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God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just what I wanted. Just what I needed.

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He lay naked beside me on the bed. His chest, broad and muscular, heaved as he caught his breath after a rigorous marathon sexcapade with my wife, Cindy and I. Cindy was in the bathroom cleaning up and I was alone and still very horny on the bed with another man. I had never touched a man sexually but as I laid beside him my eyes were drawn to his flaccid cock. He was on the larger side of average with a thick shaft and a bulbous circumcised head.

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To satisfy my bisexual needs my wife suggested that I become a member, no pun intended, of an upmarket gay sauna. Understandably, I was rather nervous about this partly because I'd never been to one before and was unsure of the protocols and appropriate behaviour. But mainly I was nervous about my wife's reaction and the possible effects on our relationship. Fantasies are by nature and name fantastic but the reality can of course be totally different.

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I was playing some basketball down at the gym the other day with a bunch of my buddies. We had a great game, strenuous, but fun. Afterword, instead of hitting the showers, Cody and I just stayed in our gym trunks and t-shirts and I went out for a couple of beers. Cody's a great guy. A 31 year old divorced stock broker, 6'4" tall and chiseled out of granite. We'd been work out buddies on occasion and the one time I'd actually seen him with his shirt off, I thought he looked like a fuckin' marine, very lean muscular build.

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I don't even know where to begin. It's such a hard story to tell, and I'm afraid that it doesn't show me in the best light. 

I guess I should start by telling you about myself. I'm a happily married man, 47 years old, 6-2, 190 pounds. Maybe not the best looking guy, but I keep myself in shape and I work out every day. Grey hair, blue eyes, nice smile. 

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My best friend and next-door neighbor has been the best thing that ever happened to me. His name is Nathan and we got along great, from the moment we first met. I valued his friendship more than anything in the world. He and his family taught me what it is to love and receive love from others. I seemed to be a burden, an unwanted houseguest to my parents. If it hadn't been for Nathan and his family, I would probably be a very unhappy man, unable and unwilling to let anyone in and because of that, lonely. I would never do anything to jeopardize that friendship, but I almost destroyed it. I didn't set out to, but it almost happened anyway.

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Some of you have read about the first time I met a man from a gay site. His name was Luke and the first meeting turned out great. He is an older guy, around 55 and a total top. He told me that he is bisexual and just loves fucking. I can testify that he does love fucking. It had been several months since I was able to meet him again, due to his and my own work schedule.

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I felt the first splash of Willie's warm cum on my tongue and I quickly took my mouth away to allow my lover, Keith, to receive a share of the creamy, morning load. As I swallowed our guest's first spurt, I watched with envy as Keith kept the cock in his mouth , making little "mmm" sounds as Willie fed him the rest of the morning cream.

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Martin and I spent a wonderful evening the previous week. After meeting for the first time at a hotel in Reston, Virginia, we went to his house and had our first time man with man sex. I sucked my first cock and was rewarded with my first mouth full of cum. Then I made love to Martin. No, I fucked him. However, most of our contact was very sensuous and passionate.

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Just like always I can hear the nearest neighbour pour water into something before he shuts the water off. The soft padding of feet floating above my head. I follow the footsteps, wandering beneath him. It's fascinating, how I can hear every move he makes. I know when he goes to work, when he comes home, when he sleeps and when he wakes.

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