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Guys are... funny. I remember "Gary," a guy about my age I'd run into and became friends with and a guy who, oh, maybe after our third or fourth time hanging out together, started "flirting" with me and taking every opportunity he could to grab or pat me on the ass or take a swipe or make a move toward my crotch and as if he were going to fondle me.

I didn't as much find it unusual or even annoying as I did such acts being silly; being a more direct and no-nonsense kind of guy, I've always been of a mind that if you wanna do something, just ask and, who knows - I just might say yes to whatever you have in mind. I'd had way too many similar experiences with guys doing silly stuff like this and, I guess, calling themselves being slick and sneaky, like my boy Gary who would, when we played basketball, body up on me and he's thinking that I'm not noticing his crotch bumping and pressing against my ass... or the boner that would sometimes be present. Or, after a good shot, he'd pat my ass but it was more like a quick grab and squeeze.

I would find myself wishing that someone would or could save me from guys like this...

I was at his place one Saturday to work on his computer and, yeah, it was annoying to have him hovering over me while I was trying to fix things and when I say hovering, I mean being so close to me that one more step would have him sitting in my lap and it was distracting to feel his crotch pressing up against my arm as he'd lean over to ask, "What's that?" or some other inane question. The straw that broke the camel's back came when I got up to use the bathroom - and he was so close to me that I almost knocked him down - and as I stood there pissing, he comes in and kinda nudges me to one side, pulls his dick out, and starts pissing and then trying to cover it up by saying, "I had to pee, too, and couldn't hold it!"

Yeah, right - sure you did, Gary.

I wasn't surprised when he looked down at my dick and said, "Nice cock..." and then trying to say it like he was telling me the sun was shining or something "innocent" along those lines. And I'd had enough of this crap and said, "Um, dude, if you wanna do something, just say so; I mean, shit - it's damned obvious that you do!"

Gary blushed an interesting shade of red and started stammering about me mistaking his actions which led to me telling him, "You act like I don't know anything about this..."

Its been awhile since I posted but needed to share my experience this past week. Work has been anything but boring, 14 hr days dead on my feet at night, different hotels its been crazy. Wednesday night I arrived back at my room and decided to enjoy the nice evening outside with a cigar and my trusty bourbon. as I sat smoking my cigar this older gentleman sat down across from me and was having a smoke. We didn't talk at 1st but my eyes kept being drawn to his crotch as his balls were hanging out of his gym shorts. He apparently caught my glances smiled and said like what you see as he smiled. Well what a guy to say in a moment like this? All I could muster was well its not everyday I see someones junk hanging out in front of me.

It was then we started talking and he too was stressed and wanted to just relax, being very blunt he said so how do you relax at night, you are looking at it smoke a cigar have a few drinks and then go to my room. Do you masterbate he asks, yes all the time, I do too but wouldn't mind some help if you know what I mean. Caught in a moment of surprise I couldn't resist to ask your room or mine. I could see through his shorts his cock was growing as he rubbed it. He said well now look at what you did, done made me hard. Being an elderly man around 65 he was packing quite a nice package, your room he said it looks like you have the drinks.

Having 2 room keys I gave him one of them and said give me 10 minutes so no body suspects our encounter, he agreed and I got up and left. My cock was raging hard when I got to my room, still dressed he came walking in as I was sitting on the couch, and I watched him walk toward me cupping his cock in his hand. He sat down next to me and said how about you make me a drink. as I turned around to hand him his drink his shorts were down around his ankles sporting a massive harden, holy shit guy you aint wasting anytime, too old to waste time he said. he reached up and undid my pants pulled them down and slowly took in my entire 8 inches deep into his throat. I reached down to feel his dick and it was leaking precum which is my ultimate favorite. With muted talk we just let our sexual urge take over. I finished undressing and we headed to the bed. 69ing him was incredible, his cock was leaking so much precum I was lapping it up. He took to fingering my ass and said top or bottom son, I am normally a bottom but I can change up. I need to fuck an ass right now got any lube, of course I do. I got up and got it out of my bag and when I turned around his cock was right there rubbing against mine, he lubed ups my ass and his cock as I bent over the bed, he eased it in slowly letting me get used to his girth, oh my that feels so good. he worked his cock good hitting all the sweet spots and as he reached around to stroke my cock I shot a big load into his hand, he took his hand and smeared all over my face as he pumped me hard and long. He said where do you want it, I want to see you cum, so on my face. he pulled out and I turned around and he unloaded his cum on me.

