I started probing his anus with my fingers. He was loose enough at this point, I started with two fingers. I moved my oral ministrations to balls. I sucked them both into my mouth at the same time, using my tongue to roll them against each other, watching my fingers slide easily in and out of him. Ricky was hot by this time, he squirmed around as much as having his balls in my mouth would allow.
He stopped eating my rock hard cock and begged me to fuck him. He wanted me to do him face to face so he could feel my hairy stomach rub his gonads and look in my eyes when I shower his intestines in my sperm. I was more than happy to honor that request. I wanted to feel his cock and balls rubbing my stomach as well.
I move around to take the top in a missionary position. He lay on his back, legs spread and pulled up to his chest. Entry was easy. He was soooo ready! What a sensation! This was way different than fucking a woman in either hole. He was way looser than any female shit hole I fucked, but tighter than any pussy I fucked in the last 25 some years. I never really liked fucking a woman’s ass all that much. The sphincter was usually extremely tight making it difficult to retain any kind of lube in the contact area. Ricky on the other hand, was an awesome fit for my manhood and was loose enough to use spit for a lube without squeezing it out. And the shape inside, completely, softly enveloping my penis at all times. He must’ve anticipated me fucking him. He douched. I always hated fucking against shit. Yuck!
Ricky pulled my head to his, kissing me. It was a desperate kiss, like he was trying to inhale me. His mouth closed on my tongue sucking it like a cock. That was it, I couldn’t take any more. I shot the longest, hardest, most mind-blowing load of my life. No sooner had I started enjoying my own orgasm, I felt him pump a hot, sticky load on my stomach.
Ricky’s kiss turned soft, gentle, lovingly sweet. He wrapped his legs around me, preventing my from pulling out, wriggling lightly against my stomach rubbing his load over both of our bellies. I always hated it when a woman made me cum on myself and rubbed it into my skin, but this felt so natural. It was a shared experience. We both drifted off to sleep in that position. It was more of a nap of maybe half an hour or so. It was the most peaceful sleep of my life.
No longer any doubt. I can no longer consider myself heterosexual. No man/woman sex ever satisfied me like that, Dear Diary.
We spent the rest of the night sucking each other’s cocks in 69 and napping. By 5:00 a. m. we needed showers badly. We both had to work and got little real sleep, just very short catnaps all night in between blowjobs. I haven’t cum that much in one night since I was 18 took Ginny Shannon to see all 5 of the “Planet of the Apes” movies at the Twin Outdoor.
We took a shower together. Ricky moved behind me so he could nuzzle my neck while he washed my cock and balls (very thoroughly!) and nipples. My head started spinning with pleasure as I got yet another erection. The hand on my gonads was gently rubbing my balls together and squeezing them, while the soapy hand on my nipples was pinching and pulling. Lightly at first, suddenly changing to a roughness so severe it took my breath completely away.
I gradually became aware that he was stroking his hard (Yes!) organ between my ass cheeks. I suddenly want him to fuck me more than I have ever wanted anything sexual before!! I relaxed my sphincter and positioned my ass so he could gain easy access. He took the hint immediately. That big, beautiful, uncut pecker of his found my hole and slid easily in. The position we were in had him massaging my prostate roughly. It was soooo hot! His one hand moved from my nipples to my cock, while the other continued it’s magic on my balls with increased intensity. I couldn’t help myself! I shot my load (again! :D), all over my shower wall dribbling the remainder on his hand as he continued his ministrations and increased his own rhythm to encourage himself to cum once more as well. I started rocking in rhythm with him. I reached between my legs grabbed this beautiful man’s balls and matched what he was doing to my balls. That was all it took. He spasmed so hard with his orgasm, he knocked me off balance (knees already weak), making me fall. I was impaled completely by his member. He must not have been stroking all the way in, because this was outright painful. He, of course fell with me and when we hit ground, he was under me, still inside and I bounced up and down for one last painful, full depth plunge.
We stayed in that position, him kissing all the hot spots around my neck and ears, re-soaping my dick and finishing my bath until the water started running cold.
Where did we get all that sperm the last 10 hours?!?
We both get dressed, in between kisses and caresses, me in fresh clothes, Ricky in what he wore yesterday.
“I am going to come over right after work tonight. I’m taking you out to dinner.” Ricky told me as he kissed me deeply while giving my balls one last squeeze and rub through my jeans.
Sat 10/23/04
It is 11:43 a.m. Ricky has gone. He left for work hours ago. I could have gone in for some o.t. if I wanted. I just didn’t feel like it. Right after Ricky left, I beat off to an awesome climax. I imagined all the things I have always wanted to try and doing them with Ricky. One of the best orgasms in memory!
Immediately after shooting a much-anticipated load, I went back into identity crisis mode. Diary, why can’t I say, “I’m gay!” when I am not horny? I always knew it would be this way. Even when I masturbated to gay thoughts in my youth and gay slavery thoughts now, as soon as I cum, I feel remorse. Now that I have a man that wants to stick his dick in my mouth, it is only that much worse.
It is a good thing Ricky already told me he is coming over tonight, I need do nothing but be home. And he is taking me out to dinner. How thoughtful he has been through this. I guess it isn’t as hard for him, after all, it isn’t his world turning upside down right now.
Omigod. Will people in the restaurant realized we are a gay couple? I have often wondered when I see two men enjoying each other’s company, if they were gay. Of course, such mental wanderings inevitably lead to wondering what each would look like naked and hard. I’d try to imagine which is the more submissive of the pair and which one always gets his desires. Oh man, if I don’t stop thinking like this, I’ll end up telegraphing sexual orientation. People will take one look at me and know I am here with my lover. Maybe we should stay home tonight. Better yet, maybe I should just not be home when he stops by…
Diary, when are you going to start helping me through this. So far all you have done is given me a painful callus on my tip knuckle of my middle finger. Looks really gross when I give some deserving individual the finger and hurts when I write too long or bump it unexpectedly.
I am sitting here, Dear Diary, knowing I am a homosexual, yet I disgust myself for that knowledge. I gotta go do something. I am going crazy thinking about all this.