“Fit, married, bisexual looking for a safe, drama free, playmate…
I am a 47 year old white man, happily married (to a woman), who has his wife’s blessing to seek out the company of other men. I haven’t been with a man since the 90s, but I am very ready to rekindle that part of me. I am 6’ tall, 190 lbs, very fit, blonde curly hair, green eyes, and a seven inch thick cut cock. Sexually I am into mutual passion, kissing, body contact, oral and anal, I also have some fetishes (like man musk) that I’d like to explore. I am versatile but if I had to choose one or the other, I would choose to bottom. Check out my pics and if you like what you see and read, hit me up. I’m not looking to go cock hopping, would rather find one or two special friends with whom I can build intimacy, rapport, and trust. Hope to hear from you.”
I clicked the option to approve my profile and away it went into cyberspace. I began looking at the adult personals site that catered to gay men which now hosted my profile. I refined the search to within 50 miles of me, refined again by age, and started scrolling. So many men, so many dicks.
I found myself pondering how many dudes looking for blow jobs are basically straight lonely horny guys who want a relatively easy suck job. Or maybe the real truth is that bi or gay behavior in men is grossly underreported in this country? After all, despite my explorations in my youth, I wouldn’t have classified myself as even bisexual for the past twenty or so years.
But, when my wife Sarah came out as bisexual, and admitted to having a lesbian encounter with her best friend, and expressed her desire to continue seeing Kim as a lover, a huge flood of (semi-repressed) desires came back to me. After a long heartfelt conversation, we decided to open our marriage. But we had a somewhat unique approach, we decided that we would open our marriage, but we would restrict our extramarital activities to same sex partners. We reasoned that this would diminish any feelings of inadequacy or jealousy that might arise from traditional straight couplings. So she would continue to see Kim regularly and I was free to look for a special man friend.
And that is how I found myself stroking, smoking, and drinking wine on a Friday night, casually rubbing my semi hard cock, and casually perusing gay personal ads from men in my general area. This was a first for me. My experiences with men were always unplanned, drunken hook ups. I enjoyed the taboo fucking that I did with those men, but never really thought much about my type.
So, in addition to being sexually stimulating, my evening was also educational. As I opened profile after profile I began to form my own personal likes and dislikes. It wasn’t easy, at first I thought I didn’t like hairy men, but then I saw a profile of a ridiculously hairy man and my first thought was how musky his big hairy balls must get. I liked this one despite his hirsute nature. Then I thought I didn’t like husky men, bears that is, until I saw a profile of a hairy bear who was sexy as fuck.
This was going to require more weed and wine.
Finally I found at least one type I did not dig at all, fat dudes. A husky fit bear is one thing, a dumpy fat dude is another. So, finally, I could cross one type from the list, but the list was still way too long. So I tried a different approach, instead of figuring out what turns me off, perhaps I should focus instead on what turns me on the most?
At this point I still hadn’t even sent a wink or a heart to any of the men advertising. It was harder than I thought (pun intended). As I continued to try to define my desires, several messages came in. Most were horribly uninteresting and so brief. They were all along the lines of: can you host? do you play raw? Suck me while I watch straight porn…. and they sort of went on like that. And I found myself answering each out loud in my bedroom with ‘no, no, and no’.
And then I clicked on Anthony’s message.
“Hey there, I love your profile and I really love those pics (especially the one of your ass and feet). I am 53 years old, divorced, professional, and looking for a special friend myself. Like you, I’m not looking to ‘get around’ and would far prefer to spend time with another man whose company I enjoy outside of the bedroom. Anonymous sex has a certain slutty allure, but ultimately experience has taught me that sex is far better when you know and like the person. I would like to get to know you.
Sexually speaking I am also versatile though unlike you, if I had to pick, I’d choose to top. I also love musk, and I have a huge foot fetish, which is why I like the pics of your ass and feet so much. And, lastly, I have a huge thing for pale skinned blonde or red head men, as you will see from the pic attached (there’s more on my profile btw) I am a black man. You never listed preferences so I don’t know if interracial is a scene you’d be into, but I do like your pics and I do love what you wrote. If you are interested, hit me back. I see you’re online now, I will be on all evening, so perhaps if you are interested we could open a private chat? Anyhow, thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you.
