A Memorable Fourth Cock – Gay Sex Stories

by Hornyalias (hornyalias@hotmail.com)

***

A true story, just a month old, of a married man’s 4th
bisexual encounter – but first happy experience. (MM)

***

I would like to tell all the readers of my 4th bisexual
gay experience, which occurred a few weeks ago in
Spain, whilst on vacation with my wife and 2 children.

Why 4th? Because after finally confronting my inner
feelings at 37years of age, married for 16 years, with
2 children, the first 3 experiences were just that – an
experience. Nothing special, certainly nothing relaxed,
planned or erotic, just snatched chances, that happened
so quick and were over before I had time to
‘appreciate’ things. All 3 resulted in me on my knees
sucking a cock, and on 2 occasions I had my cocked
jerked off. However, nothing glamorous or worth sharing
with this fine site.

The 4th is.

The holiday: 2 weeks at a Spanish Island, hotel with
about 1000 guests, 3 pools, 3 bars, and hot!

The sequence of events, as best as I can recollect, of
this fantastic event.

On day 1, we went poolside and grabbed our sun beds. It
was damned hot, so we took refuge under umbrellas, with
shades on. The kids were soon wet, wife soon
sunbathing, I was checking on the talent available.
Nothing much struck me, a couple of stunning ladies
wandered past, one topless, one not, but a promising
start.

As I perused the other sun worshippers I noticed 2
couples with healthy tans. Both couples looked late
50’s easy, oiled up, all 4 looked in shape. Shape – it
was this that made me look in detail. One of the men
had a brief set of Speedos on, and even on his back,
his cock and balls certainly stood out. I couldn’t help
but stare, and so it began. Whenever he stood, I would
stare, I made sure we got beds close enough, I just
couldn’t take my eyes of his packet.

All my fantasies regarding bisexual lustings have
always revolved around me kneeling in front of a big
cock and pleasing it. I have no wish to kiss another
man, merely to please him. I don’t crave having my cock
sucked by a man, but the 2 jerk offs weren’t too bad.
But I do want to kneel and serve a big cock, and deep
down, want to get fucked by one, although my own ‘self
pleasing’ sessions with large dildos certainly made me
wary of such an event!

After a few days I always made sure whenever he cooled
off in the pool, I did. He wasn’t much of a swimmer,
just liked to stand and cool off in shoulder deep
water. I wore goggles due to contact lenses, and quite
often swam towards him to admire the bundle, it was
outstanding.

And so it went on for a week, me trying not to stare,
but hypnotised by the site, and full of fantasies,
often laying on my hard cock at awkward moments.

I’d assumed that with my sunglasses and goggles my
admiring stares would be un-noticed.

The first Saturday, our 8th day, changed that thought,
and my sexual experiences in life so far, completely.

It last late morning, kids were in the pool over one
side, Mr. Cock was over the other, I did my innocent
swim routine. Pool was really quite, change over day at
the hotel we had realised.

As I swam towards him, he had his hands on his hips.
Suddenly, he pulled his trunks down, and released his
cock and balls from their nest. I can see that moment
mentally now, his big cock (bigger soft than mine is
hard) and huge balls free and in glorious colour. I
nearly chocked and shot up for air, noisily, about 2
foot away from him.

He’d spoken to me as I cleared my self and flipped my
goggles off, I only caught the broad Scottish accent,
but not the words. I looked at him and said ‘excuse
me?’. He then spoke the like altering words. ‘Are you
happy you’ve seen it, if you want to see it again, room
2082, 30 minutes, but you’d better be ready to more
than just look at it?’ I couldn’t speak, just nodded.

Cue mind spin. I climbed out of the pool and laid on my
blanket, he did similar. I checked the time, already
thinking of what I needed to do. He got up and left his
party, leaning into speak to his I assume wife. He took
his towel with him. I watched the clock, couldn’t get a
hard cock through nerves, I felt so sick! I told my
wife I was off to the shops, did she need anything, she
did ask for something which even now I can’t remember.
I grabbed my towel, and took the long walk.

Several minutes later I was knocking nervously on 2082.

I could hear the shower running inside, which I was
grateful for, I always wanted to suck a clean cock,
which none of my previous briefs suckings had been.

I knocked again, and needed a 3rd effort, much louder.

The door sprung open. He just barked ‘in’ to me. I
jumped and almost ran in. Whilst he was my height, I
could see now he was very broad, slightly plump very
naked, and with a semi hard huge cock, with 2 large
balls hanging very low underneath. He was also wet from
his shower. He gestured to the room inside and I duly
went. He disappeared back into the bathroom. 20 seconds
later he was back, he put a bottle of something next to
the bed (I hadn’t twigged what that was, but I sure
won’t forget it, it saved my life!).

