It 's a treadmill !
What I'm going to tell now is the highest expression of the truth, since this experience was experienced by me four years ago, in 2006. Accustomed to visiting erotic sites where I read accounts of stories of sex between women and even men with men, I began to fantasize about relationships with people of the same sex, which made me very horny, to the point of getting hard dick needing to touch a hot hand job.
But because I've never been involved with a man, no matter how small the involvement, and being married and already 50 years old, I never tried to fulfill my desires, even because I have great concern about my image, which made me worry about fulfilling these fantasies with someone very trusted and discreet, that is, someone of someone trusted, that I did not know, until one day, without looking, it happened.
As a matter of habit, I used to cut my hair near my house with a professional with whom I had a good relationship. A man a little older than me. I think he was about 56 years old. Medium height, neither fat nor thin, serious, discreet and completely confident. Accustomed to arriving at his house around 9 o'clock, this day was no different. I arrived early and the room of his house, where the barber shop operates, was empty. But I had no idea what would happen.
As soon as I sat down in the chair and we agreed on the cut he came up with a more than strange conversation that left me cold. He said he didn't know what was happening to him and that for some reason he was stiff-necked, needing to touch a fist. He usually stutters but at that moment he spoke without blinking. And that's when I recommended him.
- Why don't you have a hand job?
Perhaps because he trusted me, he suddenly went to the door and locked it. When he came back, he threw his python out in front of me. When I saw that huge, big, fat snake with a red head and completely hard, I swallowed it dry. It was a stick so as not to make a defect. WHAT A PYT. My desire was to suck that tiny python, and very timidly I asked.
- Can I take it?
He promptly said yes.
And at that moment, for the first time, I picked up a stick that wasn't mine. What a nice feeling it was to have that hard stick in my hand. I was immediately overcome by an uncontrollable horny feeling mixed with fear and inexperience. That's when he took me into his living room and closed the curtains of the windows. We took off our pants and we were already with our hard cocks and he lay down on the sofa. It was a pity that out of fear and inexperience I grabbed his stick and started punching him completely awkwardly. That smell of pike was driving me crazy. But I also wanted to feel him sucking me too. Immediately I jumped on the floor on my knees at the height of his neck and I felt my hard stick in his mouth. I think it was a pleasure to have my cock go in and out of his mouth. Feeling a thrill, but until that moment I wanted to extend it and I put it all over his mouth and I was so nervous that I ended up with that big stick in my mouth and I was so nervous.
After we sucked each other's dick, I jerked him off and then I stood up and he sat there and I enjoyed all my fucking in his hand.
Since then I've tried to repeat everything again, but he dodges. I believe he's confusing religion with relationship, and I sincerely believe that in the face of so much evil in the world, God doesn't care to condemn two honest men to their fellow men just for having a relationship, not to mention that we could, since we are practically alone, be much more friends and keep our secret since I trust him. But I'll keep trying. Who knows I won't suck that prick again, and this time more calmly feel the taste of that little milk.
But because I've never been involved with a man, no matter how small the involvement, and being married and already 50 years old, I never tried to fulfill my desires, even because I have great concern about my image, which made me worry about fulfilling these fantasies with someone very trusted and discreet, that is, someone of someone trusted, that I did not know, until one day, without looking, it happened.
As a matter of habit, I used to cut my hair near my house with a professional with whom I had a good relationship. A man a little older than me. I think he was about 56 years old. Medium height, neither fat nor thin, serious, discreet and completely confident. Accustomed to arriving at his house around 9 o'clock, this day was no different. I arrived early and the room of his house, where the barber shop operates, was empty. But I had no idea what would happen.
As soon as I sat down in the chair and we agreed on the cut he came up with a more than strange conversation that left me cold. He said he didn't know what was happening to him and that for some reason he was stiff-necked, needing to touch a fist. He usually stutters but at that moment he spoke without blinking. And that's when I recommended him.
- Why don't you have a hand job?
Perhaps because he trusted me, he suddenly went to the door and locked it. When he came back, he threw his python out in front of me. When I saw that huge, big, fat snake with a red head and completely hard, I swallowed it dry. It was a stick so as not to make a defect. WHAT A PYT. My desire was to suck that tiny python, and very timidly I asked.
- Can I take it?
He promptly said yes.
And at that moment, for the first time, I picked up a stick that wasn't mine. What a nice feeling it was to have that hard stick in my hand. I was immediately overcome by an uncontrollable horny feeling mixed with fear and inexperience. That's when he took me into his living room and closed the curtains of the windows. We took off our pants and we were already with our hard cocks and he lay down on the sofa. It was a pity that out of fear and inexperience I grabbed his stick and started punching him completely awkwardly. That smell of pike was driving me crazy. But I also wanted to feel him sucking me too. Immediately I jumped on the floor on my knees at the height of his neck and I felt my hard stick in his mouth. I think it was a pleasure to have my cock go in and out of his mouth. Feeling a thrill, but until that moment I wanted to extend it and I put it all over his mouth and I was so nervous that I ended up with that big stick in my mouth and I was so nervous.
After we sucked each other's dick, I jerked him off and then I stood up and he sat there and I enjoyed all my fucking in his hand.
Since then I've tried to repeat everything again, but he dodges. I believe he's confusing religion with relationship, and I sincerely believe that in the face of so much evil in the world, God doesn't care to condemn two honest men to their fellow men just for having a relationship, not to mention that we could, since we are practically alone, be much more friends and keep our secret since I trust him. But I'll keep trying. Who knows I won't suck that prick again, and this time more calmly feel the taste of that little milk.
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