I was finally home. Home alone. Home, alone and horny. I had three roommates at the time, one couple and a really cute 25 year old gal. The couple, Bob and Gloria, were off visiting family in Southern California while Chelsea, was dog-sitting in another town. I finally had the chance to indulge in one of my forbidden desires.

Hello, everyone. My name is Chris. I’m a divorced, 40-year-old father of one. My daughter lived with her mom after the divorce and recently went off to college about an hour away. I’m 6 feet tall and weigh about 200 pounds. I do physical work, so while I’m not cut and toned like a body builder, I’m not pudgy either. I’ve been divorced for nearly ten years now. In the last five, I’ve been exploring some different aspects of sex.

That first year after the divorce was pretty much just fucking my way through the bar scene. I didn’t fuck everything with a pussy, but there was one week I brought home five different women, including two that came together. Yeah, I was really “getting myself out there.”

About three years ago, I had a girlfriend (I believe her name was Vanessa, but we all called her Vee) that was really all about anal. She loved it, and so did I. She was the first one to finger my ass as she went down on me. While it was new in the beginning, by the end of our four month fuck-fest, Vee had started using a vibrator on my ass. It was her that suggested I try the real thing. She ended up moving away for work, and I couldn’t follow as I had to stay near my daughter. While I may have moved on from Vee, I always remembered her suggestion.

About two months after Vee left, I met a couple at a club that brought me home to share. Wife was amazing; killer body, dark curly hair, a laugh that sounded like wine being poured into a crystal glass. Husband was a man, so I wasn’t too concerned with his looks. I found out later that he was packing seven inches of meat in his pants, a mite shorter and slightly thicker than Vee’s vibe. The couple sucked me for a while, both separately and together. It was Wife that first put her finger in my rear, which cause me to moan.

“You like it back there, huh?” she asked.

“God yes. My ex used to shove her vibrator up there,” I replied. They went back to sucking. “She said I should try the real thing.” I was in a daze, couldn’t think clearly. If I had been able to think clearly, the night would probably not have progressed as it did. Wife’s one finger had become two, her eyes watching me bask in the anal attention. She removed her fingers and Husband took over, his hands big and rough in comparison to her soft and slender fingers.

Husband even volunteered himself. “I would love a crack at your ass,” he said after removing my cock from his mouth.

Whatever else had been their intention, the night ended up with me getting railed from behind while Wife urged us on. They were obviously experienced, as they knew what needed to be done to prepare. That first time was uncomfortable psychologically: I mean, it was sex with a guy and I’m not gay. I was, however, in sexual heaven.

His cock felt amazing with each plunge into my rectum. I knew that later I’d be looking for more. In fact, I met up with the couple a few more times in the following months and was able to learn quite a bit from them. Eventually, they needed time for themselves and the visits stopped.

My lust for taking cock did not stop, Mersin Escort however. I still would spend a night or two with a beautiful woman now and then, but I also made sure to schedule myself some man time. Every couple of months or so I would travel about an hour away to the nearest gay bar. Once or twice I actually went home with a guy. Then, about six months ago, I moved in with Chelsea and the couple.

She is one hell of a looker. I had tried getting in her panties, but never had any luck. Since I moved in I had abstained from sex with men. I was really starting to get an itch, an itch that only became more unbearable once Bob and Gloria left for a few weeks and Chelsea told me she’d be out of town for the weekend. I jumped at the chance.

I started by downloading that app. You know the one. I filled out my profile, took a few of risqué pictures (and a couple nudes). My posting was pretty much as follows:

“Looking to bottom. It’s been a while. Can host Fri night after 8. Bring drinks, maybe some flower.”

Short and to the point. Maybe too short. And maybe too much to the point.

I got a few replies, but only one really caught my eye. He was a young kid, maybe twenty, that lived less than a mile away. We messaged back and forth, and by Wednesday I was looking forward to a good hard fuck from Justin.