-A”
I opened the attached pic to see his torso and his naked crotch. His semi hard cock was nice, not ridiculously huge, but bigger and thicker than me. His pubic hair was trimmed and he was largely hairless and had a dark black complexion. He was fit and built but not a muscle god, just generally fit, and beefier than me which I liked.
I had thought of black men off and on over the years. If I’m being 100% honest, I did find them attractive. In fact, as I thought on it in that moment, I actually found black men more attractive than white men in general. I opened Anthony’s profile and looked through his private pictures. My cock had swelled to full mast as I looked at Anthony’s beautiful smooth dark skin, his thick veiny black cock, his gorgeous round ass, and his full kissable lips.
I clicked the chat request button on his profile and waited. I didn’t have to wait long, within a minute Anthony and I were in a private chat together. We chatted casually for a few minutes, sharing superficial details about ourselves. And then he suggested we take our conversation off the site. I was hesitant to give out my number, but not enough to say no.
And soon I was facetiming with Anthony. His voice was deep but with a musical quality, his smile was infectious, and his lips drew me in like a siren’s song. I told him how much I wanted to feel his lips on mine, how much I wanted to be in his bed with him. After about ten minutes of facetiming, Anthony pushed us farther.
“William, you do realize we’re only twenty minutes apart from each other right? I mean, yeah, so I fucking dig you man, and I know this is a lot faster than either of us anticipated, but I keep thinking about you in my bed, your body and mine, our bodies together. In the time that we’ve been talking, just so far, you coulda been here.” Then he propped his phone on a pillow and got on top of it stroking his cock close to the camera. “I want to share this with you baby, I want to give you this big black cock, you see how hard you got me baby boy?”
My mouth was literally watering, I needed Anthony, every beautiful inch of him and in every way. I asked him for his address, threw on some jeans and a t shirt and headed out. I pulled up to the craftsman style home on a cul de sac about twenty minutes later and approached the door.
Anthony opened the door before I could knock and greeted me with a wide smile. I smiled back, it was a genuine smile, I honestly felt amazingly happy in that moment. I entered his home and he hugged me, we embraced each other tightly, and he began kissing my neck and ear. I tilted my face to meet his and we kissed.
As I felt Anthony’s full masculine lips press to my own, I fucking melted. It was so supremely sexy, the taste of his tongue, the scrape of his stubble, the heaviness of his breath. Everything about what we were doing felt exactly right. I wasn’t nervous, intimidated, or cautious. I had zero thoughts about the fact that I was making out with a black man in his house at 9:00 on a Friday night. All I knew in that moment was that the object of my desire was named Anthony and I wanted desperately to make passionate love to him.
Anthony broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and smiled. He took me by the hand and lead me to his living room where we sat on his sofa, drank a glass of wine, and smoked some good weed from his bong. We touched each other casually, and talked about everything from our careers, to our kids, to politics, and sports. He was quick witted as was I and we both managed to make the other laugh out loud. As we sipped a second glass of wine, I slipped my shoes off.
I myself have always had a foot fetish and I knew, from his own proclamations, that Anthony did. I must admit, man feet don’t generally do it for me, but I will also admit that my own feet are much closer to the feminine spectrum. And I have always thought my toes were sexy, not hairy, not bony or gnarly, high arches with smooth evenly shaped toes. My feet are, as male feet go, very feminine comparatively.
Anthony’s eyes were immediately drawn to my naked soles. He commented on how sexy he thought my toes were and I shifted myself and rested my feet in his lap. I pressed my toes into his crotch and felt his bulge. Anthony placed his hand over my right foot and pressed it into his stiffening cock as he took my left foot by the ankle and brought it to his lips. Anthony began sucking my toes while grinding my other foot into his crotch. I was breathless and a soft moan escaped my lips.
