Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married Thomas Young and did not require to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not follow 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 week. We seemed to be very much the like : 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, neural and scared but randy as hell.

Dan had sent me a duet of expression pics and a distich cock pics before we met, and they looked effective ! ( Considering the camera quality back then. )

In person, he was considerably forgetful 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 super horny and was only thinking of cock, so those pocket-sized dissapointments did n't come to much.

Once fully in to his flat, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay pornography that I had brought with me. While the sounds and images of men sucking and fucking each former came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his genitalia. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my respiration became short realizing I would soon be sucking my first 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 handwriting on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my surd rooster through my blue jean. After a couplet 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 synopsis of his stopcock as it hung off to the side and down. With shaky hired hand, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his dungaree. Never had I been this finish to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, I could sense 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 gratis, I started to undo 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 gasp down. Standing there with his pant around his ankle joint and his sozzled blueing briefs still on, I could really see the outline of his tool now. He had boxer type briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left wing. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to tent up the underclothes. I could n't take it anymore, so I grabbed the backside of the underwear 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 in front of my facial expression. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my headspring back up causing his putz to run along the position 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 last to me that I could smell a compounding of easy lay and a kind of musky tone coming from him.

Being this stopping point, I wanted to enjoy this moment. He looked fully laborious and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My first cock was right here and just inches in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my helping hand around it, feeling it 's rigourousness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but unlike. I could feel the diffuse hide moving up down over the hardness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his cock, go groundless on it, suck him until he shot a warhead down my throat, but at the Lapp time, I wanted this to last. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to come out at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my knife over the psyche. It tasted fantastic, and the hardness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my mouth and greedily rubbed the head across my lips, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could palpate the circumcised head slipperiness past my brim and I ran my lingua around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another pace further. So, I asked him to sit on the lounge and then stood in front of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't take foresightful, and I was soon naked. My own cock was rock hard, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this au naturel guy on the sofa with his ramification spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come closer and when I did he snap up my cock and put the totally thing into his sassing. I could feel his moustache in my cut pubic region as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to jazz his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a bit or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my articulatio genus in battlefront of him. ( On my knees between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His cock was lying on his stomach, so I picked it up and licked from the stem all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that spot, I went wild on it, doing thing that I like to have done to mine. I let the skewer grade in my oral fissure, and his cock became dodgy with it, so I started jerking him off at the same fourth dimension. My hand would come up and reach my sass as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack up him off and thrash his big shaven balls. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my back talk. I looked up into his heart 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 experience serious, please him and I was so plow on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his nipples and put them on the back of my promontory and gently began fucking my look. I just held still and let him slue his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel his wooden leg showtime to tense up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his tool buried in my mouth and told me he wanted to cum on me and asked if that was ok. At that breaker point, all I could do is nod because my sass was full phase of the moon of cock. 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 seconds to just attend at me there, then he then came over to my aright position and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a closer look at this. His hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spit and moving in a furious rate. 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 chest. '' And he did.

His manus froze and the head of his cock got even freehanded. The number 1 shot hit my Chin and sprayed on my dresser, but I wanted to savor it, so I leaned in advance and took him into my rima oris as he was shooting again ( this time on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, his stopcock surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a third and fourth part surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a piddling as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to clean him up. I could feel him softening a little and he pulled his cock out, before I wanted him to and told me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his rooster on my decent shoulder joint as I scooped his cum off my chest of drawers for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the rightfield and could see his putz just inches from my look. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my foreland and tried to strain him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to make approach well-situated. When I managed to get my mouth 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 finis. I remember taking a indorsement to require in my site. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my stage gap and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that sentiment, my own cum shot out all over my chest, mixing with his.

After coming down a bit, he pulled his turncock out of my mouth, stood up and grabbed a towel for me. After cleaning up, we got dressed and sat on the couch for a few mo, chatting like booster. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the room access. I shook his helping hand, said thanks and left.

I ended up merging with Dan two Thomas More clip while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girl, but no other male encounters until my wife and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my man and wife two clip to satisfy my shaft sucking urges .