I can’t believe I’m actually writing this, but I just need to tell someone, and I know that my wife won’t be seeing this, so it feels safe. OK, here goes. Two months ago my wife and I were attending a party held by one of our close friends. There were probably forty people there, although we all fit quite comfortably in her house, which is one of the biggest in the neighborhood. The party wasn’t celebrating any particular occasion, it was just a social event designed to gather friends together for a good time. There was lots of good food, plenty of booze, and plenty of stimulating conversation. My wife and I arrived about thirty minutes after the party started and we melted right into the crowd, mingling around the party separately to say hi to as many people as possible.

Even though I’m 35 now and straight guy I still find myself feeling a little uptight and awkward at social gatherings, so the first place I headed was the bar. I ordered up a shot of vodka and threw it down quickly, asking the bartender for another. After two more I had him make a proper drink, a Tom Collins I think it was, and I headed out to the party. I skillfully ambled my way from conversation to conversation, chatting with our friends and being introduced to new people. There was one guy I was introduced to, Rick, who creeped me out just a little. He gripped my hand tighter than was normal and he wouldn’t quit looking at me while I was talking with the group he was standing amongst.

I left them after about ten minutes and thought nothing of it, moving on to another chat. At one point I found my wife and handed her my drink as I told her I was going to go to the bathroom. I was a little drunk, but I had no trouble finding the spacious upstairs bathroom because I had been in the house so often. I took care of business and headed out, but when I opened the door Rick was standing right there. I nearly jumped out of my skin from the surprise but I quickly recovered and said excuse me. I was going to simply walk around him and head downstairs but Rick put a hand on my chest and pushed me back into the bathroom. I was panicked, figuring that I was about to be the victim of a murder or a robbery.

Instead, Rick’s hand immediately found my crotch and began massaging my cock while his mouth pressed against mine, his tongue pushing at my lips, pleading with them to open. I was momentarily befuddled, this 25 year old guy was grabbing at my dick while trying to make out with me and I had no concept of how to handle it. Then, in a twist that surprised even me, I began to soften. The smell of Rick’s aftershave wafted into my nose and the work his hand was doing began to have an effect on me. I actually opened my mouth wide, letting his tongue slip inside. He took my open mouth as an acceptance of his advances and immediately unbuttoned my pants, dropping them to the floor. My boxers soon followed and the Rick was on his knees, my cock in his mouth.

He sucked my dick with more skill than anyone ever has before. It felt like a vacuum had been attached to my cock he was sucking so hard. He was working my shaft with his left hand and fondling my balls with his right while continuing to suck me. In minutes I was cumming, flooding his mouth with my hot semen. I tried to suppress any noises, but I wasn’t entirely successful; it felt too good to not moan at least a little. After I finished Rick swallowed my load and stood up, licking his lips. Without even taking a minute to breathe he began to unbutton his own pants, letting them drop to the floor to reveal his own gay cock. I was a little drunk at the time, but in retrospect he had a beautiful cock. It was 7” long and the perfect diameter, just thick enough to fill a mouth but not too big to choke one.

I was staring at his cock when I felt Rick pushing on my shoulders, urging me to the floor. Against my better judgment I allowed him to guide me and soon his cock was filling my mouth. My back was to the wall and before long Rick had his hands on the back of my head and was face fucking me, thrusting his long dick in and out of my mouth repeatedly. I don’t really remember if I was enjoying myself, but I know that I tried my best to please Rick. After five minutes or so of this he blew his load, filling my mouth with jizz. I didn’t want anything to leak onto my clothes so I swallowed it all, drinking it down.

After it was all over Rick said that he knew from the moment he saw me that I would be up for something like this. I can’t imagine what it was about me that led him to that conclusion, but obviously he was right.

Ever since that day I’ve been unable to get sex with men out of my head. I think about it constantly. Of course, it probably doesn’t help that I’ve been jerking off to gay porn ever since the party. See, about a week before the party I accepted a buyout from my company, giving me two years salary and a nice retirement package. I had chosen not to go back to work for a while, and as a result I had all the free time in the world. My wife, on the other hand, worked like crazy, usually ten hours a day. This gave me plenty of opportunity to enjoy my choice of gay porn at home, and I soon developed a taste for one on one webcam sessions.

There are some unbelievably sexy guys who do these webcam shows, and they are all willing to do one on one stuff. I like to find a well built young looking guy, usually in his early twenties, and then tell him what to do as I watch. I like to see him stroke his cock, squeeze hit nuts, and sometimes I like to see him fuck his ass with a dildo. That always gets me hard, although not everyone is willing to do it. I always jerk off while I’m watching these guys, and it never fails to make me cum a huge load.

I haven’t told my wife about any of this; I’m not sure if she’d understand why I feel this way. She might even divorce me and I couldn’t really handle that. So, I continue on in silence, surfing the web for hot man on man porn and enjoying great webcam shows. It feels good to tell my story to someone though, so thanks for that at least.

Cheers,
Chuck,
Michigan