Bi-Sexual Male / 48
Following my divorce I found myself working overtime to keep from going home at night. At work one of our managers is gay and one night he invited me to join him and his partner for dinner. The dinner was a fun time, and the conversation flowed, so we followed by going to one of their favorite watering holes. They had a large group of friends there, mostly men in our age group and I found myself in a long conversation with this retired policeman.
We ended up talking outside and he invited me over to his place so we could get to know each other better. By then it was eleven p.m. and I felt it necessary to let him know that I wasn't gay. He laughed, and he asked me if I thought he looked gay. A 60 year old, heavy set man with a beard, he put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to his car and said we would pick my car up later.
At his place he offered me a drink, he turned on the TV to the Late Show and he sat across from me and we talked about life and about my divorce. I opened up to him and we talked for a long time. I had finished my drink and he walked over and told me that what I needed was some human comfort, to let him hug me. I thought it would be uncomfortable, two men our age, both heavy set, hugging like that. His hug was warm and he held my head, and he whispered that what I needed right then was some loving, to let myself go, to experiment, to find out, because he had something that no man could resist.
As uncomfortable as I felt right then, he convinced me to got to his room, he told me he had been married once, but found that there was something more comforting about sharing with a man, and he wanted to be that man for me. His arm was around my shoulder hugging me against him. In his room he invited me to undress, he said it was easier to have fun if we were both naked, but that I shouldn't be surprised, that some men have it and others want it, at least that was his experience.
He stood naked in front of me, a big man, hairy chest with a large belly, and this thing, this thing he called Mike. I felt small beside him. I always thought I was normal, I guess I am, but Mike was abnormal, he said that on the force they said he was always armed with a hog leg. He laughed, and came over and grabbed my penis and didn't let go. He held it in his hand, he worked my penis in his hand, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him, he whispered in my ear if I wanted to get to know Mike better.
We were standing there, in front of the bed, he had his hand on my penis and I had my hand on Mike. I had never been in that situation before, it felt good holding Mike in my hand, his arm still around my shoulder he pulled me closer and kissed my mouth and told me that by end of the night we would be making out like a couple of crazed teenagers.
He laid back on the bed and told me to get on beside him, to take Mike in my hand and help Mike rise to the occasion, that there was nothing better that Mike liked, that a sweet set of lips. Holding Mike in my hands, because I was stroking him with both hands when I put my lips on Mike. I immediately got a charge through my body, I puckered up, and let myself taste Mike's sweet taste, got my mouth all around Mike's big head and started to do what I had always dreamt would be done to me. I hardly noticed that he had my penis in his hand and he was stroking me while I was on my knees stroking and kissing and licking and sucking on Mike.
Somehow, I don't know when, I found myself on my side and he was on his side, and I was sucking and stroking on Mike and he was sucking and stroking on me. Mike was powerful, how else can I phrase it. It was impossible to ignore Mike, when he was massaging my shoulders and kissing me, when he asked me to get on crouch on my knees and he stood over me and Mike was there, dominating the room, and I could not resist, I took Mike in my hand and sucked, kissed, licked Mike, from his head, down his shaft, to his balls, I tasted Mike's pre cum, I felt Mike grow in my hand, and my head couldn't move and Mike gave up his charge, in my mouth, on my face, and down my chest.
Later that night, when I was more relaxed I got my chance to unload, and his mouth was there to take as much as he could. The next morning, we showered in his overly large shower with two shower heads, he said built like that to accommodate two men, with enough room to pay careful attention to Mike, and for Mike to pay careful attention to his guest, if his guest was of the mind to have Mike show his appreciation.
I wasn't ready for Mike, not like that, I begged off. He told me Mike was patient, no man could resist him for long, and before I knew it Mike was going to be my special friend, exploring where no man had gone before. Mike was there for me when I needed him, he was everything that was promised, and more. I never would have thought that I would look forward to being pulled over by a cop.
We ended up talking outside and he invited me over to his place so we could get to know each other better. By then it was eleven p.m. and I felt it necessary to let him know that I wasn't gay. He laughed, and he asked me if I thought he looked gay. A 60 year old, heavy set man with a beard, he put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to his car and said we would pick my car up later.
At his place he offered me a drink, he turned on the TV to the Late Show and he sat across from me and we talked about life and about my divorce. I opened up to him and we talked for a long time. I had finished my drink and he walked over and told me that what I needed was some human comfort, to let him hug me. I thought it would be uncomfortable, two men our age, both heavy set, hugging like that. His hug was warm and he held my head, and he whispered that what I needed right then was some loving, to let myself go, to experiment, to find out, because he had something that no man could resist.
As uncomfortable as I felt right then, he convinced me to got to his room, he told me he had been married once, but found that there was something more comforting about sharing with a man, and he wanted to be that man for me. His arm was around my shoulder hugging me against him. In his room he invited me to undress, he said it was easier to have fun if we were both naked, but that I shouldn't be surprised, that some men have it and others want it, at least that was his experience.
He stood naked in front of me, a big man, hairy chest with a large belly, and this thing, this thing he called Mike. I felt small beside him. I always thought I was normal, I guess I am, but Mike was abnormal, he said that on the force they said he was always armed with a hog leg. He laughed, and came over and grabbed my penis and didn't let go. He held it in his hand, he worked my penis in his hand, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him, he whispered in my ear if I wanted to get to know Mike better.
We were standing there, in front of the bed, he had his hand on my penis and I had my hand on Mike. I had never been in that situation before, it felt good holding Mike in my hand, his arm still around my shoulder he pulled me closer and kissed my mouth and told me that by end of the night we would be making out like a couple of crazed teenagers.
He laid back on the bed and told me to get on beside him, to take Mike in my hand and help Mike rise to the occasion, that there was nothing better that Mike liked, that a sweet set of lips. Holding Mike in my hands, because I was stroking him with both hands when I put my lips on Mike. I immediately got a charge through my body, I puckered up, and let myself taste Mike's sweet taste, got my mouth all around Mike's big head and started to do what I had always dreamt would be done to me. I hardly noticed that he had my penis in his hand and he was stroking me while I was on my knees stroking and kissing and licking and sucking on Mike.
Somehow, I don't know when, I found myself on my side and he was on his side, and I was sucking and stroking on Mike and he was sucking and stroking on me. Mike was powerful, how else can I phrase it. It was impossible to ignore Mike, when he was massaging my shoulders and kissing me, when he asked me to get on crouch on my knees and he stood over me and Mike was there, dominating the room, and I could not resist, I took Mike in my hand and sucked, kissed, licked Mike, from his head, down his shaft, to his balls, I tasted Mike's pre cum, I felt Mike grow in my hand, and my head couldn't move and Mike gave up his charge, in my mouth, on my face, and down my chest.
Later that night, when I was more relaxed I got my chance to unload, and his mouth was there to take as much as he could. The next morning, we showered in his overly large shower with two shower heads, he said built like that to accommodate two men, with enough room to pay careful attention to Mike, and for Mike to pay careful attention to his guest, if his guest was of the mind to have Mike show his appreciation.
I wasn't ready for Mike, not like that, I begged off. He told me Mike was patient, no man could resist him for long, and before I knew it Mike was going to be my special friend, exploring where no man had gone before. Mike was there for me when I needed him, he was everything that was promised, and more. I never would have thought that I would look forward to being pulled over by a cop.
