Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for several reasons. fright, nervousness, morality ( kinda square ), wellness concerns and so on. The fact that I married Young and did not need to chicane on my wife is another intellect I did not postdate this fantasy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted.

I met `` Dan '' on a site like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a couple of hebdomad. We seemed to be very much the Lapp : concerned about cleanliness, discretion and both divorced. While I had never done anything sexual with a man, he had more experience and considered himself bi. After all this chatting, we felt that we knew each other pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

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

Dan had sent me a duet of face movie and a twosome dick pics before we met, and they looked soundly ! ( Considering the television camera quality back then. )

In person, he was considerably brusque than me with a bit of a beer belly. And the moustache he had in his picture show ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in real life.

But, I was tops horny and was only thinking of dick, so those minor dissapointments did n't amount 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 sounds and image of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would swipe a peek at his private parts. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became shortsighted realizing I would soon be sucking my first-class honours degree putz. 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 mitt on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my hard stopcock through my blue jean. After a twosome minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his hand 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 outline of his tool as it hung off to the side and down. With shivering bridge player, I reached up and traced the scheme of it over his denim. Never had I been this finish to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, I could finger and see it getting a niggling 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 undo the push 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 mortise joint and his mingy blue air briefs still on, I could really see the outline of his cock now. He had boxer case briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to tent up the underwear. I could n't take it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His dick slowly came into eyeshot and looked midst and at least half hard. The underclothes caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced right in movement of my face. After getting the brief down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his rooster to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an electric jounce from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so fold to me that I could smell a compounding of soap and a sort of musky smell coming from him.

Being this closing curtain, I wanted to delight this moment. He looked fully backbreaking and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My first shaft was right here and just inches in forepart of my human face. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's insensibility and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could feel the soft skin moving up down over the rigorousness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a affright was rising in me. I wanted to feed on his peter, go uncivilized on it, suck him until he shot a load down my pharynx, but at the Saami time, I wanted this to last. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to seem at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my tongue over the promontory. It tasted fantastic, and the rigourousness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my rima oris and greedily rubbed the head across my sassing, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my back talk. I could palpate the circumcised fountainhead slip past my lip and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another step further. So, I asked him to sit on the sofa and then stood in front of him and began taking off my dress. It did n't ingest long, and I was soon bare. My own dick was rock hard, throbbing and glossy at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his legs spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to fall finisher and when I did he grabbed my rooster and put the whole affair into his sass. I could feel his moustache in my trimmed pubic bone as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to hump his face.

He gave me oral examination for maybe a instant or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in figurehead of him. ( On my stifle between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His hammer was lying on his stomach, so I picked it up and licked from the base all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that dot, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to accept done to mine. I let the tongue form in my oral cavity, and his cock became slick down with it, so I started jerking him off at the Same time. My hand would come up and pass my mouth as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and bat his big shaven chunk. 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 mamilla 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 dear, please him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his tit and put them on the back of my headspring and gently began fucking my look. I just held still and let him slide his hammer in and out of my mouth. I could experience his leg start to tense up up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his dick buried in my back talk and told me he wanted to cum on me and asked if that was ok. At that decimal point, all I could do is nod because my mouth was full of pecker. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied monotonous down on my back on his carpet and he took a few mo to just expect 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 nigh face at this. His hand was wrapped around the dick that was still wet with my spit and moving in a ferocious 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 let down. He told me he was close. `` Do it '', I begged. `` Shoot it all over me. Cum on my chest of drawers. '' And he did.

His hired hand froze and the head of his cock got even bigger. The first shot hit my Kuki-Chin and sprayed on my pectus, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in far and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this time on my impudence ). When I had him in my oral fissure, his peter surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a tierce and fourth surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a slight as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to cleanse him up. I could feel him softening a little and he pulled his dick out, before I wanted him to and told me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his dick on my right field shoulder as I scooped his cum off my dresser for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the rightfulness and could see his pecker just in from my boldness. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my head and tried to hit him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to give entree easier. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening peter felt enceinte in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no meter, I was close. I remember taking a second to postulate in my situation. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my legs cattle ranch and jacking off with his hawkshaw in my mouth. With that thought, my own cum shot out all over my chest of drawers, mixing with his.

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

I ended up meeting with Dan two more than times while separated from my married woman. life sentence went on and I had some girlfriends, but no early manful coming upon until my wife and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two multiplication to gratify my tool sucking urges .