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Part 1 is here.
Old Men in the Park - part 2
"Who's your new friend?" I turned my head and saw that Hawaiian-Shirt-Guy
was standing next to me. His pants were all the way off now. His cock,
partially soft, hung in a graceful arc, out and down; it looked like a
good ten inches, but not as thick as the one I'd just sucked. I had to
tear my eyes away from its magnificence to appraise the rest of him.
"What's your name, buddy?" grandpa asked me.
"I'm Calvin," I replied, looking up at the taller man. He was wearing
nothing except the open shirt. His chest, slightly concave, had some
sparse grey hair, more noticeable around his brown nipples, and he had a
small pot-belly. He looked sturdy, though, and tall, over six feet for
sure, even with his slight stoop, the way some men get from decades of
desk work. He had a keen, intellectual look, like a writer or an
academic.
"Calvin here is a great cocksucker," grandpa said. And to me he said,
"I'm Barry, but everyone calls me 'Bear'." He held out a hand to help me
to my feet.
"And I'm Andy," said the owner of the long cock and the loud shirt. He
reached for my cock - it was still hard, pointing straight ahead at a
45-degree angle. "Looks like you're ready for more action!" he grinned,
giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I came once already..." I said, wondering at my evident resilience. I
don't think Judy and I had gone twice in a row in over thirty years.
"You wanna fuck some ass?" Andy said. "Hey, Billy, come over here!" he
yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to me. "You don't mind sloppy
seconds, do you?"
Acting like a master of ceremonies, Andy seemed to want to orchestrate
the next act of this obscene opera. Billy was the short, wiry fellow that
I had watched getting fucked from behind. He sauntered over to us buck
naked.
"Hi, guys, what's your pleasure?" he asked grinning.
"This is Calvin. Show him your ass," Andy told him. Billy smiled coyly at
me and turned around. He bent forward with his hands on his knees,
jutting his ass towards me. It was nice and round, pale, with a deep
cleft separating two perfectly symmetrical half-globes. Not quite
feminine in appearance, but it held a similar attraction. I liked it.
Andy said, "Spread 'em, cunt-boy. Show him your pussy."
Still leaning forward, Billy reached behind himself with both hands and
pulled his cheeks apart. The cleft widened, exposing a smooth, pale
valley with a pink oval in the middle, slightly puckered, like lips,
around a tiny vertical smile. As I stared, it winked at me! The lips
pouched outward, stretching his pucker open a little, just enough to see
a moist, red circle inside with a dark hole at its center. He repeatedly
flexed, winking his pussy at me until, with an obscene farting sound, a
glob of yellow-white cum dribbled out. Now that's a fuck-hole, I thought,
and I wanted to fill it. I wondered where that guy was, the one who had
planted that cum.
"Billy's a real faggot," Andy explained. "Can't get enough. I'd fuck him
myself, but my cock almost killed him once." He laughed.
Billy giggled and, looking back over his shoulder, said, "Give it to me
Calvin!"
I wasn't going to argue. I grabbed his hips, bent my knees to line up
with the target and pushed my cock into his opening. It was snug, but
barely resistant. I slid right in to the hilt, thrilling to a hot silky
friction. It felt amazing! It was as slippery as any pussy I'd ever
fucked, but tighter, more gripping. I just started fucking. Selecting the
pace that felt best, I pumped my dick in and out of Billy's faggot pussy
with carefree abandon. I'd never felt so wild and free. My dick was a
ramrod bent on destroying all before it. I increased the speed of my
thrusting, slamming into that hot ass hard, making that rhythmic slapping
noise, exultant in my dominance. The alpha male, claiming what's his.
Andy was grinning ear to ear. He was pulling on that enormous cock of
his, now stiff and even longer, pointing straight at Billy and me as we
rutted. Bear was watching too. I'd never performed for an audience
before, but it made the whole scene more electric. I watched Andy
masturbate with prurient glee knowing I was giving him pleasure too with
this lewd display.
Just as I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep up this pace and
if I was capable of a second orgasm so soon, Bear reached out and slapped
my ass, encouraging me. I slowed down the pace and started grinding hard
into Billy as if I wanted to drill into the center of his being. He was
moaning like a two-bit whore now. Long and deep I plowed him, feeling
every scintillating inch of his bowels gripping and titillating my fervid
pole.