So here I was, 8:30 on a Friday night, making out with a hunk half my age on the living room couch. He was about my height with dark hair, but I never really looked at his face except when greeting him at the door: it was getting his skin-tight Levi’s off that I was more concerned with. And luckily, he wore slip-ons, so the shoes wouldn’t cause much of an obstacle.

Somewhere along the line these past few years, I realized that men are just as fun to make out with as women. I learned that I loved pleasing men in much the same way I love pleasing women. His shirt was already off and my one hand was playing with his nipples. As I unzipped his jeans, I could tell he was nearly as horny as I was, and I was anxious to get started. However, you never rush things, especially not anal sex. Instead, I concentrated on his moist, full lips and rubbing my face on his freshly shaved cheeks.

We continued to strip each other as we sucked tongues and nibbled necks. It felt so good being naked with a man in the living room. At this point, if Justin had asked, I probably would have been willing to fuck outside. Hell, I was so desperate for his cock I may even have bent over for him in front of the altar during Sunday Mass. I am a bit of an exhibitionist when I’m horny as fuck. As it was, I found myself kneeling in front of him, his six inch tool begging to be sucked. Of course, I obliged. Sucking cock only helps me get even more wanton for a good anal pounding, plus the saliva helps add some extra lubrication.

Before long, he had me on my back on the sofa, ass raised, as he added his own saliva to my desperate asshole. I could feel my ass winking at him every time he pulled his tongue away. I could hardly bear waiting any longer, and I told him so.

“Please, just get your cock up my ass,” I begged. Without a protest, Justin placed his cock at my rear entrance and eased his way in slowly.

I finally got a glimpse of his piercing, steel grey eyes. Lust filled them, and victory. There was a slight smirk to the determined look on his Mersin Escort Bayan face. When our eyes met, I knew he could taste my soul.

The torturous wait was nearly over. I could feel every vein of his member as it gradually passed my outer ring. He took his time, making sure I wasn’t in any pain. He needn’t have worried much (I’d taken longer and thicker cocks before), but it had been a while, so the patience I didn’t want to have was a blessing. After a few moments of letting my hole adjust, he began his in-and-out at a deliberate speed. I was being fucked and I felt great.

I didn’t hear the lock turn. I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t hear the steps through the kitchen, nor even the melodic humming of my oblivious roommate as she entered the shared living room.

Justin was pounding my ass hard when I finally heard evidence that we weren’t alone. What I heard was her quick inhalation as her eyes told her a very sexual story.

“Ho. Ly. SHIT!!!” It was Chelsea. “What the FUCK, Chris?”

She sounded a bit angry, but with excitement mixed in.

“Oh, fuck,” I exclaimed. But Justin didn’t stop. He was far too close to completing his breeding of my ass to care who was there and watching. “Justin…”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. On the other hand, Justin did finish. He growled as he slammed his cock one last time, this time deeper than any before. I could feel each spasm of his phallus as he pumped my bowels full of his seed. The sensations caused my own cock to convulse involuntarily, in turn causing a white sticky mess all over my belly and chest.

“I’m SO glad my plans got canceled. Fuck! Chris, I didn’t know you liked guys!”

“Chelsea,” I began. “This is Justin. Um…”

“Hi, Justin. Looks like you guys are having fun. I’ll be in my room. Knock when you’ve cleaned the sofa.”

“Nice to meet you, Chelsea. You got one hell of a fuck for a roommate,” Justin nodded my way without looking at her. They both chuckled and my face reddened.

“I may just have to find out for myself.”

I could see the lust in Chelsea’s eyes, but she didn’t let her gaze linger on his cock in my ass for more than a few moments.

“Don’t rush on my behalf. If there’s more to cum…” She paused to indicate the pun was intended. “I won’t mind. And as much as I’d love to watch…”

“He told me he was going to ride my cock until dawn. And I don’t mind an audience.” My ass was barely empty of his cock, but I could see Justin was ready for a second round. Now, there he was, offering to let my roommate watch as I wantonly slammed my depraved ass onto his beautiful erection. Really? I’m supposed to give a show?

