He said he was ok with bi as long as he did not have to do any thing. It was ok if I wanted to suck his cock but he would not do me. It was clear that...there would be no other contact between us. They were very patient with me when I told them I was very nervous and wanted to go slowly. We agreed that we would meet the following Friday night at a hotel.The next couple of days were long. I had a hard time focusing on anything as all I could think about was what was going to happen. When Friday. Cum for me."He thrusts his cock deep in my cunt and I can feel pussy begin to contract....I know what's coming next."Fuck me...fuck yes...oh my god...."Cum explodes from inside me, running down his still thrusting cock...I'm moaning and screaming and he's going out of his mind thrusting and half laughing "Holy fuck you are amazing....holy fuck..."As soon as I regained my composure I stood up and pushed him off me. I grabbed his hand and took him into my bedroom and laid him on the bed. I stood. He stared at me in disbelief, stammering. He was scared. He made excuses: he would rip my asshole open and cause me internal damage; he would get shit all over his arm; the idea was "weird and for fags." But I told him that if he didn't do what I wanted, that would be the end of out relationship, the end of our deep throat sessions. That did the trick. I knew from my reading that certain steps had to be taken if fisting was to be enjoyed. I also knew that the preparation would only serve to add. I don't know how I feel about that.I tried to catch fog yesterday--Mist.The first rule of Alzheimer's club--Is don't talk about chess club.Why does a chicken coop have two doors?If it had four doors it would be a chicken sedan.I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high.She looked surprised.This one is compliments of DennisThis happened to a friend of mine. Beware, it could happen to you. Ladies, please pass this on to your husbands, fathers, uncles, etc. so they will not fall prey to.