Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 03:01:37 -0400
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: I Got It In the End

I am a married man. I love my wife and intend
to stay married. But I have strong feelings for
men. I know other married men sometimes feel
this way because of all the emails I've
received since I started writing about my
experiences. This is another true story.


I checked into a large hotel in a small city at
about 5:15 pm. I put my bags in my room and
set off to explore the hotel. It was pretty
nice so I was surprised when I went into the
men's room off the lobby and saw it was old and
poorly maintained. The lights were dim, it
needed to be painted, and it smelled a bit. But
in its favor the stalls had peep holes.

The hole were too small to put a cock through
but large enough that with no effort, if I
wanted to, it was easy to see the dicks on
either side of me. And, if seated, they could
see my cock, too.

I say, if seated, because one man was standing.
He stood in front of the toilet but he had not
taken out his dick. Instead he stood there and
groped his package through his blue jeans. To
me, that was very interesting. He knew I was
watching him. He showed off for me. Then with
his hand he signaled for me to come over. When
I entered the stall I saw he was a about 30
years old and nice looking with a nice body.
(When this happened I had just turned 40 and
was feeling old that day.) I squeezed his young
crotch through his blue jeans. He was hard. His
erection flattered me. I attempted to pull down
his zipper. "Not here!" he said like I was
crazy. "Do you have a room?" he whispered. I
did and I chose to trust him.

He and I walked together. In my room, he sat in
a big chair and I sat on the corner of the bed,
very near him. We talked for a few minutes. He
told me his name was Charles and he lived close
by and that he occasionally came to the hotel
to find men with whom to have sex.

While he was talking, his dick grew large in
his pants. It was painfully obvious. It drew me
to kneel in front of him. I mouthed his dick
through his jeans.  Then I released his cock.

It was a nice thick sausage. It was perfectly
shaped and plump. It was so appealing I did
something I rarely do. Since I am married and
don't want to bring anything home, I usually
refrain from sucking cock. But this one I
couldn't resist.  My lips wrapped themselves
around his meat. It tasted delicious. I savored
a man in my mouth.

I sucked him for a long time and then he put me
on the bed and sucked me. He asked if I had
ever been fucked before. I said "no" and he
dropped the topic. A few minutes later I asked
him, "When you meet businessmen do they want
you to fuck them?" "Sometimes," he replied
enthusiastically and then he started telling me
about a businessman he fucked in the hotel just
a week before. His story visibly aroused both
of us. "Would you like me to fuck you?" Charles
asked.

I didn't know what to say. I was afraid of
getting a disease. I was afraid of the pain.
But I wanted his perfect and fat dick in my
ass. I wanted to feel a man fuck me. I had read
about it and now I had a chance to experience
it. "I have a condom," he offered. I
said, "Yes."

As he walked across the room toward the
bathroom he stripped off his clothes. I heard
him pee, which is a pleasant sound when I have
a man in the privacy of my hotel room. He
returned naked. Proud of his body, Charles
stood at the foot of the bed, as he slowly
rolled the condom onto his great looking dick.
I took off all of my clothes for this man.

I told him it was a first fuck for me and that
I would do anything he wanted. I asked him to
not let it hurt. He told me it would hurt a
little and he would be gentle.

He had me lie on my back on that big
comfortable hotel bed. Naked. He positioned
himself over me as a man lies atop a woman.
That felt great. Then he reached between our
legs, grabbed his hard, hard cook and guided it
to my ass hole. He directed me to move my hips
so his dick would comfortable reach my ass. The
condom was lubricated. Lovingly he pushed the
mushroom cap of his dick into my tight
virgin hole.

The sensation excited me. My 6" dick, already
rock hard with anticipation, somehow seemed to
swell to greater heights. As he gently pushed
into me it felt electrifying. Waves of pleasure
washed over me. When his dick head was in past
the muscle ring, the sensation shifted.
Suddenly my ass felt full like I had to
shit. I knew I did not but my ass -- on its
own -- pushed him out. He pushed back in.
Again, my muscles pushed him out.
Involuntarily, I expelled him several times. He
laughed and told me to resist the urge
to "shit". I concentrated on relaxing. He slid
inside of me and pushed deeper.

The sensation shifted again. It started to hurt
like a bastard.

I didn't want him to stop but I wanted it to be
over. I squirmed under him. He knew I was
uncomfortable. Charles shifted his position a
bit for my sake but I squirmed more trying to
make it not sting so bad. He pulled out and
asked me to turn onto my stomach. He said it
would feel better for me. I did as he directed
and he again pushed his strong dick into my
tight hole. It still hurt just as much.

