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From: simon peter <[email protected]>
Subject: I Love Jim and Jim Loves Me



I Love Jim and Jim Loves Me

By Simon Peter



I was stunned. The look in his eyes was totally unexpected.

This happened around two weeks ago in the middle of the corridor of the
school which my two boys attend. I had just finished sitting in on a
parent/teacher meeting and was crossing the corridor with my two boys when
another parent, holding the hand of his little girl, stopped me to ask for
directions to the PT meeting room.

I was immediately struck by his handsomeness. I estimated him to be perhaps
3 or 4 years younger than me-I am 34. Before I could answer, my eyes
travelled from his very handsome face down his body, lingering on the space
exposed by the two open buttons of his shirt. My older boy was telling the
man how to get to the place when my eyes returned to his face. It was then
that I was stunned.

It couldn't have taken more than 2-3 seconds for my glance to appreciate
the man's body. Apart from the extremely sexy patch of hair just showing
through the shirt opening, he stood tall and lean, with a nicely pronounced
bulge in his faded, but dressy pair of jeans.

Instead of looking down at my son as he explained to the man how to get to
the meeting room, he was staring at me. Not just looking at me, but
staring. He had clear blue eyes, large and widely set, and his stare told
me volumes. I realized that he had noticed my glance down his body and my
lingering look at his exposed chest. I guessed that my facial expression
was like a book and he was reading it.

I am a happily married man with two fantastic boys. But I am also inclined
to appreciate other men as well. Since I got married, I had been totally
faithful. I had wondered at times what it would be like to have a lover,
especially a male lover, since he would be easier to conceal and since this
would give me a chance to experience male sex, which I hadn't had much of
as a bachelor.

Having said all that, and whenever my wife was not with me, I allowed my
eyes to do the lusting, more for other males than for females-forbidden
sex, you might say.

The guy noticed my lust. What stunned me was not that I had been caught but
that the man returned my lustful stare. There was a whole volume of
communication between us, just through the eyes. We stood, two meters
apart, frozen in space, everything around us dissolving, except the two
pairs of staring eyes. We were shamelessly making love to each other with
our eyes, right there in the middle of a school hallway, our children
standing by us. I felt as if he was on top of me, making love, and my whole
body shuddered.

We broke from each other's gaze with a sigh. The man thanked my boy for the
directions, looked back at me with a smile-oh, not just a smile, but more
like "Hey, dude, you are one hot guy and I think you like me, too" kind of
unspoken statement.

I walked out of the school on wobbly legs, dazed. There was a sidewalk café
and I treated my boys to ice cream as I ordered a coffee and started
reflecting on what had just happened in there. What had it been? The
electricity was unmistakable. Very strong current. But how could that ever
be possible?

Surely the guy was married: he had a little girl with him. Certainly, I was
married, too. My two boys attested to that strongly. So what had that all
been about: two married men meeting in a school hallway? Making love to
each other with their eyes? Or was all of that the product of my
over-active imagination? No, it couldn't have been. His look was
unmistakably clear. My gaze at his open-collared chest and his crotch was
also very clear.

Around 15 minutes later, my heart raced as the man walked out of the school
gate and was approaching where we were sitting, a small table on the
sidewalk. I hadn't finished my coffee yet.

"Hi," he greeted us as he came near, with a smile on his face, and I melted
at the beauty of his expression. The smile was more than casual
friendly. There was interest in the eyes. Was there some lust, too, or was
it all in my imagination? Or wishful thinking?

"That was fast," I managed to say, slowly and tremblingly forcing myself to
stand up and extend my hand.

Taking my hand in a firm grip, he said, "Melanie here is a bright girl and
her teachers didn't have much to say except to praise her." His other hand
stroked the girl's hair. She was beaming and I could see the
resemblance-definitely his daughter.

"Would you like to join us for a celebratory ice cream for the lady and a
coffee for her dad?" I heard myself saying, almost sure that the trembling
of my voice was definitely noticeable. I was past caring by then. I was
ready to do anything to keep him there, not to lose him, not to take my
eyes off of him.

I couldn't understand what was going on with me. This was a first. I had
never been hooked to a stranger like this before, never ever.

"Well?" he looked down at his daughter. "How about it Mel?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically. He drew up two chairs from a nearby table
and sat in the one next to me. We had to squeeze around the small table
that we had. I motioned for the waiter and ordered the ice cream and
coffee. Our knees touched. I almost fainted.

