He was from my town and to my surprise, he even was living in my street. He presented himself by the name Ronny. He was a journalist and married. His ...ife had always known that he had a gay inclination. Since they didn't have sex any longer, she had reluctantly accepted that he was meeting men for sex.Because my wife was abroad for a week I could invite Ronny to my home. Ronny was a rather heavy guy but I prefer fat guys. I like the weight pressing on my body. He said that he had a steady. As he caressed my meat he pulled the foreskin back and forth, slipping it over my cock head, then exposing it. Oh, I was in heaven feeling another guy doing this to me. After a short time of slow play, he started speeding up. Faster and harder and faster. In lots of ways this was very similar to my first male experience with Herb a few years earlier, but this time I was more relaxed, more experienced and I was hungry for male sexual company. So I wanted it without any fear or worry. A simple. She work a nice pair of white slacks that fit tightly about the ass with a flare at the cuffs and beige satin brocade blouse. Her long hair looked very nice as it lay on her back. Not one strand was out of place. Also she didn't have as much makeup on. Today she was portraying the girl next door look."Good morning, Victoria," he smiled. "How was Vegas?" I decided not to go. I didn't feel like it on Friday afternoon. I don't know what got into me, but I felt a little depressed," she complained.. .. pretty as I did. Orat least passible? Maybe men repress the feminine part ofthemselves in the name of manliness, for fear of being thoughtweak, but it's always there. My bra'd and panty'd pseudo-lesbian had started out man enough, butto please me -- in the end to please himself -- he'd gotten into itall the way. His first time at the beauty salon he'd chosen adistinctly feminine hair style, quit work and committed himselfthen and there. By the time I dropped him he was impatient.