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Where I work in a very expensive and lucrative country hotel, there's a wealthy resident who's been living there for nearly six years. He's sixty eight now, yet with his fitness regime and lifestyle, he looks like he's in his late forties.

For the past eleven months of my working life at the hotel, I've been his direct and personal concierge. In other words I make sure every aspect of his stay is taken very good care of. And in my case, that means his cock too.
I'm married, yet have always enjoyed some anal play myself. My wife doesn't know that includes cock, although she does like to rim me herself during sex.

Once I was chosen by x, he made it clear I was to be his fuck boy. And has also made sure I'm free when he wants his cock sucking or my asshole made ready for his thick cock.

The hotel pay me extra to keep him happy, and he gives me envelopes each week to ensure my home life is supported. Last month he asked me if I wasn't with my wife, would I ever consider being solely his. He also said as he fucked me missionary, he'd fallen in love with me. My answer was to tell him, I'm happy at home, but you never know. I also answered as he came up my ass "I love you too".

I went to Denver and called Uber to pick me up at the airport. The man was nice and polite and handled my luggage and drove me into town to my hotel. He gave me his card and offered his services if I needed him while in town or for a ride back to the airport. I had my meeting the next day, went to dinner with the businessmen, and in the bathroom I called the Uber man and told him to pick me up at the restaurant to get me to the hotel. I thanked my guests and they were on their way and the Uber man showed up and I got in.

On the way back to the hotel he asked me if I had anything I wanted to do. I laughed and said thanks but truthfully I was a cock man, strip joints were not my thing. He laughed and said well as things went he was a cock man too and he knew of a couple of places where I might hook up, what did I like. I told him I was pretty low key, to me a man of words, older, heavier, non smoker, top, my age or older. He laughed and said that he thought I was describing him and I said well as a matter of fact I was, from the time I had met him at the airport the day before.

My Uber guy turned out to be the best one night stand I have had. He dropped me off at the hotel, turned himself off for the night, parked his car and came up to my room. We were without anything to drink but then again we were not there to drink, standing he was a couple of inches taller, heavier by some 20 pounds, my age with large hands, I have a thing for large bellies and hairy chests, for a man that likes to kiss. We stood in the middle of the room and kissed for a good long while, first with small kisses to get started but then with a long French kiss and some belly rubbing.

For an Uber man he was endowed with a wonderful cock, he was hard and he was big and he was sure to let me know what it was all about. I sucked him, savored him, I love big cocks and hairy balls and a hairy ass. I love to stroke a cock and kiss around under his balls and lick and smell his ass. I guess I was just about as horny as you can get, I licked his ass and he liked that and turned over and let me stroke him under his belly and lick his ass to my heart's content. More than kissing ass makes me horny, makes me want to be nasty, makes me want to get fucked. And he enjoyed it.

We cut off and kissed some more stroking our cocks, and slipping down for some nipple kissing now and then, some fingers slipping in between my legs and anal massages with deep French kissing. There was no hurry but it was building fast, his cock was rock hard and I sucked him as hard as I could but that wasn't going to do it, I gave him some of my anal lube and he lubed me up and fingered me and pressed me hard he could tell I like that, having my prostrate massaged, but that night was about something more than that. Usually I prefer to start in the face down position, but that night I got on my back for him and took him all in. You want to believe that his size made a difference but the truth is it more about just how hard he is and how he maneuvers, and he was hard and he maneuvered and he was a big man and he fucked with pleasure and he came with pleasure. Later, when we were both recovered and laying there just talking about how good it was to meet up with a stranger, he gave my cock some attention and he got me to cum slurping it down.

I had a flight the next morning, but not until after breakfast so we enjoyed a cup of coffee at a Denny's on the way to the airport, I kept his card but my travels never took me back to Denver. But I remember him, I remember that night, a chance encounter, a one night stand, sex with a total stranger, all of it is true. But the truest part it was just about the best sex I have had, if not the best.

