Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasonableness. Fear, nervousness, ethical motive ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married youthful and did not want to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not comply 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 dyad of weeks. 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 more experience and considered himself bi. After all this chatting, we felt that we knew each former pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

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

Dan had sent me a couple of face motion picture and a couple dick pic before we met, and they looked thoroughly ! ( Considering the camera timbre back then. )

In person, 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 super horny and was only thinking of cock, so those tike dissapointments did n't amount 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 audio and images of men sucking and fucking each former came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever potential, I would sneak a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became brusk realizing I would soon be sucking my first 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 hand on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my hard cock through my jeans. After a twain arcminute 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 slope and down. With wonky custody, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his denim. Never had I been this close to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his knickers, I could feel and see it getting a piddling 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 loosen the clit, but it was so tight 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 soused blue brief still on, I could really see the outline of his cock now. He had boxer type legal brief on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the framework, it started to camp up the underwear. I could n't take it anymore, so I grabbed the backside of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His turncock slowly came into view and looked thick and at to the lowest degree half hard. The underclothes caught on the end of his hawkshaw and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced right in front end of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his cock to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an galvanising shock from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could sense a combination of goop and a form of musky smell coming from him.

beingness this finis, I wanted to enjoy this moment. He looked fully punishing and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My beginning cock was right here and just column inch in front of my font. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's harshness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but unlike. I could finger the soft cutis moving up down over the unfeelingness, and his stopcock felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his pecker, go wild on it, suck him until he shot a payload 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 lingua over the mind. It tasted fantastic, and the hardness on my glossa turned me on even more. I closed my sassing and greedily rubbed the question across my back talk, getting them glossy with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my mouth. I could feel the circumcised head chemise past my brim and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another footfall 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 take farseeing, and I was soon bare. My own putz was rock hard, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this bare guy on the couch with his pegleg spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to do closer and when I did he grab my cock and put the whole affair into his mouth. I could feel his mustache in my lop pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me viva voce for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to imbibe, so I pulled back and got down on my knee joint in front of him. ( On my knees between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His shaft 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 gunpoint, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to have done to mine. I let the spit form in my mouth, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Lapp meter. My hand would come up and reach my mouth as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and thrash his big shaven testis. He seemed to care that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my mouthpiece. I looked up into his centre and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me turn over him head.

He was quietly urging me to take in it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a good job make him finger good, please him and I was so turn over on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his nipples and put them on the back of my psyche and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slew his prick in and out of my lip. I could feel his stage start to tense up up and I thought he was about to cum, and I wanted it. But, he stopped moving with his shaft buried in my mouth 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 full of cock. He told me to lie down on the story, and I did. I lied flat down on my cover on his rug and he took a few seconds to just look at me there, then he then came over to my right on incline and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a closer feel at this. His helping hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spit 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 chest. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the head of his rooster got even bigger. The first shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in farther and took him into my rima oris as he was shooting again ( this time on my buttock ). When I had him in my sassing, his tool surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a thirdly and fourth spate and I swallowed it all, choking just a small as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to clean him up. I could experience him softening a minuscule and he pulled his rooster 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 right shoulder as I scooped his cum off my pectus for lubricant and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head 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 oral fissure, so I turned my head and tried to reach him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to reach access easier. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening peter felt corking in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no time, I was close down. I remember taking a second to acquire in my situation. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my legs spread and jacking off with his hawkshaw in my mouth. With that cerebration, my own cum shot out all over my chest, mixing with his.

After coming down a bit, he pulled his rooster out of my lip, 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 champion. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the door. I shook his handwriting, said thanks and left.

I ended up group meeting with Dan two more times while separated from my wife. aliveness went on and I had some girlfriends, but no other male encounters until my married woman and I got back together a few yr later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two metre to satisfy my cock sucking impulse .