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Lonesome no more... by John Peter. Well there I was again, sitting at my computer, alone. About three years ago, I discovered the chat lines on AOL, and ran up a huge phone bill. Since that time I have signed on to a local internet provider and it is now only a local call. Now I don't have the chat lines of AOL, instead I have a program called "Freetel." It's like a chat line, but it doesn't have separate rooms, so you have to put codes on your introduction to see if anyone picks up your code as to who you want to talk to. I usually use BiWMM, which means bisexual, white-married-male. Then once you connect to someone, you talk to that individual privately. It is a pretty nice program for meeting guys of similar interests. You see, I am a married bisexual married male. My wife doesn't know, nor do I ever intend to let her know about my attraction to men. We have been married many years and have a strong marriage, but I just have this other need for man to man sex. Actually I discovered over the past few years that what I really want is a long term - singular male to male friendship which includes sex - but most importantly includes a real strong bonding - maybe "love" if that word doesn't scare you. I love my wife, but also have room to love a man also. Well, let me start at the beginning. As I said before about three years ago, I got on the chat lines and I met a couple of nice guys on the "gay" "bisexual" chat lines. One of my computer buddies told me about an email group of bi-sexual men, which was separate from AOL, and it was accessible through my regular internet account. I was searching for a male friend - hopefully someone nearby who I could meet and get friendly with. The fellas I talk to on-line are mostly from other parts of the country, so a meeting was very unlikely with those fellas. The guys on this group where married or divorced guys, and generally close to my age (as opposed to the young gay guys I had met in bars many years ago). Well, I had arranged to meet a couple of the guys in the city, which is about an hour's drive from where I live. One guy, who was very nice, did not appeal to me romantically or sexually. Another guy I had drinks with but he was apparently not attracted to me. I was not "scoring" again. I was beginning to think that this computer approach was really no better than cruising the gay bars (which I had given up years ago). I was beginning to think that maybe something was really wrong with me. You see, I had cruised the bars in the city about twenty years ago, but I really did not find that a very satisfactory way to meet really nice guys. I had hoped that the computer was a way to find really nice guys, preferably married guys in similar situations to mine. The weird thing is that a number of the guys I talked to on a regular basis - from other parts of the country - sounded so nice and I felt we would be good friends - in fact, several have become very good friends, but we have never really met. A couple I have met in person, I could have a great relationship with, but unfortunately we are hundreds of miles apart. Well, anyhow, I am getting way off the main point of my story. I did finally meet a guy, and for a year we had what I thought was a wonderful relationship. The unfortunate thing was that he did not want a "monogamous" relationship. I knew that, but I was hopeful that as time went by he would become emotionally involved with me, and not want anyone else. That just was not meant to be. My feelings for him were strong, but he just could not think of me as anymore than one good fuck buddy. He eventually in his pursuit of other guys found another one, who in fact he had pursued to move into town. Well, we sort of parted and went our separate ways. I was really emotionally devastated by this brief but wonderful relationship. I had given myself so openly to him, and loved him very deeply, but it became very apparent that he did not share my feelings. So here I was back at my computer all alone again. I talked to several new guys on the net, but nothing seemed to be happening. One fellow seemed very interesting, in fact, I asked about a possible meeting, and he then got "cold" feet. I don't think he had totally worked out his sexual issues yet, he used the screen name "curious", so I don't want to push. I found that guys who are "curious" are not ready for a relationship, they are exploring their sexuality and in some cases just talking on the net, because they are scared to make actual contact. Well, one night, I got a call on Freetel, from Rick. He described himself as about 6'2" 220#, brown eyes, brown hair, moustache, and moderately hairy chested. Sounds like my type....in fact I am about the same description. It was intriguing to think of two matching brown bears. I was kind of reluctant at first to meet with him, having just come from a recent breakup. Starting a new relationship so soon, might not be such a good idea, but Rick was very insistent and persuasive. We arranged to meet at McDonalds in the city at a specific time, the next day. I was rather nervous because this seemed rather rash and hasty. I really did not know that much about this guy. We had not talked that much yet. In fact, I was sort of reluctant because his bio had indicated an interest in body building and while I had started going to the gym and working out, I was not a Charlie Atlas by any means. Well, Rick was insistent that he was into bodybuilding for himself and he was not attracted to other bodybuilders. So, I reluctantly agreed to meet him at McDonalds. I went to the McDonalds and bought a cup of coffee and found an empty seat in the corner. The place was empty except for two UPS guys sitting on the other side of the room. Soon this really good looking fellow came in. I was not sure it was Rick, but he fit the general