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Gay Confessions
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Bi-Sexual Male / 28
My Erotic Encounter With A Male Nurse
Met a man I'd not seen since I was nineteen, two weeks ago. He's a male nurse, who just happened to be the one treating me for a severe cut to my left hand.
He looked so fit and different in as much as he'd cut his hair short.
He somehow knew I'd gotten married (I don't wear a wedding ring), yet still asked me if I liked guys.
I told him the truth, I'd not had sex with a guy since I was twenty, mostly because I was never really attracted to men, only their cocks.
He instantly replied "I remember you loving mine".
I'm not sure why, as I'd not indulged sexually with a male for eight years, yet I got a boner just thinking of his massive manhood.
He smiled at me, noticing my bulge and said he was free in two hours.
I had the choice, I had all the reasons in the world to take a cab home.
I walked back into my house four and half hours later, with my asshole aching and his cum still coating my teeth.
My wife still wasn't home from work, so I showered remembering only an hour before I was stood in his shower taking yet another fucking from behind. He'd already fucked me on his couch, in his kitchen and on the rear porch to his property. And I'd loved every second of him taking me.
It brought back all the reasons why I'd enjoyed older men using me sexually.
Don't get me wrong, I did feel really guilty, but also incredibly sexually charged too. He'd cum in or on me three times. The most he said he'd ever experienced in his life with a guy. And I'd totally surrendered myself to him when he was fucking me too.
Even though it had been such an awesome experience, I told myself it was a one off. A nod to the past and that nod would stay there.
Yesterday morning I spent four hours at his home. Four hours where we did almost everything imaginable sexually between two guys. Before I drove to my afternoon customer quotation, he asked me if I'd visit him again. As his cum leaked out of my asshole, I kissed him and gently squeezed his cock and balls.
He knew like I did, I'd be receiving his cock deep inside me again.
He looked so fit and different in as much as he'd cut his hair short.
He somehow knew I'd gotten married (I don't wear a wedding ring), yet still asked me if I liked guys.
I told him the truth, I'd not had sex with a guy since I was twenty, mostly because I was never really attracted to men, only their cocks.
He instantly replied "I remember you loving mine".
I'm not sure why, as I'd not indulged sexually with a male for eight years, yet I got a boner just thinking of his massive manhood.
He smiled at me, noticing my bulge and said he was free in two hours.
I had the choice, I had all the reasons in the world to take a cab home.
I walked back into my house four and half hours later, with my asshole aching and his cum still coating my teeth.
My wife still wasn't home from work, so I showered remembering only an hour before I was stood in his shower taking yet another fucking from behind. He'd already fucked me on his couch, in his kitchen and on the rear porch to his property. And I'd loved every second of him taking me.
It brought back all the reasons why I'd enjoyed older men using me sexually.
Don't get me wrong, I did feel really guilty, but also incredibly sexually charged too. He'd cum in or on me three times. The most he said he'd ever experienced in his life with a guy. And I'd totally surrendered myself to him when he was fucking me too.
Even though it had been such an awesome experience, I told myself it was a one off. A nod to the past and that nod would stay there.
Yesterday morning I spent four hours at his home. Four hours where we did almost everything imaginable sexually between two guys. Before I drove to my afternoon customer quotation, he asked me if I'd visit him again. As his cum leaked out of my asshole, I kissed him and gently squeezed his cock and balls.
He knew like I did, I'd be receiving his cock deep inside me again.
