20 Years Later

20 years later...

Since our first time, I was often thinking of J wondering what he became, how life would have been if he wouldn't have gone back to the US and we would have stayed together... Remembering the intensity of the orgasm he gave me would inevitably lead me to masturbate often touching my hole, fingering it or trying a couple of more sizeable objects up to cucumbers. In the meantime I got married and was having great sex with my wife but this didn't make the memories and my craving for cock vanish.

When I was in my mid-thirties, I got a call from my secretary one morning while I was on holidays to say a strange email had reached my inbox from an American guy asking whether we knew each other and attended the same school 20 years ago. My body and mind immediately took fire. I told her it was probably personal and that I would look into this. There was a private email and I immediately got back to J.

Ensued long exchanges of emails, first updates on lour respective lives and activities and quickly we started sharing sex memories and gosh that was hot. Not that ever had a doubt (apart from feeling his guilt at times) but somehow it was good to have confirmation that we both loved it!

I explained how he was making me feel in those days, how I loved when he was penetrating me, and the intensity of the organe gave me. I described with plenty of details how our first time felt. He told me that at first he was a bit worried he'd hurt me with his big cock but that I seemed to enjoy it so much that he just let go and fucked me fully without holding up in anyway. He also said that he never quite understood how it worked that I was cumming so quickly and so intensely without even touching my dick. He would look at it spurting ropes of cum one aft the other, sometimes up to my own face, with bewilderment. Apparently it made him felt very powerful and potent to trigger that in me. A boy's orgasm is so much more obvious than a girl's, he knew exactly what he was doing to me, I couldn't fake it as I couldn't hold it.

We asked each other whether we had sex with other guys. I confessed that after he left (well I think it started just before he left), I let my cousin fuck me. I admitted I kinda liked it but that it was nothing compared to how he fucked me and the pleasure he gave me. My cousin was fun and some sort of compensation but he never made me cum from inside. At that time, I had not yet been fucked by anyone else then these two guys so I could only say J was the only one who made cum anally but now, after getting fucked by a few other men and two girls with dildos, I confirm that only J was giving me that incredible level of pleasure of full anal orgasms. I'm getting close to that when I play with my toys but the excitement is just not the same. I might tell you later about this other stuff.

On his end, he confessed a couple of adventures, specifying that I was the only one he "went all the way with" which I understood as fucking me to orgasm and cumming in my ass. One story he shared made me feel bizarre. He was at the army and a guy was sucking him. I didn't tell him but it made me feel terrible, I wanted so much to have him cum in my mouth, why did he do that with another guy and never to me! Isn't it funny that I was experiencing a form of retrospective jealousy in addition to the regret of not having swallowed his man juice? Hopefully I was also feeling honoured that I was the only one he had bred fully and filled with his semen. At that time, I didn't know that the time where he would spew between my lips and fill my my mouth and stomach with his cum would come.

After memories, we went on fantasising on the sex we could have had.

I was super excited by the texts he would send me, sometimes surprised, like the following fantasy that he once shared. We were walking downtown Chicago and got in trouble with two guys, a tall black dude and smaller white dude. As we had no money, they decided to take something else. That's how I got on my knees in front of the tall guy while the small one was threatening us. He described in details how my lips were parted by the huge black cock and how after a while I seem to secretly enjoy what was going on. The black guy ordered the small dude to join him. J was off the hook but didn't do anything to help me, he just watched. The guy I was sucking instructed the small dude to prepare my ass. I started worrying as the black guy really had a monster cock. J watch me getting spitroasted for a moment and then the guys swapped roles and I found myself impaled on the huge cock which made me come right away. The two guys fucked me a moment in front of J and when they were done they sat me between them and came on my face. That's when J thanked them and gave them money and told me he had arranged that for my pleasure.

I wrote back saying that I had zero idea he had such fantasies but of course, I welcomed it as everything he was proposing. I asked him whether he would have liked to see me getting fucked by other guys in front of him. He answered "maybe" adding that as I never had enough he would have welcomed some help! My response was that I would do anything to please him. In my email back I also described how I masturbated reading his story, fingering my ass and cumming in my hand to then eat my own cum. He answered he liked that.