Wife away so i invited my fuck buddy over,we hadnt fucked or rather he hadnt fucked me for ages Just the feeling of his cock sliding slowly up me felt so good. My first experience of being fucked happend when I was a young teenager in England I helped a milkman deliver milk in the days when it was delivered to the house .He started to put his hand on my leg, then after a week or so of this he moved his hand higher until he could feel my young cock getting
hard .He didnt do anything for a week then one day he asked if his hand felt good,I told him it did so he covered the bulge in my shorts with his hand and rubbed it.This happened daily for a while till he finally slipped his hand up the baggy leg of my shorts .He wanked me daily for weeks then one day he got his cock out and asked me to wank him ,I was happy to at the time I
thought his cock was huge but I know now it was small .He asked me to fuck him and my boyish cock slipped right up him I came after a few strokes ,
Another week went by of me fucking him when he asked to fuck me,He had vaseline and fingered me till I was well lubed he took his time getting up me funnily it didnt hurt too much he went slowly for a while then he got real fast and shot a load up me, from that day on Ive loved the feel of a cock up me and even better when that cock cums

At the age of sixteen I let two men fuck me, so they wouldn't inform my parents I'd tried to rob items from their car. They caught me in their garage and within minutes I was sucking on the older of two men's cock. Telling me it was either that or the police, I chose their dicks. I didn't initially choose to be fucked, but once they striped me, had me bent over a work bench and applied hand cream, I didn't really have much choice. The stupid things was, I'd picked the wrong house to try and steal anything from, as the men were door supervisors/bouncers at a gay club.
I was taught a lesson over a half hour period, with both men having me suck on their dicks and fucking me until they cum all over my face and hair. What's more, is I enjoyed them fucking me after the initial pain. So much so, they both told me I could visit again once they'd made me shower and clean up. Eight years on, even though I now have a girlfriend, I still visit one of the men who fucks me regularly. And just to set the record straight, I'm now a reformed character who after that first garage fuck, has never been in trouble since.

