I ran into that guy at mall a few times when I was wondering there with my friend. My friend introduced me to him and his wife. That guy was definitely my type--chubby, goatee, and hairy. I didn't think too much about his sexuality because his wife was always with him. I just thought he was just a gay friendly nice guy.

One day, my friend asked me if I could fix his friend's computer and if it's OK that he gave my phone number to his friend, so he would explain what's the problem. A few days later, I received his phone call. He said that we met at mall with my friend...blah blah blah. I told him that I remembered him and I would do my best to fix his computer, but no guarantee. He asked me if I could come over to his house to see the computer since he didn't know how to explain what the problem was. Since I was free on that weekend, I agreed to check his computer.

On that Saturday morning, I drove to his place. He opened the door with a big smile on his face. What really caught my attention wasn't that charming big smile, but his hairy chubby body. He didn't wear shirt, but only a pair of long pants. I tried not to look at his big belly, but asked where was the computer.

When he was leading me to his computer room, he said that his wife was out of town and he finally got a chance to work on his stuff and how unfortunately the computer died on him. Feeling a little strange why he volunteered to tell me so much in detail. Before I had a chance to say anything, he pointed his computer under his desk and said, "That one."

I sit on the floor in front of his computer, and turned on the computer. I told him that his hard drive might have been died. He passed me the screwdriver, and I had to crawl under his desk in order to reach the back of his computer. It was a little dark under the desk. I was about to ask for a flashlight, he already came in with one in his hand.

I was on my knees and tried to open the computer case, and he was squatting behind me holding the flashlight. I could feel his belly was against to my ass. I took over the flashlight and tried to take a good look at his computer. While I was wondering why the hard disk didn't work, I noticed the power was not connecting to the hard drive. That explained a lot. I might have found the problem. I turned around and saw he already dropped his pants.
Looking up, I saw he was jerking. Kept looking up, a nice hairy big belly was hanging there waiting for me to kiss. Kept looking up, I found he was looking at me with a weird expression on his face.... no smiles, no emotion. I had a very big hard on with such a nice chubby hairy body standing in front of me naked.

I was sitting on the floor and looking at him. His face didn't look friendly and simply asked if I wanted to get fucked. ... He helped me to take my shirt and pants off, forced me to the floor and started fucking me from behind. I felt really good and looked like he really knew how to fuck asses.

I moan a lot, and this did make him excited. He was a little dominant and tried to fuck me in different ways. I never realize how strong he was until he asked me to put my arms around his shoulder and wrap my legs around his belly. That was my fist time got fucked in a "standing" position... he started walking to his bedroom with his cock still in my ass.

I still prefer to get fucked on a bed. I laid on my back and he held my legs and fucked really hard.... pretty soon, we both were off. He laid next to me. His body was all sweat. That was the most beautiful thing in the world. We laid there for about ten minutes without saying anything.

I decided to clean myself a little and get dressed. Thinking maybe it was about time to go home and I should let him know that I was leaving. As I went back to his bedroom door, I saw him was still lying there and looking at ceiling. The atmosphere was a little strange. I said, "That was nice, thank you. I'm leaving." He didn't answer, but still laying there looking at ceiling.

Got out of his house, got in my car, I just had the greatest fuck of my life, but I felt sad.

After I got home, the picture of him lying in bed looking at ceiling was still vivid.

We still ran into each other at mall sometimes and still say hi to each other, but the smile, the expression, and the feeling I feel from him is no longer as happy as it was.

I didn't tell my friend about this, and I bet someone didn't tell his wife, either.

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The first guy I ever had sex with was married, basically the guy loved to suck my teenage cock completely dry (I was 17 at the time) but would let me fuck him in the ass on occasion... Well one time I was at his house in the garage getting my cock sucked, I was holding off cumming because I'd told him I wanted some ass but he didn't want to take it in the ass but wanted it down the throat...Well here his wife comes driving in the driveway outside the garage. She wouldn't be able to see us but would want help with groceries obviously... The guy stopped sucking as he didn't want the wife to catch him but I told him not to stop, that I needed to CUM (he had been sucking me going on something like 5 minutes by this time) he says that he can't have ANY on his face and would have to swallow it... I told him to SUCK... Well within maybe 15 seconds I let myself go ahead and CUM and this guy is deepthroating my cock. His wife was outside the garage calling for him and he's got my big cock down his throat swallowing all my spunk... I came a LOT that day too. After I finish he gets up and tells her he's coming. I snuck out the door on the other side of the garage and walked back to my car which I'd parked a block away....

