I was a gay playboy. I frequented gay bars, looking for my next mark. When I spotted a good-looking guy, my mouth would go dry. (Thank the gods for drinks!) In that moment, I knew I would be chatting up my next lay, who might even turn out to be my next boyfriend. Later, I cruised the free online dating sites, looking for the same.
I met my husband on a paid subscription webpage. It's true what they say: You get what you pay for. When you pay a site, you find much better guys who are looking for something more. It only took me two weeks to find David. We instantly clicked, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and it was obvious that we had found the love above all loves.
We've been together for five years now, and contrary to popular belief, the sex is far from vanilla. Every time we get it on, it's a gift from the gods. First, David is built. When I caress his thick, hairy chest --my fatal fetish-- I instantly get an erection.
I've slept with plenty of Greek gods before, because that's my type, but I would always steel myself. Some were boyfriend material, and some were not, but not a one of them was serious enough to marry. David is different. We love each other beyond measure. There's no holding back.
We engage in a lot --and I mean a lot-- of foreplay. You could even call it a ritual, but never boring. We service our nips and shafts, and occasionally teabag each other. We have to negotiate our ticklish spots. For me, it's the frenulum, the underside spot just below my dickhead and pee-hole.
When I was just starting out, a guy's tongue would tickle the Devil out of it, but over the years, I've gotten a lot better at enjoying being sucked. David's weakness is his balls. I can lick and suck one ball at a time, but taking both of his jewels in my mouth sends him to the Moon. He's starting to get more accustomed to it, though.
Anyway, we're versatile. We both love to fuck and be fucked. We start slow, but later build up speed. The catcher loves the prostate pounding, and the pitcher enjoys the fast stimulation of the shaft. Also, even though our balls retract during sex, they still bounce around somewhat, due to fast jackhammer fucking. I love when my balls bounce. It feels me feel like a man.
We've fucked hundreds of times, but each time is like the first time. It's as if we're consummating our lust that first fateful afternoon. Yes, we lived in sin for three months, before getting married, but many couples gay and straight sample the merchandise, before taking the plunge. (You have to make sure you're sexually compatible.)
At any rate, sometimes, we have cause-and-effect ejaculations. One of us plays pitcher and cums inside the catcher, who, in turn, feels the squirts inside and cums himself. Other times, just pounding the prostate makes the catcher cum earlier that the pitcher. Sometimes, one or both of us have enough dry orgasms that we don't need to cum. On rare occasions, we cum at the same time.
All in all, sex between us is a mystical combination of nothing and everything. Free from clothes and jewelry, we are naked men stripped down to our bare essentials. We have nothing but our hands, mouths, and dicks to pleasure each other.
In our naked nothingness, we enjoy each other as men, we fuck fast and hard, we cease to be individuals, and we become one flesh --something larger than ourselves. We feel spiritual, a gay male love sanctified by the gods. We continue that glorious tradition of the ancients, who worshiped the ideal love between two males.
As they fucked, we fuck. Our man sex is surprisingly normal, natural, and healthy, but it's also the highest expression of male bonding. From our separate, naked bodies, we create the masculine love we yearned for in our younger years.
Of course, another advantage of homosexuality is the freedom from fear of unintended reproduction. It was an ancient, celebrated form of birth control. Nowadays, with modern crowding, gay sex in general is making a comeback.
I have always been a connoisseur of male beauty. To me, watching two men kiss is the most beautiful thing in the world. So, David and I engage in pagan worship of our naked bodies. We sleep naked, we fuck naked, and we walk around the house naked. We revel in our nude bodies, which were created in the gods' images, and in our embrace, we become a higher work of art: separately handsome, but together overwhelming.
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