I will tell you a little about myself. I am 60 something years old and married. My wife has medical issues that make sex painful for her. So I have not had sex for over two years. If it weren’t for Rosey and her sisters I would have a major case of blue balls.

I am admittedly bisexual from boyhood. I had some experience with another male but nothing I am going into detail about here. I have never lost my excitement over watching male porn or reading bisexual stories. My wife has made it very clear that she doesn’t like my sexual fantasy of having a male encounter again. But the need to be with another man is like an itch I can’t reach. So I started chatting with people with like urges and found our electronic home away from home, here.

We had been texting for several weeks. The gentleman in question and I had similar backgrounds. Hard-working family men. Large families with strong ties and strong sex drives as well as an open-minded opinion about who we had sex with we are both bisexual. We talked about everything. Various sexual partners, various places we had sex, and all the sundry topics that those topics encompass.

It was early fall when we finally decided to go all the way. I am on disability due to a fall last winter and Ray worked third shift for a local company. So explaining to our wives that we would be gone for a day or two was not promising to be a simple task. But we put our heads together and wove a tale that made sense.

We met early on a Friday afternoon an hour away from our homes. We wanted to be sure no one would recognize either of us. It was probably more our paranoia than anything else but why take chances? He had booked a small motel room in a nonde*********** part of a neighboring town. He texted me the information and with sweaty palms, I drove there as quickly as was safe. Like a young boy with his dad’s playboy, I was excited and nervous.

I pulled behind the motel and walked to the designated room. I wrapped on the tan door and waited. The door opened and a man my height with salt and pepper hair offered me his hand. “I’m Ray.” He didn’t need to introduce himself. We had exchanged pictures but I was glad he did nonetheless.

We sat in the room and drank a couple of cold drinks. I needed to settle my nerves and I hoped Ray felt the same. He lay on the bed and asked, “are we going to get this show on the road?” His nonchalant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his pants. I moved his clothes down and fished out his soft cock. I looked at his tool before lifting it in my hand. Licking the tip then I laid it so I could nibble my way down to his full sack.

I rolled his balls around with my lips and tongue. By the time I got back to his cock head he was hard. I sucked his head as deeply in my mouth as I could. Working my fist up and down the shaft until his moans told me he was ready.

I dropped my clothes in a pile on the floor and laying on the bed. I pulled my legs up and back until my knees were nearly to my chest. Ray took lubricant and coated my hole inside and out. I was moaning the whole time as he probed me.

He ran his cock up and down my crack before working his cock into me. I groaned as he pushed deeper until his balls slapped my ass. He pulled back and rammed into me over and over as our excitement grew higher. His speed increased until we were both panting as he used my ass for his joy and mine. The clear juices leaking from my cock painted a shiny spot in his pubic hair as he squished my cock between us.

We groaned as we slammed together. I put my feet on the bed and raised up so he could get deeper inside me. I felt my ass stretching as his cock got harder and ready to fill me with his fluids. He shoved in and froze as his cock exploded inside me. His hammering my prostate made me shoot all over my stomach as his cock slowly shrank in my hole.

I dozed off for an hour or so. I lay with my eyes closed while Ray sucked and licked my balls and cock. I rolled on my side and slowly stroked him hard before returning his blowjob with one of my own. I have found I can hold off longer when I am concentrating on giving someone else pleasure. Ray’s tool is twice my length but mine is thicker. So each cock has its merits. Who could have known two older married men were in the middle blowing each other in a no-name motel on a quiet back street in mid-Michigan?

Ray got on his hands and knees and I entered him from behind. I grabbed his hips and slowly worked my cock in and out until we were both moaning again. I felt Ray’s calloused hand cupped my sack as I stepped up my pace. I rammed him in erratic bursts as I neared release. Ray pushed back taking all my cock and squeezing his sphincter to increase the friction on my cock. I gave Ray all my juices as he came as well. Spraying his juices on the cheap motel comforter.

We showered together, jacking each other off one more time before dressing and going our separate ways.

I read somewhere that Greek writers were quoted as saying men had sex with women for procreation. And that men had sex with men for pure pleasure. You will get no argument from me. I enjoy my wife or did until she refused my advances. But part of me will always want another man inside me. So Ray and I had plans for another meeting.

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