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Sex Stories - A True Story - 2 Oct 2026
Here’s a very quick one I thought I’d share, just because it was very recent and such a fun and kinky experience.
A couple of weeks ago had a work trip to Melbourne for an event where the three days allotted became two, giving me some flexibility to make arrangements with a guy I’ve been meaning to catch up with since we lost contact following those tumultuous covid years.
He’s late 60s married to a lovely woman (who I’ve met) and like me, just loves some male-to-male fun every so often, but has to play it lowkey. We used to catch up down at his place at Mount Eliza whenever I was over for work. His wife would be at work and we could spend an hour or two with him exploring the depth of my asshole with his superb mature cock, before sending me back on the plane to Adelaide with a gaping hole and a couple of load of sperm pumped deep inside me. He was always intense, even a bit pushy, and I liked that. It felt a bit risqué and he made me feel that cross of shame and pleasure that's so addictive for me. So I was excited to catch up again.
This time we met at a pub in the city and for me being out of my home city it felt super relaxed. He looked good, even better than I remember, ticking the boxes for my sexy older man checklist with a slightly fuller figure and a natural look, but very neatly presented. He had that same look in his eye I remembered and the way he looked at me I instantly felt all coy and sexy.
A couple of drinks in, a few good laughs and that eye contact smouldering, we decided the gay lust exceeded our hunger for a meal, so after a big wet somewhat breathless tongue kiss in the lift where I could feel his hard cock through his pants pressing into my abdomen, I invited him back to my hotel for a pre-dinner fuck.
I was able to upgrade my accommodation to a suite in the city that had a fantastic view, so the setting was upmarket and within a few mounted of kissing and fondling he had me naked on the bed with his face between my bum cheeks eating my asshole and saying lovely things about how much he loves my taste and he sucked on my pussy like he was giving my sphincter a headjob, so hard I felt a rush of warmth and tingle as he numbed out my entrance and started to fill it with his wide fingers. It was a slightly frenzied assault that I welcomed and it reminded me of the intensity he always had brought to these hot dalliances.
He had me half upside down kneeling up at my bum and fingering down into my arched back with my bum pointing to the ceiling. His cock was out of my sight but it was like a bone pressing into my lower back and I reached around and grabbed it in my hand and it was so incredibly hard. He was obviously very excited to be there! As we I to be fair and my gay pussy just opened up for him and he was four fingers into me alternating between digits and his mouth making me tingle and moan. He manoeuvred around and pushed his cock between my lips and right down the back of my throat until I gagged. Oh yes that’s the cock I remember, wilful, even a bit forceful, and he knew I would respond to that as I always have by indulging him.
He actively fucked my mouth, and I was concentrating on not choking so hard I didn’t notice at first that he’d buried his whole hand in my asshole. I’m deep throating his cock with his fist in my cunt that has prematurely surrendered to him and as tight and full as I felt I was involuntarily grinding my hips against his hand urging him deeper into me. He had obtained full control of me in the space of a few minutes, and I had surrendered bot my holes to him to exploit. That was just how we had rolled four or five years earlier, and this was much the same, but the intensity had been upped by a significant factor.
He spat right in my face and called me a whore. I don’t think a man has ever done that quite the way he did, or at least since I was a dumb twenty-year-old who deserved the title. And the treatment. This was something else, He was mature and experienced, and he had me pinned by both orifices. And he was right! I was a whore. Here in a $600 a night penthouse in fifties now with a. man almost fifteen years my senior fist-fucking my ass clean from a standing start, no lube, no pre-fuck stretching. Just slut vibes from a natural gay whore. It massively turned me on.
He removed his hand from my hungry gay fuck funnel and we shuffled around so I was on top to lower myself onto that beautiful penis of his. And of course it didn’t have any issues going into me raw and bare. I rode his cock and slid up and down tightening my pussy around him as I propped myself up to squat and get some mileage on the length of his tool that felt like a homecoming for us both I think. He pinched hard on my nipples and pulled at my balls, dismissing my hard cock as irrelevant to his desires which always came first, and I liked that about him.
We swapped positions so he could fuck me doggy and really get some bum slapping, cock punching action going as I held my cheeks apart as wide as I could and buried my head into the fresh hotel sheets. He pumped away and called me names, my hole aching for him to ejaculate inside me. And then he did, with a loud maon and a final thrust that locked his cock into my bowels and I felt the pulses as he sperm-washed my guts full of gay cum that I had needed from him for far too long.
Of course, still horny as a spring evening, a quickly obliged with a fresh ass to mouth suck clean and pulled my cock pathetically hard and unfulfilled form the desire to serve him and then I cum into my own hand I duly swallowed it too for him, which I know he would’ve demanded from me anyway. There was a moment to catch our breath then my duty to him wasn’t finished until we headed to the bathroom for him to kneel me in the shower and give me a full pissing on, into my mouth and all over my hair and body. It seemed to go on and on this warm golden shower that we had always ended up with as our ritual of my submission and it felt entirely appropriate that when it ended I was left to clean up in the bathroom and then returned to the living space to find him gone. No note. No thanks. Just a vacant space inside me holes where he had been, an asshole full of cum, tummy-full of piss, a messed up bed and a half drunk beer. Probably the perfect metaphor really. And all of that in under an hour!
