My awakening
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I didn’t have sex with my wife, Sandra last night …or the night before …or the week before that … or last month either for that matter. When my wife is in the mood I have no problem what so ever using her body to my advantage. The catchword in that is ‘When’ my wife is in the mood. I have tried and tried . . . after a while you just get tired of trying. I have decided that women are not actually attracted to men. There is a vague idea of what a man is physically, and some are better than others aesthetically speaking, but the purely physical appearance of a man is almost inconsequential unless he is horribly ugly or outrageously attractive. Women are attracted to status, money, how much a man smiles and laughs, how many friends and resources a man has, how full a man's life is. They are interested in how other people view him. How many people want to be around him, how other people interact with him and whether their interactions convey that he is special and amazing. They want him to be extremely outgoing and aggressive; they want him to demonstrate his status over other people by dominating them in various non-violent ways.
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A woman's attraction to a man is a function of her jealousy at the thought that another woman might get him. She doesn't care who he actually is or what he looks like physically, she only cares about the value of the life he has constructed around himself. A woman basically is a greedy materialistic prostitute. Although that sounds vulgar, it's true. She trades her physical self to buy into the success a man has created for himself. It seems like success with women is equal to spending half of your life working to create a giant illusion, something vastly tiring and annoying, while sacrificing your own true self and your own interests. We construct our lives around nest building. We're like male birds building nests and showing them off to attract mates. It's pathetic. Everything we do is to get women. It seems to me that women almost cannot think for themselves. Their estimates of worth are based on other peoples' estimates of worth. They don't really find an object beautiful on their own. The object only becomes beautiful when other people let her know that it is beautiful.
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We men fall in love with how a woman is physically. I fall in love with simple parts of a woman. Like the way her hair falls around her face, the line of her neck, her shoulders, or the way her ears might peek from her hair. Her eyelashes. The size and shape of her hands, her fingernails. The way she walks, the way she looks when she is tired or annoyed, the sound she makes when she sneezes, coughs, or cries. The way she sits in a chair. The way she breathes while experiencing different emotions. The way her lips move. A million little things. Sure, a huge part of my attraction is mental, but the powerful seed of love that builds within me and crystallizes is based greatly on visual things that set off torrents of emotion and need.
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After 2 kids and 12-years our sex life has slowed considerably. Unfortunately, my sex drive hasn’t slowed down a bit, which has put me in a bind for quite some time. I’m not interested in going out and finding a single woman for sex, too many options for things to go south and come back to haunt me. Wives should understand that they do not have the only puss in the world. I did not see anyone for over 12-years. I tried until I turned blue and then gave up. At this point, I had a short affair with a nice lady that I would see when I was out of town. It was good while it lasted but her marriage broke up and suddenly she was prompting me to leave my family for her, again, not a good situation.
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Now I see a fellow married guy way once in a while. My wife knows him very well. I am very satisfied now. The married guy is more of a friend to laugh and have lunch with, and occasionally more. At least we can understand each other. My involvement with him came about almost by accident. I’ve never found men attractive. I don‘t watch guys walk by at Wal-Mart and think about their bodies. I’m not sure what prompted it, but eventually started thinking about the fact that there are guys out there who have sex with other guys just for the sex. I guess the best word would be Bi-sex but whatever, I’d heard about married guys who use other men simply to orgasm. No ‘relationships,’ no dating, no kissing, no nothing, just sex. The longer my sexual dry spell went on the more and more I thought about this. I would look at the Craigslist ‘casual sex’ section and study the MFM ads. Some sounded good but there were always too many problems to justify the risk.
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Then a few months ago I was helping a buddy of mine, Greg update some software on his PC and while talking about sports equipment I commented that you could always find stuff for sale on cheap on Craigslist. I pulled up the CL site to show him and noticed right off that the purple ‘highlights’ indicated that he’d been to CL before and he’d been looking in the ‘MFM’ and ‘casual’ sections as well. He never realized that I’d noticed, so we continued to talk about buying his son some football pads. I thought about it for several minutes and decided to bring up the subject of sex.
