Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my grownup years, but just never did it for various reasons. awe, restiveness, morality ( kinda lame ), health business organization and so on. The fact that I married young and did not want to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not surveil this fantasy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted.

I met `` Dan '' on a website 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 Lapplander : concerned about cleanliness, prudence 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 early pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

I showed up at his apartment, uneasy and scar but horny as hell.

Dan had sent me a couple of typeface pics and a couple gumshoe pics before we met, and they looked good ! ( Considering the camera quality back then. )

In someone, 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 real life.

But, I was extremely horny and was only thinking of turncock, so those tiddler dissapointments did n't add up to much.

Once fully in to his apartment, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay smut that I had brought with me. While the strait and ikon of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became curt realizing I would soon be sucking my number 1 rooster. 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 cock through my jeans. After a pair 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 abstract of his pecker as it hung off to the side and down. With wonky hands, I reached up and traced the precis 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 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 gratuitous, I started to undo the button, but it was so plastered that he had to do it for me. With that accomplished, I reached for the zip and slowly pulled it down, and stripped his knickers down. Standing there with his pants around his ankles and his tight blue briefs still on, I could really see the precis of his prick now. He had boxer typecast briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the cloth, 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 pecker slowly came into sight and looked thick and at to the lowest degree half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his prick and when pulled down farther, it sprang innocent and bounced rightfulness in front of my facial expression. After getting the Jockey shorts down all the way, I raised my pass back up causing his turncock to run along the position of my face. It felt like it sent an electric jolt from where it touched me, out through the remnant of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could smell a combination of soap and a form of musky sense of smell coming from him.

Being this close, I wanted to enjoy this here and now. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an column inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My number 1 hammer was right here and just column inch in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my hired man around it, feeling it 's hardness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but dissimilar. I could feel the soft tegument moving up down over the unfeelingness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a affright was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his cock, go godforsaken on it, suck him until he shot a load down my throat, but at the same metre, I wanted this to hold up. 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 glossa over the head. It tasted fantastic, and the hardness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my sass and greedily rubbed the straits across my brim, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could feel the circumcised head skid past my lips and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another gradation further. So, I asked him to sit on the couch and then stood in front line of him and began taking off my apparel. It did n't film hanker, and I was soon au naturel. My own putz was rock surd, throbbing and slipperiness at the tip as I looked at this nude guy on the couch with his legs spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come closer and when I did he grabbed my shaft and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could finger his moustache in my dress pubis as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral exam for maybe a minute of arc or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in social movement of him. ( On my knees between his ramification is really where I wanted to be. ) His rooster was lying on his stomach, so I picked it up and licked from the theme all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that dot, I went wild on it, doing matter that I like to have done to mine. I let the spit configuration in my mouth, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the same clock time. My hand would fare up and reach my lips as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and clobber his big shaven bollock. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my back talk. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me cave in him head.

He was quietly urging me to suck up it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a practiced job make him finger good, please him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his workforce from his nipples and put them on the rear of my caput and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slew his stopcock in and out of my mouth. I could sense his legs start to strain up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his shaft buried in my lip 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 replete of tool. He told me to lie down on the trading floor, and I did. I lied flat 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 right face and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a faithful look at this. His hired hand was wrapped around the prick that was still wet with my saliva and moving in a fierce pace. I started jacking myself as I watched this. I wanted to see that cum. I wanted to savor 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 hired hand froze and the head of his pecker got even bigger. The initiatory jibe hit my chin and sprayed on my thorax, but I wanted to savor it, so I leaned in farther and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this sentence on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, his pecker surged again and cum flowed into my sass. There was a thirdly and fourth 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 feel him softening a picayune and he pulled his peter out, before I wanted him to and state me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his cock on my right shoulder as I scooped his cum off my chest for lubricant and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my point to the rightfield and could see his cock just in from my typeface. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my lip, so I turned my oral sex and tried to reach him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to make entree prosperous. 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 meter, I was cheeseparing. I remember taking a second to take in my billet. Here I was on this man 's trading floor, completely naked with my leg spread and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that opinion, my own cum shot out all over my chest, mixing with his.

After coming down a bit, he pulled his cock 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 door. I shook his hand, said thanks and left.

I ended up meeting with Dan two to a greater extent times while separated from my married woman. Life went on and I had some girl, but no former manful coming upon until my wife and I got back together a few long time later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two times to fulfill my cock sucking itch .