For those of us who are bisexual, married and closeted, much of our admiration for hot guys is from afar, and hidden from view. I am 42 and have been married for 15 years. Our marriage is great both physically and emotionally and so there is no need for me to look outside of it for sexual gratification...except that I can't help the very real urges I get when I see a really attractive man. It can be in a bar, a gym, at a hotel or on the street. Anywhere.
There are men in my life who have no idea how much they turn me on sexually. Well there is one now.
He is a little younger than me. He and his wife are very good friends of my tennis partner and we have meet a few times on the court, or at parties with mutual friends. I didn't think of him as a friend but more an acquaintance. But he absolutely turned me on my head sexually when I saw him or thought about him. His name is Henry.
I travel a lot for business and I do manage to engage sexually with men when I am away. Maybe once a month I get to sleep with a guy. I have never strayed sexually with another woman and have no urge to.
I was recently in Australia, thousands of miles from home. I had been in Sydney and had 3 days between meeting there and in Brisbane so decided to take some time out on the Gold Coast, a little ways from Brisbane.
I checked into my hotel and took a shower and freshened up. It was warm and so I put on some shorts and a T shirt to go for a look around. As I walked out onto the street I saw a guy on the other side stepping out of a bar. He looked really familiar, as in he looked just like Henry. In fact ridiculously like Henry. I was just about to call out when another, equally stunning guy came out of the bar moving quickly and caught him up. They obviously knew each other and when they were together the guy who looked like Henry put his arm around the other guys butt and pulled him in a bit, as I might do to my wife. I followed them up the street thinking it was insane that it could be Henry and even more insane to think he was with a guy, as in really WITH a guy. They reached another bar, which had a rainbow flag above the door, and went in.
I was so fascinated I crossed the street and went into the bar. I was thinking it couldn't possible be Henry so I would just get a closer look, maybe have a drink and leave.
I casually looked around the bar and saw them at a booth. I got a beer and went and sat on the other side of the booth, out of view but within earshot. When I heard the name Henry I froze. When he replied his American accent and voice were absolutely familiar. The other guy was Australian, but spoke without a strong accent. Just enough for me to pick he wasn't American. I listened for a while as they discussed sorting out where they would meet some people for dinner and then Henry said he wanted to make sure they had time to go back to his hotel before dinner. They finished their drinks and Henry paid the check while the other guy went to the wash room. I don't know what got into me but I stood up and did a wide loop around the bar and came from the back right passed Henry. We eye balled each other at the same time and he abruptly stood up and said hey, hey what the? Tom? no couldn't be. It was Henry, my Henry and yep its me Tom I said. He was totally shocked and started to stammer some words about what and how and when did I get there and was totally not like the Henry I knew. Cool, calm, collected, sophisticated etc. He was like a school kid who had been caught masturbating.
He quickly got himself together and said hey we are grown men, this is fucking weird, and let's just park this for the moment and catch up for a bite of lunch tomorrow at my hotel. Meantime Tom this is just between you and me right? Right? I touched his elbow briefly and said sure, see you tomorrow. Which hotel? It was the same one I was in but I didn't tell him that.
I left as his friend was coming back from the wash room.
And then I went back to my hotel and masturbated.
I stayed in my room until lunchtime the next day, and then headed to the lobby. Henry was drinking a cocktail and stood up as I approached. We made some small talk, I ordered a cocktail and then he just said well fuck Tom, seems like you and me share a secret. Were you meeting someone in the bar? Then it dawned on me. I was in a gay bar. Why? He just figured I was in there with someone or looking for someone. It didn't occur to him that I had followed him in. So in his head, it wasn't just him who had some explaining to do. My mind raced. Tell him what had actually happened, or confess to this stunningly hot guy I had admired so much from afar, and masturbated thinking about, that I was bisexual. He clearly was.
And so I did exactly that. Over three cocktails I told him what had happened, and that I had seen him across the street and saw how he had been intimate with the other guy and how much that had turned me on. I told him I followed him into the bar and had overheard him saying that he wanted to fuck with his buddy before dinner. I told him how much I had been aroused by him each time we had met. I told him I had gone back to my hotel and masturbated, imagining the two of them in bed fucking. I told him a lot about me and where I was sexually.
He listened without interruption.
When I had finished he said he didn't feel much like eating and suggested that since I had done all the talking we should go to his room and fuck and then he would share some stuff with me about his sexuality.
We did and he did. He was sensational in bed. He consumed me, orally and anally. Kissing me deeply long and firm.
His nude body was stunning. And when he asked me to fuck him, entering him sent me through the roof. His tight muscular ass was incredible. He took me balls deep and gripped my cock with his anal muscles like I had never felt before.
Afterwards we lay nude and close and talked about our sexuality and our sexual needs and desires.
We have become lovers meeting at least three times a week. Sex with my wife is better than ever. When I fuck her I do it without any feelings of frustration. I enjoy her body for what it is, not what it might be if she was a he, some random guy in a hotel room. When a need a man I have Henry. Crazy but wonderful.

