Not so unusual these days, I suppose, but..........

I'm a married man, mid-40s, three kids at home, and had never had a gay experience, nor even any gay urges or thoughts or fantasies. Then, three months ago at my wife's office Christmas party, I got into a lengthy conversation with a beautiful and athletic 19-year-old gay man whose boyfriend works with my wife, and after several drinks, we wound up having oral and a*** s** in an upstairs men's room, away from the party and away from our dates. Afterward, I felt awful, I felt guilty, I felt dirty, and I felt depraved. And I could not stop thinking about him and the way it felt to enter him and to have him enter me. The party was on a Friday night, and I spent the next two days trying to convince myself that it was an aberration and that it wouldn't happen again, and steeling myself to consider it past and to never ever ever see him again. On Monday after work, he showed up unannounced at my office (he'd gotten his boyfriend to get the address from my wife, with a plausible excuse to both so neither would have any idea of the real reason), and as soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew it wasn't past and that it couldn't be. We closed the door and f***** in my office, then went to a motel and f***** more. We've f***** every day since then, and neither of us have been with anyone else. My wife and I would go long stretches without s** anyway, so three months is hardly a blip on her radar; but his boyfriend knows something is up because they used to f*** every day and now they haven't f***** since the holidays. I want to get him out of the apartment he shares with his boyfriend and put him in one by himself so we can be alone without extra steps, but he won't do that unless I leave my family and move into the place with him. You really cannot possibly imagine how badly I want him or how much I think of him or how good it feels to be on my knees in front of him with his c*** buried in my throat or to have him and that magnificent c*** of his (sweet mother of christ) pounding me from behind. I need him so much and I know I can be good for him and he can be good for me, but I'm having trouble taking such a giant step. I know this is not an uncommon story anymore, but it feels good to just say how much I want this 19-year-old and how excited he makes me and how much better my life is now that we have found each other. I wish I could show you a picture of him and one of his c*** because then you would know why I feel like I feel. And why I'm in love with him.


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  • There's really nothing half as good as young c***. God help me, I do love it so. And there's not a woman in the world who can compete with it. Not one.

  • I had a similar experience about nine years ago, having met my "first" in a men's room at a high-tone restaurant in the city. We were both standing at urinals, and when I turned away to walk to the sink to wash my hands, he turned toward me at the same time, and I saw the biggest c*** I've ever seen in my life. I could not look away, or take my eyes off that f****** thing, because it was just so out of the ordinary. I won't bore you with the details, but my conversion was near-instantaneous, and since then, I haven't been able to take my hands or my mouth off that f****** thing, and I left my wife so I would never have to. I got mine, and I love him and that c*** of his. I hope you get yours, too. Good luck.

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