Message-ID: <24616asstr$960631802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: alex005565@aol.com (Alex005565) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000609235323.26201.00000489@ng-mb1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} My True gay experience. Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius I'm a 34 year old, single, bi sexual male. I've only had sex with one man in my life when I was 18. The relationship only lasted for a couple of months before he decided to end it. He was a 49 year old, married man with balding hair and a full beard. He had 2 grown children ages 22 and 24 who were living in NYC. He owned an antique store on LI, and his wife worked in the city. I used go bike riding a lot during the summer months. I often rode my bike the 10 miles down to the harbor to watch the boats. Lots of people liked to take lunch by the water as well. One day I passed by a man siting in a red convertible. I didn't say anything to him as I passed by his parked car and stopped at a bench about 20 ft behind him. As I watched the boats, I noticed him looking at me through his rear view mirror. I stayed for about 10 min, resting up for the return trip. As I walked the bike past his car, he said Hello. Then added, "Kind of hot to be bike riding? I returned his hello and told him that I actually enjoyed it more when it was hot out. During this exchange, I didn't break stride while walking the bike past his car, and I planned to continued on my way. However he continued the conversation by asking me how often I rode my bike. Not wanting to be impolite, I stopped and approached his car. We then talked for a few min about bike riding. He told me he and his wife used to ride, but hadn't in a few years. When I finally told him that I had better get going, he asked how often I rode my bike down to the water. I told him that I usually rode down about 2 times a week. He then said it was nice talking to me and I said the same to him. About 5 or 6 days later, I again rode my bike down to the water. I hadn't given any thought to my initial encounter with this man in the red convertible, and had entirely forgotten about it. It wasn't until I saw his red convertible in the same location that I remembered our earlier conversation. This time I didn't walk the bike next to his car, and instead stopped about 200ft in front of his car. After a few min, I heard his car engine start up, and he then drove up and parked right next to me. After saying Hello, he asked me if I remembered that we talked earlier. He then continued asking me a few more questions about bike riding. It was at this point, that he made the first of what I felt were obvious sexual advances towards me. He said bike riding was doing me good, and that he really liked my long thin legs. When he told me this, I immediately got very uncomfortable. Surprised and slightly confused by his comments towards me, I just said thanks. He then told me that he lived near by and that he had a nice built in pool. When he asked me if I wanted to come over for a swim, I definitely new that he was up to something, and I politely refused his offer. As I started riding back home, he followed behind me for a short while, still trying to make conversation. After a few min of this, we finally parted company. I knew that this guy was after something, and I didn't plan on going back to the water for quite a while, or perhaps ever again. However something happened to change all that. After a day or so, I found myself thinking about him a lot. When I was 18 I was masturbating quite a lot. Now suddenly, bearded men started appearing in my fantasies. I started fantasizing about what he wanted to do to me, about what would actually happened if I went swimming in his pool. The more thought about him, the more aroused I became. I tried hard to resist these thoughts but I just couldn't. It only took about 2 weeks before I decided to go back and see if i could meet him again. As I approached the water, I felt my cock getting hard. Part of me was hoping that I wouldn't see his red car there. However, I saw his car parked its usual place. This time I rode right up to his car. After a few min of casual conversation, I asked him if his offer to come over for a swim was still open. He smiled and said sure. I secured my bike at the bike stand and got into his car. He only lived about 5 min away, so we quickly arrived at his house. As we went through the garage, he showed me his bike and suggested that we go biking together some time. Once inside we went into the living room and he offered me a soft drink. We then sat at opposite sides of his couch and again started talking. For the first time he asked me how old I was. I told him that I was 18 and was about to start my first year of college. As we were talking, I was constantly thinking about how to initiate something sexual with him. I started thinking that perhaps he was just being nice and didn't really want me sexually. I was also worried about my hard on, surely he would notice it if we went swimming. My cock was fully erect in my shorts as we talked. I figured that since I was much younger than him, he was probably reluctant to make the first move. So I decided to become more aggressive. Finally I asked, "So you said you liked my legs?" he smiled and said, "Yes, long and thin." I then told him that I really liked his beard, and that I'd prefer to have thicker legs like his. I then got up and sat right down next to him. Closer, he now clearly saw my bulge. He looked at it for a few seconds, then put his hand on it. Then without another word, he started gently rubbing and patting my bulge through my bike shorts. I just sat there and let him do this for a while. When it became obvious that I was getting pretty hot, he stopped and asked me if i wanted to go upstairs. My legs were literally shaking as we climbed the stairs and walked towards the bedroom. I literally felt an electric charge run thru me when he closed the bed room door behind us,. fully realizing that I was about to have sex with him. We stopped at the foot of the bed and we hugged for a while. He then gently removed my shirt and shorts. He then asked me if I wanted to explore his body. When I said yes, he pulled of his T-shirt and unzipped his pants. I clearly saw the huge bulge fully outlined in his jockey shorts. I reached down and cupped his cock and balls thru his shorts and was amazed at how heavy it felt. I then watched as he removed his shorts and his cock fell out fully erect. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I then removed my cloths. I sat down right next to him. I then grasped his fully erect cock and began examining it. His cock was uncut, about 7 inches and thick. I had never seen an uncut cock before and was amazed at how different it was. I masturbated him for several min, before he again asked me if I wanted to explore his body. He then stood up, moved some pillows before laying down fully on the bed. He then told me that I I could do anything I wanted to him. I then proceeded to do just that, I touched and examined his cock, ran my hands all over his legs, stomach and chest. touched and gently pulled on his beard, massaged his balls, rubbed his nipples. I still remember how he simply laid there, letting me do all this to him. Suddenly, I got the urge to get on top of him. So I simply climbed on top and began rubbing by body against him. He put his hands on by back and ass as I rubbed against him. I this position we were face to face, and I began kissing him and rubbing my face against his beard. We also seemed to rub noses quite a lot. However, rubbing against him like this was just too arousing for me. I was moving against him very fast, and he told me several times to slow down. Finally he actually stopped me entirely and told me to calm down. He told me to relax and to take deep breaths. I then resumed at a much slower pace. However, this didn't last long. The simple fact that I was having sex with an older married man in his own bed, and the feel of his hands on my back and ass was just too much for me. I again began moving very fast against him. It wasn''t long before I could feel my orgasm building.I didn't want to stop it. I remember actually saying sorry to him when I started cumming. He told me not to worry about it and to just enjoy the feeling. After my orrgasm I again apologized to him, telling him that I couldn't help myself and that I was just too excited. He assured me that he understood and that I would certainly last longer next time. I then moved down and began masturbating him. I then began sucking his cock just like the women in the few xxx vids I had seen. I must have been doing a good job judging by his moans and facial expressions. I was able to get him off, and I was surprised at how much more spunk his cock produced compared to mine. Afterwards we talked about what we did, and he asked me if I wanted to do it again later. We then went swimming for a few hours before going back to bed. Again I climbed on top of him just like before. This time I lasted much longer despite still being very aroused by the whole situation. Finally he told me that his wife would be getting home soon. After he drove me back to my bike, he told me to come over again tomorrow anytime after 8:00am. He told me that his wife worked in the city and left every morning around 8:00am, arriving home around 6:00 pm. The next morning I rode my bike straight to his house around 9:00am. We then went straight to bed. However, this time he told me that he was going to do something different to me while on top of him. He began rubbing the underside of my cock with his middle finger using a circular motion. I simply loved the sensations this maneuver produced. I found that I couldn't really move against him while he did this. I had to simply lay still while he masturbated me in this fashion. However, I was still able to kiss and rub noses while he did this. What was so good about this maneuver, was his ability to control my arousal. He told me to take deep breaths and to just let him rub me to orgasm. Whenever I moved, he would stop. He could tell by my facial expressions and by my breathing when I was getting too close. He taught me how me to fight off ejaculation by always breathing deeply in a slow deliberate fashion. He was absolutely right. with practice, I was eventually able to experience multiple orgasms without ejaculation. He lectured me constantly about resisting the urge to ejaculate. Sometimes I managed to hold off my ejaculation for up to 40 min, while experiencing countless orgasms. However, despite learning to last quite a while, he always seemed to get annoyed whenever I finally ejaculated. He always felt that I could have lasted longer. Of course many times he was absolutely right. I couldn't help it, I liked ejaculating. Sometimes after 20, or so min, I was simply ready to experience that special feeling of ejaculation. Other times I just could stop ejaculation no matter how hard I tried. He mostly didn't like it when I told him I was going to end it by letting myself ejaculate. After a few days, he started asking me how I felt about anal sex. I had never done it, so I told him I didn't really know. It took him several more days before I finally allowed him to have anal sex with me. He assured me that he would be gentle and go very slowly. I helped him rub Vaseline all over his cock. He then positioned me over some pillows and he initiated me doggy fashion. I remember feeling his hands on my hips, but he was having trouble getting in. I was very tight, and it took him quite a while to open me up. However he going very slowly and he constantly asked if I was feeling any pain. He told me that there might be a little pain, but if it ever got too much to let him know immediately. Then suddenly after several min, his cock just slipped right into me. We both gasped at the suddenness of his cock sliding almost completely in. He then proceeded to fuck me using a slow deliberate rhythm. There's wasn't any pain, and it felt very good. I could watch him thanks to a large mirrored closet opposite the bed. I saw by his facial expressions that it felt good inside me. He moaned quite a bit and it added to my arousal. He kept up his slow rhythm for several min before he finally lost control. He suddenly began humping faster and faster before he spasmed and laid completely on top of me. I could feel his hot cum squirting up inside me. We had sex around 4 times a week during a 3 month period. His wife's side of the bed was often still warm when I got into it, and I could often still smell her in scent in the room which added to my arousal. I always rode on top of him, and he fucked me whenever I let him. I always gave him head, yet he hardly ever sucked me. Although he was probably being very selfish in bed, I really did enjoy riding on top of him, and I really enjoyed sucking him off. After a while he began to get concerned about being caught. Also, every fall, he always took over the NYC store, and wouldn't be around anymore. I started college, and we never got together again. I still relive our sexual relationship when masturbating. 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