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After about 20-minutes of hemming and hawing Greg finally admitted that he’d been thinking about other guys for sex but only after I’d confessed first. He’s a really good friend and we tend to think a lot alike. After a little talking we both came to the conclusion that we’d each be the other‘s best choice to try this with.
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Neither of us had any real experience sneaking around, but if we used our heads, we stood very little chance of being found out. Plus we had tons of opportunity. So, we approached it as we would have approached a project at work. The scheduling depending of when would we be alone at home.
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Neither of us had any experience with male anal sex so we stayed away from the topic. We experimented with various ways of providing release. The first time Greg and I met, we watched a porno movie and watched each other jack off. I’d always been a jock so I’d spent a lot of times in locker rooms with naked men, but had never actually looked at the other guys. So, I don’t mind admitting that seeing another guy’s cock was a little exciting. Greg’s cock was so big that I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes of off it. I’d never seen anything like it before in my life, I was awe struck. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I touched it. I couldn’t believe the feel. Even soft, Greg’s cock radiated both power and heat. It seemed to be a separate enmity from the rest of his body as it pulsed with a life all its own.
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As I slid off the couch and down to my knees, my hand, as if it had a mind of its own, helplessly reached out and touched it again. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. My face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its wrinkled foreskin. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. It was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I played with it for a while, and then eventually I got up the nerve to ease back its foreskin and nervously kiss its head. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. Screwing up my courage, after a couple kisses, I slipped its head between my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw. And, guess what. Nothing happened. Nada, Zip. All the preachers in the world were wrong. Not only did the sky not fall on me, but also lightening didn’t even strike me.
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Even with my hand wrapped around the base of Greg’s big cock, I still had more than a mouth full of cock to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was actually sucking a cock. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of dignity, I thought to myself, ‘I may be sucking Greg’s cock, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth.’ I might have been thinking no, no, but Greg’s balls had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his cock swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When Greg erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick head, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat. It had a salty taste and felt all slimy as it oozed over my tongue and down my throat. It was my first taste of man cum 'straight from tap' and I loved it.
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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there between Greg’s legs with his dick in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. I'd just turned queer and started sucking dicks. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, and sucking a dick was about as low as a guy could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up Greg’s cum, I didn't care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a Greg’s big dick and loving every minute of it.
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This set the tone for the next couple of months of Greg and my relationship. I was so dick crazy that I sucked his dick ever time I could get him alone and get my mouth on. And I swallowed every load of cum that I could suck out of it. It was over two months later before Greg finally sucked my dick. After that we never kissed or felt the need to confess our ‘feelings’ for each other. We just helped each other cum and that was all.
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One evening when Greg’s wife, Barbara had invited my wife, Sandra and the kids to go see that new Chipmunk movie, he and I were alone in his house. We were both naked in his guest bedroom and Greg was on his knees, the head of my dick rapidly moving in and out of his mouth, His right hand was holding his dick tightly and stroking at a furious speed, my dick and balls covered with his saliva and Greg’s left thumb deep in my ass. We had both discovered that we liked having our prostate massaged.
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What brought this whole thing up to a new level was what he said just after I finished cumming. As I stood there in front of him, my dick wet from cum and his mouth, he moaned and hissed between clenched teeth, my sperm coating his lips and the inside of his mouth, and his thumb still deep in me…. Greg said, “God, I want your ass.”
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I thought about the prospect for a week or so and noticed how heavily he cummed when he talked about fucking me. I decided to give it a try.
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The Saturday afternoon that we planned for this was perfect. Both of our families would be gone for hours. I had been thinking that his big dick up my tight ass and was a little apprehensive about him hurting me. He was about 9-inches long with a fat shaft and a huge, plum shaped head. He was so excited that as big as it was, I was really looking forward to feeling the head of his dick massage my prostate. In anticipation he lavished me with almost an hour of non-stop sucking and licking. I told him I didn’t want to cum yet because I wanted to be hard and excited when he fucked me.
