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This morning when I woke up I had no idea I’d be where I am now: bent over the arm of a stranger’s couch taking his cock up my ass.

I dropped my bags in my trunk after finishing my run to the grocery store and got into the car. While I was getting ready to leave I saw the driver in the car next to me turning his key and looking to back out, so I waited. He didn’t leave. I waited longer and longer and began to get annoyed, but then I realized what was happening: his car wouldn’t start. I then did something I never do—I got out and knocked on his window.

“Need a jump?” I offered.

“That would be great!” he replied.

The sky was turning dark as a late summer thunderstorm was on the way, so we hurried and within a few minutes his car was running. He thanked me, but still seemed uncertain that he would make it home. He explained that he didn’t live far from here, and asked if I would mind following him home in my own car, just to make sure he got there. I was a little anxious about that but decided to take the risk.

Brian’s apartment wasn’t far, and it was nice. He invited me in and offered me a beer. We chatted about the neighborhood. He had just moved here recently and did not know his way around yet. His car had been acting up and he apparently waited too long to have it checked out. I sat on his new couch and drank my beer while he straightened the living room up a bit. He was about six feet tall, 180 pounds, and fit. His black t-shirt hung nicely on his shoulders and revealed a flat stomach when he bent over.

His stomach wasn’t all that was revealed when he bent over. His shorts rode up and I got an idea of what his firm ass must be like. As I sipped my beer I kept hoping he would turn around and I could see what kind of bulge he might have.

“What am I thinking?” I thought to myself. I’m a happily married man. Never touched another man in my life. Though I have always been curious. No one knew that but me and my internet provider, though. I dismissed the thought and decided it would be my little secret and I’d go right home after I finish this beer and that would be the end of that.

When my focus returned, Brian was telling me about his job as a programmer at a big firm nearby. He finished his tidying and sat down in the chair opposite me. We talked about me for a bit and I couldn’t stop trying to get a peek at his package. I tried to be discreet but wasn’t sure if I could pull it off. But then, I also wasn’t sure I wanted to not get caught.

“What am I thinking?” my brain shouted at me again. Do you really want to see this guy’s dick? Well, actually…

Brian got up and went to his kitchen. I took my empty beer bottle to find his recycle bin. On my way I dropped it. When I bent over to pick it up I felt his hands on my ass. I sprang to attention but didn’t get up. No one had ever touched me like that. My cock was suddenly hard and I waited for him to say something. It was quiet in the apartment for a long time. Finally, I stood up.

“Um…Brian? What are you doing?” I stammered, turning to face him. I was embarrassed but also trying not to reveal my hardon.

“Oh, Shawn. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. bahis firmaları I just thought that you had been checking me out and maybe we had a moment?” He blinked as he looked me in the eye. “I mean, weren’t you checking me out?” He stepped a little closer to me.

“Oh, well, I , umm…” I began. “You’re certainly a good looking guy, but I’m a married man.”

“That’s not an answer to my question.” He said, and turned to head back to the living room. “You know what? I really appreciate you getting my car going. And it was nice to meet you and have a beer with a guy. I enjoyed talking to you. I’d also like to offer you one more thank you gesture: let me give you a blowjob.”

My jaw dropped. My cock stood straight up. My mind reeled. No one had touched my cock but my wife. She was not a huge fan of blowjobs, so I got a few minutes every year or so. I was sooo tempted by this offer. Brian was a very attractive man and I was hard as a brick. I might not get this opportunity again. So I decided to take the chance.

“That’s very nice of you, Brian. I’ve never done this before so I might need some help.” I sat down on the couch.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of experience.” My half hour old friend dropped to his knees in front of me and pulled down my shorts and my boxers, freeing my cock. I started to go limp. I was nervous! It was cool in the apartment! But Brian helped me out. He gently took my cock in his hand and stroked it slowly up and down, twisting his fist while he did it. He tickled my balls with his other hand. My erection came back right away. “Oh—you shave?” He asked with a smile. “Is that for your wife?”

“No, I just like it that way. It gets hot in the summer and I like it smooth. I did it once for fun and decided to keep it that way.” I slid forward on the seat and spread my legs for him.

“It’s lovely.” Brian cooed and bent his head towards it. He licked the head, swirled it with his tongue. It wasn’t long before he was bobbing his head up and down my shaft. His mouth was wet and hot and slick and I could feel his tongue working around it as he slid up and down it. He sucked hard as he reached the head and then took my whole length in his mouth. Every now and then his nose touched my stomach. I gasped and thrust my hips at his mouth. He groaned. His hands tickled and rubbed at my balls and I felt him slowly, tentatively working a finger towards my anus. When he touched it, I moaned.

“Does your wife play with your ass, Shawn?” He said between sloppy sucks on my cock.

“Sometimes. But not much.” I stammered.

“It’s mostly you, isn’t it?” He looked up at me and smiled evilly. “You do it, don’t you? When you’re alone…jerking off…thinking about what it must be like to have another cock around?” He squeezed my cock hard and then pressed that finger against my hole.

I said nothing, but of course he was right. As his finger slowly pushed its way inside me I spoke up.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Brian continued. “Just one little finger up your tight virgin asshole? Or maybe two when you get loosened up after a few drinks? Or maybe you’ve even tried three, when you’re all slick and lubed up and horny and kaçak iddaa wanting to feel that little asshole stretched? When you’re fantasizing about a big thick cock and want to know how much you can take?”

