I always swallow the reward from a good blowjob. I must say that I am lucky to have a nice big ,thick cock. Eight inches cut. I am very turned on by b...g cocks. I keep hoping to find one bigger than mine to play with and suck on. Close so far, but no banana. I will get to the meat of the story, pun intended. I belong to a gay/bi private men's club about thirty minutes from home. It is a great place to meet and have sex with similar minded guys. Many are bisexual and older like myself. I have. Ihear him spit on me, but he needn't bother because I've already thoroughlyjuiced myself up with lube. Now I can feel something nudging against methat isn't a thumb or a finger, but something much thicker. In a singlemovement he pushes all the way into me and I feel that sweet familiar panicthat always comes over me when he impales me on his meaty cock. He startsthrusting vigorously and I start panting and I feel my heart racing. I feellost in sexual ecstasy. The energy with which he. Having Brenda to bounce ideas off of, was paying off, already. She had come up with several good ideas, and a warning I had taken to heart."Think quick!" Brenda told me, throwing an apple my way.I caught it with my hands and looked at her curiously."No, no, no! You were supposed to catch it with your mind," Brenda said pouting a bit.I grinned at her."I have spent seventeen years of my life doing things one way, you expect me to overcome ingrained training, just like that?" I asked her."Excuses!. I thought we had good stuff at our house, but this was something else. After closing the door behind her, Maria asked if I knew what game we were playing. I told her that I didn’t have a clue. She came up close to me and whispered in my ear, “We are swappers.”“What…what are swappers?” I asked.“We trade partners for fun and games.” She replied, as her hands started lightly massaging my chest. “Your mom says that you and your sister are ready to join the club. And, to be honest, I put my bid in.