Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2021 13:40:13 +0100 From: Hm Gf Subject: Man with a Secret (gay, adult friends) I am a married man forty-five years old, five feet, eleven inches tall and weigh one hundred eighty pounds. I have quite a bit of body hair and usually have a few day's worth of stubble on my face. I am reasonably muscular and keep myself in pretty good shape by cycling and running a few times a month. My wife and I have a pretty good sex life at home. A few years ago, I realized I was bisexual so I enjoy the "the call of the wild" every chance I get to have some hot, discreet man sex and am both active and passive. I prefer other closeted bisexual men as they tend to be discreet and masculine. Most of my sexual experiences with men have been in discreet meeting places in nature and on a few occasions I have visited adult book stores. For the past few months on Thursdays, I have been working on site at one of my clients. The office is about an hour's drive on the expressway outside of the city where I live. At approximately the halfway point of the drive, there are rest areas on both sides of the highway so I can stop both on my way to the client and on my way home to smoke a cigarette and see if there is any action. Several times, in the afternoons on my way home, I noticed a very good looking, masculine man standing by his new, black BMW X7 smoking a cigarette. He is about my age, six foot four, two hundred and twenty pounds, shaved head and a well-groomed beard. Since the weather has been cold, I have only seen him wearing a winter coat, but I can see that he has a nice firm ass and seems to have the beginnings of a nice beer belly---just my type! On these occasions, he appeared to be extremely shy and/or standoffish. He usually appeared emotionless and I wasn't sure if he was interested in anything more than the cigarette. One particular day I was standing close to the toilet smoking my cigarette. I noticed him looking my way and it appeared that he was sporting a chubby. I moved closer to the toilet door, shot him an interested look, and went in leaving the door unlocked. I waited quite a while (longer than I usually would for someone) thinking he may be trying to get his courage up. Finally the door opened and he stood outside looking in with a wrinkled brow. I wanted to say "In our out, buddy," as I thought he was being a jerk. However, something about the way he was standing gave me the idea that he was actually unsure of the situation and it made me give him a chance. I slowly unzipped my suit pants and hauled my half stiff cock out and started slowly jerking to a full erection. He walked in, locked the door and took my cock in his hand and slowly jerked me. I tried to move closer to him, but he kept a distance between us. I reached out to massage his bulge but he moved my hand away. He gripped my boner in his thick, hairy hand and I moaned softly. "Oh yeah," I moaned and allowed him to continue. I leaned back against the wall, put my arms behind my head and let him jack me. It felt good to have a big, masculine hand on my tool and just looking at him made me even hornier. I slipped my pants down and he cupped my balls with his other hand. I had recently shaved my groin so I was extra sensitive to his touch. I could feel he was getting excited as his breathing increased and he shook a little bit. I took the opportunity to reach out and feel his bulge with my hand. He was a little squeamish but allowed it. After a few minutes he pushed his package into my hand and I grabbed and massaged it firmly. I lowered his zipper and fished his cock out of his underpants. It was rock hard, a good seven inches and uncut. A big tuft of his bush peeked out and I twirled it with my fingers. He continued to jack me and my cock got even harder now that I had access to his. I palmed his cock and jacked him slowly. I could feel his horny cock and body jerking with pleasure. I looked into his face and his expression was a mixture of pleasure and fear. I reached out to massage his beer belly but he moved back to block access. I decided to take it slowly and just to continue the mutual handjob until he could get more comfortable. While I was enjoying his hand on my cock, I wanted a little more stimulation so I unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed my chest and nipples as my cock and nipples are wired to provide stimulation to each other. I was bucking and moaning with his firm grip pulling on my cock. I took his other hand and placed it on my chest to coax him to rub it and tweak my nipples. At first, he seemed very reluctant, but as he could see how much pleasure it was giving me, he continued. I tried to reciprocate and rub his chest through the winter coat, but he wouldn't have any of it. His breathing became rapid and he was moaning even though I felt like he was trying to suppress it. His whole body began to shake. I could feel he was getting close to shooting so I stroked him at a faster tempo with a firmer grip. Suddenly he shuddered and let out a strange animal-like noise and shot his load. The first blast flew across the room and landed on the mirror above the sink, a good yard away. The blasts continued, each reaching a shorter distance, but still damn impressive. He probably shot 6 ropes of cum and the last two directly on the floor by our feet. It was a massive amount of cum and I had never seen anyone shoot that volume. Even though he had cum and was coming off of the rush of an orgasm, he continued to jack my cock. I had figured him to be the type to zip up and leave as soon as he had gotten his rocks off. I looked into face and could see that the fear was gone leaving only the look of pleasure. I directed his hand to pinch my nipple while he stroked my cock. After a few minutes, I could feel my orgasm building and I started grunting and bucking on his hand. He gripped tighter and more forcefully until my body shook and I shot my load. For only getting a handjob out of the experience, I was pretty satisfied. For the next few weeks, we met every Thursday at the rest area and it was pretty much the same thing each