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I feel like sucking a **
I am very straight, married and with kids.
Whenever I look at my erect **, I wonder how it might feel to ** a **, though I can't entirely imagine myself having gay **.
Ofcourse I have tasted a ** in my mouth when i was young, or have I, I don't exactly remember.
Funny Tho.. I feel like sucking **, after being such a grown man...
Anybody sharing similar feelings, I am trying to get it out of my system...
Aren't you the curious one? And why is that? Because it makes you hot. Because you've had men like me but never a man like me. I admit I got hard reading what you wrote. Good little boy.
How many married men? Oh lots and lots. Right now, there are three regulars. Regular family guys. They call, they text and they almost stalk if I keep them waiting too long. They get the bulk of my **. They get it with all its fury. They are my little husband **. They are used to my **. They crave it.
But they are only a small part of my action. I like random married guys. I like guys who want a ** but don't even know it yet. I am long and thick. I have a big beautiful head on my ** that seems to pulse with desire. It is demanding.
Last night I went to a nightclub with some straight friends, men and women. We had a great time. I went to the bar at one point to get us drinks and there was a man sitting there by himself. Yes he was looking at me. Yes he had a ring on his **. I'd guess he was on a business trip. Out on his own. My jeans were tight and I was not wearing underwear. I let him look.
I went back to our table and looked back in his direction. Our eyes met. How many times have I seen that look? I then ignored him for a while. I know it was driving him crazy. Finally, I went back to the bar for more drinks. It was quite crowded now. It gave me an excuse to wedge in next to him while I placed my order. I didn't even look at him, really, but I was right next to him. As my drink order was filled I turned as though to look back at my friends. My ** rubbed along his leg. I turned back for the drinks, rubbing him again and starting to get a bit hard. I heard a light moan.
I went back to my table but shortly after excused myself. I went to him and whispered in his ear. "Outside." That's all. Shortly after I left the nightclub he walked out the door. Without a word I led him to the back parking lot, to the very back in the mostly dark. I leaned back against a car my hips thrust slightly toward him. He stepped toward me in a rush. I pushed him back gently with my palm. Easy boy. I took his hand and ran it over the outline of my **. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes filled with desire, **. I made him step back as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs. My ** was hard, big, its massive head gleaming in the scant light from far away sources.
He dropped to his knees but before he could take it in his mouth I rubbed that head all over his face, letting him lick my length as I did so. Then, his mouth. He was good. Greedy. His cheeks bulged. I thrust, seeing what he could take. He took it well, liked it forced deeper.
He cupped my ** as he worked on me. I like that. I liked the bobbing of his head, the hungry sounds he made. Finally, I could feel it coming. I knew he was in for a big surprise. I knew it would be a pleasant surprise, a wonderful surprise. The first stream game gushing out, as it does, a load's load. He swallowed greedily as best he could. He was doing great until the second wave hit. That he couldn't keep up with, though he tried. Oh god he tried. The third stream was light by comparison but his mouth and throat were full. It leaked from the corners of his mouth and I saw fat droplets fall to the ground. I had to remove myself but he did not give it up willingly. I rubbed the ** covered head around his face. When he stood I gave his ** a playful squeeze, then went back inside.
Later that night one of my married boys sent me a text. He wanted to come by. I told him OK. I left the door unlocked and waited for him in bed naked. When he came in he knew exactly what to do. He had me in his mouth in seconds. He got me hard easily. I am easy that way. He loves my ** with a passion so hot, yet so familiar. He lubed me up and sat on my **, first the fat head worked its way in, then the entire shaft eased in. Deep inside. He knows my **. He savors all its size. I have broken him in completely. Enough. I took charge, as I do. I ** him hard in many ways. When I finally came in his ** it was with us on our sides, me behind, his leg lifted as I thrust. After I eased out his ** went to his **. He loves the feel of the ** as it works its way out. I think he expected more but there was enough for him to rub around his ** and puckered opening.
When you become mine I make you shave. No pubic hair, no hair on your **. You explain it to your wife however you want. I don't give a **. I want you smooth. I give pleasure too but mostly these men want me.
Did that make you hot little boy? Think about me as you ** your wife. Put her on her knees and pretend she's you and you are me.
I have to say to this gay MAN who specializes in finding and using married men that, for the last two weeks, it seems that all I can think about is you. The only thing. I just keep imagining us encountering one another for the first time, and having you rub your ** on me the way you rubbed it on the married guy you picked up at the bar, and then imagining what that leads to, and the size of the loads you would give. You really are incredible, and I really am helpless to think of anything other than you, and the way you use that magnificent thing you carry around in your pants.