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The first married guy I played with was a guy at a cruising spot in the woods. We were both hanging out waiting for some action. I was sporting huge wood which could be seen through my thin shorts. He came along and "accidentally" brushed up against my cock with his hand. I walked by him and did the same. He then pulled out his cock, and we both started to suck each other. His cock was good sized, and since I don't get dick very often, I had him fuck me right there on the path. He filled me up, and massaged my prostate with his boner until big globs of cum started leaking out. He blew his load in my ass and he let out loud moans while doing it! He turned around and bent over for me to return the favor. The globs of cum oozing from my cock served as lube, and I slid into him easily. I was pretty horny, and it didn't take long before I blew my load in his ass. After we were both spent, and cleaning up, I noticed he had a wedding ring, as did I. I asked if he was married, and he told me that he loved having sex with his wife, but from time to time he needed a cock, ass or mouth to satisfy his manly urges. We played again off and on at this spot, but eventually, he stopped meeting me there, and I had to find new playmates.

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First married guy I ever played with was a guy I had been having sex with for years. We started fooling around young and never stopped.

But he told me before he got married that he was going to be faithful and not cheat on her - I told him I would miss our fun but that I understood and respected his position and I would never try and get him to cheat unless he wanted to.

Fast forward a couple of years and he was in town and we met up for dinner. He kept talking about how great his wife was but hinting that she was not the best cock sucker he ever had...

After dinner I took him back to his hotel and he asked if I wanted to come in for a few - he flopped down on the bed and started talking about hotel porn channels.

What he wanted was clear - but I also did not want to be blamed if he started feeling guilty. So I told him I always loved our fooling around but I had told him before he got married what he was or wasn't comfortable doing would be up to him. He unbuttoned his pants and said that if he just received it isn't like really cheating...

And each time I have seen him since then it has been easier and easier...

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Jonn3, I envy you! I wish I would have had a regular fuck buddy in my younger years, especially before I got married. There is so much fun I could have been having between (and during) relationships with my girlfriends. I really wish I had a next door neighbor whom I could become best friends with. That way, I could be hanging out in the garage with my neighbor, or even go "fishing" with him, and nobody would suspect a thing.

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In a lot of ways it was easier than when we were older - there was not the same fear of it being "gay" because we were sure we would "out grow it" once we had regular girlfriends.

Once we did start getting laid it was a bit more difficult to "justify" in our minds - but by that time we were both so used to it we kept going.

The frustrating ones were the buddies that did over the years "out grow it"

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Jonn, I can assure you, that I never outgrew it! My carnal desires for cock, ass, mouth, etc, have only grown stronger. I have no feelings or concerns that I am "gay." I firmly understand I am bisexual, and that is just the way it is. The only thing I have to deal with is the fact I have to seek out male companionship on the DL. When my wife and I were swingers, we played with fully bi couples, and my needs were satisfied. Quite often, she spent most of her time eating pussy while I was sucking and fucking the husband. Sometimes we swapped spouses, but that was after we had our fill of the same sex. Now, I don't get that. I find myself checking guys out like I do the women. I am not ashamed of it, but I do realize it is a sign that I need more cock and ass in my life. Just last night we went to dinner. We had a cute little waitress with a rocking body and a hot ass. I was hard under the table thinking about her and how I wanted to bang her on the table. Then I saw this tall, handsome black waiter. He had the typical round ghetto booty. Fucking hard ass, and beautifully toned body! I was definitely crotch watching to see if I could see the imprint of his black tool. At one point, I think he may have noticed me. This is my life these days. I am good with it, I just wish I could meet up with a guy to be my best friend. That way, when we go hunting, fishing, or some other "guy stuff," my wife won't suspect we are also sucking and fucking. I would much rather have a regular buddy, than to have to keep searching.

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I never did either - but unfortunately growing up a number of buddies did. They might have been into playing around sometimes once at a sleepover and never again - others for a couple of years until they got a regular girlfriend and then it was "We were just fooling around back then - I have a girlfriend now" making it clear that since they could now have straight sex - they were not interested anymore.



That was always the greatest situation - when you were friends - real friends - but also sex buddies. Could be out shooting hoops talking about girls from school - next thing we were both horny and "take a break" from the game - go behind the garage and take care of each other - then back to the game!

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Yes!!! This is my idea of the perfect fuck buddy! I am not "gay," I just need some manly sex once in a while. I feel almost like the Spartans in Greece. They had sex all the time, and it was considered part of being a man - to just give in to one's urges and get relief. It didn't mean anything, nor did it take away from their masculinity.

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It is amazing how in ancient Greece and Italy there was no stigma about gay sex - it was about the physical pleasure.

Top or bottom it was about men having the pleasure of men.

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