A couple of weeks ago had a work trip to Melbourne for an event where the three days allotted became two, giving me some flexibility to make arrangements with a guy I’ve been meaning to catch up with since we lost contact following those tumultuous covid years.
He’s late 60s married to a lovely woman (who I’ve met) and like me, just loves some male-to-male fun every so often, but has to play it lowkey. We used to catch up down at his place at Mount Eliza whenever I was over for work. His wife would be at work and we could spend an hour or two with him exploring the depth of my asshole with his superb mature cock, before sending me back on the plane to Adelaide with a gaping hole and a couple of load of sperm pumped deep inside me. He was always intense, even a bit pushy, and I liked that. It felt a bit risqué and he made me feel that cross of shame and pleasure that's so addictive for me. So I was excited to catch up again.
This time we met at a pub in the city and for me being out of my home city it felt super relaxed. He looked good, even better than I remember, ticking the boxes for my sexy older man checklist with a slightly fuller figure and a natural look, but very neatly presented. He had that same look in his eye I remembered and the way he looked at me I instantly felt all coy and sexy.
A couple of drinks in, a few good laughs and that eye contact smouldering, we decided the gay lust exceeded our hunger for a meal, so after a big wet somewhat breathless tongue kiss in the lift where I could feel his hard cock through his pants pressing into my abdomen, I invited him back to my hotel for a pre-dinner fuck.
I was able to upgrade my accommodation to a suite in the city that had a fantastic view, so the setting was upmarket and within a few mounted of kissing and fondling he had me naked on the bed with his face between my bum cheeks eating my asshole and saying lovely things about how much he loves my taste and he sucked on my pussy like he was giving my sphincter a headjob, so hard I felt a rush of warmth and tingle as he numbed out my entrance and started to fill it with his wide fingers. It was a slightly frenzied assault that I welcomed and it reminded me of the intensity he always had brought to these hot dalliances.
He had me half upside down kneeling up at my bum and fingering down into my arched back with my bum pointing to the ceiling. His cock was out of my sight but it was like a bone pressing into my lower back and I reached around and grabbed it in my hand and it was so incredibly hard. He was obviously very excited to be there! As we I to be fair and my gay pussy just opened up for him and he was four fingers into me alternating between digits and his mouth making me tingle and moan. He manoeuvred around and pushed his cock between my lips and right down the back of my throat until I gagged. Oh yes that’s the cock I remember, wilful, even a bit forceful, and he knew I would respond to that as I always have by indulging him.
He actively fucked my mouth, and I was concentrating on not choking so hard I didn’t notice at first that he’d buried his whole hand in my asshole. I’m deep throating his cock with his fist in my cunt that has prematurely surrendered to him and as tight and full as I felt I was involuntarily grinding my hips against his hand urging him deeper into me. He had obtained full control of me in the space of a few minutes, and I had surrendered bot my holes to him to exploit. That was just how we had rolled four or five years earlier, and this was much the same, but the intensity had been upped by a significant factor.
He spat right in my face and called me a whore. I don’t think a man has ever done that quite the way he did, or at least since I was a dumb twenty-year-old who deserved the title. And the treatment. This was something else, He was mature and experienced, and he had me pinned by both orifices. And he was right! I was a whore. Here in a $600 a night penthouse in fifties now with a. man almost fifteen years my senior fist-fucking my ass clean from a standing start, no lube, no pre-fuck stretching. Just slut vibes from a natural gay whore. It massively turned me on.
He removed his hand from my hungry gay fuck funnel and we shuffled around so I was on top to lower myself onto that beautiful penis of his. And of course it didn’t have any issues going into me raw and bare. I rode his cock and slid up and down tightening my pussy around him as I propped myself up to squat and get some mileage on the length of his tool that felt like a homecoming for us both I think. He pinched hard on my nipples and pulled at my balls, dismissing my hard cock as irrelevant to his desires which always came first, and I liked that about him.
We swapped positions so he could fuck me doggy and really get some bum slapping, cock punching action going as I held my cheeks apart as wide as I could and buried my head into the fresh hotel sheets. He pumped away and called me names, my hole aching for him to ejaculate inside me. And then he did, with a loud maon and a final thrust that locked his cock into my bowels and I felt the pulses as he sperm-washed my guts full of gay cum that I had needed from him for far too long.
Of course, still horny as a spring evening, a quickly obliged with a fresh ass to mouth suck clean and pulled my cock pathetically hard and unfulfilled form the desire to serve him and then I cum into my own hand I duly swallowed it too for him, which I know he would’ve demanded from me anyway. There was a moment to catch our breath then my duty to him wasn’t finished until we headed to the bathroom for him to kneel me in the shower and give me a full pissing on, into my mouth and all over my hair and body. It seemed to go on and on this warm golden shower that we had always ended up with as our ritual of my submission and it felt entirely appropriate that when it ended I was left to clean up in the bathroom and then returned to the living space to find him gone. No note. No thanks. Just a vacant space inside me holes where he had been, an asshole full of cum, tummy-full of piss, a messed up bed and a half drunk beer. Probably the perfect metaphor really. And all of that in under an hour!
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