Perhaps I should have been satisfied with solo sex, but I felt I needed something more. I did not want to get involved with other women, even though I...had nothing against sex with women (I guess it was a marriage thing.) I had never really allowed myself to consider sex with men. I wasn’t attracted to men, at least in any romantic way. I think there was a deep-rooted, unconscious fear of being gay. I had been jacked off once by a male masseuse, and found that experience very enjoyable. But, I. "Come over here," Linda murmured. "And look, man - I know you're worrying about coming too soon, but that's okay. If you do, we'll just keep right on fucking until you come again. Oh wow, but your prick is beautiful; I never saw it up close like this before. Do you think it'll fit into my pussy all right? I mean, I read all this stuff about how it hurts to get screwed the first time, bleeding and all that. But I don't care about that, either, so don't let it bother you, okay?" O-okay," he. It was a lot better feeling than my fist so I started to slide in and out and never felt anything so great in my life.I continued to slide in and out of Gramp’s rectal channel and knew I wouldn’t last very long. I quickened the pace and I could swear I felt Gramp’s internal muscles grip the full length of my cock with internal muscles that pushed me over the edge I shot a full load of cum deep into his ass. I collapsed over Gramp’s body and noticed that his cock had gotten hard again and now. I’m serious.” “Okay cool!” Ced pulled in the parking lot of his hotel. He handed a keycard to the coach and said, “Go in to Room 127. Text when you shut the door, but don’t put the latch on.” The dance instructor shot back, “Okay!” Ced got the text. He exited the vehicle. When Ced opened the door the coach was sitting on the couch that was in the room. Ced announced, “Let’s have another drink.” The older coach slurred, “I’m already lit. I don’t need another. Plus I really gotta get back to my.