Suddenly, the moaning stopped. Andy had plugged the hole! "Yeah?" he
teased, "You ready to be spit-roasted, boy?" Apparently, the tool that
was too big for Billy's rectum was a fine fit for his throat; Andy's cock
had all but disappeared down the faggot's pie hole!
"Mmm... mmfff... ggkkh... mmmm..." was now the the only sound from
Billy's mouth that rose above the wet slapping of Andy's groin against
his face. A sound of delight and excitement.
Andy and I locked eyes over Billy's bent back and grinned at each other.
It was almost like we were fucking each other; Billy was just a conduit
linking our cocks together in some kind of bizarre male bonding ritual. I
was getting closer to blowing my load.
And then I felt Bear's hand on my ass again, lingering this time. Both
hands. He was behind me, kneading my naked buns as I ground my pelvis
into Billy's supple manhole. It felt so good! I pulled Billy's pussy in
to me and kept grinding. I felt Bear pull my cheeks apart, exposing my
asshole. A finger grazed it. My pucker tingled. I felt Bear's beard
between my thighs. The tingle expanded exponentially when I felt his
tongue swipe up my crack and press into my tight little anus.
That finally did it! My balls contracted, by dick exploded, and wave
after wave of convulsion swept up my shaft, draining my balls, and still
continued, out of control, pumping and pulsing, long after I was sure
that every last sperm cell had been delivered deep inside Billy's bowels.
I almost collapsed. My knees buckled, but Billy, stronger than he looked,
was able to take my weight on his back, and Andy reached forward to
steady me.
It's a good thing he did, because then Bear's tongue was replaced! I felt
it, blunt and wide, firm, insistent. I knew it was his cock. I had sucked
it before. I welcomed it again. Not just I, but my asshole too, with a
mind of its own, surrendered to the assault. It opened like a woman's
vagina, spreading apart to receive Bear's tremendous girth. The sensation
was astonishing! The stretching, the friction of his shaft driving
through my anal ring, the pressure on my prostate, the warmth of his body
as he covered my ass, all together restored my strength, renewed my
desire, and made me eager to breed.
I had seen Billy get fucked like this. Then I had fucked Billy like this.
Now it was my turn to be fucked. To be bred from behind. Like a bitch. I
was glad it was Bear. He was the first man I'd ever touched in a sexual
way. It felt right to give him my anal cherry too.
He fucked me thoroughly, proficiently, expertly, taking his pleasure but
giving it too. I took it like a man; my initial discomfort, the few quick
stabs of pain, had dissipated fast, leaving me in a state of ecstatic
passivity. In and out, varying the speed and the depth of his virile
thrusts, Bear kept me in suspense. He took total control, putting me in
my place as his plaything, a toy, a mere object for his release. I was
his cum receptacle. That knowledge, along with the physical sensation of
being filled by his manhood, brought me to arousal once more.
Meanwhile, Andy had disengaged from Billy, who now turned around and took
my slimy dick, which had been up his ass, into his mouth. I knew it was
covered in cum - two loads from two different men. He made quite a show
of savoring the taste of ass-tainted cum, evidently appetizing to him.
Andy went around behind Bear. He was out of my field of vision, but I
heard him say, "You want my cock?"
"Yeah, fuck me!" Bear said. "I want it." His thrusting stopped. I heard
him grunt. And then he lurched forward and began the fucking motion
again, slower but steadier than before. He was breathing hard now. I
tried to imagine Andy's huge cock fitting inside him. Evidently what had
nearly killed Billy was manageable by Bear. In fact, as he picked up
speed and momentum, it appeared he enjoyed it!
Bear was now sandwiched between Andy and me. He was both fucking and
being fucked at the same time. 'Wow!' I thought, 'I have to try that!' It
was exciting beyond words to experience them serially, as I was doing.
And I was having the time of my life! I had just fucked a man in the ass
for the first time and had cum inside him. And now I was being given the
same treatment. I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked and I
wanted to feel Bear cum inside me again, this time at my other end.
Now Billy, who had been cleaning my dick, suddenly stopped. Another man
had arrived, a black man, bald with a grizzled beard. "Hey, Jim," Billy
called out to him.
"Hi, fellas," Jim replied, watching our three-way fuck. "Having a good
time, I see!" He laughed a deep-throated chuckle.
Billy went to him and grabbed his crotch. "What did you bring me, daddy?"
he said in an exaggerated, simpering lisp.
