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 True story. Many years ago. In a city in a southern coastal state,

It was the summer of my senior year in high school . I was 18 and Jack was 33. We met in a  gay bar about 12 blocks my parents house ( no longer exists, a gas station sits on the site). I went in late on a Saturday night for a little conversation and maybe a blow job. And there he was, 6'2'', mischievous dancing  blue eyes, aquiline nose, dirty blond  hair that looked like it needed a cut and a piecing gaze that said if he could  he would fuck me right there he would .I sat next to him and he smiled. 

Neither of us drank very much . He told me about growing up in the NE with a gaggle of brothers, his two young nephews that he was devoted to, his kind but stern University professor father who died young in a freak accident. It wasn't seduction conversation,but I wanted to hear more. He said his nickname growing up was the "prattler" because he tended to dominate conversations. I didn't mind. Actually for the first time I felt a warm vibration in my chest and was glad to listen to him.

1 AM came and the bar closed and we ended up outside in the parking lot and  he asked what I wanted, stating that he had two roomates ( male and female) that he wasn't out to , and I coudn't bring him to my parents house. Making out with this tall lanky man in his Honda Accord wasn't going to be comfortable , so I suggested we go swimming at a unappealing remote bayfront beach on an island about 15 minutes away that was closed and adjacent to the city sewage treatment plant and not far from the state nuclear power plant. Perfect, I thought, no one would be there at 1 AM.

We got there and parked outside the closed parking lot. It was warm and windy ( it was July after all) and despite no electric lights ( and no flashlight) we could see plenty under a largish moon. We had no bathing trunks, nor flipflops nor anything for the beach. It was deserted. We stripped off on the sand, and I saw with pleasure his thin hairy chest with small brown nipples, a dirty blond full bush and a respectable ( 7") uncircumcised cock standing at  full attention for my viewing pleasure. He kissed me and rubbed the back of my neck and I wasted no time sucking him with my mouth on his mushroom bell end and my hand playing with his foreskin. Soon, he stopped me and  and walked knee deep into the warm summer water where I followed him. He kissed me again and stood behind me with arm on my back indicating that I should bend over  and I did. With the waves flowing around our knees , I felt his cock penetrating my ass and he started to fuck me & it felt great. 

After some minutes of smelling the salt air, l  was bent over looking down at the waves, Jack rythmically  fucking me bare and with no lube  ,. Suddenly and shockingly there was a bright light shining in my face. I shot up erect. Jack stepped back  suddenly and stumbled, almost falling in the water. There was a police motor boat with several strong searchlights on us, and a  unknown man's voice  from a loud electric megaphone asking what we were doing. ( Seriously, you had to ask?)  Without waiting for an answer ,  he angrily bellowed that the beach was closed and we should leave now. 

Gathering our clothes and shoes off the sand, we rinsed  off at the  outdoor public beach shower near the road. There was no one around. We shook ourselves off like two wet dogs trying to get dry. With the warm wind we  mostly quit dripping and  I didn't feel cold.He then pulled me torwards him, planted my mouth with a wet kiss, and spit into his right  hand moistening his cock and bent me over with his left hand and  tenderly shoved his hard wet cock in me and .I bent down, my ass was throbbing and my legs started shaking. And he kept fucking ,with his hand on my back and then stopped and unmounted, stepped back and smiled at me. I didn't feel anything but my ass was wet and dribbled  clear viscous fluid down my leg. That's when I fell in love with him. I don't know if it was the great fuck, his lanky body, his nice cock,  his arousing smell or calm demeanor. We were inseperable for the next few months. and moved in together by the fall ( despite protestations from my parents and high school friends ). We spent three mostly happy years together  and he even let me fuck him every once in a while,  but given  how tall he was , it required sexual acrobatics and felt like erotic horseback riding. He moved to a  rocky mountain state and we fell  out of touch about twelve years ago.

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True story. Many years ago.

Jack ( 33 when I met him) and I was 18  and after three years  living together I  was going into my early twenties at the time. He was my first boyfriend and we lived at his place, pretty happily for  about three years. We lived in a coastal city in a southern state. He was getting ready to move to the  rocky mountains, for work  and I was getting close to finishing a  undergraduate university degree locally, with only a year left . So I didn't want to move away and he was moving on his own.

I did love him, but I felt he was getting restless and was leaving for a better job, and I was given a scholarship to continue an advanced degree locally to start in a year, so it worked out.

A month before packing house and moving to a place on campus, I visited an aunt in the midwest  during spring break and on arrival home during breakfast the next morning, Jack told me that he had lunch with our mutual friend Jason, who admired Jack's manhood  while they were changing for a beach swim , as  Jason's apt. was near a popular tourist beach.

Jack told me that Jason liked what he saw

( evidently for the first time) and informed Jack : " You  know you are going to have to fuck me with that thing". Jack evidently complied with the request the week I was gone. Parenthetically, Jack  let me know that Jason's dick was as surprisingly long as his, but not as thick.  