description. He was wearing a tank top and blue jeans, and he was really nicely built with broad shoulders, wavy brown hair, a hairy chest and deep brown eyes. He looked my way, smiled, and started over. I felt a shiver go down my spin. "Hi, are you Larry?" "Yes, you must be Rick." We talked about general things, the weather, etc. Then he asked if I would like to come over the his house which was just a few blocks away. He had already said that his wife was a work. He and his wife worked different shifts, so they had separate days off during the week, but they always had one day of the weekend off together. I followed him in my car, to his house which was a couple of blocks away, which was a nice suburban neighborhood. We went into the family room and he offered me a glass of ice tea. I said sure and looked around at his computer books and his computer set up on his desk in the corner. He came back with the ice tea and we continued to talk about computers, and about his exercise program. I had just recently started working out at the gym but I was not nearly as nicely built as he was. He apparently had been lifting weights for several years now. You could sure tell, he looked great. He sort of reminded me of that guy on the net ...what's his name...oh yes, Marco. Only Rick had all his hair. But then the lack of hair in older men like myself, doesn't bother me. I personally think that Marco is one of the sexist men I have ever seen, along with Sean Connery. We sat on the couch for a few minutes drinking our iced tea, and then Rick leaned over and kissed me. I responded by kissing him and putting my arms around him. It felt really good to be held by a big brown bear of a guy. I really missed that feeling. I am a romantic, so I like being hugged and kissed almost as much as actually having sex. Of course, sex with strangers was never really fulfilling to me. Rick continued to kiss me deeply, his tongue explored my mouth, then other parts of my face. He was really a good kisser, although I was so engrossed in what he was doing, I was not evaluating his techniques...just enjoying it, immensely. I ran my fingers though the hair on his chest and found his tits. Massaging them came natural to me, and his response was noticeably positive. He obviously found it a real turn on, his tits were getting hard and standing up. I love the shape of his pecs, which obviously had been built using the "fly" machine and lifting free weights at the gym. Our sexual passion began to build. He was unzipping my pants, and I was pulling his tank top out of his pants. He now had his hand inside my underwear and was pulling on my very hard dick. It was already dripping pre-cum, eager to have some action. I unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt....his pants came down to his ankles. Meanwhile I was licking his tits and nibbling on them. I could meanwhile feel his large fat dick pressing against my chest. He had a fat seven inches of dick which was hard as a rock and yet soft and spongy. I knelt down and started licking that wonderful tool of his. and he moaned his approval. Our pants came off and we were now both naked on the floor. I was working on his dick with a passion I had never felt before. It was a wonderful feeling to engulf that instrument of pleasure. Meanwhile he had worked his way around and was licking my dick, while he was pinching my tits. I was feeling so hot from head to toe. It was an incredible feeling of wild passion. I was licking his balls, and sucking his dick. I took it all in my mouth and it felt like it fit perfectly. I could feel his moustache on my balls as he sucked my dick to the base. What a sight we must have made, two big burly bears, slurping and sucking in a 69 position on his carpeted floor. I don't know how long this went on, because I was lost in the passion of sucking his dick and being sucked at the same time. I put a finger up his ass, and he like that too, because he made sounds of pure pleasure. He returned the favor by probing my ass with his finger. We had found each other's spots... prostate massages and sucking dick.... what heaven. I could feel that he was approaching a climax...his dick was really getting extra hard and his balls were tightening up to his body... I wanted to take him, but I knew we should not. I could feel my juices rising also. The feel of him reaching a climax was exciting me. "cum on my chest" I said.. He responded with more moans...of passion... and then he pulled out his dick and shot what seemed like cups of hot sticky cum all over my hairy chest. It was the most wonderful feeling of giving another person the ultimate sexual pleasure. I could not hold it any longer.. I pulled my dick out and shot all over my stomach and his chest.....oh man, that was wonderful. We laid there for a few minutes just enjoying the warmth -- massaging each other's bodies. "That was really wonderful, Rick" I said. I wanted to say more, but I was sure it would be too soon. I don't know how he felt, yet. Since my earlier relationship was messed up in part by my being "open" about how I felt, I wasn't going say anything this time. In fact, I was already trying to distance myself emotionally from Rick. "It was really great for me, too" said Rick "How about a quick shower to clean up." "Sure", I said. Great. I thought, I love being in a shower with aa big hairy guy. We both got in the shower and started soaping each other down. Quickly removing all the sticky cum, he kissed me again. I dropped the soap, and wrapped my arms around him and he the same with me. God, it felt so good to be in the arms of this big hairy guy. I felt so comfortable and protected when he was holding me. I did not have much love and affection from my father growing up, which is my explanation of my need for man to man sex and affection. I really crave the kissing, hugging with a man. Being the