I never gave any particular thought to gay or bisexual activities since I was
very happily married for two years to a wonderful woman. Prior to that, I had
been in the Navy and had also graduated from college where all types of sexual
encounters had come to my attention; but I had never taken part in any of them.
After my wife and I we were married, we went to live with my father-in-law, a
widower whose wife died of cancer in the first year of our marriage. Needless
to say, it was a traumatic experience for him since he was very much in love,
but also, I understood he enjoyed a terrific sex life as well. At 46 years of
age, he was in the prime of good health and had a fantastic body.
After our second year of marriage, it was learned that my wife, too had cancer
and was terminal; and soon after she, too, died of cancer. This was something
I couldn’t handle at the age of twenty-six and I thought I would really flip
out. My father-in- law was quite sensitive, considerate and understanding of
my feelings and in the several weeks that followed he became more like an older
brother or friend. He had insisted that I stay on in the house with him.
I was employed as a junior officer at the local bank and he as a high school
physical training instructor. Since he usually returned home before me, he
would make dinner, I would wash the dished, and we shared both household chores
and expenses. This arrangement was working out fine, until one day when I
realized my sex life was gone, and I missed it. My wife was now dead almost
ten months and I discovered that my appetite for sex was enormous.
One warm summer night after supper, we both were watching TV in our jockey
shorts when he decided to go upstairs to shower and go to bed. I sat up a
while longer to watch the late news before hitting the sack. His bedroom was
at the head of the stairs, and I had to pass it to go to my bedroom. When I
decided to go to bed and got to the top of the stairs, the hall light which
shone into my wife’s father’s room reflected him on the bed, totally naked,
beating his meat. I never realized I could get so turned on by watching some
other man masturbate, but I didn’t look away. My cock started to swell from
the reaction and I developed a hard-on that really needed attention.
I hurried into my bedroom and, without turning on my light, peeled off my
shorts and hopped onto my bed. While I thought about the scene I had just
witnessed, I started a slow massage and my penis expanded to its full 7-1/2
inches. I had gradually begun to quicken the pace when, to my surprise, I
looked up to see my father-in-law standing in the doorway.
The hall light beamed down on his body showing his bulging biceps which were
developed over the years, from when he had played college football. I
hesitated at first with embarrassment, but as he approached my bed I noticed
that he had not yet climaxed, since his 9-inch cock jutted out from his belly
like a ram-rod. It was obvious that he was as horny as me, and understandably
so.
As he came nearer to my bed, he began stroking his cock which prompted me to do
likewise. He sat on the edge of my bed and softly asked me if I had come yet.
I nervously answered ‘no’ and was surprised with myself in hoping for some
sexual play with him.
He parted my legs somewhat with his free hand, while the other still held onto
his prick, and raised my buttocks slipping a finger up my asshole. His mouth
came over my cock. My whole body tingled with excitement and I found myself
freely responding to his touches.
My eyes fell on his huge dick and while I had the urge to take it into my
mouth, I took it into my hand instead. It felt so good and my body burned with
desire and passion. As he sucked my straining prick, I massaged his cock in a
similar rhythm.
Suddenly, without saying a word, he removed my cock from his mouth and walked
out of the room.
I was confounded by his departure, but he soon returned with a jar of petroleum
jelly in his hand. Then he laid down next to me and asked me to climb on top
of him. My previous worries soon faded when he told me his anus was coated
with the jelly and asked me to do the same to my cock, coat my penis. After I
did so, he raised his legs and wrapped them around my waist, which in itself
brought me to a new peak of sexual excitement, the likes of which I hadn’t
known in almost two years.
I then asked if he really intended for me to fuck him and he told me that I
shouldn’t be shocked, that many athletes like to get screwed, since it massages
the prostate gland, and so on.
He placed my cock at the opening of his rectum and, as I entered, I was amazed
at how easily I penetrated him. He then started to work his ass up and down,
slowly indicating the rhythm that was to follow. As he went down I came up and
as he came up, I went down. He started kissing my nipples which made me pump a
little faster.
Not being able to control my passion any longer, I placed my mouth on his and
immediately he inserted his tongue. This ecstasy only caused our sexual
arousal to speed up our pace. We fucked with such strength that the mattress
shifted to one side, while we continued with increased tempo.
After a few more moments of this erotic stimulus, I began to feel a flow of my
fluid pour from my balls up through my penis and fill his ass, thrust after
thrust. We started to groan with the relief at which time I felt his hot semen
shoot rhythmically between our bellies.
That was the first night we shared the same bed and have for the past year and
a half. Since that time, he has introduced me to many, many forms of sexual
delights. And, like the household chores, we trade off: sometimes he is the
passive bottom-man, and other times I am. We basically enjoy each other very
much.
Although we go on separate vacations. This only makes our reunion more
compatible, sexual and sensitive, and I feel alive again!