After a shower and some kisses to each others dick he left with a smile on his face, was a stress reliever and that old guy left with a empty set of balls.

We spent the next few hours alternating between sucking each other and fucking each other; that was a first for Eddie. When we talked on the phone, he'd told me that he was primarily a cock sucker (and like me) but had been waiting for the longest time to meet a guy he felt he could trust to fuck him for the first time. I had thought, at the time, that he sounded disappointed that I was no stranger to being fucked - I had guessed that part of his fantasy was for this to be each other's first time being fucked.

When he slid into me, man, it felt so good to have all of him in me; I felt so dreamy lying beneath him and feeling him thrusting into me as well as feeling his weight on me and how hot and sweaty he was. For a guy who admitted to have never fucked a guy before, he was doing a very good job of screwing me and it was all I could do not to start laughing to hear him whispering in my ear, "This is so good... your ass feel so goddamned good..."

He came a few moment later. He'd cried out that he couldn't hold it any longer and when I said to him, "Then don't hold it..." I felt his cock swell inside me following by that amazingly delicious pumping feeling as he shot his load into me... and calling on God and Jesus to help him. I was using my muscles to help milk every drop from him he had to give until he went soft and slipped right out of me, leaving me feeling very good... but also giving me that empty feeling that I didn't like so much.

"My turn," he said as he handed me the bottle of lube before lying down on his stomach.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, more out of habit than anything else - and feeling his cum starting to ooze out of my butt.

"I've never been so sure about anything," he said. I'd applied a lot of lube to myself before working it into his hole and saying for him to just relax. I took my time fingering his hole, doing it nice and slow until I could feel his hole relaxing.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Give it to me nice and deep," he replied. I mounted him and pressed the head of my dick against his hole... and pushed. He gasped and tensed up for a moment as the head of my dick went right into him and I said, "Relax and breathe..." He did as I said and it only took another moment before all of my dick was in his behind.

"Jesus, that hurts," he said.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Hell, no - it hurts good," he said. "Just fuck me...'

And I did. At one point, he wanted to switch to the missionary position, telling me, "I wanna see you fucking me..." as his reason for the switch. I had... fun watching him watching my dick going in and out of his formerly virgin ass and I was looking at him when my dick swelled when I was about to cum; he got this... look on his face as he felt my dick expanding inside of him and yelped, "Oh, shit!" as I moaned and groaned shooting my load into him.

His cock felt and tasted good; I could smell his muskiness over whatever soap he washed with. As I licked and sucked him, I thought that, yeah, he was right in that his cock wasn't "huge" - he was a good five inches or so fully erect and for me, that made him perfect to suck; I could take and hold him deep without any problems and delighted in hearing his moans every time I did so.

I had every intention on making him cum to start things off but before I could "shift into my next gear," he asked me to stop so he could suck me. I didn't want to stop but, okay, I did and as I stood up and stretched, I recalled how excited he would be on the phone talking about how much he loved to suck dick and how he couldn't wait to suck his first Black cock. He didn't give me a chance to sit down; he just reached out, grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him and took half of me right into his mouth. I could feel the vibrations of his moans against my shaft and they made me moan as well as I stood there with my hands on his shoulders to keep me upright.

Eddie was sucking my dick like it had been a long time since he last sucked dick... but I knew that wasn't the case; in fact, it had only been two days since he last sucked dick and that one belonged to the guy who lived next door and one of the two neighbors he'd "regularly" have sex with. Indeed, Eddie stopped licking and sucking me long enough to tell me that "Paul," the guy he sucked a couple of days ago, had nothing on me when it came to taste, feel and especially size. He had me laughing when he said, "I guess it's true after all, huh?" before going right back to sucking me.

We both knew that we had all day to experience each other even though we'd both mentioned how "wasting time" wasn't our favorite thing to do. We spent the next half-hour or so taking turns sucking on each other and even allowing a bit of time for us to go soft... so we could suck each other hard again. Eddie was the first to cum. We'd taken things to a bedroom which allowed us to be able to fully stretch out... and gave me the perfect opportunity to slip a finger into his ass. He'd gasped loudly and I could feel a smile trying to form on my face as his dick swelled in my mouth and his first spurt of cum hit the roof of my mouth and followed by a lot more of it; with my finger buried in his ass, I could feel his muscles clamping around my finger with every delicious pulse.