He then stood in front of me. ‘Kneel, suck, do not stop
until you have filled your mouth with my cum, then show
me it, I will tell you when to swallow, understand?’
Fuck did I. I fell to my knees, wrapped both hands
around it (I’ve measured it our since and I think his
cock was between 9 and 10 inches long, and 5 inches
thick), and dreamily closed my mouth over the end. I
began to tongue it, put as much of it as I could over
the end, which in truth wasn’t a lot, I haven’t
mastered the art of deep throating.

Over the next 10 or so minutes I did everything I
wanted to do if I ever had time, and all I had
practised on my big plastic dildo, that sticks to walls
etc. I teased the end, wanked the shaft slowly,
twisting my hands, cupped his balls, massaged them,
worked up and down his shaft, I looked him in the eye,
lust just took over.

At one point he held my head and began fucking my
mouth, now this is actually harder than the porn stars
make it look, and not altogether an enjoyable
experience. I tasted his pre-cum. I took hold of his
cock again, wanking him harder, teasing him with my
tongue on the end of his big red cock end. I looked him
in the eye, and spoke, ‘Please cum in my mouth, please
let me swallow your cum, please shoot this cock off in
me!’

Well, it was all I’d dreamed off, and I was amazed how
much harder his cock became, I could tell he was
getting ready to cum, so I slowed my hand speed down to
barely moving, I placed my mouth over the end of his
cock, firmly onto my tongue, all the things I love my
wife to do. It took a good few seconds of the slow hand
movements, but then fuck! he near drowned me.

Another major difference between a big rubber cock and
a live one – there is real hips attached to the real
one, as fast and as hard as I tried to keep up with the
flow, he began small fucking thrusts, making me milk
his cock with the hard ‘O’ shape I had formed around
it, I had to swallow some cum to survive, but when he
finally pulled his cock out, I immediately looked up
and showed him his handy work.

He made me stick my tongue out, then told me to swallow
it, as he jerked the last bits of cum to the end of his
cock, and put it back in my mouth. I finished him off,
and cleaned every bit of the glorious cock he had
allowed me to suck. Finally he pulled away. What now,
cue awkward silence…

He walked to the desk over the other side of the room.
He poured himself a neat Jack Daniels, and downed it,
dipping the end of his cock into the glass first. He
then told me to stand up, strip off. I did, my cock
hard, but puny next to that beast. He told me to sit on
the bed and wank myself off. I did, and I shot my load
in under a minute flat, nearly passing out, cum all
over my stomach. His cock was rock hard again when I
looked at him.

He walked towards me, and told me to suck him slowly. I
did, rolling his skin back gently to suck his big cock
head. He then told me to lie on my stomach… I began
to wonder where this was going. He pulled the pillows
out from the made bed, and made me put my hips on them,
I was bent over, my ass exposed – I was going to get
fucked here… now cue panic.

I began to offer slight resistance verbally, pointing
out that cock was rather large. He smacked my ass cheek
so hard and told me to shut the fuck up. The bottle he
rested earlier was now being emptied into his hands. He
bent down behind me and slipped a lubed finger into my
ass, I clenched, he slapped again several times, no
words this time. I relaxed. He stood near my head and
made sure I could see him lube that cock up. Then he
was behind me.

Between my legs, 2 fingers fucking. His cock now
resting along the crack on my ass, the tip twitching on
my lower back. He told me to open my cheeks, I did, and
I made sure they were well spread. Then it started. He
pushed his cock head into me, though it felt like a
bat. Then out – the out bit felt fantastic. Then in,
more pressure, and I can’t gauge how much was in,
suffice to say I felt more stretched than at any point
before. And so he built up, speed, pressure, hands
gripping my cheeks hard, until he was fucking me like
an animal.

I just relaxed as best I could, and began to enjoy it.
I turned my head, and I could see us in the full length
mirror wardrobes – damn, I’d only just noticed them, I
could have watched myself suck him off. Instead I
watched myself be fucked by a huge cock. I could tell
he was barely half in by looking, not feeling.

He fucked me at good pace for a good time, not
surprising given the orgasm I’d already given him.

Then he froze, deep deep inside me, and I felt his cock
spasm, and a sensation of release. He stayed there for
a moment.

He climbed off me, dismissing me completely. ‘Get your
shorts and towel and fuck off,’ he spat in his broad
accent. I climbed to my feet, very wearily, my ass
stinging as it closed itself up. I pulled my shorts on,
checked for my room key, picked up my towel and walked
out, I didn’t look back.

I went to my room, by the time I got there I had cum
slipping out of my ass, now there’s a weird sensation.

I quickly showered my lower half and stomach, spending
some time on my ass. I ran to the shops and bought some
evidence of why I had been gone, running back, very
uncomfortable ass, sweating in the heat.

When I got back to my bed, they were all having ice
creams, barely noticed I had been gone.

I crashed out, my heart freezing when my new conqueror
re-appeared.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next, would it happen
again, how would he react.

He was there for another 3 days, and never made eye
contact with me again!

But I’ll always remember my 4th cock, no matter where
this journey takes me.

Thanks for reading.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *