I was in complete shock and heartbreak when he came out and told fetish me; but my cock had remained as hard as a rock ever since I found out he was cheating on me. The months of masturbation and sexual frustration I got when I knew my beautiful bottom husband, Blake, was out partying and having fun with other young men. I saw him hugging them and kissing them with glee at the local nightclubs on Facebook, happier than I've ever seen him since we got married seven years before. It was even more of a shock and heartbreak when it was revealed that the man Blake had settled down to date, was none other than my best friend from High-School; Kyle. A boy I had a crush on since I was a kid, a man I always thought was heterosexual and would never touch me for that reason alone. I was wrong; he was touching my husband Blake like they belonged together. My name is Scott and I was in my late twenties when all this drama began. However; I suppose you could say the story starts properly when I was eighteen turning nineteen. I was the short and stocky type; 5ft-7inches tall, broad shoulders, which made me look strong and sturdy along with brown medium length hair. I had a sort of box shaped head and plain features. I had played local and school sport and was regarded as quite muscular in comparison to the rest of my grade of peers. People were very surprised when I revealed that I was attracted to males. It was a complete shock for both my friends and the more popular boys I played sports with; amateur the latter of whom, slowly started to avoid me. My friends remained loyal to me though and my best friend Kyle and I became closer than ever; despite his obvious none attraction to me. I thought Kyle only dated girls and wasn't interested to other boys at all. I was very wrong. I was a guy who really only had straight friends growing up. So I was used to their dirty personality and obscene fascination with girls boobs and butts. We would gawk and laugh amongst one another as we tried to peep up girls skirts and we would make fun of the 'homo's' too; I would be the one to point out to my friends how 'faggy' the homo's in the grade were by laughing and pointing at their girly features; like how their bottoms wiggled and how they talked both in voice and body language. My straight friends would laugh ignorantly with me. I laughed in a dark sinister manor as I dealt with my sexuality at that young age. I liked girls and ladies too after all; so it was easy to relate with situations when I was in the blowjob seventh grade standing in line with one of my buddies at the school canteen and the both of gawked at two ninth grade twin girls with the cutest perkiest bottoms I've ever seen. Both me and my friend admitted to rubbing one out over their butts the following day. Thus was our inappropriate behaviour with one another. We were smart enough not to talk to each other that way in front of our parents or other adults. Wether you could call that immaturity or a twenty-first century youth being comfortable with each others sexuality. Sure some boys only liked females, males or even both; but oral in the end; all boys, that is, all males; are the same in the end. This friend that gawked with me about the beautiful twins at the canteen all those years ago was in fact my best friend Kyle. Kyle had brown hair too and was taller than me, and less stocky; though by no means skinny or weedy. Some people called him dopey back in the day, but I always knew he was smarter than that. He was lean and strong and had the body of a Greek god. He wasn't always muscular as a kid though. As a kid he was energetic and skinny but still maintained his brown rough skin tone that he kept in his teens to the present. Kyle was hyperactive and very enthusiastic as an adolescent and teenager. He always had a smile on his face. “I know. The driver opened the door and they exited. “You want daddy to eat this pussy?” “Greetings, Prince Meinard,” the woman spoke, her voice sounding strange. I am guessing the family will want her shipped back up to Pennsylvania?” "Don't worry, it's just a little bump, it won't even penetrate." “How will you do that?” The sensation was abominable and rough the rotting meat smell of its saliva overpowered her and became a new source of degradation. I took a lick at my wife's cunt in the middle of the airport. Swapna said " wow" that's awesome Deb was held in place as the impaling horse cock pumped its gooey liquid into her cunt. Hell, she flirted with everyone: men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. There was still liquid in amateur it, fetish either cum or pre-cum so I sucked it out. ‘No! I can’t!’ my mind screamed! Her skin was unbelievably soft, and I soon found my hands rubbing her foot, massaging it, manipulating it and wondering what it would have been like to make love to Cindy when she was alive. Magda’s eyes were shining and she licked her lips. She sat on the divan with Caylie next to her. Afterwards, Liz and I just stared in each other’s eyes for a brief moment but it seemed much longer than oral that. She knew what kind of lesbian - blowjob the kind that she was. “We said ‘Hi’ and I commented on his dessert ***********ion. You’re going to get to know Bobby a whole lot better tonight!” She was super horny. She took a hand and started running through Nikki’s hair.