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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 50
That Summer
It is summer again. I am a middleaged divorced guy dating women. There was one summer though in the past in which I had a lot of sex with a man. Brings back fond memories.
I was 25 then and was friends with a married guy from the job I had then. Doug was 40,an athletic former college football player with a crewcut and big chest. He and his wife were undergoing some marital difficulties at the time and had a trial separation. I was single.
That summer Doug decided to spend the time at their cottage fixing up the place and chilling while his wife stayed in the city at their home. He had 2 months vacation saved up. The plan was to reconnect with his wife in September to see if they could salvage the marriage. He invited me to drive up on weekends to pitch in a bit and for some company.I said sure.
The cottage was on a small lake with no immediate neighbors and a very quiet rustic setting. The first weekend I went up in July we got lots done and it felt real productive. Things got interesting the second weekend. We had gone swimming in the lake and returned to the cottage to have some barbecue steaks and a quiet evening drinking. We had a great meal on the deck outside and had just started hitting the vodka. He was sitting in a deck chair in his bathing suit and I was sitting beside him also in my speedo looking at the lake. Doug said he was horny and joked about rubbing one out right there. He said as there was no one around why didn't we both jerk off and see who could shoot our load the furthest. Seemed like a silly thing to do but he convinced me. He stood up and took his suit down as did I. We stood side by side and began jerking off. His cock was rock hard and thick. Mine was slimmer but about as long. He glanced at my cock while I looked at his as we masturbated. I felt kinda sexy with him checking me out. Made my cock harder. Before we both let go he surprised me by saying we should stroke each other and see if that feels different than doing ourselves. Before I could say anything his right hand replaced my hand and took over jerking me. It felt forbidden in a naughty way and I took my left hand and grabbed his beefy cock. He started shaking and knew neither of us was going to last long this way as it felt so exciting to masturbate each other. He started shooting first then me. Our spurts of cum shot in the air together. We paid no attention to who's went furthest as we both milked each other dry. We finished up and sat down emptied. We had more drinks quietly not able to speak for awhile. Finally he asked me if I liked how he jerked me off. I nodded and he said he enjoyed how I made him cum. He put on some music. We had more drinks and walked around naked our dicks hanging out. Everything felt different,charged with sexual release then a build up again. He looked at me admiringly. We went inside and he moved close feeling me up. My cock stiffened with his touch. I caressed his cock. It got hard again. We stood there playing with each other slyly. He led me to his bedroom and after I lay on his bed he got on top of me kissing my mouth passionately. I wrapped my arms around his big shoulders and gave him back a deep kiss. He ended up blowing me in his bed this time my load was sucked into his waiting mouth. I sucked him in return tasting his sweet cum and swallowing it. I slept with him and we had oral sex again in the morning. I drove back to the city my head spinning with images of what we had done together. He called me that night saying he missed me already. I went to bed excited and scared at what was happening. Thought about him all week and then drove to the cottage. As soon as I got there he took me to bed and we had sex. Each weekend things went further. Within several weeks he was fucking me. I grew to crave that thick cock in my ass. Loved how vocal his orgasms inside me were. He was now calling me babe all the time. He fucked me in different positions until we both realized we preferred him on top looking into my eyes as he blew inside me. The end of the summer came. He sat me down one evening looking guilty and troubled. My heart sank as he told me we had to stop this as it would ruin his marriage and he didn't want to fall in love with me. Awhile later he started crying and said he was falling in love with me and I cried as well admitting the same thing. I drove back with a heavy heart.The only thing to do was for me to quit the job and leave the city as he went back to his wife. They did reconnect and I moved away but I will never forget that summer.
I was 25 then and was friends with a married guy from the job I had then. Doug was 40,an athletic former college football player with a crewcut and big chest. He and his wife were undergoing some marital difficulties at the time and had a trial separation. I was single.
That summer Doug decided to spend the time at their cottage fixing up the place and chilling while his wife stayed in the city at their home. He had 2 months vacation saved up. The plan was to reconnect with his wife in September to see if they could salvage the marriage. He invited me to drive up on weekends to pitch in a bit and for some company.I said sure.
The cottage was on a small lake with no immediate neighbors and a very quiet rustic setting. The first weekend I went up in July we got lots done and it felt real productive. Things got interesting the second weekend. We had gone swimming in the lake and returned to the cottage to have some barbecue steaks and a quiet evening drinking. We had a great meal on the deck outside and had just started hitting the vodka. He was sitting in a deck chair in his bathing suit and I was sitting beside him also in my speedo looking at the lake. Doug said he was horny and joked about rubbing one out right there. He said as there was no one around why didn't we both jerk off and see who could shoot our load the furthest. Seemed like a silly thing to do but he convinced me. He stood up and took his suit down as did I. We stood side by side and began jerking off. His cock was rock hard and thick. Mine was slimmer but about as long. He glanced at my cock while I looked at his as we masturbated. I felt kinda sexy with him checking me out. Made my cock harder. Before we both let go he surprised me by saying we should stroke each other and see if that feels different than doing ourselves. Before I could say anything his right hand replaced my hand and took over jerking me. It felt forbidden in a naughty way and I took my left hand and grabbed his beefy cock. He started shaking and knew neither of us was going to last long this way as it felt so exciting to masturbate each other. He started shooting first then me. Our spurts of cum shot in the air together. We paid no attention to who's went furthest as we both milked each other dry. We finished up and sat down emptied. We had more drinks quietly not able to speak for awhile. Finally he asked me if I liked how he jerked me off. I nodded and he said he enjoyed how I made him cum. He put on some music. We had more drinks and walked around naked our dicks hanging out. Everything felt different,charged with sexual release then a build up again. He looked at me admiringly. We went inside and he moved close feeling me up. My cock stiffened with his touch. I caressed his cock. It got hard again. We stood there playing with each other slyly. He led me to his bedroom and after I lay on his bed he got on top of me kissing my mouth passionately. I wrapped my arms around his big shoulders and gave him back a deep kiss. He ended up blowing me in his bed this time my load was sucked into his waiting mouth. I sucked him in return tasting his sweet cum and swallowing it. I slept with him and we had oral sex again in the morning. I drove back to the city my head spinning with images of what we had done together. He called me that night saying he missed me already. I went to bed excited and scared at what was happening. Thought about him all week and then drove to the cottage. As soon as I got there he took me to bed and we had sex. Each weekend things went further. Within several weeks he was fucking me. I grew to crave that thick cock in my ass. Loved how vocal his orgasms inside me were. He was now calling me babe all the time. He fucked me in different positions until we both realized we preferred him on top looking into my eyes as he blew inside me. The end of the summer came. He sat me down one evening looking guilty and troubled. My heart sank as he told me we had to stop this as it would ruin his marriage and he didn't want to fall in love with me. Awhile later he started crying and said he was falling in love with me and I cried as well admitting the same thing. I drove back with a heavy heart.The only thing to do was for me to quit the job and leave the city as he went back to his wife. They did reconnect and I moved away but I will never forget that summer.
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