Bi Bear needs Bare Breeding

[davescott1125]

I am a mid 60s bi married (to a woman) daddy bear. No sex at home in years. Wife thinks gay sex is unnatural so she doesn't know I am bi. 

I should just be content with my fantasies and jerking off. But as I have grown older I have gone from straight, to opportunistic passive bi top, to oppertunistic active bi top, to seeking out mutual gay encounters, to 50% - 50% straight - gay, to bi bottom, to submissive bi bottom, to where I am today. Yes I still find women sexually attractive and wouldn't turn down an opportunity, but with women I enjoy more sensual encounters. But I am definitely more gay than straight now. It is more primal animalistic fucking. It is all about getting off or getting someone else off. And did you ever see an animal use a condom? Animalistic sex should be bare/raw!

The internet... the source of all knowledge on all subjects including animalistic sex. Porn sites, hookup sites, streaming sites, and then there is Breeding Zone. I should stay off these sites. I should just fantasize and jerk off. But my animalistic urges are not satisfied with that. Raw fucking, breeding is natures way. I try to fight off the urges, but an oppotunity arises and I head to an adult bookstore, or theater, or bathhouse. Or I post a hookup ad online.  I shouldn't. I am married. I should stay safe. But my animalistic need takes over. 

Most of the time I succumb to my brain. Keep it safe. Just give oral or masturbate my partner. Or insist they wear a condom. But my animalistic desire wants to take over. The battle rages in me. So I drink alcohol. It dulls my mind. It quiets the urges. But it also lowers my inhibitions. So does inhaling from the little brown bottle. Let him enter my ass bare but then pull out. I know it is a risk, but it feels so good. Another drink, inhale some more. The war between my brain and my animalistic urges has stopped. It is natural. It is primal. I want to be bred. I want to feel that cock pulsing. Feel it filling me with seed. But after, the war begins to rage again. 

There is only one way to end the war in me. Only one way to silence the brain. I need to give up control. Dull the inhibitions. Just long enough to take the fertile seed. Hold the bottle under my nose. You know what I need. Keep me inhaling. Don't let me pull away. You are the dominate animal. Breed me and fill me with your fertile seed. 

Friday after work, I should go home, but I have an oppotunity. The animal in me wants to go to Hanks. I should just have a beer and head home, but the animal in me wants to buy a fresh bottle to inhale. I can go home now, but the animal wants another beer and to go out back. I can watch others play and jerk off, but I want to inhale a couple of hits. I can shoot my load and head home, but I lift my shirt so others can see I have a white  jockstrap on under my pants. I feel hands touching me and I should pull away, but I want to inhale more. I feel hands undressing mebut I inhale more. I have become my animal self. I feel myself being held tight. I feel something being held under my nose. I just keep inhaling. This could be the end of the battle between the brain and the animal.