We also remembered stuff we escaped from in our young years, like the time where we were looking into a rolls Royce parked on the street and a creep dude dressed as a chauffeur said it belonged to a very famous actor who would enjoy giving us a tour "if we were nice..."

During these exchanges I realised that during all this year he only took me in his mouth once and only for a few seconds too afraid of getting my load. I was always the one getting fucked and getting creamed. And that was just fine. And it would be the same after we reconnected. He was clearly the man and my role was to serve him, to offer him my ass and mouth and let him do whatever he wanted. He had understood that this was what I wanted and what was fulfilling me. The idea that we could change roles never crossed my mind.

Well once, when we were young, he asked me to try because the power of my orgasms made him curious but the attempt failed and lasted just a few minutes. He concluded he was too tight and that it was not for him, what was for him was to fuck me which he did right away. I was there to be possessed by him and I was the one taking and needing his load.

In the old days, once we started fucking, he would always cum inside me. I only saw him cum at the very beginning when we just jerked off and I was super impressed, but since then, I never saw him spew, but it was so powerful that I always felt him inside. It as fantastic to feel his dick growing, hardening, tensing and pulsating, then feeling him release on me and once he'd get out, feeling his cum inside, sometimes leaking a bit between my thighs. I just loved these feelings.

When we met again, I jerked him off a few times and my eyes enjoyed the pleasure of seeing his cock pulse in my hand and powerfully send his cum all around although I would liked to also get his love seed inside me. However while he kindly addressed my need of swallowing his semen, I would unfortunately never again feel my anus all creamy with his juice. Maybe one day, he will breed me again?

But I'm anticipating a bit. We enjoyed our email exchanges, they were hot like hell and we jerked off a lot on all this but it was clear we needed more. That's when I had to go to the US for business and we met again.

I was really wondering how it would feel after so long. We sat in my hotel room drinking wine and chatting. The connection came back instantly. Soon we started remembering how sex together was hot and good. We had discussed the possibility of trying again and at my request he had brought STD tests. I was immediately at ease with his presence and body although we had gained a few years and a few kilos. I was clearly up for it.

I was intensely listening to him, his voice and stories were always turning me on. I started taking slightly lascive poses and touching my crotch in front of him, gradually I unzipped to access my cock. I was so hot that I couldn't wait any longer and asked him whether he wanted to try. Hearing a somewhat hesitant yes was enough for me to get closer and get on my knees between his legs, open his jeans and get ready to suck him.

We got naked and went on the bed but he didn't seem super comfortable. I understand it was the first time he was j'avise with someone than his wife in a long time and unlike me, he was less into it and felt guilty. I did a lot of sucking, had a little penetration but nothing spectacular, his drive and erection were clearly not what they used to be, and his little tommy would make missionary difficult. To make this worse, condoms spoiled the party and it got a bit messy. You'd think it was a catastrophe but it was great, we loved being together again and promised we would do it again.

It is at that period that my wife and I decided to open the relationship and I started experimenting with other guys. I might talk about this later as well as my kink for toys, big toys...

Since then we met almost every year or every other year. After that second first time, we decided to drop condoms, I trusted him entirely and he would always bring clean tests and promised that he was not fucking around. Anyway I need to feel him without any barrier. He was the only man who ever fucked me bare, well at the exception of my cousin who made me his sextoy for the three years that followed J's departure when we were young. Contrary to J, my cousin had zero scruples and would force me to let him cum in my mouth and swallow unless he had decided to fuck me and fill my pussy.

Over time J and I got more comfortable and we had fun although the sex drive was not the same anymore. On my end, I was always hot like hell, the combination of the memories and the sight of his beautiful cock was driving me mad. I remember one time where he got really hot too and we spent a lot of time fucking. He mostly took me from behind and while this is by far not my preferred position with him everything works. He would fuck me for what felt like 15-20 minutes and then would take a pause, we would chat, sometimes take a walk and a smoke on Washington square and go back to bed to fuck some more. It was a marvellous weekend.