I moaned as he sucked me and dug up my secrets. His finger was in me and he pressed toward my prostate. “mm-hmm.” I slid my ass forward for him.

“You like this. I’ll bet you have a dildo, too. Don’t you?” I nodded and grunted my agreement. There was no point in keeping secrets anymore.

“God, Brian. Yes. I use my fingers. I use my dildoes. I have a few. When my wife is out of town I love to play with my ass.” I reached under me and felt his hand, his finger. I felt how deep he was in me and pulled his middle finger toward me…

Brian obliged and slid a second finger in me. He continued to stroke my cock and suck me. “More than one? You’re a little slut aren’t you? Tell me about them.” He ordered.

“Uhhh…there’s a small smooth one that was my first and is easy to get started with. Ungh. And an 6 inch realistic one I got my wife with a harness so she could peg me. Ohhh, fuck.” I was so turned on by telling him this. I felt like such a slut. My face turned beet red as I told him about my favorite, though. “I have a fat 8 inch beast covered in veins with a big thick head on it that I use when I get really turned on. After I fuck myself with the 6 incher and loosen myself up I’ll suck on that monster like the whore I am and get it wet and then stretch my little asshole wide and work it inside me till I can feel the balls against my ass. Oh fuck Brian fuck I’m gonna come.”

And I was ready to, but he stopped me with a gentle bite on my cock and a squeeze of my balls. He stood up and took me by the hand and pulled me up off the couch till I was standing in front of him. He leaned in and put his mouth on mine and kissed me deeply. His tongue in my mouth was electric and my cock bounced against his stomach. He stepped back and pulled his shorts down and then pushed me to my knees on the floor.

“You said it. You’re a whore. Now show me your whore mouth.”

I couldn’t resist.

I absolutely worshiped his cock, my first. It was big and hot and hard and hairy and throbbed and jerked and I could taste his sweat and smell his maleness. I sucked him badly, my inexperience showing. But I was desperate for his cock. I couldn’t stop sucking, licking, swallowing, gagging myself on it as I tried to deep throat him and copy every porn star I have ever watched give a blowjob. I jerked myself off as I got hornier and hornier from sucking him. Blood was rushing in my ears and over that roar I could barely hear Brian moaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I was and what a hot slut I was. I was so overwhelmed I could barely sense the outside world. Soon I had two of my fingers up my ass as I sucked Brian’s cock. I pulled him out and gasped for air and rubbed his dick against my face.

Brian pulled me up again and kissed me. I kissed him hard back this time, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Our cocks rubbed together and I tried to fuck the air between us. He took my arm and twisted it around and pushed me over to the arm of the couch. kaçak bahis

“It’s time, baby.” he said.

I was bent over with my ass in the air, my painfully throbbing cock trapped between me and the couch cushion, my legs tied together by my shorts which were still wrapped around my ankles. I couldn’t see Brian anymore but I could hear him moving around and rummaging in a drawer. I was panting with lust. Only once in my life had I ever been this aroused and erotically charged. I had been drinking and was with my wife and she told me the next morning that after the third time I had fucked her she had to push me off the bed, and then even on the floor I proceeded to jerk off and come a fourth time. I didn’t remember this much but I felt like now if I came I would die. I was a ball of sexual energy and wanted my ass, my mouth, my hands full of cock. I wanted to be fucked for hours by a crowd of strange men here on this couch, one after another, just using me as warm holes for their pleasure.

Brian drizzled lube on my asshole and pushed his condom-clad cock into me slowly. I was trying to fuck the cushion and get myself off but his strong hands held me tight as he filled my ass with his meat.

Now I knew what my wife felt like. Now I knew what every woman and man who has been filled with cock feels like. I was the object of his lust and knew that eventually my body would get him off. I squeezed my ass around him and tried to jerk him off with my ass. I pushed back against him. I moaned, begged to be fucked, and then begged to be fucked harder. I told him I was his whore and he could use me however, whenever he wanted. He helped me live that fantasy by pounding my virgin ass. He called me names and I gasped “yes” as he spanked me and pulled my ass into him hard. And then, finally, he buried himself inside me as deep as he could and he grunted and I felt his cock swell and pulse and he came in me. I was so proud of myself.

Brian rolled me over and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me until I came. I screamed as I erupted in his mouth, bucking and writhing and trying to escape his lovely mouth. I was so sensitive it hurt but I kept coming and coming. Finally, he spit me out and climbed on to my chest. He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me, flooding my mouth with my come. We shared this glorious sloppy, messy, salty, slimy kiss. It ran down my cheeks and he licked it from my face. We kissed and kissed and finally he broke it and stood up.

I lay there on the couch, exhausted. I couldn’t move. I have never felt so completely spent but also completely satisfied. Of course, just one look at Brian’s semi-erect cock made me forget that embarrassment that usually follows coming. I wanted to pull my knees up to my chest and present my asshole to him to rail again, but a look at the clock reminded me my wife would be worried if I didn’t get home. My wife!

That’s right—I’m a happily married man devoted to my wife. But now not quite the same man…

Brian helped me up from the couch and handed me a glass of water. “That was quite something, Shawn. You’ve got some issues, dude.” He laughed. “What are you going to tell your wife?”

I took a big gulp of water. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. I never thought about doing this before. But I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.” My cock stirred. “I should introduce you to her sometime.”

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