This a true mark of my life at this present time.
In one day last month, I received five men's cocks up my asshole. Every now and then I go through a phase of needing to feel dominated and fucked. And it's been this way since I was fifteen. More of that later.
Last months sexual adventure had been nearly two months since I was last fucked by a business man in a hotel I was staying in. He was a salesman traveling through our state and I was there to finish off some work I'd been doing for the hotel. It was a chance meeting and one which only lasted an hour. In a room I was putting the last changes to, he fucked me on the bed and I allowed him to cum deep up my ass. But I digress.
This time last month it was a motel I was working at. I knew the owner well and he had in the past indulged in my multi person fucks. But he was in the Caribbean as I put out my notice on a hook up site. Eight men answered and said they'd love to pay me a visit. So before lunch, I set up the room, showered and got myself ready.
The first man, a man in his sixties, took no more than a minute to cum all over my asshole, removing the condom, after he'd had me first suck his small, but fat dick. It was a good prelude to what was to come.
The second and third arrived together. Normally I'd make one wait, but both men I'd entertained before and knew they didn't mind sporting my asshole together. Sucking one off as I took the others condomed cock up my asshole, they swapped a few times before I let them both cum inside of me, filling the condoms I always make my session guys wear. I had the youngest of the two squeeze the semen from the condoms over my asshole, then had the older guy lick it off. They both left soon after there was a polite knock at the door.
The fourth man, someone who I'll not say to much about personally, has fucked me many times before. He was the second man in my life to fuck me, and someone I knew would contact me and be there for the open door session. His cock isn't the biggest, yet he can fuck for an age some days, and that was the case that day. Usually it's a suck, fuck and cum dump in my mouth, then he's gone. He stayed for nearly an hour that day and fucked me all over the room, in the shower and then before he came all over my face, he was fucking me facing an open window. It was his way of getting off, as most of his days, he leads a very private life.
The fifth and last man, is someone I'd not had sex with before, but someone I knew from the website. He's a well hung individual, and has a fetish, other than fucking married men, and that is fucking a well fucked, well used guys asshole. In other words he likes to be last in a gay gang bang, or an open door day like my own.
Having him fuck me like he did, reminded me of my first ever fuck. It was relatively short, brutal in its use of my body and he absolutely got everything out himself and me in those fifteen minutes.
I came with him literally hammering my asshole on the bed and was still reeling from that orgasm when his cock erupted up my ass. Pulling out of me, he told me he was sorry as the condom had burst when he'd cum. He'd not fucked me before, but said from then on he most definitely would put that right.
The day after I got myself checked out. Three days after that, I learned my new fuck friend was a safe clean guy.
Back to when I was fifteen.
I'd often had gay thoughts, not overly so, but enough to know gay sex intrigued me. I began visiting a local area where I knew men met up for sex, but never dared go right to the place they fucked. Then one sunny afternoon I got into a conversation with a guy who I found profoundly attractive. We walked and talked and I soon realized he was there doing the same as me, scoping out the place to see if he could and would indulge his desires. We ended up in the opposite direction to the place most men visiting the place for sex would go. So it was quiet and it was a beautiful spot. We sat, chatted and then in a perfect motion together, we kissed.
The kiss lead to us somehow being totally naked. I felt a little vulnerable, yet so excited. Then without any cock sucking or fondling in any major way, he turned me over, spat on my rear hole and I received my first anal gay welcome. It was hard, it was furiously rough and it was utterly delightful. Yes it hurt, initially, and yes I was a little scared. But he took me completely. His first ever gay fuck, was my first EVER fuck and I couldn't have wished for a more indulgent experience. With him destroying my asshole with his huge cock, I didn't cum once, I actually came twice. Pounding me like a rag doll, he eventually made a lot of grunting noises and I felt the rush of his semen fill my bowels.
He stayed in me for quite some time as he kissed the back of my neck. Telling me I was the perfect fuck, he asked if I'd meet him again. I'm still having sex with him to this day. And that man, that beautiful amazing man just so happens to be my brother in law.
The question you might ask, is does his little sister know he's fucking her husband. The answer to that, is my wife visits her girlfriend and they go shopping on the nights he stays over. She knows and accepts I met and have had sex with her older brother since I was fifteen. But then why shouldn't she accept my extra marital indulgences. After all, her shopping trips are a euphemism for her having lesbian sex all night with her girlfriend.

I get invited to a party at a coworkers house. It is a two story and party is essentially in the backyard on the deck, beer in the cooler, music, pizza and stuff. I go inside for the bathroom and it is being used so he says I can go upstairs and use the bathroom in his room. What I find is why I am writing this.

I am nosey, I always have been and I open the drawer in the bathroom and find a tube of anal lube. I also find some butt plugs. I look around and I am his bedroom and I find this picture on the dresser of two guys on a fishing boat, with his arm around the other guy's shoulder. I am looking at that when he finds me. I don't tell him about the anal lube or the butt plugs, we go back downstairs to the party and everything is normal until people start to leave and he says he wants me to stay, maybe we can watch the Laker's game.

After everyone is gone he tells me that he fancies himself an artists and he shows me this sketch book, of naked men in various poses, some classic like Greek others naked on a bed, other sketches of hard cocks, sketches of men embraced, men's behinds. He says that he only uses natural all American models and he would like to sketch me, maybe out on the porch, he saw me standing there and it just cried out to him that is where he wanted to sketch me. Naked.