time. He would never let me get too close to his body or remove any of his clothes. He would only unzip and pull his dick out. While this was pretty much fun, it was becoming a little monotonous as we had never really spoken to each other and I started wanting a little more body contact with him. One Thursday, I drove up to the rest area where he stood smoking a cigarette. I decided to try and talk to him and see if we could up the game a bit. It was a little weird to finally start speaking to someone with whom I have had numerous mutual jerk-off sessions in total silence. He was shy about talking to me but did it anyway. (Damn, he had a sexy, deep voice!) I suggested that we take it to the next level and get naked together. He froze and didn't say anything for at least forty seconds. I could see he was nervous and didn't know what to say. Finally, he just said "no, there is something you just don't understand." I tried to get him to talk to me, but he became aloof, said "sorry" and got in his SUV and drove away. To myself, I thought, "what the fuck was that?" Over the next four or five Thursdays he wasn't at the rest area so I figured that was the end of that. However, on the next Thursday, when I pulled into the rest area, he was leaning on the BMW smoking. I pulled up next to him, got out and lit my own cigarette. "How's it going man?" I asked. "Ok, how about you?" "Missed seeing you here for a while, is everything ok?" "Yeah, I also missed our JO sessions, but you seem to want more and there is something you don't understand." "So you say, but I don't know what the hell you are talking about." "The reason I don't want to go further is that there are parts of my body that are disgusting and I don't want you to see them. I am pretty sensitive about it as it is the reason my wife left me and I haven't really worked through that rejection yet." "Sorry to hear that, I don't know what it could be that is so terrible. I think it is a waste that, from what I can see, you are smoking hot and I think we could both benefit from more than a mutual JO session." He threw the last of the smoldering cigarette on the pavement and ground it out with his suede leather boot. He shifted around a little bit on both feet and finally said, "Ok, what the fuck," and started off towards the toilet. I was a little dumbfounded but decided that he wanted me to follow him into the toilet and I locked the door. I stood in front of him and he slowly zipped his jacket down, unbuckled his belt and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his sexy, hairy, beer belly. He continued to unbutton the shirt to the top and flung it open to reveal two perfect man boobs. They were nice, perky b-cups each topped with a beautiful nipple protruding slightly out. They were covered in hair and there was a nest of chest hair between them. "Wow! That's fucking hot!," I exclaimed, grabbing his man boobs, pressing my face in the nest of hair and squishing my face between them. "Fuck that's hot!" I licked, sucked and bit each of the nipples while cupping them. I was super excited and my cock sprang to attention. I forgot everything around me except for his hairy body and those perfect man boobs. I tore my clothes off and pressed by body against his. He grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the face and asked "what the fuck, don't you think they're disgusting?" "No they are hot as hell, now fuck me!" I tore his clothes off and admired his big, hairy body. I pressed myself into him and licked and sucked his man boobs. I hopped up onto the changing table, lying on my back with my legs in the air. "Fuck me now!" When he realized that his body was a big turn on for me, he became excited and his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. I grabbed it and pulled it to my twitching hole. He spat on it and rubbed it up and down my crack, teasing my hole which could hardly wait to be penetrated. I was so horny that I was shaking as he pressed his hard, thick cock into my eager hole. He entered slowly and the feel of his hard rod invading me caused me to shudder. He reached my ring and gave an extra push sliding through with little resistance. He pumped in and out and leaned over me so that I could lick, suck and grope those sexy man boobs. There was something so weird and sensuous about this androgenous being, so masculine and a little bit feminine at the same time. I reached up and caressed his shaved head and pulled him down into a hot tongue kiss as well as licking and chewing on his beard. I could feel his hairy man boobs pressing against my chest enhancing the pleasure of the fucking he was giving me. He was now a raging bull, fucking me deep and hard. He spanked my ass, grabbed my shoulders and pushed like he was going to split my groin in half. I was moaning and bucking and I pressed my face into his chest and squeezed my head between those androgenous hairy man boobs. He pinched my nipples roughly and squeezed my balls and cock and jacked me with a firm grip. I could feel his entire body shaking and he kept my head pressed into his chest. He let out a primal moan and shot load after load of his hot spunk deep inside me. He relaxed a bit and I lay back on the changing table looking at his contented smile. He continued to stroke my cock and soon I shot my load over his man boobs and belly and fell back onto the changing table to relax. He pulled me up into a bear hug where I could feel his hairy beer belly and man boobs pressed against my own body. I pressed my head into his chest and licked and ate my own cum I had deposited there. He held me tightly for a long time and he leaned in for a long, hot tongue kiss. I had never experienced such intimacy with another man before. Usually, it was just an anonymous suck, fuck and farewell. We went out for a cigarette and to shoot the breeze. He told me he had not had sex with another person since his divorce six years ago. I could only think what a waste that was and looked forward to playing with those man boobs again. (Comments via email are welcome: hmgf1963@gmail.com) Please consider donating to nifty.org to keep the stories cumming.