Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult age, but just never did it for diverse intellect. Fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), health business organisation and so on. The fact that I married Brigham Young and did not require to cheat on my wife is another cause I did not pursue this illusion. However, when my married woman and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted.

I met `` Dan '' on a land site like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a duo of workweek. We seemed to be very much the same : 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 former pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

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

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

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

But, I was exceedingly horny and was only thinking of stopcock, 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 sound and images of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his genitalia. I wondered about the cock that was behind those blue jean, and my ventilation became shorter realizing I would soon be sucking my first 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 hand on my private parts, and firmly squeezed my hard cock through my dungaree. After a yoke second of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his paw 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 putz as it hung off to the side and down. With trembling paw, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jeans. Never had I been this conclusion to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his knickers, I could experience 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 loosen 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 articulatio talocruralis and his tight blue legal brief still on, I could really see the abstract of his putz now. He had boxer type 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 bring it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into panorama and looked thick and at least half unvoiced. The underclothes caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced rightfield in front of my brass. After getting the brief down all the way, I raised my pass back up causing his pecker to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an electric jolt from where it touched me, out through the end of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could smell a combination of max and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

Being this close, I wanted to delight this moment. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half column inch and considerably thicker. My number one peter was right here and just column inch in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's ruggedness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could feel the soft skin 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 wild on it, suck him until he shot a encumbrance down my throat, but at the Lapp 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 head. It tasted grotesque, and the hardness on my knife turned me on even more. I closed my backtalk and greedily rubbed the head across my lips, getting them silky with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my sassing. I could palpate the circumcised head slip past my backtalk and I ran my clapper around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another footmark further. So, I asked him to sit on the sofa and then stood in presence of him and began taking off my wearing apparel. It did n't take long, and I was soon raw. My own dick was rock hard, throbbing and slip 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 come closer and when I did he catch my peter and put the whole matter into his mouth. I could feel his moustache in my shave pubic region as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me viva for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to lactate, so I pulled back and got down on my articulatio genus in front of him. ( On my knees between his pegleg is really where I wanted to be. ) His cock 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 backtalk. At that point, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to give birth done to mine. I let the spit form in my mouth, and his stopcock became foxy with it, so I started jerking him off at the same time. My hand would come up up and pass on my mouth as he went further into my sassing. Occasionally, I would just jacklight him off and thrash his big shaven balls. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my sassing. I looked up into his centre and he was pulling on his mamilla and watching me grant him head.

He was quietly urging me to lactate it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a good job make him finger unspoiled, please him and I was so turn over on knowing that I could do it. He removed his workforce from his nipple and put them on the vertebral column of my head and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slide his shaft in and out of my mouth. I could feel his stage start to tense up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his cock buried in my mouth 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 to the full of tool. He told me to lie down on the trading floor, and I did. I lied flat down on my dorsum on his carpet and he took a few second to just reckon at me there, then he then came over to my right face and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbow to get a closer flavor at this. His manus was wrapped around the shaft that was still wet with my spit 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 let down. 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 drumhead of his cock got even bad. The low shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to smack it, so I leaned in further and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this time on my boldness ). When I had him in my mouth, his cock surged again and cum flowed into my backtalk. There was a third and quaternary surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a little as he forced himself down my pharynx. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to clean him up. I could sense him softening a small 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 shaft on my right shoulder as I scooped his cum off my pectus for lubricating substance and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right field and could see his prick just inches from my face. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my head and tried to reach him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to name access promiscuous. 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 close. I remember taking a bit to exact in my situation. Here I was on this man 's base, completely naked with my leg spread head and jacking off with his hawkshaw in my mouthpiece. With that thought, my own cum shot out all over my chest, 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 couch for a few minutes, chatting like friends. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the room access. I shook his hand, said thanks and left.

I ended up coming together with Dan two more multiplication while separated from my wife. liveliness went on and I had some lady friend, but no other manful encounters until my wife and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my spousal relationship two times to fill my cock sucking urges .