oldest child in the family, I always wanted a older brother when I was growing up but that was more for some protection. I could tell I was falling in love with him and I did not want to do that again. The last relationship did not work out and I swore I would not fall for anyone again. I was sure that I would get hurt again. Rick will not feel the same way that I feel, I am sure of that. This is just the heat of passion, I kept telling myself. I had heard that before from my last relationship and I don't want to hear it again, so I did not say what I was feeling and I tried to put the cooler on my emotions. Well, we continued to wash each other and of course the natural reaction occurred. I started feeling his dick get harder and harder...of course that made mine get harder also. Soon we were back at it. From the hugging and kissing, we were massaging each others tits, and chest hair....and then I got down on my knees and started sucking his dick again. Gosh he had a beautiful dick. It was a good length but not too long, and it was thick but not too thick. It was a nice color of pink and was very fleshy. He was muttering words like "oh Larry, suck that thing"...so I think he was enjoying my work. Then he lifted me up and he went down and sucked my dick for awhile. He was very good at it, also. He worked the head very effectively, and then deep throated my dick all the way to my pubic hairs...it felt not unsimilar to a vacuum cleaning sucking the very life out of my dick... oh, god, I think I was about to "blow"...when he withdrew and stood up. "Let's go into another room, I want to fuck you" Rick said. I was a little dubious, but he was such a gentle guy ...sort of a teddy bear versus a grisly bear, so I agreed. We towelled off quickly, and he directed me to his weightlifting room - which was a bedroom that he used for his equipment. He asked me to lay down on the workout bench. He had gotten a condom and some lubricant and was massaging my ass with his finger. I laid on the bench facing him and he raised my legs up over his shoulders...as he slowly and gently rubbed the head of his dick against my ass hole. I massaged the hair on his beautifully wide chest. I could feel his fat dick head on my ass hole....I was well lubed because it was going in nicely. I was not sure if I could take such a fat dick. Slowly, and carefully he pushed his hips so that his dick began to inch its way into my ass. For a fat dick, it was soft and it seems to slide in without any difficulty. "Oh, that is so tight," said Rick. "Oh, Larry I want to fuck you so bad." I was moaning and enjoying the pressure of his dick inside of me. I knew what a woman must feel like, cause this felt wonderful. Once he was all the way in, I felt full... I felt like I shared a special bond with him because I had a piece of him inside of me. While I ran my fingers through his chest hair and pinched his tits gently, he began his motion ---moving his dick carefully in and out of my ass. Never did it hurt or feel bad in any way. I squeezed my ass muscles around his dick as hard as I could. Wanting to hold him within me for a while. "Larry, are you doing that on purpose." "Yes, of course I am," I said. "God, that feels wonderful." He pushed harder...slowly he got faster and faster with his thrusts. I was burning up ...my body was warm all over. The more he shoved his dick up my ass, the harder my dick got. He was massaging my tits as he fucked my ass. I was really in a daze...from the passion of tit play and getting my ass reamed with a big dick. Oh...wonderful .............oh, please ---give me all that dick... oh, shit that is so hot... I was rambling....I was out of control, with passion and Rick was shouting my name.... Oh, Larry I am cumming.... faster and faster, he pumped my ass..... Suddenly I felt his dick explode...filling the condum...as he collapsed on top of me...just as my dick exploded --- spewing my hot cum all over both of our bellies.. Oh, the weight of his naked hairy body on me felt wonderful......I just laid there enjoying the wonderful warm feelings of the moment. Wishing it would last forever. Good God, I was in love again. I could not believe it. Rick began to kiss me, and explore my mouth again, which just engulfed me. I felt he was swallowing me up his dick in my ass, and his tongue in my mouth, and his arms all around me. I was smothering in the maleness of this special moment. I had told myself that I wouldn't fall in love again, but here I Was doing it. I felt a tear run down the side of my face. Rick said: "Larry, what is wrong?" "Did I hurt you?" I said, "No! Rick, I am sorry. I am such a cry baby--in fact, I'm very happy." "I am glad, because I love you." "I know we don't know each other that well yet, but I have never felt this way about a man before." I could not believe my ears. Here was this wonderful guy, who is such a sexy, hairy, hunk, who says he loves me. This has got to be a dream. "Rick, you probably don't know yet. In the heat of passion, you might feel something, but over time, maybe you will feel differently." "Larry, let me be the judge of that." "Believe me, I don't use the "L" word...that much, but I know I have such strong feelings for you." "Larry, I know you have been hurt before, but I won't hurt you, believe me." The tears came. I could not stop myself. "Rick, I am such a blubbering idiot, but you have made me so happy." "I love you, too." Well, it has been several years now. Rick and I have developed a wonderful relationship. We spend time with our respective families. Mine considers him like a uncle. Our wives are good friends. Rick and I are faithful to each other and have never gotten bored with each other. The love has grown even more over the years. We both are fulfilled, by our love for our wives, families and each other. [if you enjoy this fantasy, tell the author: richbear@hotmail.com]