Memory or Fantasy

Mine is a memory that turns into a fantasy
I played squash....just the once with a workmate.
He absolutely shattered me out and after I was shocked when he just stripped for the showers
At this time I was not bi or bi curious but as I was showering I looked at him all lathered up and his massive cock. His cock was bigger at rest the mine at full election.
I had to turned away as I got an instant stiff.

So that's the memory

The fantasy I wank to is him seeing me looking at his cock and telling me we are the only ones there and asking if I want to taste him.......

 

I frequently masturbate to memories of an ex that I dated for three years. She was batshit crazy and our relationship was not the healthiest, but she was also constantly horny. We would fuck just about anywhere, anytime, and nothing was off limits with her. She enjoyed watching porn as much as I did, and indulged my panty fetish. When we traveled to visit her family and had the house to ourselves, she would take me in her stepsister's (who she knew I thought was hot) bedroom, dump her dirty laundry basket on the bed, and fuck me silly while we rolled around in her stepsister's worn underwear and clothes.

 

I don't know her but I love her.

 

As did many men...at first, anyway.

 

My favorite is a memory for me, but a fantasy for many women.....

It occurred during a rather promiscuous phase of my life with a friend of mine who was my accomplice for many adventures.

We were out bar hopping one night, and met up with a couple of men. A black man, and a white man. They were checking us out in the bar, buying us drinks, chatting us up, etc.
After some period of time when things were going well, we were invited back to the black man's apartment.

We went back to the apartment of the black man, and it was time to choose sides for the evenings activities. Basically, my friend and I knew we were getting fucked by these men, it was just a matter of who was going to fuck each of us. So, I think we may have chatted a bit, had a drink as well. In spite of my friend's recollection that the black man was attracted to her initially, he ended up picking me, and took me into his bedroom.

So, I'm excited, elated, intimidated, apprehensive, maybe a little scared as well. My friend and I were prolific sluts at the time. We worked at the same company, and between the two of us had "done the troops" so to speak. And we both had the reputations that went with that behavior. This was the first time we would be in such close proximity to each other for that behavior.

Once we were in the bedroom, there was some "foreplay" so to speak. Kissing, hugging caressing, etc. then he we both started to undress. Now I was aware that he was a tennis player of some renown, and as the clothes started to come off it was obvious that he possessed a chiseled athletic body with significant muscle definition. When he dropped his pants and his briefs, I was absolutely stunned by the size of his cock. I had never seen anything like it before.

So, he surmised that he was my first black man, and first man with that large of an endowment. I gasped, and decided to "go for it" so to speak. So, he began the process of entering me. Around this time, the white man who was going to fuck my friend came into the room to get a condom. I was on the pill at the time, and didn't need him to wear one, much to my delight.

So, he was gentle but firm as he started to enter me, but one thing was clear to me. He was going in "all the way." He was going to make me take his entire length and girth inside me. I was literally dizzy with pleasure and pain as he was entering me. To add to all these sensations, there was a mirror beside the bed and as he was fucking me like I had never been fucked before I was able to watch us. Now, I am very fair skinned, and he had a very deep black skin tone, and the contrast of our intertwined bodies was incredibly erotic to witness. Also, while watching us, I was trying to imagine just where inside me his cock ended. I knew he was going places no man had ever gone before.

After some time of him furiously pumping me after he had worked his massive cock all the way inside me, he started to climax, inside me. I was so glad I was on the pill at the time, and was able to accept his seed so deep inside me. I guess that just added to the wanton nature of the entire experience. My friend was in the living room on the couch getting fucked by a white man wearing a condom. and I just finished bareback sex with a black man climaxing inside me. I was no stranger to slutty behavior at the time, but laying there in his bed basking in the afterglow of the experience, I felt that I had "crossed a line" so to speak, and was loving it.

After a brief period of time. he recovered, and fucked me again. I guess it was a little easier taking him in me the second time around. Again he climaxed deep inside me filling me again with his sperm. I'm just envisioning copious amount of sperm inside of me.

Sometime in the evening/morning my friend and I left to return to our respective apartments. As we usually did, we shared the details of our experiences with the men.

For the next few days after that night I was very sore. I was also trying to sort the whole experience out in my head. He was a perfect gentleman, but I did have some reservations. One thing I decided on once I recovered from the first evening was that I wanted him to fuck me again. He had contacted me, and he did invite me back to his apartment. I didn't want any kind of a date or romance, I didn't need to be wined or dined, all I wanted was to get fucked by him again.