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When he rolled me over and positioned my hips just right it was almost like Greg was a kid again, looking at the last box under the tree on Christmas morning. I had no problem maintaining a rock hard erection when he started to lube my ass with his fingers and mumbled under his breath about how tight I was going to be and how much he wanted me. He didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with lube, he used one hand to spread my ass cheeks and one hand to guide his dick into my ass. The first motion that put the tip of the head in, it hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. Greg was always fucking Barbara in the ass, so he was experienced at this and knew just what to say to put me at ease. "That's it, you are so hot, and I want your ass so badly." Once he eased the head past my sphincter, he gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half. When I felt his balls rub against mine I knew he was all the way in me even before he let out a long, ragged moan and hissed “Oh shit!”
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After about ten minutes, Greg was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Finally, I put my face in the pillow and put both of my hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Greg was so big that I wanted to open myself up as much as possible to him. He wanted me to know that he was in control and to remind me that my holes did belonged to him, so he tortured me for a while and before I knew it I was begging him to put his dick up my ass. I couldn't believe that I was even saying it, much less that I really wanted it. I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He moved very gently at first but then I began to get really fired up. Before I knew it, I was yelling, "Harder, harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!"
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He was shouting in return, calling me his slut, his whore, his “dick-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.” I listened to him moan and cuss up a storm, loving the massage my prostate was getting and being even more excited that usual hearing just how much he liked my ass.
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I knew from experience that he would cum only with some fast and furious action on his dick, so I grabbed the sheets with both hands and told him to “fuck me!” He needed no other encouragement and proceeded to fuck my ass like there was no tomorrow. I had never experienced anything like it. The pounding my prostate was getting was being signaled directly to my cock. I looked down to watch as my bouncing dick literally sprayed pre cum all over the bed, splashing it all over my thighs, stomach and chest.
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The room was filled with his moans and comments about how much he loved fucking me. The only other sounds were my loud moans and the slapping sound of his dick slamming my ass. I had never felt anything as intense before. The only contact my dick had with anything was when it slapped my stomach as he drove his dick home deep into my ass but I could feel an orgasm building in me. A good load of cum had been building before we even got together out of anticipation and I had felt the cum building up pressure as he lubed my ass but now…. now it felt like a dam was about to burst and his hard dick was battering away at it. I was losing control, my dick was spaying pre cum everywhere, I was now gripping the headboard when I was at the bottom edge of the bed when we started and I was getting louder and louder with an almost constant stream of grunts and moans. He was gripping my hips and I could feel every inch of his shaft as he pistoned his dick into me. I knew it was going to happen so I put my head down and watched as my dick drew up against my stomach and the head of my dick swelled. I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I watched as the most cum I had ever produced pumped from my dick onto the sheets and all over my thighs, every squirt backed with amazing force from the stroking my prostate was getting from his ever-swelling dick head. My orgasm caused me to tighten up and I wish I could say that we came at the same time but in real life he took another 10 or 15-hard slamming strokes before he grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that I almost screamed, and then his balls exploded and pumped out an impressive orgasm that lasted for a good 30-seconds.
He cummed deep inside of my ass, and I loved it. I truly loved every bit of it.
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I definitely woke up sore the next morning, but it was worth it, and anal became part of our sexual ritual. Now, Greg likes to screw my ass almost as much as he likes for me to suck his dick. We continued on like this for the next couple of months. Every time the girls left the house I was either down on my knees sucking Greg’s dick or I was on my belly getting my brains fucked out.
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I still make love to my wife Sandra on as regular of a schedule as I can. I still love seeing a tight, young lady walk by at the mall. But at least once every week my best friend Greg and I get together, I suck his cock and then he fucks my ass so hard and furious that I cum without even having to touch my cock.
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The End...
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