(All characters in this story are 18+)
Patrick was 44 years old, but working as a fisherman had aged his face and made him look several years older. He was stocky, of average height, and he used to play rugby. He was bald, but he had a short beard which was light brown, almost blonde. His eyes were green and his thick hairy arms were tattooed. His cheeks were often red and his lips were slight. His nose was small, but it kinked to the left, a memento of his time on the pitch. I liked his chunky thighs when he wore tight jeans, and I'd had glimpses of his torso which was covered in hair the same as his beard. His nipples were small, and his package, full.
He was married, having tied the knot 5 years ago, and he had two young step-children, both girls. I actually came to know him through his wife, who I'd worked with. Her name was Linda. She was the same age as Patrick, but her work hadn't aged her. She was shorter but just as chunky, with large breasts.
I was 36 years old at the time, but I could have passed for 26. I was average height and weight, with dark brown hair, shaved short. I had permanent stubble and my eyes were blue. Modestly, I'd say I was good looking, not cute.
I was out, and I didn't hide it. Linda seemed to gravitate towards me like a fag-hag, having picked up on my sharp humour. Patrick also took to me for my humour, but I got the sense there was something more.
Whenever we were alone, my gay spidey-sense would tingle. Imperceptible, unless up close, Patrick's eyes would dilate. His manner would mimic mine, and his words would become flirtatious.
I found myself becoming more attracted to him, and I started to fantasize about him. And this began to show each time we met. I'd innocently flirt with him, and my words would become suggestive whenever we were alone together.
Several months after we met, I recall we met up to celebrate his eldest step-daughters birthday at a local pub. I was squeezed in next to Patrick on a curved bench seat, and at some point his leg began to press against mine under the table. He rubbed his leg against mine and gave me a hard-on. Then when he stood to get a round of drinks, he placed his hand on my thigh to help himself up. His little finger lay over the bulge of my hard cock for a second.
When Patrick returned from the bar, he repeated his movements as he sat down next to me, only this time the palm of his hand rested on my throbbing hard bulge. No one knew or could see as he kept his hand on my hard bulge and rubbed it for a few seconds, before removing his hand.
Patrick lifted his pint to his mouth and used it as a distraction as he stared down at my crotch. He saw my hard bulge along my inner thigh, and his boxers began to fill as his cock swelled like mine. I didn't know this, but I knew he was fully aware that he'd given me an erection, and that I therefore fancied him sexually.
Conversations split off around the table, and I found Patrick talking in my ear about the rugby days, and the games the players would get up to in the changing room. This was foreplay, and he wanted to keep me hard without touching me, although his knee once again pressed and rubbed against mine.
He talked of big hairy sweaty men, jocks, cocks, and slapping asses. My cock throbbed hard in my boxers and coated my leg in sticky precum, and Patrick knew it. His tales were like auditory porn as I listened to him whispering in my ear, and it was then that I noticed the thick hard bulge in his jeans. Not long, but filling.
Of course nothing more could happen, and my coat was needed to hide my large bulge in my trousers when it was time to leave.
A week later I went round to their house. I knew Patrick was home alone as I invited myself in for coffee, which then became beer. I wanted his cock, but in the few days that had since passed, I'd convinced myself that I'd imagined much of what happened at the pub.
Patrick sat opposite me on the sofa in his check shirt and mustard coloured chinos. They were tight on his thighs and balls, and I could see them pressing against the fabric in the crotch. He had large balls, and I imagined he came a lot.
"You were giving me a hard-on last week in the pub, talking of rugby men and rubbing your leg against mine," I said after nearly finishing a beer, and finding it easy to be direct.
"I know. Is that bad of me?" Patrick admitted.
"I didn't mind, but I don't think Linda would be too impressed."
"I was just teasing," Patrick said, trying to make light of it.
"I had to go home and crack one out after that," I confessed.
"Yeah, did you think about me while you did it?"
"I did, and you were good. Shame you're not that good in reality," I said, then giggled.
"Fucker! How would you know? I might be a stud in bed," Patrick said, half laughing.
"Not from what Linda's told me. More like a two second and done kinda guy." I grinned, as my words tried to wind him up.
"Yeah, as if Linda told you that. More like I split her open and went at it all night," Patrick said while laughing.
"Yeah, sure," I said, rolling my eyes and smirking.
"I'll get it out if you want me to prove it," Patrick said as he set his bottle of beer down.
"Go on then. You know I want to see it," I replied, goading him.
Patrick leaned back on the sofa and opened the top button on his chinos. He undid the zip and pulled his trousers down a bit. H was wearing navy coloured trunks, and I could see his cock was hard. Patrick reached a hand in and pulled it out. It was maybe 6 inches long, uncut, and thick. The foreskin had revealed the head of his cock and it was as thick as the shaft and rounded.