"You cheated!" he said once I let go of him and eased my finger out of him.

"I never said I play fair," I said with a shrug and a smile.

I came a few minutes later - and with Eddie's finger buried in my ass and as payback for what I'd done to him. To me, it felt like I hadn't busted a nut in weeks as I moaned and writhed on the bed with my dick pumping sperm into Eddie's mouth. And as he let go of me, I knew this was just the beginning...

I'd been waiting for this day for almost two weeks. I'd met a guy - let's call him "Eddie" - and we clicked right away and along a lot of lines so when we were talking and he mentioned that he liked sex with guys, too, there were no questions in our minds that we had to hook up and do something. We would have preferred right away but with both of us being married with children, the only available window was two weeks away. My family was going to spend the day at Kings Dominion, courtesy of a trip planned by our church (and one I wasn't invited to join) and Eddie's family was going to be away on a day trip of their own.

Those two weeks felt like it took two years to pass but finally the day had arrived. I'd gotten up early with my family to help get them ready to go and when it was my turn in the bathroom, I made sure everything was clean; although Eddie and I hadn't talked about any particular thing we wanted to do with each other, it's better to be prepared. After dropping my family off at the departure place for their trip, I headed toward Eddie's place and stopped once to call him to let him know I was on my way; he sounded excited on the phone as he told me that he'd be waiting for my arrival.

I arrived at his place a few minutes later and, as he had said, pulled into the empty spot in the two-car garage, jumping a little when the garage door started going down "by itself" - but, of course, Eddie had closed the door with a remote. Before I could knock on the door leading out of the garage, it opened... and Eddie was standing there in all his naked glory, giving me my first look at him.

He was a year younger; about my height and weight with light brown hair and eyes and, yeah, a nice package between his legs. As I took him in with my eyes, I recalled him apologizing for not having, in his words, a huge cock and me telling him that I didn't care how big or small it was; as long as he was willing to share it with me, that's all that mattered.

He led me inside to the living room where I was invited to strip down; I smiled at this because in our conversations, Eddie would often "go off the reservation" about wanting to see me naked and how excited he was to finally be able to have sex with a Black guy and how doing so would fulfill his greatest fantasy. As I undressed, I could feel his excitement coming off of him in waves even though I had had my back to him for a moment as I folded my clothes and set them aside. I turned around to find him smiling at me and now his dick was fully erect.

"You have a nice body and cock," he said, whispering as if his words were going to be overheard.

"So do you," I said.

"What should we do? Do you want a drink or something?" he asked.

To be honest, I wasn't interested in such pleasantries - they could wait until later - so to answer him, I kinda guided him to sit on the sofa, settled myself in between his legs, and went right to work sucking his dick.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"You're starting to understand something I've always understood," I said. "It's sexy; it's exciting and very intimate; it makes you feel good to make someone else feel good that way and the best part for you gals is that y'all can go down on each other and stay there way longer than you can sucking dick."

"Yes...," she said, getting [I]that[/I] look on her face. She got up from where she had been sitting and came over to me and started unfastening my pants; I finished that for her and she got on her knees and took me into her mouth and I wasn't sure that after all we'd already done, I was recharged enough to get hard... but not only could she fuck like a crazy woman, she was good at sucking dick and it didn't take her very long to get me hard. I just reclined on the sofa and watching this very insatiable woman sucking my dick and with me fucking into her mouth until I could feel that I was gonna cum.

"Um, I'm gonna cum," I managed to say.

She looked up at me with those enticing green eyes, blinked twice, then started doing a number on the head of my dick until I exploded in her mouth for the first time since we'd become lovers a year ago... and she swallowed every drop I had before releasing me and sitting back on her haunches.

"You taste good," she said, licking her lips. "I don't know why I've never done that to you before now; I mean, I wanted to but, I don't know..."

"Doesn't matter, honey," I said, leaning toward her and giving her a very deep kiss. And, yep, I got up, picked her up and dropped her on the sofa, yanked her shorts down - she never wore underwear, and went down on her until I could feel her clit pulsing like crazy in my mouth, the very sure sign that she was cumming.