 What the fuck? What was I doing, acting like a love-struck teenage girl? I
had no control over my body, especially when Jim did not pull his knee
away, but rather pressed lightly against mine. Again, all my surroundings
dissolved except for Jim. I felt the stirrings in my groin, the twitching
of my ass muscle, the fluttering in my
stomach. Inevitable. Uncontrollable. Unexplainable for a grown, adult,
married man.

The ice cream was consumed. The coffee was gone. Jim stood up. Oh, the
exposed upper chest. Oh, the pronounced bulging crotch.

"It's been nice meeting you, Oliver," he said with a dazzling smile. "I
guess our kids are going to get along handsomely now that they have been
introduced to each other over ice cream."

"I guess so," I said, trying to return the smile, fully realizing that my
lust for the guy was glowingly apparent. I even bulged inside my dress
pants with a semi-erection.

"Tell you what," Jim said, not letting go of my hand, "if you aren't doing
anything special this evening, we could have a drink or something." He
pressed slightly at the something. "Just the two of us," he added, and
those few words were loaded with unspeakable meaning. Just the two of us?
What about the spouses? The children? The two of us? Just? My God, if there
ever was a come-on invitation for sex, this must have been it!  "Yea,
great," I responded, totally conscious of my hardening cock and my racing
heart. I had just agreed to go out on a date with a man. Most probably a
fuck, too! With a man.

"Say, seven o'clock? Do you know Murphey's?"

I nodded.

"See you there, then," and he walked away. My hands were sweaty. My whole
body was sweaty. I could even feel the sweat forming under my balls and
between my ass cheeks. I watched his butt: firm, manly, perfectly fitting
his faded designer jeans. Oh, my God.

We slid into a booth at Murphey's with two glasses of red wine. There was
no talk. His hand reached down and pressed on my thigh. I emitted a low
moan. We sipped the wine, staring at each other. Jim was simply a beautiful
person. Physically, he had no competition, as a man. But more than that: as
I sipped the wine, I felt our two spirits mesh and combine. The chemistry
was unbelievable.

"I knew it," he whispered as he rubbed up and down the inside of my thigh
under the table.

"We're married," I couldn't help stating the obvious and I felt stupid for
saying it.

"And we lust for each other," he retorted, his hand cupping my crotch.

The bar was dark and all this touching was hidden by the table in the
booth. I was rock hard already and his hand massaged my erection
erotically. Normally, I would have described what had been happening with
Jim, especially the last few minutes, as unabashed vulgarity, as being too
forward, as lacking class.

Surprisingly, however, I felt that his hand fondling my cock inside my
pants was exactly where it should be, that this was the most normal thing
to happen.

When I reflect, even now when I'm writing about it, I can't believe that I
had gone along with it. I can't believe that I had let Jim grope my crotch
in a public place, even though hidden by the table. At the time, I was way
too excited, way too taken by this man that I had put aside all my
inhibitions, my values, my set behaviors.

"Jim," I had to bring some reason, some responsibility to all of this. We
weren't two teenagers experimenting in a dark alleyway, for Pete's sake. We
were two grown men, married with children.

 "Jim..." I repeated, but I had no more words to say. Words just fell short
of the intensity of the moment. Uncontrollably, feeling the shuddering of
my body at his rubbing my erection, my own hand slid to his crotch. He was
hard. I could even feel the throbbing. And he felt big!  I reveled at the
sensations streaming through my body.

"Let's get out of here," Jim whispered, squeezing my crotch.

Get out of here? Where? Why? To fuck? Oh, my God. Although I lusted for him
and I knew he lusted for me in return, although we were rubbing each
other's cocks through our pants, the idea of having sex with a man hadn't
seriously crossed my mind. What? Fucking? Wasn't this just a passing fling?
I felt such a clutz. Of course, with all that had been happening, getting
into bed with Jim was the most logical conclusion.

I slid from behind the booth, hoping that my bulge wouldn't show. Jim was
saying something about having left his daughter with his in-laws for the
night since his wife was out of town on a business trip.

Oh, man, I was going to have sex with this guy! I called home and explained
that my meeting would go on for a couple of hours. I sometimes had to go to
meetings in the evenings, so there wouldn't be any raised eyebrows when I
got home, fucked and all.

As if in a dream, we walked over to his place, entered the living room, and
immediately started kissing.

"Whoa," I gently pushed Jim back, taking in a deep breath. My hand burned
at the touch of his chest skin, so sexy. "Jim, man, this is going so fast."

"I'm not complaining," he said with an impish smile, placing his hand on my
face cheek, caressing it, feeling my evening beard stubble, his middle
finger following the outline of my lower lip.

I bit on his finger playfully, and then started to suck on it, keeping my
gaze glued to his face. He closed his eyes and pulled me towards him in a
tight embrace. We kissed passionately. There was so much hunger in our
connection, so much unreleased passion, so much lust. I felt dizzy.

As we moved to the couch, we started to undress each other. When I saw him
fully naked, my heart stopped. He was the most beautiful male specimen I
had ever laid my eyes on. Lean, moderately hairy, with defined muscles,
toned skin, and a cock to die for. Erecting at an upward angle, his cock
revealed his fuzzy balls and reached up to his navel. Cut. Mushroom
head. Thick shaft. Easily 8 inches.

I wasn't to laugh at either, but I was nowhere near his godlike killer
body.

I went over his body with my lips, adoring his maleness, his masculinity,
his firm and toned physique, his hard, throbbing marvel of a cock, his
balls, his ass crack and butt cheeks, his thighs, legs, and feet.

I felt like a whore, but it was such an intoxicating experience for me, and
evidently such an erotic one for him, for he moaned and groaned with every
lick of my tongue, every kiss of my lips, every fondling of my fingers,
that I didn't stop until I was totally out of breath.

Jim did the same to me. As he reached my throbbing cockhead, he mumbled,
"You are so fucking beautiful, Oliver," before he wrapped his lips around
my achingly throbbing tool.

Me? Beautiful? My God. No one, not any one, had ever told me I was
beautiful. His mouth slid down my cock shaft, wet, warm. My body burned. My
moans came out load. I pushed his head down, aching for him to swallow me
all the way to the base, and further, to take my whole body.

"Yea, Jimmy, yes, my God, oh, yes, yes, suck my dick, oh God, yea, yes, oh,
fuck yea," was all I could mutter as he gobbled on my cock.

His sucking was in no way near to the couple of blowjobs I had experienced
with my wife.

Infrequently, she would "service" me, clearly showing her aversion, and
that she was doing it just to please me. But what was so erotic about Jim's
sucking was how he took pleasure in it, how he doted on my erection, how he
moaned and swallowed and moved his head, how he looked up at me, his eyes
wide, his mouth full, his lips stretched, his Adam's apple bobbing.

I shot my load in buckets, deep down Jim's throat. He swallowed, never
letting go of my cock, his finger already rubbing my hole. When he felt the
first spurt hit the back of his mouth, he inserted his finger up my
ass. This intensified my ejaculation. I had to stifle my screams. I had
never cummed like this. And I felt like it went on forever, like my insides
were violently being ejected through the silt of my cock.

When finally my cock finished spewing juice into Jim's mouth, Jim held my
balls with one hand, kept his finger inside my ass hole, and licked on my
dripping cock, slopping the last drops of cum. I remained hard,
surprisingly, and he stroked me gently, beads of sweat formed on his
forehead and upper lip, his chin covered with thick, white semen.

Holding his handsome face between my hands, I pulled him up onto me. I lay
back against the back of the sofa, feeling the heat of his body, pressed on
mine, and the wetness of his lips on my mouth. I tasted sperm, my sperm,
and I couldn't help but suck greedily on his tongue as he pushed it between
my lips, slimy, salty, and unbelievably erotic. His hardness rubbed on my
crotch. I still felt my own erection, but now it was Jim's turn.

We kissed, Jim on top of me, our bodies glued, our crotches grinding. My
heart stopped when I felt Jim's hand raise one of my legs and his thick,
hard cock slip under my balls. He started humping between my ass cheeks,
the wetness of my sperm and his spit making the sliding up and down my
crack easy. Suddenly, his cockhead was at my hole.

Oh, Jesus. I was going to get fucked!  "Hold on, Jim," I mumbled through
our interlocking lips.

He pressed on my hole, gazed deep into my eyes, and smiled.

"What?" he mumbled back.

I could feel his cockhead starting to stretch my rim muscle, the beginning
of pain.

"You can't fuck me, Jim," I protested. "You're too big."

He pressed harder, "Oh, yeah?"

God, that smile, those eyes. I was dying for him to fuck me, but the pain
was increasing. I tried to relax.

The cock knob felt huge. There was no way I would be able to take him in.

With a forceful thrust, he forced his cockhead in and penetrated... and I
screamed.

"FUCK! Jim fuckfuckfuck, it hurts."

