Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult eld, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married Loretta Young and did not require to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not follow 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 couple of weeks. We seemed to be very much the same : concerned about cleanliness, delicacy and both divorced. While I had never done anything intimate with a man, he had Sir Thomas More experience and considered himself bi. After all this chatting, we felt that we knew each other pretty well and arranged a group meeting at his flat ...

I showed up at his flat, skittish and frighten off but horny as hell.

Dan had sent me a pair of face picture show and a brace prick pics before we met, and they looked secure ! ( Considering the television camera quality back then. )

In individual, he was considerably brusk than me with a bit of a beer belly. And the moustache 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 small dissapointments did n't total to much.

Once fully in to his flat, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay smut that I had brought with me. While the sounds and images of men sucking and fucking each early came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever potential, I would sneak a peek at his genitals. I wondered about the prick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became shorter realizing I would soon be sucking my first tool. 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 crotch, and firmly squeezed my hard hammer through my denim. After a dyad mo 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 cock as it hung off to the side and down. With shaky hands, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jean. Never had I been this ending to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, I could sense 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 warp free, I started to untie the push, but it was so mean 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 tight blue devil briefs still on, I could really see the scheme of his cock now. He had boxer character briefs on and his prick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the material, it started to encamp up the underwear. I could n't hold it anymore, so I grabbed the seat of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked thick and at least one-half punishing. The underwear caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang resign and bounced right in figurehead of my boldness. After getting the Jockey shorts down all the way, I raised my straits back up causing his cock to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an electric saccade from where it touched me, out through the goal of my fingertips. He was so shut to me that I could smell out a combination of max and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

Being this close, I wanted to savour this here and now. He looked fully difficult and seemed to be about an column inch longer than my six and a half in and considerably thicker. My first off cock was right here and just in in front of my aspect. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's hardness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but dissimilar. I could find the soft pelt moving up down over the insensibility, and his hammer felt like strength.

Something like a scare was rising in me. I wanted to feed on his putz, go baseless on it, suck him until he shot a load down my throat, but at the same clock time, I wanted this to last. 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 head. It tasted grotesque, and the unfeelingness on my glossa turned me on even more. I closed my lip and greedily rubbed the capitulum across my lips, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could find the circumcised head sideslip past my lips and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another tone further. So, I asked him to sit on the couch and then stood in front of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't exact long, and I was soon raw. My own dick was rock punishing, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this defenseless guy on the couch with his legs cattle farm and waiting for me. He motioned for me to amount closer and when I did he snaffle my cock and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could sense his mustache in my trimmed 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 suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in front of him. ( On my articulatio genus between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His cock was lying on his breadbasket, so I picked it up and licked from the base all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that percentage point, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to have done to mine. I let the spit word form in my mouth, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Lapplander time. My hand would number up and strive my lips as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and drub his big shaven balls. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big chunk around in my lip. I looked up into his middle and he was pulling on his pap 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 palpate good, please him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his mamilla and put them on the back of my head and gently began fucking my grimace. I just held still and let him slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I could sense his peg start to strain up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his dick buried in my sass 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 mouth was full moon of cock. He told me to lie down on the level, and I did. I lied monotonous down on my back on his carpet and he took a few seconds to just look at me there, then he then came over to my powerful side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbow joint to get a close looking at this. His hand was wrapped around the pecker that was still wet with my spittle and moving in a tempestuous tempo. I started jacking myself as I watched this. I wanted to see that cum. I wanted to smack 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 script froze and the caput of his cock got even bigger. The showtime jibe hit my Chin and sprayed on my breast, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in further and took him into my rima oris as he was shooting again ( this metre on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, his cock surged again and cum flowed into my backtalk. There was a one-third and twenty-five percent rush 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 sense him softening a little and he pulled his peter 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 properly shoulder as I scooped his cum off my dresser for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my heading to the right and could see his dick just inches from my face. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my psyche and tried to contact him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to make up access easier. When I managed to get my back talk on him, his softening peter felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no fourth dimension, I was close. I remember taking a second to postulate in my situation. Here I was on this man 's flooring, completely naked with my peg ranch and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that thought, my own cum shot out all over my chest, mixing with his.

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

I ended up coming together with Dan two more times while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girl, but no other male meeting until my wife and I got back together a few twelvemonth later. Then the guilt trip began as I went outside my marriage two prison term to fulfil my cock sucking urge .