I buried my face in the pillow. Deep into the
pillow I shouted in pain. I hated what was
happening and I loved it. I hurt! But at the
same time it felt fantastic! I made
indescribable noises in the depths of the
pillow. I didn't want to be heard outside the
room but I know I was loud enough to
be. "Shhhhh! Shhhhh!" he said. "Do you want me
to stop?" he asked in a rushed whisper? "No,
No, keep going," I said. "I want you to fuck
me." He assured me he would stop if I
wanted. "It's OK," he said. He cared about my
feelings. "Fuck me!" I screamed into the
pillow's guts.

He slid in and out of my besieged ass. And the
sensation changed. It didn't hurt so much. I
could feel his male thickness in my chute and I
no longer tried to expel him. I wanted him to
be there in me. Deep in me. I welcomed him
inside of me. I wanted to be fucked by a man.
Into the pillow I murmured, "It feels
fantastic. It feels so fucking good." I moved
my ass in rhythm with his dick. We fucked.
Bizarrely, for a moment I thought, "I
understand
how a woman feels holding her man's cock deep
in her cunt. Spiritual." I experienced a moment
of deep wisdom. (So it seemed at the time.)

Just a minute or two later he whispered he was
on the verge of cumming. "Yes! Cum in me!" I
screamed into the pillow. I wanted the complete
experience. His pumping motion changed from
careful and loving to getting his rocks off. He
pounded me. On an upstroke he froze. He
quivered. He shot his load into the pre-lubed
condom that slathered my prostate. He expelled
his sperm into me and then withdrew.

If I had been a female praying mantis I would
have eaten the bastard for putting me through
that.

I was shaking. I turned over on my back. He
kneeled tall between my legs. His proud dick
was still as stiff as a flagpole. The wet
condom, heavy at the tip with his captured cum
load, swayed like Santa's cap. I didn't know
what I felt. I had a sudden urge to go take a
dump but I knew my bowels were empty. I wanted
to hug him but I also wanted him to leave.

He asked me if I needed to cum. Surprisingly
(to me) my cock went soft early in the fuck and
stayed soft. "No," I said. "I'm OK." Neither of
us said anything further so he got off the bed
and returned to the bathroom. Next thing I knew
water was running in the sink and he cleaned
himself with my towels. He returned with a wet
washcloth for me. Luckily he was a great guy --
considerate and conscientious. Charles dressed
quickly and left.

I lay on the bed still shaking but very, very
happy for the experience. Only a married bi man
can appreciate this: I was excited that my ass
had been fucked by another man. I thought about
what had just happened. I relived every
moment, maneuver and feeling. In my mind I
repeated every scrap of conversation. My dick
got hard! I was excited. I thought of jacking
off but instead I got dressed. It was only 6 pm
and I was hungry.

I'll spare you the details but I sat in the
restaurant grinning like a guy with a huge,
terrific secret. And no one around me knew.
Also, my butt hole felt so stretched open I
felt I could pass a tennis ball.

I should end my story here but something else
happened and I want to share it with you.
Here's the epilog.

I felt sexually energized. I felt recharged. I
hungered for sex with another man. I returned
to the shabby men's room to see if there was
anyone worthwhile in there. It was empty. This
time I sat in the stall next to the row of
urinals. Of course, there was a peep hole.

I wasn't seated but a few minutes when
two muscled farm boys (late teens) stepped up
to the urinals and innocently peed. The one
closer to me turned away from his friend
(modest?) and faced me a bit. I had a
clear view of his young dick. OK, I felt a
little creepy spying on them. But when the
other left to wash his hands, the one that had
turned toward me stayed and slowly began
stroking his meat. After a full minute the one
who washed his hands was still at the sinks
(they were around a corner and out of sight)
and he called out, "You ok?" The boy who
was jacking called back, "You go ahead. I'll be
a minute." When we heard the door close behind
his friend, the wanker beat off, facing my peep
hole. He knew what he was doing. He gave me a
show. I would like to have taken him upstairs
to feel his dick inside me but I knew that
wasn't going to happen so I contented
myself to watch and enjoy his performance.

After he left, I got to be a voyeur and
surreptitiously watch a half dozen other guys
pee. They made no overt sexual moves so it
wasn't meeting my needs. I jacked off on the
men's room floor, called it a night and headed
upstairs to my room and a solid night's rest. I
was a new man. I had been fucked.


P.S. This was in Owensboro, KY, in 1995. I have
since been back to the hotel and they have
totally remodeled the men's room. Sadly, no
more
peep holes or easy encounters at that hotel.
The above is a true story. I am enjoying
writing about some of the encounters I have
experienced. I hope you enjoy reading them. I'd
like to hear about your adventures. Over 100
guys have written. I welcome your e-mails:
Skybolt@canoemail.com