Not right then, to come over next Saturday when there is still sunlight and he would do the sketch, a sketch usually takes about an hour and then we an watch a game and get something to eat. But seeing that we were there maybe he could size me up and he grabs my crotch with his hand a when I pull back he says in this hard voice 'down boy'. He hold me by the crotch and sits down and pulling me over to him by my hips and unzips me and takes my cock out and sucks it down all the way, he gets me hard and strokes me with his hand, gets his sketch book out and quickly sketches my cock, sucks me some more and undoes my pants and drops them to the floor. I have to kick off my shoes and turns me around and while stroking me through my legs bends me over until he says to hold that position and sketches my asshole. He shows me my cock and asshole and grabbing me by my cock he pulls me towards the stairs.

He is hung, personally I had never really seen a cock like his, he is hung and he goes to get his lube out of the bathroom and we get undressed and he has me suck his cock. We sixty nine for a while, we start to grind and he gets his lube and starts to prep me. It is not that I am a prude or anything like that, I know he is gay because of what I found in the bathroom, I just didn't think that I was going to be there and he was going fuck me the lube in the bathroom drawer and his cock. But he does and he is good and he knows how to make me feel good and when I am done and out naked on the bed he takes a pencil and a small pad he has in his room and sketches me naked on the bed. He is very good and he asks me to lay on my back and sketches me naked, cock and all.

The Lakers won but we didn't see the game, I posed for him on the deck like he said, he bought a frame and put the signed sketch of my asshole in it and gave it to me and told me to hang it on my wall. I know what he keeps the lube for and the plugs, to train and sketch my asshole with a plug. He likes cock and balls and assholes, he has sketch books going back years of all of his friends and lovers. I like cock and balls and assholes, mine. The other ones not so much. I wish I had a sketch of his cock, that is something I would like to hang on my wall.

Three years back my driving test took well over an hour to take, rather than the normal forty to fifty minutes it should. The reason being I sucked off the test examiner behind an old industrial area.
He asked me right at the beginning if I really wanted to pass. When I said I'd do almost anything to get my full driving licence, he told me if I as cute younger guy, helped him with his desires, he'd do his upmost to see I got what I desired.
I'd not had form of gay or anything close to gay sexual activity. So when he lowered his trousers and showed me the thickest already fully erect cock in the car by the old industrial area, I very nearly jumped out. We'd already driven about two thirds of my test by then, so when he said "If you help me, I'll definitely help you". I lowered my head, opened my mouth and thought of all the places I could drive my girlfriends to.
Sucking on his fat dick, wasn't anywhere near as bad as I first thought it was going to be. In fact after a couple of minutes of letting him face fuck me, I began to enjoy sucking his cock. When he gripped my hair tightly and began to say "Oh fuck yeh, I cumming". I thought he let me rise up. He didn't and I felt the rush of his seed flood my mouth. Having no other option as he carried on cumming, I swallowed his load and sucked down the rest of his jizz.
Thanking me for being such a good cock sucker, he told me to drive slowly back to the test centre. However on the way back I couldn't help being totally uncomfortable, as my cock was bulging in my trousers. I was turned on, there was no way I could just get out when we finished.
We pulled over again in a side street close to the centre and it was his turn to drop his head. My girlfriend always gave me great head, but he was in another league altogether. I lasted no more than two minutes before my cock erupted, and like myself earlier he sucked down my cum, swallowing every single drop.
My driving instructor smiled as we arrived, and then asked me if I'd made sure of my pass. Telling him I hoped to have. His response was "It was well over an hour, I'm SURE you have".
I passed and immediately opted for the advanced test. My instructor asked me if I was going to start immediately, and if I was, was I going to want him as my instructor. He drove us to a place we now visit a lot when I instantly said yes. It's a place where slate mining used to take place and one where hardly anyone goes to now.
Throughout my previous lessons I never once thought or was indicated to the fact, my instructor liked younger men. I learned that afternoon in that old metal shed, not only does he enjoy and like younger men sucking his dick, he also likes if he can, to fuck them too.
After stroking his hardening cock as he leaned against the corroding metal wall, I then sucked on his six inch cock for about five minutes. All this before I said yes to him teaching me the delights of being rimmed first, then penetrated some twenty minutes later. It was painful for some time as his cock entered my arsehole. But he took his time and I began to understand everything I'd ever heard about gay men loving being fucked. The feeling grew slowly up my arsehole, then like a light switch being flicked on, so was my anal delight. It was so amazingly fantastic, I cried a little from the sheer joy his cock was giving me. In and out he drove his hard cock and I was struggling at times to stay upright from the growing intense feeling passing right through my entire body.
Then wham, I came like never before and it was if my whole being was having an orgasm. A few grunts and thrusts later, and my instructor finished off his fuck by cumming deep inside my backside.
In one magical day my sexual orientation had changed and I learned a lot about myself and what I liked sexually. I'd also passed my test and as promised that weekend, I drove my girlfriend and I to the coast. We had a great day out, and then I fucked her in the back seat of my car, down by an old slate mine on the way back.
Now three years on being an advanced passed driver, I still enjoy myself at the old slate mine. Only its cock I get there now, and only cock.

