Tom Thanks The Author: Pt.4 (M4M)

Kev,

Here I go again.

I read "Danny In Distress," and found myself on the prowl for another cock. Ronnie and I would get another time because of that story. I got naked while reading about Danny being stressed out, and did something I've only done once before, and that was pull out my favorite dildo, a small, five inch vibrating, white prick, to insert in my ass while jacking myself off. I read the part of "Danny" wanting his first cock to suck, and the way you described how he scored two, a pair of horny, black postal carriers, with each pegging him at both ends, made me cum harder than I've ever cum before.

I read the story again later during the night, when the wife was asleep, and managed to convince Ronnie to book a room across town at a cheap, dirty motel for us to meet. I showered, then quietly left the house, and he in turn had me butt naked on a dirty cinder block floor until he came down my throat. He wondered what got into me, and I told him about your story before he himself was curious about more of your writing. i reminded him that our first meet wasn't a fluke as I tried my best to suck the skin off that delicious cock. He of course ghosted me after this, but I was left thinking about Danny, and how alike we were due some of the descriptions within the selection.

Like Danny, I, too, am an older, chubby white guy with a thick, salt and pepper "handlebar" mustache. Me and Danny also identified with each other because at one time I was hungry to "try" getting my first cock, with him going as far as getting fucked, but with the difference of divorcing his wife, while I can't imagine life without mine. No amount of dick can cause me to shed the longtime union I have with the mother of my children. I am at a point of wanting to get fucked, but now I have the fear of the universe advising my wife of my transgressions, and suddenly receiving paperwork to file for divorce.

Am I doing too much?

Am I overthinking things at this point?

I just know after blowing Ronnie my ass hole twitches whenever a cock head passes through my lips. I wonder if a woman feels the same way. Perhaps her vagina trembles, or drips a little more if the right cock touches her mouth. I was on my knees in that hotel, gobbling his dick with ease for the second go-round, as I could literally feel my hole percolating. Maybe its time, Kevin. Maybe its time I get my first penetration, and perhaps it could happen this weekend.

The wife is going out of town, and I know there's a biker event going down this weekend downtown. Me and a couple of buddies plan to attend, as we'll break out our hogs, and try to network a bit with some of the brothers and sisters in attendance. I've never had the pleasure of blowing another biker, and won't look too hard, for some of the brothers pass judgment on a guy like me so easily. I could imagine getting one, or maybe two to come home with me. They wear those leather club vests, and nothing else under them, and I will melt like butter with them, do whatever it is that's in their heart's desire. That's what I'll do, Kevin. You write a story or not, but this fat ass is getting fucked by a biker cock this weekend. My buds don't know about my little secrets, and never will. They won't understand. They won't see things like I do in the sight of things, for their wives aren't as resistant as mines. Neglect has gotten to this "by any means necessary" stage. That's it. I've made my mind up as I plan to bring home some cock to take me on my maiden voyage.

I hope you jot another story, but in the interim I'm going to keep riding my toy. You and your damned stories keep me so hot, and it feels so good when I wiggle "Jeff," the name of my toy, inside of me. I hit those walls of mine, or push it in deep until I lose my breath, then end up coming all over myself. You keep writing these hot stories, and in the coming days, I think I'm going to try to get fucked for the first time. Deal?

Let me know, for I will most likely have some story material for you in the next message. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly,

Your Favorite Potential Bottom Daddy Slut,

Tom