His Primal Urge - Sex Stories

His Primal Urge

Gerald woke with a start. His mind full of dark dreams. A throbbing erection reminding him of the potent source and he cast a sly glance at his sl**ping wife, disregarding the brief impulse to satisfy the urge on her. Tonight, he needed something much harder than she could ever give him. Satisfied she wouldn't wake he slid from the bed, made his way into the bathroom and carefully switched on a light over the mirror. 'Disgusting', he thought, 'you're a middle-aged man, respectable! Go back to bed before it's too late!' He knew he couldn't do that, his hard-on was too persistent to allow him any rest. It demanded satisfaction of his darkest desire. Gerald sighed, splashed a little cold water on his face to bring himself awake and ran trembling fingers through his hair. He rubbed his throbbing erection hopefully, trying to release the pressure in the knowledge that it wouldn't let him off that easily. He sighed again and bowed to the inevitable, letting it go to switch off the light. His wife, Linda, slumbered on in her own dream-world, unaware that her husband of 22 years was silently dressing in an old pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt that proclaimed the wearer had enjoyed a 'wild time at Longleat'. He took one last look at his wife and slipped from the room, down the stairs and out the back door like a shadow into the warm night air. The park was only a 15 minute walk from the house he'd lived in for the last 14 years. He'd only been aware of the nocturnal ...

... activity that went on there for the last two, an accidental discovery made when searching for his lost dog. He'd stumbled through some bushes and interrupted two men engaged in something he'd considered perverse; oral sex. Something even his wife would never do. He'd stammered an apology and beat a hasty retreat before they took exception to his presence. The dog had turned up while he'd been out looking and he'd often wondered whether fate had led him to that spot. Gerald's dream's had been full of that scene for a long time afterwards. In them he did things his conscious self wouldn't dream of doing, but in the privacy of his mind, nothing was taboo. After several months of these dreams, he couldn't shake the image of an aroused penis coming closer and closer to his mouth and woke one night with a throbbing erection that he usually masturbated to sl**p, following swiftly into a dreamless state. That night he didn't and made his way to the park where a fit young man gave him his first taste of sperm and hooked him for good. His mouth watered in anticipation as he quickened his pace, drawn on by the hot promise of tasting the forbidden elixir once more. Gerald paused on his second circuit of the park as a light flickered in the moonless dark, illuminating a rugged face. A cigarette flared between full, thick lips, white teeth gripping the filter shone like a row of tombstones as smoke drifted between them, reminding Gerald of an old horror movie. The image sharpened his fear and, ...