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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 58
Can't Believe My Luck
I transferred to Houston and looked for a place to live, a coworker guided me towards a complex in midtown. My job was all day everyday getting home around 8 or 9, alone. After several weeks I drove around, found a bar that looked promising and sat at the bar.
After awhile a man sat beside me and ordered a beer. We traded hellos, backgrounds, jobs and several more beers. He suggested a place to eat, we walked a block and sat outside. The table was small, he touched my thigh a couple of times, my hand a couple of times. It dawned on me that he might be gay. I touched his hand, and excused myself for the restroom. When I got back I put my hand on his shoulder. He let my hand rest on his shoulder as I sat down.
He offered to show me the city at night, from his living room in his high rise apartment. His place was nice, he had some pictures in uniform from his days as a cop, his deceased wife and kids. We sat on the couch with a drink enjoying the skyline from up high. I waited for his move and decided to act and put my arm around his shoulders when we got up to refresh our drinks.
The kiss was unexpected, but welcome. We decided to get more comfortable and moved to the bedroom. For me a heavy man, well endowed, is a real turn on. We took a couple of blues each, got to touching, fondling, kissing and gentle cock sucking to get the engine going. It took a while but we rose to the occasion, his cock is big, and thick, and gets hard as steel and that makes me want to suck it that much more.
Considering the alcohol I kept him in check, encouraged him to thrust against me, he offered to wear a condom but I turned it down I wanted him to perform as God made him. He offered a selection of lubes, we picked one and he was on my back. I have to admit that a big man on my back thrusting is hard to beat. His steel rod did the trick and I enjoyed that night.
After awhile a man sat beside me and ordered a beer. We traded hellos, backgrounds, jobs and several more beers. He suggested a place to eat, we walked a block and sat outside. The table was small, he touched my thigh a couple of times, my hand a couple of times. It dawned on me that he might be gay. I touched his hand, and excused myself for the restroom. When I got back I put my hand on his shoulder. He let my hand rest on his shoulder as I sat down.
He offered to show me the city at night, from his living room in his high rise apartment. His place was nice, he had some pictures in uniform from his days as a cop, his deceased wife and kids. We sat on the couch with a drink enjoying the skyline from up high. I waited for his move and decided to act and put my arm around his shoulders when we got up to refresh our drinks.
The kiss was unexpected, but welcome. We decided to get more comfortable and moved to the bedroom. For me a heavy man, well endowed, is a real turn on. We took a couple of blues each, got to touching, fondling, kissing and gentle cock sucking to get the engine going. It took a while but we rose to the occasion, his cock is big, and thick, and gets hard as steel and that makes me want to suck it that much more.
Considering the alcohol I kept him in check, encouraged him to thrust against me, he offered to wear a condom but I turned it down I wanted him to perform as God made him. He offered a selection of lubes, we picked one and he was on my back. I have to admit that a big man on my back thrusting is hard to beat. His steel rod did the trick and I enjoyed that night.
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