I HAVE VERY SERIOUS MISGIVINGS ABOUT SEX WITH MARRIED MEN

But where do you draw the line? You know that if they tried to pick you up and you say no they will just go to the next available trick and you will have missed out on some fabulous sex.

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By Kevin McLean

 I try to avoid them like the plague…married men are bad news. One thing is for sure: you can’t have a lasting relationship with most of them if not all. When they are out and about cavorting, looking for same sex activity it is a given they will find it and if it is not you it will be the queen sitting in the next stool at the bar or the cum dump at the end of the trail in the public park.

I am almost sure that to most married men who have extramarital affairs…be it with other women or with men, the clandestine nature, the risk of getting caught factor plays an important roll in the thrill of the hunt.

Man is basically a hunter-gatherer and we have a genetic message to go out and hunt, to capture prey and bring it to the table or to overpower a prospective mate in order to procreate. But it gets more complicated because the sex act itself is very pleasurable and for a man it makes little difference where his penis is inserted since the sensation of sexual pleasure is about the same. What makes it different and exciting for most married men is the thrill of the intrigue, the sneaking out, the idea that they are getting away with something illicit and immoral. 

I run into these married guys everywhere, from the video store where they might make a quick stop for a blow job after work before going home to their fat, ugly wives or at the park on Bird Road. Sometimes I have even been propositioned by guys on the beach who were there with their families in Crandon Park. They supposedly get away for a walk along the shore but their main purpose is to line up a trick. 

I have also had my share of them at the gay beach in Virginia Key. That is the place to go if you want to make sure you are going to get a piece of ass or get sucked off. Some of them, in fact more than most people can imagine, are bottoms like me who are there to find a stud who would fuck their asses from here to kingdom come. 

Of course there are the baths but these guys are usually from out of town and they get a one day pass to go to the gay sauna and will have multiple partners in one night. I often worry about them catching some STD and carrying it home to Ohio and giving it to their unsuspecting wives. 

I had to work an overnight shift at the hospital from 11 to 7 in the morning but the doctor that was to replace me didn’t show up until close to 10am. He said he had car troubles…I think the bastard just overslept. In any case, sometime during the night this young victim of a motorcycle accident came in and had two broken legs. They fixed him up and put casts on both legs and sedated him heavily. 

As with any 18 year old, the testosterone is eating away at their bodies and mixed in with the adrenalin of the incident it caused him to have an erection. One of my favorite nurses was on duty that night and he is this jolly old queen who has a very generous sense of humor. We both walked into the young man’s room to check up on him and what do we see? There was a tent of major proportions. Robert lifted the sheet to reveal the most incredible sized dick and as he grabbed it the young man had a spontaneous ejaculation.

That incident left me so horny that on my way home I had to stop at Bird Road Park to see if I could score a big cock like the one I had just seen. It was getting close to lunch time and I knew there would be plenty of men looking for action. It took a while but they all started to file in leaving their cars in the parking lot and venturing into the paths. 

I took notice of several that were promising…one particular one was this body builder type who had an enormous basket. He disappeared into the brush but before he turned into the path he looked back at me and motioned with his head indicating he wanted me to follow. I waited a minute or two and then went into the same thick brush where in one of the clearings was the guy naked as a jay bird. He was glorious…built and smooth, even though I prefer them hairy but he had a cock on him similar in size to the young man’s at the hospital.

I noticed the ripped body and the nice face…and I looked at his hand and there it was…a wedding ring. This guy was good husband material…only somebody else’s husband but I wanted that dick of his up my ass and even if I had turned away, there was another queen who just followed us and he would have done him in a New York minute. In any case, the guy was standing there naked and sporting an erection. He said: “Would you like to get fucked?” I got closer and held that magnificent dick in my hand and immediately went on the on my knees which hurt because of the pebbles and pine needles.

It didn’t last long, he grabbed me with both hands in my armpits and raised me to kiss me and turn me around. He then penetrated me all at once without mercy and that huge cock of his was painful at first but it turned out so pleasurable because this guy “had the moves” that make you want more.  

Dude: “Oh, man, I needed this, and you have such a beautiful ass…tight and warm…better than my wife’s pussy any day…ah, ah, fuck, shit, ah, ah, I’m getting close…you want it in your ass?” I didn’t answer, instead I grabbed both his hips and made him impale himself into me and I tightened my ass to hold the monster captive. He shot his load all right and no sooner he was finished, he put on his clothes and left. I was left there still recuperating when I noticed that the queen I assumed was going to do him if I turned him down had been watching us fuck from behind the bushes.

Turns out he was cute as hell although his cock was not as big as the one I just had up my ass. He got closer and I took a good look at him and told him to fuck me. He just stepped right in back of me and with the big load that was dumped in my ass it made for a frothy lubricant. He didn’t last even a minute. The breathing got heavier and the groans and moans louder and he too shot his wad deep into my ass. 

I have gotten wiser over the years and don’t expect much from any of these married guys, not even a phone number. But I now make it a habit to look at the hand and see if there is a wedding ring on it. Following are a few models that look an awful lot like the ones I sucked off in the park or in tea rooms through glory holes.