Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult long time, but just never did it for respective reasons. awe, nervousness, morality ( kinda square ), wellness concerns and so on. The fact that I married Lester Willis Young and did not require to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not adopt 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 hebdomad. 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 Sir Thomas 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 apartment, nervous and scared but aroused as hell.

Dan had sent me a couple of typeface pics and a mates dick pics before we met, and they looked unspoilt ! ( Considering the tv camera calibre back then. )

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

But, I was top-notch horny and was only thinking of cock, so those child dissapointments did n't come to much.

Once fully in to his apartment, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay porno 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 peep at his crotch. I wondered about the pecker that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became scant realizing I would soon be sucking my first-class honours degree 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 helping hand on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my intemperately cock through my jean. After a dyad minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his hand from my lap and stood up right in nominal head of me.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I could see the lineation of his cock as it hung off to the face and down. With shaky hands, I reached up and traced the scheme of it over his jean. Never had I been this last to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pant, I could feel 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 undo the button, but it was so sozzled 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 ankles and his nasty blue legal brief still on, I could really see the abstract of his cock now. He had boxer type briefs on and his pecker hung down and off to the left hand. As I rubbed it through the textile, it started to tent up the underwear. I could n't take on it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underclothing and cautiously pulled it down. His hammer slowly came into view and looked midst and at least half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his shaft and when pulled down farther, it sprang spare and bounced right in front of my face. After getting the legal brief down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his pecker to run along the English of my brass. It felt like it sent an electric jolt from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could smell a combination of soap and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

being this ending, I wanted to enjoy this here and now. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inch and considerably thicker. My first cock was right here and just inches in movement of my font. I reached up and wrapped my handwriting around it, feeling it 's hardness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but dissimilar. I could palpate the voiced 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 dick, go wild on it, suck him until he shot a shipment down my throat, but at the same clock 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 tongue over the head teacher. 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 slip with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my back talk. I could feel the circumcised chief slip past my lips and I ran my clapper around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another step further. So, I asked him to sit on the lounge and then stood in front of him and began taking off my apparel. It did n't take foresightful, and I was soon au naturel. My own peter was rock difficult, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this nude guy on the couch with his wooden leg spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to fall closer and when I did he grabbed my cock and put the completely thing into his backtalk. I could feel his mustache in my trimmed pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a min or so, but I was here to suck up, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in front of him. ( On my knees between his wooden leg is really where I wanted to be. ) His turncock was lying on his stomach, so I picked it up and licked from the fundament all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that dot, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to suffer done to mine. I let the spit form in my mouth, and his cock became cunning with it, so I started jerking him off at the Lapplander time. My hand would derive up and reach my back talk as he went further into my lip. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and lick his big shaven Lucille Ball. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big musket ball around in my mouth. I looked up into his eye and he was pulling on his nipples 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 expert job make him feel dependable, delight him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his nipple and put them on the rear of my brain and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slip his stopcock in and out of my backtalk. I could palpate his pegleg showtime to tense up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his dick 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 lip was full of rooster. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied matted down on my back on his carpet and he took a few arcsecond to just wait at me there, then he then came over to my right side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my cubitus to get a closer look at this. His hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my saliva 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 disappoint. He told me he was close. `` Do it '', I begged. `` Shoot it all over me. Cum on my bureau. '' And he did.

His deal froze and the head of his turncock got even giving. The beginning shot hit my mentum and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in far and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this fourth dimension on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, his rooster surged again and cum flowed into my oral fissure. There was a third and fourthly spate and I swallowed it all, choking just a little as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to strip him up. I could feel him softening a petty and he pulled his dick out, before I wanted him to and differentiate me he wanted to see me cum. He got behind me and rested his cock on my right berm as I scooped his cum off my thorax for lubricant and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right and could see his dick just inch from my face. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my backtalk, so I turned my point and tried to contact him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to spend a penny access leisurely. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening prick felt swell in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no clip, I was ending. I remember taking a second to take in my spot. Here I was on this man 's story, completely naked with my peg spread and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that cerebration, my own cum shot out all over my bureau, 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 minutes, chatting like ally. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the door. I shook his hand, said thanks and left.

I ended up encounter with Dan two more prison term while separated from my wife. lifetime 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 guiltiness began as I went outside my marriage two metre to fulfil my tool suction urges .