I had a roommate, and we shared a car. The car was in my name, and we carpooled to work together since we were both in manufacturing. One night on our day off I told him I'd be in the town over with my girl going glow-bowling, and spending the night. Howbeit my axle blew on the way there, so I called a tow, and took it to a mechanic. I got a taxi service home, and to my surprise, an aesthetically alternative emo looking twink was in the apartment as I arrived. My roommate was both flustered, and irate, and I put the pieces together.

After explaining the situation he decided to fix the car on his credit since I didn't have the funds to. I would pay him back was the deal. Over the course of months it grew into arguments, and he punched my glasses off one time. He got used to getting physical with me pinning me against the wall, holding my throat, and even hitting me sometimes. I felt trapped because I couldn't just leave, and I felt obligated to pay off the debt. I didn't want the cops involved either because I relied on him a bit to live.

I couldn't take it anymore, so one day I proposed that I would do anything for him to stop hitting me. I don't know what frame of mind I was in.. But seeing that twink, and getting roughed up all the time probably had something to do with it. So immediately I'm sprawled over my bed on my tummy getting my pants removed. Once my rear was bare it was getting spanked, and caressed. I let myself loose with moans to pacify him in hopes this was the key to not being treated like absolute dog shit anymore.

I'm in doggie position, and he eats my butt, and gives me a reach around. I glance at my alarm clock, and after 30 minutes of the ass play, and reach around I still haven't came... So he putts me on the floor on my knees, and I see his cock. It couldn't have been more than 3 inches. It was laughably small. But girthy as it was thick around. He says I'm sucking his cock. I rebuttal "not without a condom" The condom goes on,and he's more passive now. Leaving me to do the work. I take him into my mouth, and use as much tongue as I can. I bob, short little bobs on his stub, until he starts thrusting into my mouth. I could feel drool leaking out my mouth, and down my chest, and stomach. I can't stop looking at the clock this goes on for an eternity. His cock is soaked in my spit, and once again he orders me doggy style on the bed to be fucked.

My butt is somewhat bubbly, and it's just not going in. He's thrusting, but it's not actually penetrating.. So.. Not to humiliate him I improve, and start moaning. I rock myself back into him, and my butt starts clapping his hips. This goes on for an hour before he's done with me. At this point he switched condoms, and orders me on my knees again...

I suck him off for another 45 minutes, and he cums into the condom. My tongue at this point tastes like burnt rubber. It was really a strong, and bitter rubbery taste in my mouth from so much friction on the condom. Our relationship escalates because he blackmails me because I have a girl-friend... So now I am an exhibitionist for him, and he takes nude pictures of me on his phone.

I was getting roughed up still, but at least not beat up. I'm out of the situation now it was years ago. But I find myself thinking about our sessions as I jack off today.

My story began on my birthday, my wife had organised a family and friend party to celebrate me turning 35. After everyone had left my wife had passed out on our bed, leaving me and a friend of my brothers (we will call him Kevin), to finish our drinks and tidy up.

Kevin wasn't particularly a good looking guy, but was very confident and easy to talk to. As we chatted, the subject quickly moved on to sex and past partners, etc.
Before I knew it, we was down the side of my house, with my trousers around my ankles with Kevins cock deep in my ass, as he was about to cum, I pulled away and swiftly took his throbbing member in my mouth, swallowing some, spitting to the ground the rest.

He left shortly after, and I went to bed. But all night I could not stop feeling his pulsing cock inside me.