The story you about to read is 100% true. Only the names have changed.
I stood in the shower, letting the tepid water flow across my face and down my chest. This heat and humidity had become so bad that taking a hot shower just meant that you would be sweating before you dried afterward.
I ran my hands down my chest and belly, spreading the shower gel over myself before going to work on lathering up. The touch of my own hand, running over my 50 yo sixpack, made my groin lurch a bit as the memory of pounding my wife's sweet pink slit silly, a few hours earlier, passed through my mind. I smiled. "Yep, pal, you still have it. Can't keep the vixen off of you." I work hard to stay in shape and it pays off, with a wife that acts like a nympho.
I soaped my torso and worked down to my body. My fingers found my pubic hair still a bit stiff, from the dried cum, lingering there. What can I say? I woke up with a hot mouth on my cock and drifted back out, buried balls deep in sweet cunt.. Life is good. She wanted a send off and she got it. She ws going to be gone for a week and needed something to tide her over.
I rinsed my front off and pumped another glob of gel into my hand. I grinned and groaned as I lathered my shaved balls and semi hard cock. As I reached behind me to soap my cheecks and crack, my mind switched gears, delving into the cleft and pressing the gel into my asshole...my mind shifted to cock. Cock, firm in my stroking hand. Cock, salty sweet on the tip of my tongue. Cock, throbbing and pulsing, as it delivers that sweet load in my mouth. Cock, pushing it's way past my twitching rectum and deep into my bowels. Spewing in my mouth. Spurting on my face. Pumping cum up my willing ass. COCK.
Shit. There I was washing myself and just like that, getting hard, thinking about cock, before I had washed the scent of pussy out of my moustache. Dirty Bastard, I am. Horney fucker, I am.
At this point I had dicks dancing in my head and my dick was dancing as well. Like a compass, it led me to the computer and I knew what to do. Craigs list makes it so easy to put the bait in the water. A quick description:GL Masc.48yo BiWM, looking for M2M fun today, with stats: 5'10", 175#, 7+ cut, add a nice pic of my hard cock and the fact that could host the fun and bang. The first email came before I had returned from the kitchen with a coffee.
I was expecting the usual one liner, like "let's fuck" or " I want your load" but, I got something more more exciting.
What I got was a 20 line paragraph, that read like I had written out a description of my ideal playmate. He described almost a mirror image of me. With one exception, he attached 3 pics. The first pic was a full body shot of him on a beach in swim trunks, just to prove he wasnt out of shape. The second pic was a close up of him licking the cum off the head of an impressive cock. The third pic was kicker. He was reclined in an easy chair with an 8" spike of a cock sticking straight up from his crotch, thick as a hot house cucumber, with a magnificent foreskin completely covering the head. Even through his foreskin I could see the defined corona of the tip and there was a tiny shimmer of precum visible.
Was it too good to be true? Probably, but I wasn't going to ponder the possibility for long. I wanted to reply quickly so no one else beat me to it. He probably had his own ad up and he was surely going to get a taker if I didn't act fast.
I sent him a return email, gushing about how nice he looked and how impressive his cock was. I told him the things I enjoyed as they were the same things he mentioned in his initial email. Sent my address along and waited.
He must have been monitoring his computer because out of the blue my IM screen came to life with a message from him. We use the same email service. The one with the big red Y.
He wanted to make sure I was married and not a gay prowler. i turned on my web cam and showed his all the pics of me and the wife in my office and showed him my ring, saving his address in my IM friends folder at the same time.
I'll be there within the hour was all he sent back and then signed off.
My heart was racing, my cock was throbbing and my asshole twitched for the next 30 mins. I was still in the towel I wore out of the shower and decided to stay in it for easy access if he was a "get to it" type of guy. Many are because sometimes small talk can be a nervous affair.
My cock jumped when the door bell rang. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Now the towel I was wearing looked like a tent but, I figured that would be a good icebreaker so I opened the door.
"Hi I'm Al" I said as I extended my hand.