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Young Stud Reawakens My Bi Side

I was freshly divorced. We had a good marriage initially, loved each other very much, and the sex was great. As happens to so many couples, things became stale and mundane, our sex life diminished, and I suppose we both simultaneously concluded it wasn't going to work, and we amicably divorced. I'd enjoyed a few pleasurable bi experiences early in my life. My ex wife never had a clue that I had enjoyed sleeping with men before we met. There were a few new houses going up in the neighborhood, and on my drive home every day I noticed a young guy putting the finishing touches on one of them as far as exterior work and landscaping. He rode a motorcycle, which is something I enjoy, so one day I stopped to admire his bike. He heard me pull up and emerged from the back yard. I told him that Inused to ride and that I loved his bike. He thanked me and told me about some of the rides he'd been on. I found myself admiring him as long dormant thoughts and feelings began to take over. He was tall and muscular. His t-shirt stretched over his muscular frame, and even through his jeans I could tell he was well endowed. And what I really loved was his long, fine blonde hair that was almost to his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me, smiling. He knew I'd been checking him out. I told him I lived just down the street and asked him if he wanted to stop by for a cold glass of water. He told me he had cold water but thanked me. I went home, put on some music, changed into a short black robe, and was just chilling when I heard a motorcycle pull into my driveway. Something stirred deep in me. Was it him? A knock on the door, and yes it was. I invited him in - he was exquisite, really. He said he'd take me up on the ice water. As I watched him drink I looked him up and down, and knew that he saw me checking him out again. I decided I'd ask if he wanted to shower, expecting him to say no. He surprised me by accepting my offer. I gave him a robe that matched mine and showed him the bathroom. I could hear the water in the shower. I imagined what this hot young guy looked like with water cascading over his well toned body. Again, long dormant feelings were awakened in me - it was intoxicating. I decided, what the hell and poured two glasses of wine. When he came back to the kitchen, he looked like nothing I'd seen - his long, fine hair, his chiseled face, and the robe loosely tied so that some of his chest was visible and just barely covering his manhood. There was electricity in the air as he approached me. He stood there for a moment, then slowly brought his hand up and untied my robe. I was lost in another world by now, having lusted after him since our conversation at the worksite. He parted my robe, revealing my rapidly growing cock. He brushed it with his hand, then caressed my balls while stroking me. I can't describe the feeling. After a while of this, he grabbed me and effortlessly lifted me and carried me to my couch. He laid me on it and kneeled in front of me. He looked at me and smiled, then proceeded to kiss the tip of my cock. He began licking my shaft, then after a while of that, put the tip of my cock in his mouth and slowly began giving me the best blow job ever. Every now and then he deep-throated me. I was almost to the point of losing it, and he could tell I was ready. When my balls tightened, he stopped stroking and sucking and just gently held my cock in his mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, as he swallowed every drop. This was only a prelude of what was to happen next. After we both chilled for a moment, he stood up, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders, and took me to the master bedroom. He practically threw me on the bed - I was loving being manhandled by this young stud. I was on my back - he approached me and put my legs on his shoulders, spreading me wide for him. His huge cock was already dripping pre ejaculate. He rubbed it over his cock and placed it on my opening, teasing me. This was driving me crazy and I loved it. He slowly entered me, working his cock in me bit by bit, until he was halfway in. What happened next was amazing, as he turned into a sex crazed animal. He rammed his cock the rest of the way in me, and began using me relentlessly. Fuck me, fuck me, was all I could say over and over. After quite some time of this frenzied fucking he started breathing heavier and I knew what was happening. Fill me deep, hurry and fill me deep, I practically screamed. When he finally let go it was amazing - over and over he pumped me full. He collapsed on top of me with his cock still in me and we lay there for a while. He finally raised up, grabbed me and roughly turned me over, and lifted my hips until I was on the edge of the bed. He shoved his still very stiff cock in me and started pounding me. I was completely dizzy. Fuck me hard and fill me again, was all I could say. His stamina and staying power were amazing - after what seemed like an eternity he began moaning and I knew he was giving me his seed. He kept pounding me, and I have never felt so used in my life. He finally pulled out of me, his warm semen gushing from me. I could hardly stand, but finally made it back to the kitchen. He had a change of clothes in his bike's saddlebag and changed. We hugged, and he left. The sound of his engine roaring to life sent a wonderful feeling through me as I thought of the fucking this beautiful young stud had given me. I looked at the glasses of wine that hadn't been touched and thought about how intoxicated I was from his sex. It was then that I realized that neither of us had said a word the entire evening. Alas, this sexy young stud was from another state. He did spend the next couple of weeks finishing his work. And yes, he did come over every evening for a repeat of what we'd experienced that first time...

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