dangalak.info

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I am Ken and this is my husband, Keith. We married last year and I am happier than ever. But, my path to happiness was not an easy one. I would love to share my story with you.~~~I guess I will start with my first memories. My stomach tightens as I think back to that time in my life. Let’s just say my childhood was not filled with laughter and acceptance. Every memory of my stepfather is a bad one. Momma married him when I was three years old. And he was a rotten son-of-a-bitch. From as early as I can remember, he called me horrendous names – too hateful to repeat to decent people. Does this shock you? Some people in this world should never be parents.If you want an age, I guess I was in elementary school when it started. I think I acted differently than my brother. My stepfather detested me and let me know at every opportunity. And what’s worse, Momma saw how he treated me. She needed him for some reason. So, she would comfort me afterward, but never confronted him. With the name-calling came beatings. Just the sight of me sparked rage within him. He would unfasten his belt and come at me in the blink of an eye.As a result, I tried to be as much like my brother as I could. In school, I joined sports like the other boys, even though I hated it. I even took a girl to Prom to try to fit in, you know, prove something. You wonder if I fucked her, I bet. Yes, I had sex with my date at Prom. I was not sexually attracted to her, but she stroked my cock. You know, I was a horny teenage boy and having my cock rubbed felt good.I grew hard from her handjob and fucked her. Escort Sarıyer It felt good physically, but I felt no emotional connection to her. None. My fantasies were about sex with a man. But, I couldn’t go there while living under his roof. As soon as I graduated high school, I moved out.I was a little scared, but also relieved, to be out of that house and on my own. I worked hard and put myself through cosmetology school. I really wanted to become a hairdresser. I stayed in touch with my brother, but not my stepdad or Momma. I had grown bitter with Momma for letting him abuse me. She ended up being diagnosed with progressive cancer shortly after I started working as a hairdresser. And of course, her asshole husband abandoned her. It was then that I reconnected with her and moved her into my apartment, so I could care for her. It was a time for forgiveness towards Momma. There she lay, her body broken by this horrid cancer, her heart broken by her heartless husband. One day, near the end of her life, I sat by her bed and asked her, “Momma, how could you let him do that to me?” She grabbed hold of my hand and tears streamed down her face. She said over and over how sorry she was. She just couldn’t stand up to him. She hated seeing him hurt me though. I know she did. I decided she did the best she could and forgave her.My stepdad showed up to her funeral and I, no longer a helpless child, punched him in the face and not-so-gently escorted him out. Did it feel good to hit that son-of-a-bitch? Fuck yes! That was a healing moment, Silivri escort bayan for sure!But, don’t weep for me because of my childhood. It’s okay. I survived. It made me who I am today, so I don’t dwell on it. Thinking back to cosmetology school, that is where I had my first sexual encounter, meeting other gay men for the first time. I can’t explain it, but I just know when a man is gay or straight. There is a lingering look I guess when you introduce yourself. I met Charlie. He was my first sexual experience. It started with a date. He asked me out to dinner. We instantly connected, talking easily, flirting. He invited me back to his apartment and although very nervous, I went. I knew what was going to happen and wasn’t sure I was ready for it. But, he took care of me. It was a very romantic, special night – just like the first time should be. We slowly undressed each other, touching, kissing. His pace was slow and unhurried which comforted me.A man’s hand touched my cock for the first time. And when he slid me into his mouth, I almost blew. He knew I was struggling to control my orgasm while he sucked me. My sounds gave it away. Feeling empathy, he reassured me it was okay to quickly cum. “Just let go,” he encouraged. And I did – spurting my hot cum down another man’s throat for the first time.This experience was monumental as it affirmed in my mind I was indeed gay. Nothing had ever felt so sexually arousing or satisfying. I loved everything about it – his hands squeezing my balls – his mouth licking my cock. All of Topkapı escort it! And I wanted to return the favor. We lay together for a while after I came, pillow talking, and kissing. When he felt I had recovered, he moved my hand to his semi-hard cock. Instinct took over, and I stroked him to fullness. I felt so sexy with his cock lengthening from my touches… my touches! He encouraged me to explore every inch of his cock and balls, squeezing, rubbing, tasting. We were both incredibly hot and excited and I remember begging him to fuck me.I was scared as fuck it would hurt! But, he took care of that, lubing his finger, and rubbing around my asshole until I relaxed. Then, he pushed his finger inside, then two fingers, until I started to stretch. I positioned my body on my hands and knees and he moved in behind me. His hands stroked my back, reassuring me he would go slow. The first push from his cock stung. Really badly stung. But, he left it there and my body accepted him, allowing him to ease in further until he slid all the way inside me.Are you wondering what it felt like? Full. I felt full. But, then he started to slowly thrust – gentle, controlled thrusts. And something inside felt unbelievably good. I found myself pushing my ass back against him, wanting more of his cock. This was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. His pace quickened and I felt my balls tightening. It felt different than the usual tightening of my balls while masturbating. This was more intense.I just suddenly exploded, cum shooting out my cock. He groaned behind me and I felt his cum coating the inside of my ass. He collapsed on top of me, crushing us both onto the bed, where we lay panting. That was the beginning of a new life for me – an exciting period of sexual exploration and enjoyment. I had waited such a long time to experience my fantasies. It was kind of overwhelming.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32