"Very nice," I said, unsure of what to say or do.
Patrick just sat there as if waiting for me to make a move.
"Can I touch it?"
Patrick nodded and waited for the touch of my hand.
I had to get on my knees between his legs as I held his warm and throbbing chunky raw cock. My thumb and first two forefingers nearly met, but the girth kept them apart as I started to stroke them up and down his shaft.
Patrick remained silent and watched me as I slow-wanked his beefy dick.
"You can suck it if you want," Patrick said, breaking his silence.
I didn't hesitate as I licked his bellend twice, then put his whole cock in my mouth. It stretched my jaw and plugged my throat as I did my best to suck it. I sat down with my head in his crotch. My chin pressed to his balls as I sucked him. Then his hands rested upon the back of my head, guiding me with the speed and depth at which I sucked his cock.
Several times my head was pressed down, forced to take all of his thick meat into my throat. It was a fat hard sausage, and it tasted sweet. I actually enjoyed the punishment of his fat bellend choking my throat. It felt right, considering I was cheating on my friend with her husband.
A brief respite from my throat fucking, and Patrick asked, "do you want to go upstairs?" I felt nervous about his unknown intentions, but I nodded to say yes.
Patrick kicked his trousers off and unbuttoned his plaid shirt, before sitting on the end of their bed. The room was feminine and it made me uneasy, feeling my friends presence, but I soon forgot it as I resumed my position on my knees and continued sucking on her husbands thick raw meat.
Patrick reached over me as I devoured his cock, and put a hand down the back of my trousers. His fingers ran in the crease between my arse cheeks, and his fingers teased my arsehole while I sucked him off.
"Do you like being fucked?" Patrick asked, guessing I did by the way I reacted to his fingers.
"Mmm yes," I said quickly before I continued sucking on his fat dick.
Patrick wet his fingers and put them back in my trousers.
"Take your trousers off," Patrick demanded.
I did as asked but kept sucking his cock.
"Get on the bed," Patrick insisted as he pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up.
I could tell he was feeling really horny as I lay on my back and he clambered on top of me on the bed and pointed his cock to my arsehole as I raised my knees to my chest. I had no idea it would ever come to this, but I wanted him to fuck me more than anything as he coated his thick cockhead and my fuck hole in more spit.
It took a few attempts and my nerves kept my hole tight as Patrick pushed at me determined. It had been a while since I'd taken a cock that thick and I was scared. But I was determined to take it as I surrendered to the fact it was going to hurt. I gripped the back of my knees tight and tried to give him the best angle on my fuck-hole.
Seventh attempt, and his pisshole forced my ass-hole to open up to him. It felt like the blunt end of a beer bottle spreading me open further and further. He stretched me more than I could take, but he wasn't stopping as I struggled and wriggled underneath him.
Trying not to lose me, Patrick shoved 4 inches inside me and the mouth of my arse felt like it was on fire and about to split. I moaned and struggled, but he nailed me with the last couple of inches. My ass took his thick cock. No condom. Straight in my ass.
The fucking was slow and easy to begin with. He asked me if I was okay, but he really didn't care. He'd wanted to fuck me since his wife introduced us. She wasn't so keen on penetration and found his cock painful, so he was more than eager to get it in my ass.
The weight of his stocky body bore down on me as I stared at his hairy chest. His balls were tapping my ass as he rose up and down on me. I could take his thick cock, and now I was loving it.
"Fuck me!" I begged, keen to feel him hurt me again.
He heeded my words and his balls slapped my ass.
"Come in me!" I insisted.
Patrick intended to as the bed rocked and my ass took his punishment.
"Yes, yes," I said, feeling his mounting orgasm.
It hurt so good as I became nothing more than a tight hole to fuck. He felt so thick and hard inside me, like he could break me. Sweat poured down his forehead as I kicked his ass with my ankles and took his load as he groaned and shoved himself deep inside me.
"Oh yes..yesss," I moaned with pleasure feeling the married guy I fancied emptying his balls inside me. I felt honoured to take his raw cum.
Patrick kept his cock in me for a while after his balls were empty. Then he fucked me slowly for a bit more, just to push his cum deep inside me. I sighed and moaned with exquisite pleasure, knowing he'd never know how much I wanted him to cum in me.
Patrick finally pulled out and went into his en-suite. He cleaned his cock and came back as I went to use his toilet. One squeeze and a jet of cum squirted from my ass and filled the pan. He'd filled my ass with his cum.
Moments later we were finishing our beer as if nothing happened. I groped his crotch as I said goodbye, and he jokingly warned me not to get him started again. I was tempted to, but I needed my fuck-hole to recover. And this was the start of our sexual affair.