Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult geezerhood, but just never did it for versatile reasons. awe, nervousness, ethical motive ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married young and did not want to rip off on my wife is another reason I did not accompany this fancy. However, when my married woman 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 duad of weeks. We seemed to be very much the Same : concerned about cleanliness, free will 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 former pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

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

Dan had sent me a distich of side photo and a pair dick moving-picture show before we met, and they looked good ! ( Considering the camera quality back then. )

In soul, he was considerably unforesightful than me with a bit of a beer belly. And the moustache he had in his pics ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in actual life.

But, I was super horny and was only thinking of shaft, so those child dissapointments did n't amount to much.

Once fully in to his apartment, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay erotica that I had brought with me. While the sounds and effigy of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his fork. I wondered about the cock that was behind those jean, and my breathing became shorter realizing I would soon be sucking my world-class 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 paw on my genitals, and firmly squeezed my laborious rooster through my blue jean. After a span minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his hand from my lap and stood up right in forepart of me.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I could see the outline of his cock as it hung off to the English and down. With wobbly hands, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jeans. Never had I been this close to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pant, I could feel and see it getting a footling 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 warp absolve, 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 slide fastener and slowly pulled it down, and stripped his pant down. Standing there with his gasp around his ankle joint and his tight blue legal brief still on, I could really see the outline of his peter now. He had boxer type briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left hand. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to encamp up the underwear. I could n't train it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked thick and at least one-half heavily. The underclothes caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang liberate and bounced right in front end of my nerve. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my principal back up causing his cock to run along the English of my brass. It felt like it sent an electrical jar from where it touched me, out through the closing of my fingertips. He was so near to me that I could smell out a combination of soap and a variety of musky smell coming from him.

Being this finale, I wanted to delight this moment. He looked fully voiceless and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a one-half inches and considerably thicker. My first rooster was right here and just inch in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's callousness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could finger the soft skin moving up down over the hardness, and his rooster felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to feed on his cock, go wild on it, suck him until he shot a load down my pharynx, but at the same time, I wanted this to go. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to appear at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my spit over the header. It tasted fantastic, and the hardness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my sassing and greedily rubbed the head across my lip, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could sense the circumcised brain eluding past my mouth and I ran my spit around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another step further. So, I asked him to sit on the couch and then stood in front of him and began taking off my apparel. It did n't take long, and I was soon naked. My own dick was rock laborious, throbbing and slipperiness at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his legs scatter and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come closer and when I did he grabbed my prick and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could feel his moustache in my lop pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to suckle, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in front of him. ( On my human knee between his pegleg is really where I wanted to be. ) His cock was lying on his tum, so I picked it up and licked from the foundation all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that point, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to induce done to mine. I let the patter form in my mouth, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Saame time. My bridge player would come up and reach my lips as he went further into my lip. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and bat his big shaven balls. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big orb around in my lip. I looked up into his optic and he was pulling on his mammilla and watching me feed 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 unspoilt job make him feel good, please 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 back of my capitulum and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slide his putz in and out of my mouth. I could feel his leg start to tense up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his peter buried in my mouth and told me he wanted to cum on me and asked if that was ok. At that gunpoint, all I could do is nod because my rima oris was full of cock. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied 2-dimensional down on my rear on his carpet and he took a few mo to just look at me there, then he then came over to my right position and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my articulatio cubiti to get a closer look at this. His handwriting was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spit and moving in a ferocious stride. 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 dresser. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the oral sex of his rooster got even bigger. The first shot hit my chin and sprayed on my breast, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in further and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this fourth dimension on my buttock ). When I had him in my mouth, his cock surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a one-third and fourth upsurge and I swallowed it all, choking just a footling as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to clean him up. I could palpate him softening a little and he pulled his cock out, before I wanted him to and secernate me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his turncock on my right berm as I scooped his cum off my chest for lubricant and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my caput to the right hand and could see his pecker just inches from my case. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my mind and tried to reach him. I could n't quite take a shit it, so he shuffled around a bit to cook accession easier. When I managed to get my mouthpiece on him, his softening cock felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no prison term, I was close. I remember taking a moment to lead in my spot. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my legs bedcover and jacking off with his dick 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 oral fissure, 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 protagonist. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the door. I shook his hand, said thanks and left.

I ended up get together with Dan two more times while separated from my married woman. Life went on and I had some girlfriend, but no former male meeting until my wife and I got back together a few days later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my union two times to satisfy my putz sucking urge .