Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my grownup years, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), wellness headache and so on. The fact that I married young and did not want to betray on my married woman is another reasonableness 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 weeks. We seemed to be very much the Saami : concerned about cleanliness, discernment 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 other pretty well and arranged a meeting at his flat ...

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

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

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

But, I was super horny and was only thinking of cock, 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 speech sound and figure of speech of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would mouse a peek at his genitals. I wondered about the dick that was behind those denim, and my ventilation became shorter realizing I would soon be sucking my maiden cock. 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 privates, and firmly squeezed my hard shaft through my jeans. After a brace minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his bridge player 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 shaft as it hung off to the position and down. With shaky hand, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his dungaree. Never had I been this close to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his pants, I could feel and see it getting a piffling 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 loose, I started to undo the push button, but it was so stringent that he had to do it for me. With that accomplished, I reached for the zip fastener and slowly pulled it down, and stripped his pants down. Standing there with his pants around his ankles and his fast blue legal brief still on, I could really see the outline of his cock now. He had boxer case brief on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to tent up the underclothes. I could n't take it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked midst and at to the lowest degree one-half knockout. The underclothes caught on the end of his shaft and when pulled down farther, it sprang unloose and bounced right in front of my face. After getting the Jockey shorts down all the way, I raised my foreland back up causing his cock to run along the side of meat of my face. It felt like it sent an electric saccade from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so snug to me that I could smell a combination of soap and a kind of musky odour coming from him.

Being this close, I wanted to savor this bit. He looked fully difficult and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My initiative cock was right here and just column inch in front of my font. I reached up and wrapped my script around it, feeling it 's hardness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but dissimilar. I could finger the soft cutis moving up down over the hardness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a affright was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his peter, go raging on it, suck him until he shot a loading down my pharynx, but at the same clip, 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 headway. It tasted tremendous, and the rigourousness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my rima oris and greedily rubbed the head across my lips, getting them sleek down with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could experience the circumcised head faux pas past my lips and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another stone's throw further. So, I asked him to sit on the couch and then stood in social movement of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't take long, and I was soon defenseless. My own dick was rock unvoiced, throbbing and slickness at the tip as I looked at this defenseless guy on the couch with his pegleg bed cover and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come in closer and when I did he grabbed my cock and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could feel his mustache in my trimmed pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to get laid his face.

He gave me viva voce for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to suck in, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in strawman of him. ( On my knees between his wooden leg is really where I wanted to be. ) His prick 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 mouth. At that point, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to own done to mine. I let the spit pattern in my backtalk, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the same prison term. My hired hand would come up and strain my lips as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and lick his big shaven ball. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his mamilla and watching me reach 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 safe job make him feel good, please him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his teat and put them on the spine of my principal and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slide his cock in and out of my sass. I could sense his peg 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 backtalk 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 backtalk was wax of shaft. 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 arcsecond to just seem at me there, then he then came over to my rightfulness side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a closer face at this. His hand was wrapped around the stopcock that was still wet with my spittle and moving in a wild 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 chest of drawers. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the head of his shaft got even enceinte. The foremost shot hit my Kuki-Chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in further and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this meter on my cheek ). When I had him in my sassing, his cock surged again and cum flowed into my lip. There was a third and fourth surge 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 make clean him up. I could sense him softening a niggling 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 cock on my mighty shoulder joint as I scooped his cum off my chest of drawers for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right and could see his shaft just column inch from my look. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouthpiece, so I turned my headspring and tried to reach him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to seduce access easier. 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 confining. I remember taking a minute to take aim in my situation. Here I was on this man 's level, completely naked with my legs 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 mouthpiece, stood up and grabbed a towel for me. After cleaning up, we got dressed and sat on the sofa for a few moment, chatting like friend. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the doorway. I shook his hired man, said thanks and left.

I ended up meeting with Dan two more than times while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girlfriends, but no early male encounters until my wife and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two times to satisfy my cock suction urges .