"Don't worry, Billy-boy, I've got just what you need!" Jim growled.
They moved out of my field of vision. I didn't care; Bear was getting
close to blowing his load. I could tell by his ragged breathing and the
way he was jerking around, starting to lose it... And then I felt it, not
the cum, but the convulsions. They were seismic in proportion and were
accompanied by a groan that was practically a howl. I clenched my
sphincter hard on his pulsing cock and felt the shockwaves roil up my
chute. An amazing feeling once again to bring my man off, to make him
cum. I sighed deeply, contented, as the waves subside and I felt the
retreat of his spent weapon.
But Bear was still moaning and grunting in rhythm, in time with the
steady pistoning of Andy's massive rod. I let the Bear-cock slip from my
gaping pussy and I turned around to watch. What a sight! Andy was
long-dicking Bear's poop-chute with the skill of an artist. I watched his
cock appear out of Bear's butt: out and out it came, into the dappled
sunlight, a length of shaft that just kept growing... And still more,
until just the edge of its tawny crown appeared at the tight opening. And
then, bam!, Andy slammed the full eleven inches in to the hilt. This
drama was on repeat, with no letup.
Bear's cock, shining with ass-juice (mine) and cum (his) was waving
lewdly, beckoning me, rocked by the vigorous pounding from behind.
Without giving a whole lot of thought to the matter, I grasped it and
swiped it with my tongue. I had already tasted his cum straight from the
source, so the difference now had to be ass, my ass to be specific. It
was tangier, more pungent than before and, along with the smell of it,
more intoxicating! I took his thick, soft dick into my mouth and sucked.
Was I developing an oral fixation? I wondered. Because the act of
sucking, especially this big, fat mouthful, was just so satisfying! But
there was more going on. I felt the quake of each pounding thrust from
Andy. I saw his balls swinging into view and bumping against Bear's balls
beneath him. Andy was clean-shaven down there, like Billy, making his
balls look smooth and elegant compared to Bear's wild and wooly bag. I
reached down, between Bear's legs to feel them. Loose and and wobbly at
first, they were alive and reactive; they jumped, retracting as Andy's
sack tightened up, drawing his balls up. My touch had set him off!
"Aaarrrrgh!" Andy roared as he unloaded, pulling Bear into him, away from
me, so that his cock popped out of my mouth!
"Yeah, buddy! Give me that cum!" Bear cried out. He looked ecstatic,
pushing his butt back against Andy as if he needed that cum injected as
deep as possible.
I chased Bear's cock, wanting to renew the comfort of suckling on it, but
Andy had pulled out of his ass and Bear had other ideas. He spun around
and thrust his big hairy ass in my face. "Eat my ass, Calvin! Clean my
dirty pussy!"
His words goaded me; I lunged forward and put my lips to his puckered
hole, amidst the matted dark hairs, dank with Andy's cum. It gaped
slightly at my touch as I kissed him there and in a moment I was
French-kissing his ass, putting my tongue in as deep as I could, licking
and sucking out every glob of cum I could get. I loved it! There was
something liberating in lowering myself to so subservient a task.
And then I felt Andy behind me, lifting my ass and positioning it so he
could lick my hole too! Now I was feeling the same thing I was doing to
Bear. The sensation on my sensitive anal ring was amazing!
When Andy and I had swallowed pretty much all the cum we were likely to
extract from our respective receptacles, we wiped our mouths on our
sleeves and grinned at each other. Bear went off to join Jim and Billy
while Andy and I talked as we dressed.
I learned that he's one of about a half-dozen regulars that show up
around noon most days and that there were other guys there in the
evening. He laughed when I told him that I was married and hadn't done
anything like this before. "I'm not gay either," he said, dispelling my
assumptions. Turns out that Billy is one of the only out gay guys; there
are a few who consider themselves bi, but most of them, like him and
Bear, are married like me.
I thought about all this on the walk home. Who knew man-on-man sex could
be so amazing? I would never have believed it if I hadn't experienced it
myself.
Judy was already home when I arrived. "Hi, dear. You're later than
usual." She said by way of greeting.
"Yeah, I made some new friends at the park," I replied.
"That's nice, dear," she said. "Did you get lunch?"
"Yes, I picked up a little snack," I said, smiling to myself; the taste
of cum still lingered. "Quite satisfying."
I was looking forward to my next morning's walk.