During a pause, I asked for more and he said "hey man I've been fucking and making you came I don't know how many times!" I understood that as meaning he wanted me to take care of him. I tried to give him the best blow job ever. I started feeling it was working, remembering that when we were young he once told me he could not get off with mouth only, I was sucking and bobbing on his cock's head and giving him a hand job at the same time. Gosh I really loved sucking him. I could feel him getting close and it made me very proud.

And suddenly it happened, his dick literally bursted filling my mouth and covering my lips. I felt so happy and fulfilled. However I was not yet free and brave enough to swallow everything. I swallowed a little bit but let most of the cum spill from my lips, I continued sucking a bit and enjoying the sensitive and tasty cock in my mouth. My face was all creamed up, so I discretely wiped myself on the sheets. I don't know if he would have wanted to see his sperm on my face, he should have asked me. I deeply enjoyed this new experience although stupid me regretted I didn't swallow everything to keep my man deep inside me!

Once we were in bed together, I would always be waiting to have sex with him, just like in the old days, additional years and kilos changed nothing to my lust and drive. Of course I was dreaming of the anal orgasms he gave me back then and would have wanted to get fucked but feeling his cock, pleasing him was enough for me.

On another trip, I was sucking his dick under the sheets with him on his back as usual. I love doing that but I wanted to give him an opportunity to take a bit more control if he wanted. I rolled on my side and grabbed him with me so that he was still in my mouth, the move was just aimed at saying that I could suck his cock in any position he'd want. That's when he had the idea of fully reversing the situation and started pushing his cock inside my throat and fucking my mouth, soon he was on top of me using my mouth as a cunt. My face was buried in his pubic hair and he was moving up and down in my throat. I heard him moan and say "mmmmm that's good, why didn't we do this earlier".

It was not the most comfortable position for me as my throat was totally invaded and getting bigger and bigger thrusts from his big cock and at times I was struggling to breath but I was so pleased he was enjoying himself. If he would have want to just let it go and give me his cum, I was ready but he decided to change positions. While he was turning me on all four, he repeated he enjoyed that and as proof of it, he proudly showed me his hard cock. His words were already a big reward for me but a bigger one was to come when he directly pushed his cock in my ass. I think with time he had become less, say prudent, and when he would decide to penetrate me, he would take his cock in his hand, look for my hole and once he had positioned his dickhead on my sphincter he would just push it in in one go.

He fucked for a while but again his erection subsided. We had been fucking for a couple of hours and although none of us came we went asleep. It was a strange mix of feeling on the one hand, the deep satisfaction of being with him and having felt his cock inside me and falling asleep in the smell of sex and the taste of cock still in my mouth, and on the other hand, the slight frustration of the devoted female who wanted to be used to the end and come from her man's cock. I was dreaming of him impregnating me again, I wanted to feel his seed and keep it deep inside me.

To make up for his erection issues and my need to be anally fucked I proposed we buy a dildo. Maybe he was shocked but we went to a sex shop and look at the different models. I opted for a big transparent dildo hoping that seeing my hole open would turn him on. He questioned the choice asking whether it would fit. Well in between our annual meetings, I had developed the habit of satisfying myself with dildos and got used to quite sizeable ones. Back in the room I took my clothes off, laid naked on the bed and started fingering and lubricating myself. He was looking at me with a mix of curiosity and doubt... and interest.

Once I managed to fit the plastic dick inside, I realised that he was right, it was pretty large and was tearing my hole apart. I took it off to show my gaping hole and as his cock didn't seem to go for it, I put the dildo back in. I started to fuck myself properly and crawled towards him to suck him. I enjoyed his cock in my mouth and the big dildo in my ass. We ended up shooting our cum, I shot first and covered myself in jizz, he kneeled next to me and jerked his cock until his sperm spread on me and mixed with mine.

The last time we met (3 years ago already, missing him so much), we organised our little NYC trip and he promised we would go "all the way" saying he would take pills with him to make sure he'd keep a lasting erection so that we could fully enjoy ourselves. I remembered he explained to me that with gaining kilos and age, he had lost his drive and was not having any sex anymore but he really wanted to do it again together.