It was similar to the first evening together, without the initial shock. I knew what to expect when the pants came off. Again, he fucked me twice, filling me with his sperm. I loved it, and was deliriously happy to be able to experience it again, alone with him this time.

After the second time I thought it all over and sorted it out. I had lived out the somewhat common white woman's fantasy to get fucked by a hugely hung black man, and loved it. I decided I didn't want a relationship. He made it very clear that he wanted me, and I could sense he had real feelings for me, and wanted it to continue. I struggled with the decision, but decided to end the relationship.

 

My wife and I have great loving sex. When I masterbate I go to other fantasies or memories.

When I’m standing in the shower, I’m with two other guys jacking off in front of group of ladies that are masterbating and coming. Another one is my wife getting screwed by a younger hung guy with me jacking off and shooting cum all over both of them. Another is a memory of me and a man rubbing penises together, showering, fondling, masterbating together. Sometimes I just focus on my own penis and how good it feels.

 

Lately I have the same fantasy every time. We talked about it last night actually. She asked what did the trick this time? I said same one I've told you about. I told her, "I visualize your face extremely joyful and contented occasionally with eyes open and smiling at me in thanks for setting up this scenario.

You are being double penetrated gently with two very thick cocks and loving every second of it. The men are saying, "this is some good pussy and ass." Then one cums and pulls out and his cum oozes out. Then you say to me, "go ahead and clean me up before the next one goes in." So I go down there and begin to lick and you moan in ecstasy.

That does it every time for me. This scenario except for the clean up began when she told me about her past escapades in bed with her many partners. I truly enjoy this woman's company.

 

I think in my next meat beating fantasy l’ll one of the studs in your fantasy!

 

This is a fantasy from many years ago that never became reality, but I still think about it. I was dating a woman, while crushing on another woman. My girlfriend knew I was fantasizing about the other woman, and one night we did a roleplay fantasy thing involving a threesome with my crush. It was a very hot fantasy where I fucked both of them and they played with each other.

A few months later, my girlfriend and I broke up. Soon after, my crush and I started dating. She's been my wife for 20+ years. Still a hot fantasy though.

 

it goes between videos and memories
while i would prefer an actual partner, i filmed a couple of consenting women giving me pleasures, those are my favorite, and handjobs mostly

 

"...She's been my wife for 20+ years...."

Good for you, lad!

 

Back when my now wife and I were 'seeing' each other for four years (married 36 yrs now), home video technology was just available, with camera and a base unit on a shelf. I would cover the camera with a towel and unknown to her, sneakily record us. Gawd, now years later, I'm so glad I did that back then! Even she says, "We looked pretty good back then, huh?"

I do regret that of the ladies I 'knew' before then, I didn't take enough pictures.

As Paul Simon wrote in the song "Bookends", ....."Preserve your memories. they're all that's left you."

 

My memory brings me back to my first girl friend and the back seat of a car it was a special time and both of for the first time.

 

My memories mostly revolve around our three and foursomes . It seems the hottest ones are of seeing my wife losing her mind in the pleasures of a different , and considerably thicker , cock . Not just my own pleasure from his hot little blonde wife but watching my own wife in action . Sucking him and riding his face and cock .Her thrills were mine as well .
After we'd pretty much stopped all that his wife told me she was wanting to experience a dvp ! Unfortunately we never got the chance so that remains a fantasy to this day .

 

Sure beats my last miserable foursome on the golf course, playing customer golf.............

 

Sounds like the wrong kind of holes to me ! LOL

 

I remember some of our group sex well. If I, had it to do over would gladly watched wife with more men, at the time I wanted to meet couples, so I could have another woman. Only a few mfm threesomes, but if we could do it over. I would have it on tape.

 

Memories definitely help . Some of my x girlfriends had steamy and powerful sex I had with them even me and my too had many good sex but memories of my x girlfriends all was turn me on.

 

Memories of masturbating with friends in middle school was is and always will be the best! Masturbating at that age with your best friends that you all trust and support each other is absolutely magical!

 

Even though I am a happily married guy, some of my memories with my former affair partner are waaaay too good to forget.

We got together just about everywhere. In cars. At work. In hotels. Outdoors. I can remember when I had to travel for business in the city where she now lived and we planned an entire day together. That was about ten hours of mind-blowing sex. That's where I learned that if the bra and panties match, it wasn't your idea to have sex!

Once we were 'discoverd' by her husband, he told me to never contact her again - or else.

But, he can't take away those memories which I bring out from time to time while I am pleasuring myself. Incredibly hot.