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Tommy10toes 63M
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9/29/2022 11:16 am

I had always been heterosexual until I was in my late 30's At that time, I was going through a divorce, and was questioning much about my life. I had remembered when I was about 5, my neighbor, the same age, showed me how to feel "tingley" in a certain place. Then, he put my little member in his mouth and I was instantly addicted to sex. It was the only boy on boy experience I had, and my neighbor and I would get together regularly to do it more and more.
I remember us being caught a few times by our parents and caught hell. That only intensified the sex because there was such risk involved.

Jump forward a few decades, and I am a regular gym member. I found myself glancing ever so briefly at guys that let it hang out. One time, I was in the shower (there were six showers, none enclosed). I saw this<b> black </font></b>man with a huge cock and I was stunned by the size. He caught me stealing eye peels although I was trying to be discreet and not let him notice. Eventually, he did, and the next time I looked, he had it in his hand stroking it, and he said, "hey man, you want some?" I replied with a sarcastic, "yeah, right!" He urged me on and said "you know you are looking at it for a reason, right?" I told him that I'd never seen such a large one so it caught my attention. "Simple curiosity", nothing more, I said a little unconvincingly. He said, "why don't you try and taste it?" There was a lengthy pause, and I said, "no, that's okay, thanks anyway".

At this point he and I were the only ones in the shower area. He moved over to where I was showering, his hard cock still in his hand, and he said, "come on, just hold it!" Another pause and I thought I got myself in this far, I will touch it and that will get him off my case. When I touched it, all those early, joyful childhood memories came back. I started stroking some and was embarrassed so I said "happy now?" He said "damn, I ain't gonna be happy untii it is in your mouth!" After awkward weak objections, he invited me into the bathroom stall and I eventually told myself "it's a one time thing, I'm curious (because of those flashing memories), I will see what it's like.

We went into the stall, and he said "sit on the seat and lift your legs all the way up against the stall door, so no one sees two pairs of legs." I complied, (and I got the feeling he had done this before), and sat down. He coached me as he guided his huge throbbing member all the way in. I was fighting a gagging reflex, but I managed to ward it off. He said, "that's it, just keep your face right there like that." He started fucking my face like I had fucked so many vaginas, I was nervous and a little breathless, so I said, "hold on, I have to take a leak".
I got up to stand and pee. Suddenly, I felt these strong hands pushing my head forward where my face was right between the seat. Without saying anything, I started fucking my ass with a real pounding. I was struggling to fight him off, when strangely, in the midst of that stretching pain, I felt some new awesome pleasure I had never known. I also realized my cock was rock hard with lots of precum. I went from struggling hard to submitting to this new joyful pleasure for the first time.

When it was over, I thought I should call the police. But what would I say, I only wanted to give oral sex, but he fucked me? That's an argument to embarassing to make, and besides, then my wife would get wind of it. So I just let it be. My feelings were confused complex, but over the next few days, I masturbated many times re-living it. Suddenly, I realized that I couldn't wait to go back to the gym.

The next time I encountered him, I was in the steam room with about 10 other guys. The heat was working magic on my body. Shockingly, the steam room door opened up, and who poked his face in but my new fuck coach. He didn't say anything, but he put his hand out and wagged his index finger signaling "come on!" I don't think any words were exchanged that second time...there were none needed!

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