Given that he seemed so shy if not embarrassed the last times, I promised to myself that I'd be careful not to overwhelm him despite my immense desire. I arrived a day before him at the hotel and was impatient for him to show up the next morning. When he arrived he said he wanted a nap being a bit jet lagged and took a shower. I got on the bed still half dressed and started reading. He got into bed naked. I just asked randomly if he needed anything. His answer was "you could touch me a little". As if I was unsure I put my hand on his leg and asked like that? Moving my hand toward his cock I asked again or like that? He moaned in reply which I understood as a green light to please him and pleasing him was indeed my purpose in life. I started stroking gently.

Feeling his cock slowly growing in my hand was a huge turn on, just as in the past. I paused a moment before he was fully hard to undress saying I would take a nap too. Quickly I had my head under the sheets, I got close to his majestic sexual organ, I admired it, sniffed the intoxicating smell and then couldn't resist.

I started licking the head, his breathing got heavy, slightly moaning but I asked whether that was how he wanted me to touch him and when I heard him say it was nice, I engulfed his all cock and started sucking. My cocksucking skills had greatly improved in the meantime and I was keen to give him a demonstration. I wanted this to be the best blowjob he ever experienced. I was bobbing gently up and down, than sucking him aggressively, pausing a little with just kissing and licking, caressing his balls, swallowing them and back to sucking and deepthroating.

I was pleased and proud he seemed to enjoy very much. Feeling him tensing and breathing faster made me double my efforts, I was finally going to succeed and make him cum fully in my mouth, I started bracing for my reward, determined to swallow it all, thinking that I was about to get a year of sperm. His cock started pulsating heavily sending shockwaves in my all body and then it happened, a first spurt exploded in my mouth as I heard a guttural cry of ecstasy, quickly more followed, he was endlessly filling my mouth, indeed it must have been a long time he had not cum, I didn't want to waste a single drop and was making sure to keep it all, I had to start swallowing while he was still forcefully erupting ropes and ropes of thick cum.

Magically his orgasm transferred in my whole body, the smell and taste of his sperm made me high. I was enjoying the feeling of having my mouth overflowed and feeling it slowly go down my stomach where I would keep him. Once his orgasm seemed to slowly subside I kept his cock in my mouth, remembering that he had taught me he was very sensitive afterwards, I was careful to just hold him without too much stimulation, just a little bob down or gentle twist of the tongue. Once it was fully over, I just let his deflating cock rest in my warm mouth and enjoyed the immense pleasure he just gave me, still a little surprised by how satisfying and fulfilling it felt for me first to give him a big orgasm, then to have him explode in my mouth, be invaded by his male taste and swallow his entire load and knowing that his seed was inside me.

After the nap we went for a walk and he got me to smoke weed, I reminded him how hot this usually makes me. He answered he remembered and enjoyed that. We started talking about the old days while walking. All these memories of our intense fucking were driving me mad. When we went back to the room, I was on fire. I undressed, quickly checked I was ready in the bathroom and lied on the bed. Unfortunately he got a phone call. I was looking at him talking and walking. He was look at me without a doubt about what I was waiting for.

I wonder how he felt to see his friend hot like fire, wanting to be fucked by him in the mouth or the ass as he wanted, with his body swinging and twisting sensually with his eyes full of prayers, lust and desire. He must have felt he could have asked anything from me, but he never abused that... to my regret maybe. After his call he sat on the bed. I asked him directly whether he wanted me to suck him. Before he finished saying yes, I was already unzipping his jeans and taking his beautiful cock out, I played a little with it, feeling him grow in my hands, then started licking the head, curling and twisting my tongue around it before engulfing his entire shaft and pumping on it like I was starving. And I was, I just needed another dose of his savoury juice.

He lasted very long and I was not sure he was going to come. In fact that would have been his second time in a few hours, but I managed to make him come and he rewarded me with yet another spew in my throat, not as much as the fertile but stuquante a lot, he must have had big reserves for me. Again I felt so happy and fulfilled savouring him that I was in heaven.

Then we went out for dinner. After dinner we went to bed, I gave him a good night blowjob and happily swallowed my third load of the day. I masturbated next to him before falling asleep. In the morning my hands went looking for him and felt his morning hardon. I decided to wake him up with my mouth, quickly he gave me a high protein breakfast. I had fell asleep with my mouth full of his male taste and I was starting the day swallowing his sperm again. The nice thing was that even if he sometimes struggled keeping it hard, he was still very generous and would fill me with plenty of his juice.