He kissed me and eased on the pressure, keeping the head just inside my rim
muscle. I tried to take deep breaths to ease the pain, but his kissing
won't allow me. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid into me.

At first, the pain was unbearable. My first fuck! My virgin ass stretched
for a man's cock! I wanted to beg for him to stop, to pull out, to forget
about anal sex, but some strange thing inside me made me shut up and take
it.

The pain receded, slowly, and the fucking started. Jim was beautiful. I was
on fire. My erection throbbed and bobbed between our bodies, in rhythm with
his thrusts. In and out, fucking me, my legs now spread wide, his hands
holding onto my ankles. I watched his stomach muscles ripple with his
thrusting. The first beads of sweat started to form in the hair patch in
the middle of his chest. Watching this super-masculine body on top of me
sent me reeling with indescribable sensations streaming throughout my body.

I raised myself on my elbows and bit his nipple. He grunted and pounded me
deeper in response. His cock seemed to grow thicker inside me, even longer,
pushing my insides up against my back. With every thrust, Jim groaned. He
mumbled all kinds of things, but what I retained and got excited most about
was how beautiful I was under him, how hot I made him, how fantastic my ass
was for his fucking cock.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I watched him as he bent over me,
reaching for my mouth. I felt his pounding increase in tempo and in
thrust. He fucked me, his tongue deep into my mouth, until moments later he
froze and emitted a scream, muffled by my mouth. I felt the hot cum hit my
insides.

I didn't actually feel the cum, but I felt his cock thicken with every
spurt. Like me spewing in his mouth, he emptied his balls in my ass.

Jim remained inside me as we kissed and as his cock flexed. I squeezed my
rim muscle around his cock shaft a couple of times, feeling my balls shrink
and my load ready to explode. His belly was rubbing on my cock and I cummed
hard. My semen covered both our bellies and stomachs, gluing us further
onto each other.

Finally, Jim pulled out. I felt empty. We showered. My ass burnt. My cock
remained hard. Amazing.

After love-making sessions with my wife, my cock would immediately wilt. I
would just turn over and go to sleep. Not with Jim. My erection never
subsided. I wanted more, never to end.

I fucked Jim in the shower. Using soap, turning him around, raising one of
his legs, I entered him. He bucked against me, supporting himself with his
hands aginst the porcelain wall. I drove up into him hard. It took some
time for me to shoot: this was my third load. Three intense loads of cum
within less than an hour. And I cummed as hard as the first time, filling
Jim's ass, my cum seeping onto his thighs and down to the shower floor.

I could say that I was spent. But I wasn't. This was a new world for me. My
dick refused to settle. It went semi-hard but quickly back to full erection
as soon as I touched Jim. My ass still hurt when I squeezed my rim
muscle. Jim's cock was no joke and he drilled me hard. My cock burnt a
little also. But this didn't affect my erection. During the following hour,
I ejaculated twice more, once in Jim's mouth and once up Jim's ass. Jim met
me one for one and wanted even more. We were insatiable.

Later that night, in bed next to my wife, I felt guilty. Elated, but
guilty. I wasn't really thinking that I had cheated on her. It wasn't
another woman that I was having an affair with. With Jim, it was totally
different. What I felt guilty about was the fact that I had enjoyed sex
with Jim far more than any other sexual experience I had had.

Was that normal? If I was experiencing it, then yes, why shouldn't it be
normal? I drifted into deep sleep with the image of Jim's naked body on top
of me, his lips on mine, his big dick filling me.

Jim and I are lovers now. Needless to say, our relationship is a total
secret. We both stand to lose a lot if it were known that we fucked. We
value our married lives and our families, and it has been implicitly agreed
between us that we wouldn't jeopardize what we have. We enjoy each other
immensely. To the outside world, we are close friends. In bed, we are hot
lovers.

This may sound tacky to many. It would have sounded tacky to me as well
before I met Jim, before I slept with Jim. Now, I can say this with a full
mouth (pun intended): I love Jim and Jim loves me.
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@JoelR: Very hot!

On 5/23/2016 at 10:48 PM, JoelR said:

When I reflect, even now when I'm writing about it, I can't believe that I had gone along with it. I can't believe that I had let Jim grope my crotch in a public place, even though hidden by the table. At the time, I was way too excited, way too taken by this man that I had put aside all my inhibitions, my values, my set behaviors.

Ancient proverb:  “A stiff dick has no morals.”  (Or a close variation:  “A stiff dick has no judgment.”)

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