My response was bizarre, and puzzled me: I didn't feel sad, jealous or outraged. I felt aroused. I thought of Jack cornholing Jason , both of them grunting, likely in a doggy style position( That's what Jack liked best) and I got hard. 

To be sure, Jason is a kind and upbeat person with his signature mirthful laugh. He was in his late 30's and they had been friends for years before I came on the scene, although never boyfriends.While Jack's other friends were cordial, but cool torwards me, (I think because of our a noticeable age difference,) Jason was always welcoming and seemed genuinely glad to include me in barbecues, dinners, picnics and gatherings . Jason and I became friends, and even went hiking to local mangrove swamps together when Jack worked some weekends. Jason was about 38, years old  looked like a shorter James Taylor. About 5'6". Always with a ready smile.

I was aroused and wanted to share in the fun. 

It was spring and I called Jason and asked if I could come over during the week (Spring break still had one more week before ending), while Jack was at work. I'd bring a bag lunch from Jason's favorite organic lunch spot near our place. It surprised me that Jason readily  agreed. considering what transpired the week before, which neither of us mentioned.  There was no discussion of Jack. 

When I got to Jason's small apartment later that week, we decided to swim first ( before lunch) as it looked like rain was imminent. 

We stripped into our trunks together, or almost. I was excited and hard , as Jason touched my not insubstantial cock and sported his own  7.5"  streamlined attractive member surrounded by a  full brown bush. Jason looked at me and smiled  and laughed his pleasantly familiar laugh and I bent down to fellate him. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and caressed my ear while I was licking his cock and sucking it's circumcised head.  After a few minutes he laughed his mirthful laugh again  and told me to stop.

He got down on the  wooden floor with me , kissed my lips, and informed : " You really don't know what you're doing .do you?". 

I wasn't sure what he meant, but he led me to the queen size bed in the middle of the studio apt. , both of us naked with our  erect antennae like cocks bobbing up and down. Once on the bed, he lifted my legs high above his legs and started to suck the part of my taint between my asshole  and my balls for about 6 minutes and I was in heaven. He then separated out  each testicle with his mouth and sucked them each individually. The sensation was awesome. He continued on to deep throat my cock while he rolled his tounge around my mushroom head in his closed mouth until the eyes rolled back in my head. What he did next, I think changed the course of my life and my passion for mansex intensified  forever: Jason lifted my legs up further and planted his tounge deep within my asshole and I yelped out loud. 

I almost cried with pleasure. I never experienced that nor even knew it existed ( wasn't even in porn videos or magazines that I saw.) After about 15 minutes of being rimmed, 
I  was euphoric and  my legs felt like jelly.

At that point, I wanted to redeem my ( sophomoric sexual skills) with Jason. We changed positions, and I got his legs on my shoulders and rimmed him for awhile. ( I quickly discovered that rimming another man was as enjoyable as getting rimmed yourself.) I then asked if I could fuck him. He nodded and I pulled KY out of my bag and slathered it on my dick adding to the precum already there. Jason frowned and gave me a skeptical look and said " I don't think that's a good idea." He pulled out a previously  opened box of Trojans from the bureau and put them on the bed.

( Did Jack fuck Jason with a condom the week before ? I didn't ask.)  I begged and told Jason that I tested negative last month and only had sex with Jack for the past few years( both true).   Jason  laughed and relented :

"  Alright, Just this once." 

His legs were back on my shoulders and I pushed my glistening cock firmly through his tight pucker and and as it broke the first ring he was moist and inviting and warm  enveloped my cock like it belonged there forever and I pushed farther balls deep, in and out and  he felt amazing. His eyes were closed , and  was panting audibly with a few quiet moans. He complimented : " Oh that feels good" . Which meant a lot to me as he was a good teacher of the pleasures of sex.   I kissed his knee and rubbed his thighs as I fucked him and  didn't last more than 5 minutes, as I started to flood his guts . I pulled out  midway and jizzed ropes of cum on his chest practically to his nipples, as I wasn't sure if he wanted me to cum in him and anyway it was a hot show, if I may say so myself.  Jason opened his eyes and started to laugh uproariously as if he just got the punchline to a funny joke and exclaimed: " that was fun!" I rubbed my jizz all over his belly and kissed his navel, and wiped my  wet sticky hands on my own chest. He smiled at me.

It was late, Jack was soon coming home  to the house that we lived, in  Jack and I  and it was going to be about 30 minutes in traffic to drive home ,so I left the bag lunches with Jason got dressed and left quickly ( smelling like cum, sweating, with my hair tousled which was going to be hard to explain).

Neither Jason nor I ever said anything about it to Jack, no need.  And Jason and I never discussed what transpired the week before between Jack and himself ( no need).   Jason and I continued to have "lunch" from time to time at his apt. until Jason moved to Seattle a few years later.

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