Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult old age, but just never did it for assorted rationality. Fear, jumpiness, ethical motive ( kinda lame ), health concern and so on. The fact that I married Thomas Young and did not want to cheat on my married woman is another reason I did not adopt this fancy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted.

I met `` Dan '' on a internet site like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a duet of weeks. We seemed to be very much the same : concerned about cleanliness, prudence and both divorced. While I had never done anything sexual with a man, he had to a greater extent experience and considered himself bi. After all this chatting, we felt that we knew each early pretty well and arranged a get together at his apartment ...

I showed up at his apartment, nervous and scared but horny as hell.

Dan had sent me a couple of facial expression pics and a couple dick picture before we met, and they looked good ! ( Considering the camera quality back then. )

In person, he was considerably poor than me with a bit of a beer belly. And the mustache he had in his pics ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in real life.

But, I was first-rate horny and was only thinking of cock, so those minor dissapointments did n't number to much.

Once fully in to his apartment, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay porn that I had brought with me. While the phone and images of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would nobble a peek at his private parts. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my respiration became unretentive realizing I would soon be sucking my initiative cock. He caught me looking once, and asked how I was feeling. I knew this was it. It was beginning.

'' Horny. '' Was all I said, and he reached over and put his hand on my private parts, and firmly squeezed my hard tool through my denim. After a couple mo of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his bridge player from my lap and stood up right in front of me.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I could see the synopsis of his rooster as it hung off to the slope and down. With shaky hands, I reached up and traced the scheme of it over his jean. Never had I been this conclusion to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, I could find and see it getting a little harder. As I was touching him, he started unbuttoning his shirt, so I took that as my cue to go further and started to unbuckle his pants.

With the buckle free, I started to unmake the button, but it was so tight that he had to do it for me. With that accomplished, I reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down, and stripped his pants down. Standing there with his pants around his ankle joint and his mean blue briefs still on, I could really see the synopsis of his stopcock now. He had boxer typewrite briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to encamp up the underwear. I could n't take it anymore, so I grabbed the rump of the underclothing and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked thick and at to the lowest degree half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced right hand in front of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his cock to run along the slope of my face. It felt like it sent an electric automobile jolt from where it touched me, out through the destruction of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could reek a combination of soap and a kind of musky olfactory sensation coming from him.

organism this close, I wanted to enjoy this moment. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My get-go prick was right here and just inches in front of my boldness. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's rigor and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could sense the balmy pelt moving up down over the hardness, and his rooster felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to junket on his cock, go barbarian on it, suck him until he shot a load down my throat, but at the Lapplander time, I wanted this to last. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to look at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my tongue over the forefront. It tasted marvelous, and the hardness on my knife turned me on even more. I closed my mouth and greedily rubbed the head across my lips, getting them slickness with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my oral fissure. I could feel the circumcised head berth past my sass and I ran my spit around it. This made him groan, and that urged me to go another step further. So, I asked him to sit on the lounge and then stood in front man of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't take farsighted, and I was soon nude. My own dick was rock hard, throbbing and slipperiness at the tip as I looked at this raw guy on the couch with his legs spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come finisher and when I did he take hold of my cock and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could palpate his moustache in my trimmed pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to bonk his face.

He gave me oral examination for maybe a second or so, but I was here to soak up, so I pulled back and got down on my knee in front of him. ( On my knee joint between his ramification is really where I wanted to be. ) His stopcock was lying on his stomach, so I picked it up and licked from the al-Qaeda all the way to the tip and shoved it into my lip. At that spot, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to own done to mine. I let the saliva form in my mouth, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Sami time. My hand would follow up and reach my back talk as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack up him off and lick his big shaven clump. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me give him head.

He was quietly urging me to suck it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a good job make him feel good, delight him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his nipples and put them on the cover of my heading and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slither his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel his ramification showtime to tense up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his dick buried in my oral fissure and told me he wanted to cum on me and asked if that was ok. At that point, all I could do is nod because my mouth was fully of rooster. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied flat down on my back on his carpet and he took a few arcsecond to just look at me there, then he then came over to my right incline and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a closer smell at this. His hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my tongue and moving in a furious pace. I started jacking myself as I watched this. I wanted to see that cum. I wanted to taste it. I wanted it all over me and he did n't disappoint. He told me he was close. `` Do it '', I begged. `` Shoot it all over me. Cum on my breast. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the head of his cock got even bigger. The first injection hit my Kuki-Chin and sprayed on my pectus, but I wanted to savour it, so I leaned in further and took him into my oral cavity as he was shooting again ( this time on my cheek ). When I had him in my sassing, his tool surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a third and one-quarter surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a little as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to houseclean him up. I could palpate him softening a picayune and he pulled his stopcock out, before I wanted him to and told me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his cock on my justly shoulder as I scooped his cum off my chest for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my header to the rightfield and could see his pecker just inch from my face. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my oral fissure, so I turned my point and tried to hand him. I could n't quite bring in it, so he shuffled around a bit to make access easier. When I managed to get my oral cavity on him, his softening cock felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no time, I was last. I remember taking a second to take in my place. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my legs gap and jacking off with his shaft in my mouth. With that view, my own cum shot out all over my dresser, mixing with his.

After coming down a bit, he pulled his rooster out of my mouth, stood up and grabbed a towel for me. After cleaning up, we got dressed and sat on the lounge for a few minutes, chatting like friend. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the door. I shook his mitt, said thanks and left.

I ended up encounter with Dan two more times while separated from my married woman. Life went on and I had some girlfriend, but no other manly encounter until my wife and I got back together a few old age later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my man and wife two clip to live up to my turncock suction impulse .