Old Men in the Park - part 2
"Who's your new friend?" I turned my head and saw that Hawaiian-Shirt-Guy
was standing next to me. His pants were all the way off now. His cock,
partially soft, hung in a graceful arc, out and down; it looked like a
good ten inches, but not as thick as the one I'd just sucked. I had to
tear my eyes away from its magnificence to appraise the rest of him.
"What's your name, buddy?" grandpa asked me.
"I'm Calvin," I replied, looking up at the taller man. He was wearing
nothing except the open shirt. His chest, slightly concave, had some
sparse grey hair, more noticeable around his brown nipples, and he had a
small pot-belly. He looked sturdy, though, and tall, over six feet for
sure, even with his slight stoop, the way some men get from decades of
desk work. He had a keen, intellectual look, like a writer or an
academic.
"Calvin here is a great cocksucker," grandpa said. And to me he said,
"I'm Barry, but everyone calls me 'Bear'." He held out a hand to help me
to my feet.
"And I'm Andy," said the owner of the long cock and the loud shirt. He
reached for my cock - it was still hard, pointing straight ahead at a
45-degree angle. "Looks like you're ready for more action!" he grinned,
giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I came once already..." I said, wondering at my evident resilience. I
don't think Judy and I had gone twice in a row in over thirty years.
"You wanna fuck some ass?" Andy said. "Hey, Billy, come over here!" he
yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to me. "You don't mind sloppy
seconds, do you?"
Acting like a master of ceremonies, Andy seemed to want to orchestrate
the next act of this obscene opera. Billy was the short, wiry fellow that
I had watched getting fucked from behind. He sauntered over to us buck
naked.
"Hi, guys, what's your pleasure?" he asked grinning.
"This is Calvin. Show him your ass," Andy told him. Billy smiled coyly at
me and turned around. He bent forward with his hands on his knees,
jutting his ass towards me. It was nice and round, pale, with a deep
cleft separating two perfectly symmetrical half-globes. Not quite
feminine in appearance, but it held a similar attraction. I liked it.
Andy said, "Spread 'em, cunt-boy. Show him your pussy."
Still leaning forward, Billy reached behind himself with both hands and
pulled his cheeks apart. The cleft widened, exposing a smooth, pale
valley with a pink oval in the middle, slightly puckered, like lips,
around a tiny vertical smile. As I stared, it winked at me! The lips
pouched outward, stretching his pucker open a little, just enough to see
a moist, red circle inside with a dark hole at its center. He repeatedly
flexed, winking his pussy at me until, with an obscene farting sound, a
glob of yellow-white cum dribbled out. Now that's a fuck-hole, I thought,
and I wanted to fill it. I wondered where that guy was, the one who had
planted that cum.
"Billy's a real faggot," Andy explained. "Can't get enough. I'd fuck him
myself, but my cock almost killed him once." He laughed.
Billy giggled and, looking back over his shoulder, said, "Give it to me
Calvin!"
I wasn't going to argue. I grabbed his hips, bent my knees to line up
with the target and pushed my cock into his opening. It was snug, but
barely resistant. I slid right in to the hilt, thrilling to a hot silky
friction. It felt amazing! It was as slippery as any pussy I'd ever
fucked, but tighter, more gripping. I just started fucking. Selecting the
pace that felt best, I pumped my dick in and out of Billy's faggot pussy
with carefree abandon. I'd never felt so wild and free. My dick was a
ramrod bent on destroying all before it. I increased the speed of my
thrusting, slamming into that hot ass hard, making that rhythmic slapping
noise, exultant in my dominance. The alpha male, claiming what's his.
Andy was grinning ear to ear. He was pulling on that enormous cock of
his, now stiff and even longer, pointing straight at Billy and me as we
rutted. Bear was watching too. I'd never performed for an audience
before, but it made the whole scene more electric. I watched Andy
masturbate with prurient glee knowing I was giving him pleasure too with
this lewd display.
Just as I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep up this pace and
if I was capable of a second orgasm so soon, Bear reached out and slapped
my ass, encouraging me. I slowed down the pace and started grinding hard
into Billy as if I wanted to drill into the center of his being. He was
moaning like a two-bit whore now. Long and deep I plowed him, feeling
every scintillating inch of his bowels gripping and titillating my fervid
pole.