“Justin…” I started.

“Save it. You’re my piece of ass until I empty these balls completely. Then, maybe, I’ll leave.”

I didn’t pay attention as Chelsea sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. I didn’t even care. Justin had started lightly stroking my deflated member with his finger tips and I could feel the need to have my ass stuffed rekindle.

He sat himself on the sofa and turned on the TV. I didn’t take long to place my feet on either side of him. He grabbed my ass and pulled my dripping cock to his mouth. I nearly came again as he spread my cheeks, obviously for Chelsea’s benefit, showing off my gaping asshole dripping his cum. I heard a purr from Chelsea’s direction, Escort Mersin but it didn’t stop me. It didn’t slow me down, either. In fact, it merely intensified the urgency I felt. I extracted my cock from Justin’s mouth and lowered my cum lubed hole onto his steel shaft.

“That’s right,” he whispered. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Impale that sexy ass of yours. Show your roommate how much you really are a slut for dick.”

Each word from his mouth motivated me to work that much harder to please him. Each thrust forced more blood to my own cock. Once I was good and hard, Justin had my raise off him and turn around.

“I’d rather watch your ass at work. And I’m sure Miss Chelsea over there would love to see just how much this cock up your ass turns you on.” Which elicited another, louder purr from Chelsea.

I put on a show. My erection flopped up and down with my movements. I ground my ass on his member with lust and fervor. I loved hearing the squishy sound of his cock plunging deep into my ass, punctuated by a slap every time my cock smacked my belly.

I finally let myself look over at Chelsea and noticed she was helping herself to a good time. She was watching the two of us, concentrating on the point of penetration. And her pants were around her ankles, her knees raised and spread, giving her unfettered access to strum her clitoris. I could smell her arousal and it merely quickened my own climax.

She looked up and our eyes met. Her eyes were on fire. She smiled lasciviously. Then, she bit her lower lip and her eyes closed, her head flew back, her hand stopped moving. She cried out.

Moments later, my cock erupted, sending semen flying all around. My ass tensed and twitched. I could feel Justin’s cock get bigger. His hands grabbed my hips and forced me down on his manhood. As I looked down between my legs, I could swear I saw his balls spasming with the release of their treasured fluid. I was completely exhausted and would likely have collapsed to the floor had it not been for Justin’s grip. Instead, after his orgasm subsided, he eased me off and lowered me to the cushioned sofa.

Spent, he sat there a few moments. Not one of us spoke. The three of us were individually consumed by post-coital satisfaction: Justin sitting with his deflating cock, legs spread; Chelsea looking like a rag doll in her chair, arms wide and head back; and me, my head on the arm of the sofa, abused ass still leaking the evidence of Justin’s orgasm.

Justin was the first to recover. He got up, smacked my ass affectionately, and made his way to the bathroom. Chelsea waited until the door closed.

“We’ve got a lot to talk about. Not least of which is how you convince me to not tell Bob and Gloria that you’ve been using their place to bring home random bootie calls.” She chuckled at the obvious pun as I moaned in oblivious, blissfull satisfaction. “And also, how can we do this again? Though, obviously, we’ll need a few hours to rejuvenate.”

My mind made a connection somewhere and I was aware again.

“Wait. You want to do this again?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, and maybe without the other guy.” She stood and grabbed her clothing, not bothering to put anything back on. “You do still want to fuck me. Right?” I love my roommate. “And to think all I came home for was a clean pair of socks…”

I watched her ass as she sauntered down the hallway to her room. When she got to her doorway, she looked back over her shoulder, finger at her lips, her heart shaped ass stuck out provocatively. I felt my loins stirring, ready for another go. God, I really do love ass. Maybe I finally found someone that wanted what I wanted? Sexually at least.