![]() Getting married didn't change that, but I was committed to my relationship, and loved my wife. Many opportunities for more came up, and I let them pass me by.the guy who was interested in me in college theater (I had a girlfriend at the time) the invitation of an open couple that I 'played' with to trade gay play with the husband for a chance to view the same between the wife and her girlfriend (I wasn't sure the 'friend' would keep the secret) more than one older guy I met in the years following college who was just too forward or inconsiderate of other relationships in my life at the time.they were tempting, and I secretly wished to be able to experience everything that was possible with another man. A boy growing up in upstate New York doesn't desire to do "gay" things, unless he wants to be beat up. I knew, but couldn't let anyone else know. It was a part of myself that I had suppressed for a long time.Įver since sucking my first cock with a teenage friend, I knew that I wanted a hard, spurting cock in my mouth again. It meant that she acknowledged it, favored it, desired it, and wanted to see it happen. The promise of pleasure that it held hinted at ecstasy. It was dirty, and dangerous, and so freeing, especially when she said it. When my wife used her new pet name for me, I always felt a pulse in my crotch.
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