Suddenly, the moaning stopped. Andy had plugged the hole! "Yeah?" he
teased, "You ready to be spit-roasted, boy?" Apparently, the tool that
was too big for Billy's rectum was a fine fit for his throat; Andy's cock
had all but disappeared down the faggot's pie hole!
"Mmm... mmfff... ggkkh... mmmm..." was now the the only sound from
Billy's mouth that rose above the wet slapping of Andy's groin against
his face. A sound of delight and excitement.
Andy and I locked eyes over Billy's bent back and grinned at each other.
It was almost like we were fucking each other; Billy was just a conduit
linking our cocks together in some kind of bizarre male bonding ritual. I
was getting closer to blowing my load.
And then I felt Bear's hand on my ass again, lingering this time. Both
hands. He was behind me, kneading my naked buns as I ground my pelvis
into Billy's supple manhole. It felt so good! I pulled Billy's pussy in
to me and kept grinding. I felt Bear pull my cheeks apart, exposing my
asshole. A finger grazed it. My pucker tingled. I felt Bear's beard
between my thighs. The tingle expanded exponentially when I felt his
tongue swipe up my crack and press into my tight little anus.
That finally did it! My balls contracted, by dick exploded, and wave
after wave of convulsion swept up my shaft, draining my balls, and still
continued, out of control, pumping and pulsing, long after I was sure
that every last sperm cell had been delivered deep inside Billy's bowels.
I almost collapsed. My knees buckled, but Billy, stronger than he looked,
was able to take my weight on his back, and Andy reached forward to
steady me.
It's a good thing he did, because then Bear's tongue was replaced! I felt
it, blunt and wide, firm, insistent. I knew it was his cock. I had sucked
it before. I welcomed it again. Not just I, but my asshole too, with a
mind of its own, surrendered to the assault. It opened like a woman's
vagina, spreading apart to receive Bear's tremendous girth. The sensation
was astonishing! The stretching, the friction of his shaft driving
through my anal ring, the pressure on my prostate, the warmth of his body
as he covered my ass, all together restored my strength, renewed my
desire, and made me eager to breed.
I had seen Billy get fucked like this. Then I had fucked Billy like this.
Now it was my turn to be fucked. To be bred from behind. Like a bitch. I
was glad it was Bear. He was the first man I'd ever touched in a sexual
way. It felt right to give him my anal cherry too.
He fucked me thoroughly, proficiently, expertly, taking his pleasure but
giving it too. I took it like a man; my initial discomfort, the few quick
stabs of pain, had dissipated fast, leaving me in a state of ecstatic
passivity. In and out, varying the speed and the depth of his virile
thrusts, Bear kept me in suspense. He took total control, putting me in
my place as his plaything, a toy, a mere object for his release. I was
his cum receptacle. That knowledge, along with the physical sensation of
being filled by his manhood, brought me to arousal once more.
Meanwhile, Andy had disengaged from Billy, who now turned around and took
my slimy dick, which had been up his ass, into his mouth. I knew it was
covered in cum - two loads from two different men. He made quite a show
of savoring the taste of ass-tainted cum, evidently appetizing to him.
Andy went around behind Bear. He was out of my field of vision, but I
heard him say, "You want my cock?"
"Yeah, fuck me!" Bear said. "I want it." His thrusting stopped. I heard
him grunt. And then he lurched forward and began the fucking motion
again, slower but steadier than before. He was breathing hard now. I
tried to imagine Andy's huge cock fitting inside him. Evidently what had
nearly killed Billy was manageable by Bear. In fact, as he picked up
speed and momentum, it appeared he enjoyed it!
Bear was now sandwiched between Andy and me. He was both fucking and
being fucked at the same time. 'Wow!' I thought, 'I have to try that!' It
was exciting beyond words to experience them serially, as I was doing.
And I was having the time of my life! I had just fucked a man in the ass
for the first time and had cum inside him. And now I was being given the
same treatment. I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked and I
wanted to feel Bear cum inside me again, this time at my other end.
Now Billy, who had been cleaning my dick, suddenly stopped. Another man
had arrived, a black man, bald with a grizzled beard. "Hey, Jim," Billy
called out to him.
"Hi, fellas," Jim replied, watching our three-way fuck. "Having a good
time, I see!" He laughed a deep-throated chuckle.
Billy went to him and grabbed his crotch. "What did you bring me, daddy?"
he said in an exaggerated, simpering lisp.
