But You're Married: Vince Wants It - Sex Stories

But You're Married: Vince Wants It

I don't understand why some men like to lie about their relationship status.

"I never told you I was married no, but I never told you I was single either," Vince said as that was somewhat my point.

I was at a stage where I no longer was bent on just getting a nut: I wanted to breed a guy with potential for more.

"What difference does it make now? We're naked, and I'm rubbing your balls, Mack. And might I add, these sweet, big black balls are amazing by the way," he told me as we laid in his bed.

Vince was an older, white guy, mid to late 60s with a Santa Claus beard, belly and butt. He stood at six foot three, and just had the perfect frame as I loved my men beefy, with cushion for the pushing. He and I had been talking back and forth for a good while as he lived in Northern Virginia, and I of course in Newport News. We finally decided that we needed to hook up, as the taunting and teasing of each other with photos only made us hungry for each other, and now here I was, laying naked in his huge king sized bed, on the same side his partner usually rested on.

"Why does it that I'm married? He's not here, you are," he told me as he started kissing my left nipple. "I want some of that young, dark meat."

I tried to pull away, as I was halfway thinking of getting up to leave, but truly not wanting to.

"Keep still," he said in a stern tone as that tongue dropped and I became vulnerable.

Vince claimed he hadn't been with anyone, including his partner, for ...

... over two years as his potential encounters would fizzle out as most guys were flakes. He planted his bearded mouth on my left nipple and continued to caress my balls with his left hand, as he made it crystal clear that I would cum before I left his house.

"I want to suck you, fuck you, and get as many loads as possible out of you within these next 48 hours," the retired fire chief said to me. "I'm horny, do you understand?"

"I understand that I'm just a side piece for you, and I don't like that," I said with an attitude. "I don't get why you lied to me."

He continued to forage my body for a nut, as his tongue left my nipples to find its way to my belly button as he did something I'd never experienced before. It tickled how he lapped away in that crevice and I tried to escape, only for him to dig his big bear hands into the sides of my thighs, while chuckling.

"I told you to keep still," he said.

Somehow my legs opened up and he'd plant his face between them once he sniffed my hairy pelvis. He kissed my cock awake, not even dropping a morsel of saliva on it as it sprouted a full, erect nine inches.

"You sure you wanna do this," I asked him.

He looked at me with his blue eyes and smiled, then engulfed my cock with that big, beautiful mouth of his as his pink lips hung to the head, then the shaft.

"Vince baby, don't do this," I begged while his hands caressed my chest, his big fingers fiddling with my nipples while he gave full fledged head.

He gave me a ...