Bi-Sexual Male / 61
Retirement Hobby
I took an early retirement package, my wife continued to work and I found myself with plenty of time on my own. I started to indulge in masturbation, which grew to include videos, lubricants and a ferocious dildo. Nothing better than tranny sex on the bedroom tv, preshower on the bed with my wife's full length mirror and my dildo and a self fuck and a jerkoff. A camera with a remote and a tripod became a necessary part of the gear.
I started sharing some of the video clips on a forum, got a bit of a following and a shoutout from an admirer. Several emails, and eventually a phone conversation. We agreed to meet midway between our 500 mile separation. A Motel 6, a coded knock, a date.
I arrived early, brought a couple of DVDs, a player to hook up to the TV, I set up the camera, and waited. The knock, a large man gave the code word and walked in. My dildo hadn't prepared me, what was under my control wasn't. His cock, bigger, thicker, hard under the influence of friendly meds, driven by the lust of breaking me in I took the pounding I had dreamt of, tearing me a new asshole. No conversation, just action. The camera was never turned on, the videos unnecessary.
30 minutes and he was gone, his mission over. I nursed my torn asshole, loaded my stuff in my car, settled in for the drive back home. There have been other encounters, most closer not such a long drive, always anonymous, secret code words, Motel 6, or 8, roadside, room in the back, sometimes awkward, but always the same. An assfull of cock, dripping wet on the drive home, my ass is able to take pretty much anything the anonymous owner has to offer. I don't masturbate that much any more.
I started sharing some of the video clips on a forum, got a bit of a following and a shoutout from an admirer. Several emails, and eventually a phone conversation. We agreed to meet midway between our 500 mile separation. A Motel 6, a coded knock, a date.
I arrived early, brought a couple of DVDs, a player to hook up to the TV, I set up the camera, and waited. The knock, a large man gave the code word and walked in. My dildo hadn't prepared me, what was under my control wasn't. His cock, bigger, thicker, hard under the influence of friendly meds, driven by the lust of breaking me in I took the pounding I had dreamt of, tearing me a new asshole. No conversation, just action. The camera was never turned on, the videos unnecessary.
30 minutes and he was gone, his mission over. I nursed my torn asshole, loaded my stuff in my car, settled in for the drive back home. There have been other encounters, most closer not such a long drive, always anonymous, secret code words, Motel 6, or 8, roadside, room in the back, sometimes awkward, but always the same. An assfull of cock, dripping wet on the drive home, my ass is able to take pretty much anything the anonymous owner has to offer. I don't masturbate that much any more.