Suddenly he dropped my foot moved my legs apart climbed on top of me and began hungrily, almost angrily, kissing me. We fell into our mutual lust and desperately kissed and groped each other. I wanted every fucking inch of his being, I wanted to suck and lick him, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to cuddle with him and ride his dick and kiss him in the morning as we drank coffee, fuck it all, in that moment I may as well have placed us riding stallions through a misty field like some cheesy romance novel. I was swooning over Anthony and my body and my temperament told him as much.
We broke our kiss, I held his face in my hands, looked him deep in the eyes and said “Fuck me, Anthony I need you to fuck me.” And with that he got up and told me to follow him. We went to his bedroom and both stripped naked. We didn’t do that porn movie thing where people kiss and slowly strip one another. Anthony and I were on the same sexual trajectory at that moment, I believe, and naked is what we both needed to be. We crawled naked on the bed together and continued kissing.
Our hands explored, and our mouths wandered as well. We ground our hard cocks together and groped each other’s asses. Part of me wanted to suck his cock, lick his balls, eat his ass, and just generally bury my face in his entire lower region. But a much larger part of me wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed him to take me, like a man takes a woman, and I told him so.
Anthony scooted to the edge of his bed and produced a bottle of lube and a condom. I moved to him and took the lube. I began fingering my ass as we kissed Anthony joined in and took over, working his fingers into me. I wasn’t especially loose back there, having only periodically played with a small dildo over the years. I stroked the length of Anthony’s hard cock as he fingered me and we kissed.
Anthony broke the kiss and began to open the condom. I grabbed the condom out of his hand and tossed it. I moved on top of him and he looked at me with a tiny bit of questioning in his eyes, but before he could protest further, I grabbed his thick cock, lined it up with my hole, and sat down all the way. The pain shot through me like a bolt of lightening. I mean it really fucking hurt. In that moment, I considered that a slower introduction may have avoided the searing pain in my ass, something to consider down the road perhaps.
I slowly lifted myself and then sat down again. The pain was only slightly less this time, I repeated the movement again and again. The pain of Anthony’s thick eight inch cock buried inside my near-virgin asshole was indeed significant, but another sensation began to compete with the pain. My entire body was tingling with lust. Waves of pleasure began radiating from my ass and washing over me in all directions. My cock was hard as a rock but it was not, in that moment, my primary sex organ. In that moment my entire body was my sex organ and it was fucking divine.
Soon I was riding up and down on Anthony’s cock with relative ease and kissing him deeply. Anthony took over and sat up, rolled me over smacked my ass and told me to get on my knees. I propped my ass in the air and teased my lover by wiggling my ass around and asking him if he liked my fleshy white ass. Anthony mounted me and eased his cock back inside. He thrusted into me softly and then again with more force, and then again with even more force.
The pain returned in this position, I was not in control of the pace or velocity anymore and, while that thought frightened me just a little, I gave myself over to my lover, with absolute trust and absolute lust. Once again the pain found itself outmatched by the pleasure, and as my lover fucked my ass harder and harder, I realized that I was full throated moaning, screaming almost, and having earth shattering endless full body orgasms.
Anthony fucked me hard for what seemed like hours, but was probably closer to eight minutes. He slowed down and asked me if he could suck my toes. I cooed by way of a reply and he withdrew. I rolled on my back and Anthony propped my ass in the air with a pillow underneath he lined his cock up and slid into me. At this point my ass was loosened and I could feel my ass lips opening around my lover’s cock. He began a slow rhythmic movement in and out of me as he grabbed my left foot and brought it to his face. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to absorb the myriad of sensations, Anthony gliding his dick in and out of my asshole, his tongue slathering my toes, and before long I felt his free hand working my cock.