Later, I was just sitting and thinking about our conversation and really trying to put a number to the number of guys I'd ever had sex with... and I lost count after about ten minutes of thinking but to say it was a lot probably doesn't begin to do the numbers game any real justice...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"And before you ask - and I know you're gonna ask - I've been sucked off more by guys than by women," I supplied. "It's just a thing we do and, yeah, sometimes it's a big deal since a lot of women don't like doing that."

"Well...," she said.

"Believe me when I say I know why women are funny about it," I said with a laugh.

"I suppose you would," she said. "It just kinda doesn't make sense to me."

"Baby, it's sex and not much more than that usually," I said with a sigh. I still couldn't understand why this was so hard for her to wrap her head around. I very much remember the first time she went down on my wife... and after telling me that she didn't think she could do it and I had told her that if she couldn't then she just couldn't... then shocked me and my wife by diving between her legs and going to town on my wife's pussy and like it wasn't her first time.

"This has been such a part of me that it's not something I really think about," I said. "I might run into a guy, we might get to talking about it and maybe it happens and maybe it doesn't. I will think about whether it's a good idea to do it or not - and sometimes I just know it would be a bad idea and it ain't gonna happen. But if everything checks out, it's not that big of a deal for us to go somewhere and suck each other off one or two times and go on about our business afterward."

"It's just a guy thing... and I feel kinda bad because I'm probably not able to really explain it to you," I said. "At the end of the day, it's still just sex and sucking dick is one of those things that I just learned to love doing and, yeah, like I told you before, I suck dick pretty much for the same reason you do - you like doing it."

"You don't get mad at me because I don't suck you off?" she asked.

"No - why would I?" I asked. "Yeah, if you wanted to, it's not like I'd stop you... and I did wonder why you hadn't by now, to be honest."

"Well, I do love the way you feel inside me after I suck you," she said.

I just nodded. Like a lot of guys, I'd just gotten used to women sucking my dick and stopping before I came so we could fuck - just the way shit goes and sex with her wasn't any different.

"I gotta do something about that," she said - and I didn't know if she was talking to me or to herself. "But, still - a hundred guys or more?"

"Yes. Why is that so important?" I asked.

"I dunno - maybe because I've never been with a guy like you... or at least a guy who admits that he's sucked a a dick," she said.

"You like being eaten and eating pussy now, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah...," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Um, because it feels good and I like it," she said - then sat straight up with her eyes really wide.

"I see you finally understand what I've been telling you," I said with a nod.

"Yeah... I think I finally do," she said.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Speaking of which," she said, looking down at me and making me look down as well to see that I was hard again... and I hadn't even noticed it because this conversation had totally distracted me.

I just smiled, bent her over and as she held onto the sink, slid my dick into her again; I realized that she had kept drying off between her legs because the conversation had gotten her very wet and said as much to her.

"I know," she said. "I don't like that you've slept with guys but at the same time, shit, oh, do that again, at the same time, it makes me hot and wet... and I don't know why."

I pressed my thumb into her ass, making her fuck back against me even harder and feeling her pussy clamping down on me as she kept cumming; it got to be too much for me and we both gasped as my dick swelled inside her and pumped another load of spunk in her.

"Now I gotta shower again," she said, giving me a wicked smile and one I had gotten used to seeing.

"Want me to join you?" I asked even thought I knew what the answer was going to be... and maybe this time, we'd both manage to get clean.

She just smiled and we climbed back into the shower and took turns washing each other and we didn't fuck again but she did suck me (even though I wasn't gonna get it up at the moment) and I had fun eating her into a few more orgasms before we got out, dried off again, and got dressed.

Sitting in the living room, she suddenly asked, "So, maybe a hundred guys or more, huh?"

"Yeah, if I had to put a number to it," I said.

"You've had more sex with guys than I have," she said and with a look on her face that I couldn't make sense of.

"Probably; I've likely had more sex with men than most women I know," I said.

"Do you swallow?" she asked.

"Nine times out of ten, yes," I said. "And before you ask, yes, I like to swallow and I like the taste... and it doesn't make sense not to and especially if all that's gonna happen is dicks getting sucked."

"Do guys swallow when you cum?" she asked.

"Most of the time, yeah," I said. "Some guys don't and some guys are just afraid to."

"Does it matter if they do or not?" she asked.

"No, well, sometimes it does but for the most part, not really," I said, thinking about all the guys who'd sucked me but made it clear I couldn't cum in their mouth.[/SIZE][/FONT]