"Don't worry, Billy-boy, I've got just what you need!" Jim growled.
They moved out of my field of vision. I didn't care; Bear was getting
close to blowing his load. I could tell by his ragged breathing and the
way he was jerking around, starting to lose it... And then I felt it, not
the cum, but the convulsions. They were seismic in proportion and were
accompanied by a groan that was practically a howl. I clenched my
sphincter hard on his pulsing cock and felt the shockwaves roil up my
chute. An amazing feeling once again to bring my man off, to make him
cum. I sighed deeply, contented, as the waves subside and I felt the
retreat of his spent weapon.
But Bear was still moaning and grunting in rhythm, in time with the
steady pistoning of Andy's massive rod. I let the Bear-cock slip from my
gaping pussy and I turned around to watch. What a sight! Andy was
long-dicking Bear's poop-chute with the skill of an artist. I watched his
cock appear out of Bear's butt: out and out it came, into the dappled
sunlight, a length of shaft that just kept growing... And still more,
until just the edge of its tawny crown appeared at the tight opening. And
then, bam!, Andy slammed the full eleven inches in to the hilt. This
drama was on repeat, with no letup.
Bear's cock, shining with ass-juice (mine) and cum (his) was waving
lewdly, beckoning me, rocked by the vigorous pounding from behind.
Without giving a whole lot of thought to the matter, I grasped it and
swiped it with my tongue. I had already tasted his cum straight from the
source, so the difference now had to be ass, my ass to be specific. It
was tangier, more pungent than before and, along with the smell of it,
more intoxicating! I took his thick, soft dick into my mouth and sucked.
Was I developing an oral fixation? I wondered. Because the act of
sucking, especially this big, fat mouthful, was just so satisfying! But
there was more going on. I felt the quake of each pounding thrust from
Andy. I saw his balls swinging into view and bumping against Bear's balls
beneath him. Andy was clean-shaven down there, like Billy, making his
balls look smooth and elegant compared to Bear's wild and wooly bag. I
reached down, between Bear's legs to feel them. Loose and and wobbly at
first, they were alive and reactive; they jumped, retracting as Andy's
sack tightened up, drawing his balls up. My touch had set him off!
"Aaarrrrgh!" Andy roared as he unloaded, pulling Bear into him, away from
me, so that his cock popped out of my mouth!
"Yeah, buddy! Give me that cum!" Bear cried out. He looked ecstatic,
pushing his butt back against Andy as if he needed that cum injected as
deep as possible.
I chased Bear's cock, wanting to renew the comfort of suckling on it, but
Andy had pulled out of his ass and Bear had other ideas. He spun around
and thrust his big hairy ass in my face. "Eat my ass, Calvin! Clean my
dirty pussy!"
His words goaded me; I lunged forward and put my lips to his puckered
hole, amidst the matted dark hairs, dank with Andy's cum. It gaped
slightly at my touch as I kissed him there and in a moment I was
French-kissing his ass, putting my tongue in as deep as I could, licking
and sucking out every glob of cum I could get. I loved it! There was
something liberating in lowering myself to so subservient a task.
And then I felt Andy behind me, lifting my ass and positioning it so he
could lick my hole too! Now I was feeling the same thing I was doing to
Bear. The sensation on my sensitive anal ring was amazing!
When Andy and I had swallowed pretty much all the cum we were likely to
extract from our respective receptacles, we wiped our mouths on our
sleeves and grinned at each other. Bear went off to join Jim and Billy
while Andy and I talked as we dressed.
I learned that he's one of about a half-dozen regulars that show up
around noon most days and that there were other guys there in the
evening. He laughed when I told him that I was married and hadn't done
anything like this before. "I'm not gay either," he said, dispelling my
assumptions. Turns out that Billy is one of the only out gay guys; there
are a few who consider themselves bi, but most of them, like him and
Bear, are married like me.
I thought about all this on the walk home. Who knew man-on-man sex could
be so amazing? I would never have believed it if I hadn't experienced it
myself.
Judy was already home when I arrived. "Hi, dear. You're later than
usual." She said by way of greeting.
"Yeah, I made some new friends at the park," I replied.
"That's nice, dear," she said. "Did you get lunch?"
"Yes, I picked up a little snack," I said, smiling to myself; the taste
of cum still lingered. "Quite satisfying."
I was looking forward to my next morning's walk.
