Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), health business organisation and so on. The fact that I married Young and did not desire to wander on my wife is another reason I did not follow this illusion. 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, circumspection and both divorced. While I had never done anything intimate with a man, he had 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, unquiet and scared but turned on as hell.

Dan had sent me a couple of grimace moving picture and a couple cock movie 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 exposure ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in real life.

But, I was top-notch horny and was only thinking of cock, so those youngster dissapointments did n't add up 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 sound and range of men sucking and fucking each former came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would abstract a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became myopic realizing I would soon be sucking my first shaft. 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 genital organ, and firmly squeezed my concentrated cock through my jeans. After a couple minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his handwriting 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 jeans. Never had I been this closing to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, 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 buckle free, I started to unmake the button, but it was so compressed 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 trouser around his ankles and his tight blue devil briefs still on, I could really see the precis of his peter now. He had boxer type briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the framework, it started to encamp up the underwear. I could n't use up it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underclothes and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked midst and at least half backbreaking. The underclothes caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang unloosen and bounced rightfulness in presence of my face. After getting the legal brief down all the way, I raised my headland back up causing his cock to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an galvanising jerking from where it touched me, out through the final stage of my fingertips. He was so shut down to me that I could smell a combination of soap and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

organism this close, I wanted to bask this moment. He looked fully intemperate and seemed to be about an in longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My first cock was right here and just in in front man of my face. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's rigourousness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could feel the subdued skin moving up down over the hardness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to junket on his cock, go uncivilised on it, suck him until he shot a incumbrance down my throat, but at the same time, I wanted this to live on. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to seem at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my tongue over the psyche. It tasted rattling, and the hardness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my mouth and greedily rubbed the head across my sass, getting them slick down with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my sassing. I could experience the circumcised head slip past my rim and I ran my knife around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another stair further. So, I asked him to sit on the sofa and then stood in social movement of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't lease long, and I was soon defenseless. My own dick was rock hard, throbbing and glossy at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his legs spreading and waiting for me. He motioned for me to follow closer and when I did he grabbed my turncock and put the unhurt affair into his oral fissure. I could finger his moustache in my cut pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a moment or so, but I was here to blow, so I pulled back and got down on my human knee 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 base all the way to the tip and shoved it into my mouth. At that point, I went wild on it, doing affair that I like to possess done to mine. I let the sprinkle physical body in my mouth, and his turncock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the same time. My hand would come up and reach my back talk as he went further into my rima oris. Occasionally, I would just jack up him off and figure out 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 eyes and he was pulling on his teat and watching me collapse 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 find trade 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 head and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slide his shaft in and out of my sassing. I could feel his legs start 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 rima oris and told me he wanted to cum on me and asked if that was ok. At that percentage point, all I could do is nod because my mouth was full of cock. He told me to lie down on the 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 rightfield side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my articulatio cubiti to get a skinny look at this. His hand was wrapped around the dick that was still wet with my spitting and moving in a furious pace. I started jacking myself as I watched this. I wanted to see that cum. I wanted to sample 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 chest. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the psyche of his cock got even adult. The first shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to smack it, so I leaned in encourage and took him into my oral cavity as he was shooting again ( this time on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, his pecker surged again and cum flowed into my oral fissure. There was a third and 4th surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a slight 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 footling 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 dick on my right articulatio humeri as I scooped his cum off my chest for lubricating substance and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my promontory to the right and could see his dick just in 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 make access easier. When I managed to get my oral cavity on him, his softening pecker felt not bad in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no sentence, I was tightlipped. I remember taking a sec to take in my situation. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my peg spread and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that mentation, 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 proceedings, 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 meeting with Dan two more times while separated from my married woman. Life went on and I had some girl, but no other virile encounter until my married woman and I got back together a few class later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two prison term to satisfy my cock sucking urges .