My cock had softened during the hardest parts of our fucking, but as Anthony’s skilled hand began squeezing and stroking it, my dick sprung to life. I felt Anthony stiffening inside of me, and I stiffened too. My orgasm rose quickly, and suddenly my cock erupted sending five shots of thick cum all over my stomach. Anthony scooped up my cum and smeared it on my foot as he continued sucking my toes. And then I felt it, his cock pulsing his cum deep inside my gut. I felt the warm wetness of his seed, lubricating my man cunt. I grabbed my still hard cock and stroked it to another orgasm as Anthony pulsed into me over and over again.
Anthony laid on top of me and we kissed. After several minutes he had softened inside of me and eventually slid out. I felt his cum stream from my asshole and I swear I could have cum again from just that feeling alone. We repositioned ourselves side by side and we cuddled and kissed. I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t awaken until the morning light crept through the window.
Anthony was still asleep and I studied him in the early morning light. I liked him, I thought, I mean I liked him a whole lot. I left the bed and found my way to the kitchen and shortly after that I found my way to the coffee maker. I sat on the sofa, in my boxer briefs sipping the morning brew and contemplating the last 15 hours of my life.
I found my phone and texted my wife. I tried to sum up what had happened in the confines of a text message. “Hey Baby, sorry I didn’t respond last night, I met someone. It’s a long story baby, but suffice it to say, I think I found a special friend. I’ll tell you all about it when you get home tomorrow. Hope you guys are having fun. Love you.”
Within a moment the replied “Wow, that was fast! I hope you’re being safe and smart. I really can’t wait to hear all about it baby, kinda got me turned on! Have fun and I’ll see you in tomorrow mid day. Xoxo”
Within a few moments Anthony walked into the living room with a cup of coffee and sat in the chair next to the sofa. He smiled at me and spoke “I wasn’t sure you’d still be here, I’m glad you are though. William, last night was fucking amazing man. Seriously, I feel a deep connection to you, and not just sexually. Like I um, well shit, I really dig you man. I know you’re married and I aint trying to fuck with your situation, but I could see us together. I guess what I’m saying is, man I don’t really know what I’m saying other than I really like you.”
I put my coffee down and straddled Anthony’s lap. I looked down at him and smiled. I kissed him gently on the lips and said “I’m going to clean up a little bit, and then I want you to meet me in your bedroom. And then Anthony, I want you to make love to me.”
Within a short span of time, I was laying under Anthony as me made love to me missionary style and we kissed. My ass was sore but I didn’t care, he felt so beautiful inside of me. Anthony slowly and rhythmically penetrated my pussy and as I approached my first ass-gasm the words escaped my lips. “Oh fuck Anthony, oh fuck baby, oh Anthony, Anthony I think I may be falling in love with you. Oh fuck I know I know it’s stupid…” Anthony cut me off and said “William I think I love you too!” We kissed passionately as we continued to profess our new found feelings for each other. I began cumming hands free as Anthony plunged himself into me. My cock squirted cum between our bodies and my ass continued to radiate orgasmic waves as Anthony stiffened and pulsed his cum into me.
He kissed me deeply and I kissed him back as I gently caressed his muscular back with the tips of my fingers and wrapped my legs around him. I wanted him to soften inside of me just like this, kissing each other while my legs held him inside of me. All of a sudden he broke the kiss and buried his face near my neck and ear and giggled a little. I chuckled a little too. I knew what he was giggling about, at least I hoped I did. “Man, we’re like two high schoolers her right?!” He said as he laughed. I laughed out loud and my laugh forced his softening cock straight out of me, which also felt pretty amazing I thought. “I mean, I do expect you to take me to homecoming” I said in a snotty teenaged girls voice. He laughed and rolled off me laying beside me and said “Maybe, but only if you paint your toes a sexy red color and wear a slutty dress.”
I rolled onto my side, with my cock once again tingling, and traced a finger over his chest. “Is that something you would like? Would you like it if I painted my toes? Would you like it if I was hairless? Like waxed all over? Does that turn you on baby?” I asked as I tickled the length of his cock which was acting as one hell of a lie detector and betraying the fact that Anthony was turned on by making me into his woman.
And, surprisingly, so was I.
To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mdj2zz/mm_married_man_explores_bi_side_with_help_from_a