Date: Fri, 13 May 2011 15:01:40 -0700 (PDT) From: married guy Subject: Me and Rick I This is pretty close to true. More installments may follow. Comments, suggestions or responses to biepguy@yahoo.com He chose a motel right on the freeway, a better one than where we usually met up, but still cheap. Neither of us likes to be the one to get the room. It's not about the money. Both of us can afford the 20 bucks we each pay when we get together. But neither of us likes to leave behind the evidence that we've been there. We only pay cash, but even then a driver's license is required. We are what I guess you would call fuck buddies. Both of us are married and both of us are in our late 50s. At least so we say. Rick, or Ricardo, is a Latin guy. In pretty good shape; thinning hair. He was working for the government when we first met but he retired a year ago. I would have thought that this would open the door for more frequent action, but it's had the reverse impact. He's under scrutiny. By his wife. We're both married. Both have grown up kids. He even has grandchildren. Both of us want to keep this totally on the down low. But I have to admit that if I was younger, I might just want to make it something more. That's really the first time I've ever felt that way about a guy, and I've been with a lot. Rick is maybe about 5 9, average build, a little bit of a gut, but not much. Pretty much hairless. I haven't measured him but he's got a nice uncut cock, maybe 7 inches. Definitely bigger than my 6 inch cut dick. Both are average thick. He's really a hot guy. Looks his age, but then so do I. If I could make him perfect, I'd make his balls a bit bigger and give him just a small swath of dark chest hair. He smells good too, especially when I bury my face in his pits or crotch. I've got a pretty hairy chest myself. Light brown to red hair, which I'm losing. Both of us clean shaven. Although both of us are putting on years, we're still both ready for action. I get hard just thinking about the guy, and it's pretty easy to get Rick's tool hard too. And when it gets hard he starts to leak some serious precum, which I like to rub around his cock and under his foreskin with my finger and then taste it on the end of my tongue. I'm probably in better shape than Rick. I'm a professional man, with a convenient flexible schedule. I'm a white guy. Maybe 5 11, 165. I do some running and working out. I met Rick on the internet of course. Probably on Craigs List, but I don't exactly remember. He seemed kind of reluctant. Turns out he hasn't had that much experience and is very much a guy's guy (except in one very crucial respect). He put me off at first. But I pointed out to him that people in our situation don't come across people we're so perfectly matched with that often. I wrote him that we needed at least to give it a shot. Both the same age. Both educated. Both seem to be sensible. Both married. And he declared himself to be a complete bottom. Now I've taken some dicks up my ass, but at least right now I really prefer to be on top. And I definitely like to direct the action. He was still working then and he suggested that we meet at lunch time and go to a large park up in the hills. This made me nervous. I'm not into getting it on in public places. But it seemed ok for the first time. After all, we probably wouldn't do too much. I drove across town and found my way to the residential strip in a working class part of the city. Turned out there was a shooting there a few weeks later--late at night. Right now it was perfectly ok, but my stomach had definite butterflies. Who knew who this guy was. I parked my truck and within a couple minutes he drove up in his dark SUV. Sun glasses. He looked pretty good. I got in. We were both nervous but from the very beginning we hit it off. I was definitely the more experienced one in the hook up game, although I usually played around when I was traveling. In fact he was so much the newcomer to the game that he used an email that gave his real name. That first day he gave me his business card. I wasn't calling myself Jim, but Jamie--my man sex name. When I consider his job--with a federal agency, the business card kind of shocked me. He knows I'm Jim now, and he knows where I work and where I live. But then, I kept that mostly under wraps. And I certainly downplayed my sexual history. I still don't know if he was lying, but he claimed to have only been with a few guys. Yet for someone with not too much experience he definitely seemed to know his way around fucking. He drove us up into the park. This part made me nervous, but he made me comfortable. We traded the small talk, but we also got into our lives. I guess I'm really a gay guy in a marriage. I like sex with women. It feels really good. But I have never felt the level of excitement with a woman that I've felt with a man. These days I find it harder and harder to get harder and harder--with the woman. But I'm still hard as a rock just thinking about fucking a guy. Or I should say, having sex. Or maybe even making love. These days, I'm all into the foreplay stuff. Making out, tongues and fingers and hands and rubbing my body into another guy. That's another area where Rick and I matched up perfectly. He likes to feel my tongue in his mouth, and tongue-fuck me almost as much as he likes to taste my cock and feel it slide up his sweet ass. But I'm getting ahead of myself. He was one of those totally masculine guys. I don't know if you could call them gay, but he loved the idea of being on the bottom. I asked him once if he ever thought about fucking me. He told me he had no interest whatsoever. Me, if didn't involve all those preparations, I'd like to try having him fuck me. A few years back I decided to try out bottoming, and I went about it systematically. I got a few guys to do me, and it was really intense--but then I kind of lost interest. Guys just seem to want me to fuck them. Anyway, that first day he parked the SUV, put up the windshield screen. I can't really remember the dialogue. Maybe there wasn't any. He reached across and pulled my face toward him and soon we were locked in about the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced. It went on and on. We were kissing and groping. I let my mouth wander onto his face but when I got to the neck, "No marks." "I understand." I felt his hand on my crotch and I had my hands under his shirt, tweaking his nipples. Soon I was on his crotch too. "Let me suck it." He seemed almost to be gasping out the words. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so I unbuttoned my belt and pulled down the zipper. He was on me instantly lathering my briefs, smelling me, chewing on the cotton. In seconds he had pulled the cloth away and grabbed on my throbbing dick. And before I knew what was happening I was in his mouth. He really seemed like someone who hadn't eaten for a long time. He was that hungry. Burying his lips in my thick reddish bush, he squeezed the head in the back of his throat. I hadn't felt anything like this for a while. Actually maybe ever. I was getting close and I pushed him off. "Give me a turn." He didn't really seem to care but pulled off, and leaned back and unzipped. Now I got to see that nice cock for the first time. It was uncut, thin, but at least 7 inches. Definitely had me beat. I licked my tongue around the head, and under the foreskin. The odor was intoxicating. The drip of precum tasted sweet on my tongue. I licked him up and down. I really like to get my balls gently licked. Drives me crazy, so I decided to give him some of that. But that didn't work for him. "No. Too sensitive." I was back on his dick. Now I had the whole thing in his mouth. He was really liking it. Gasping in little breaths. I let my fingers walk down under his balls and my index finger pushed on his hole. He lifted his ass up. "Oh yes." He reached a hand in his bag and pulled out lube. Did he want me to fuck him right there. I wasn't ready for that. I took some on my fingers and worked it into his asshole. "Oh God. Give it to me." I fingered him, licking and sucking that cock. But the lunch hour was only so long and he wanted to more of my cock. I'm sure if I'd said, "I'm going to fuck you," he would have given me his ass right there, but that wasn't how I wanted to do it. I like this guy and I saw some definite long term potential. He had his fist around my cock and was jerking me with my cock head pushing up against his tongue. He swallowed all six inches. "Oh God." I was bucking my hips. I grabbed his face and pulled him off and locked him in a deep kiss. He was back on my cock, sucking like crazy. I was getting close. "I'm getting close.... Jesus." Instead of pulling off, he grabbed my ass and swallowed me deeper. Then I started shooting. These days I don't produce cum like I used to, but his mouth took a decade off my age. He locked down on my cock, squeezing and sucking with his mouth and throat. I was crying out and gasping. Arching my back. "Oh baby, baby....." He kept on sucking and licking, but I had to push him off. I was so sensitive. I collapsed in the seat, breathing heavily. Spent. I admire the guys who can just keep on going after they cum. But even if I promise myself, I just can't do. Just yesterday, I watched some porn on xtube and stroked. Some cum started to leak out and I lubed myself with it and tasted my fingers. I said to myself, "I'm gonna lick up every bit of my cum." But then when I came I couldn't do it. I've never really tasted a full load of my own. Rick smiled at me. "You OK?" "Very OK." He was zipping up and buttoning his pants. I began to come to my senses. "Wait a minute. You didn't cum." I didn't really want to do anything about it just then but it didn't seem right. "Don't worry. I'll just fuck my secretary." He wasn't kidding. "Is that a joke?" "No, I do her all the time." We talked a bit about fucking women. I began to realize he's one of these split guy. A total bottom who wants to be fucked by guys. But when it's time to fuck, he wants a woman. Last year I met this 30s guy on Craiglist in Austin, Texas who liked to get fucked by older guys. It was weird from my point of view. I can still see him lying back on the bed, smooth muscled body, nice six or six and a half inch cock, rock hard on his stomach. And him begging. "Fuck me man. Do me." And when we were done, even though he knew I was from out of town he started to tell me about where and when maybe we could do it again. Coming out of the shower, with his still half hard cock swinging, he said, "So are you gay?" He knew I was married. I said, "probably." "What about you? Do you ever fuck guys?" "If I'm going to fuck I want some pussy." I buttoned up. He started the car and pulled off the windshield cover. There were a few other cars here and there out of sight. This apparently was some kind of cruising zone. But no sign of police. He pulled out and began to drive down the curving road back into town. Then, suddenly, he stopped the car right in the middle of the road. He checked the mirror. Then he just reached over and grabbed my head with his hand and pulled me into him. We kissed deep and hard. His tongue found his way into my mouth. My heart was really racing. I could taste my own cum on his tongue and lips. It was the single most electric sexual moment of my life. I should have said, "Turn this car around." And gone for a repeat, but I was too stunned with lust to utter a word. We just kissed. Then we broke away. A car appeared in the distance. He started up again. Parking the car in the motel lot, wondering as I always do if anyone might see my car there, I was replaying that kiss. I had been playing and replaying it on the drive over there. I was hard as rock, but my stomach was clenched. My phone buzzed. Text. The message, "314." I got out of the car, walked up the stairs and along the outside balcony walkway to room 314. The door was ajar. I walked in.