Later in the day, he made me smoke weed again while walking around and chatting. I was stoned and hearing him reminding me of how he was doing me and talking about the things he liked was driving me crazy. He laughed telling me how I always wanted more. I asked him whether he wanted to try again, outlining that he didn't had to that he made me happy enough by letting me suck him and feeding me his cum. He said he wanted to try and "go all the way". His words were making me so hot that I proposed to go back to the hotel. As it sounded I had a fair chance of finally getting laid, I went straight to the bathroom to make sure I was clean and prepared. I wanted to be clean because I always want it that way but also I thought if he couldn't hold it I would have to suck him. I oiled my ass with a little bit of coconut oil although I thought I didn't need anything with him and that it would go in just like in the past. His cock was made for my ass. When I came back in the room he was already lying on the bed naked with his cock already semi-hard offered to be sucked. I kneeled between his legs and licked it all the way, then I took the head in my mouth and sucked it and started bobbing up and down.

Once I got him hard enough I asked if he wanted to try. He hadn't finished saying yes that I was already riding him. As soon as I felt his warm bare cock inside I was high. I rode him for a while often contracting my inner muscles to please him. I proposed that he fucks me and got on my back legs open like a real slut. He penetrated me and fucked me a little but was not comfortable so he asked me to turn on all four. While I usually don't like when guys fuck me like that, with him it was totally different. However he started losing it and lied down his back. That's where I surprised him going down on him and taking in my mouth his dick that was just out of my ass.

He let me do it but I know he thought I was mad, maybe I was indeed mad of his cock, but not as mad as he may have thought as I had checked online a number of sources that converged to say that ATM is not dangerous and moreover I had made sure my ass was clean and that his dick was too before swallowing it. I kinda liked when he was limp too, well I liked everything, I could take him entirely in my mouth and play with his cock until it would become hard again and I loved feeling him grow between my lips.

As I was about to ride him again, he asked me to do it reverse cowgirl. I of course obliged. It was got hear him moan and enjoy it saying we never did that before. We ended up on the edge of the bed and I was with my feet on the floor sitting on him and fucking him hard. He was right we should have done this before as this way his dick was rubbing my prostate. As I was just about to come, he lost it again. I was not even frustrated, for me it was all about pleasing him and that was what was pleasing me, well to a certain extent, what I really enjoyed was getting his cum and I wouldn't have minded if he would have fucked me till orgasm and fill my hole. Still I was the happiest man getting fucked, sucking him and a few times masturbating next to him once I had exhausted him.

This was a wonderful holiday together, I left with the impression he had finally filled me with his cum again, a sort of deep satisfaction of having been fed his sperm and carrying his seed inside me. To be honest, I really loved the taste and the feeling of that juice suddenly spurting g in my mouth.

After these "second first experiences", I felt both fulfilled to have him back in my life and a little sorry he could not fuck me properly as he used to. I realised I missed that so much and I started thinking I needed men.

My wife agreed we would open the relationship, she was ok me getting with guys insofar I was prudent and she was desperate to get laid by other guys too. So we would both go our way while continuing to have great sex together. Sometimes she'd tell me about her encounters, but less than I would have wished. She would always tell me that I was the only one to make her come so every time she would come back from a date she'd be hot like fire and would jump on me. As she was not always as prudent as I was, a few times she had me eat her pussy just after having been fucked, sometimes she would still have cum inside and her panties were soaked. I didn't say anything but I think it kind of turn me on. She also fucked me with a dildo while sucking my cock a few times which I enjoyed, but nothing ever compared to the full body orgasms that J gave me. Isn't mysterious?

After our reunion, I concluded that I really needed cock, so in between our encounters I, started going on gay apps and dating guys. I was obsessed with big cocks and confess I met a few bigger big ones. Actually some were even very large, much larger than J in fact, it was fun, but still they never gave me the pleasure that he would give me. I had a period where I was a real cockslut but I think this is because J was not with me. He would have been enough for, me, but his absence made me behave as slut.

Should I tell you about all this?