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 concern and so on. The fact that I married Young and did not desire to cheat on my wife is another understanding I did not follow this fancy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted.

I met `` Dan '' on a land site like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a brace of weeks. We seemed to be very much the same : 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 former pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

I showed up at his flat, neural and scared but hornlike as hell.

Dan had sent me a brace of grimace pics and a brace peter pics 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 motion picture ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in genuine life.

But, I was A-one 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 phone and images of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his genitals. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jean, and my external respiration became brusk realizing I would soon be sucking my maiden tool. 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 mitt on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my arduous rooster through my jean. After a dyad minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his script from my lap and stood up right in front line 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 shivering deal, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jeans. Never had I been this close to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his bloomers, 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 push, but it was so soused 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 pixilated wild blue yonder briefs still on, I could really see the schema of his cock now. He had boxer typecast brief on and his cock hung down and off to the leftfield. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to tent up the underclothes. I could n't make it anymore, so I grabbed the bottomland of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His stopcock slowly came into view and looked thick and at least half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced rightfulness in front of my case. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his cock to run along the incline of my aspect. It felt like it sent an galvanic jerk from where it touched me, out through the death of my fingertips. He was so closing curtain to me that I could smell a combining of soap and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

Being this close, I wanted to revel this moment. He looked fully backbreaking and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My first cock was right here and just in in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it 's hardness and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could find the soft peel moving up down over the inclemency, and his stopcock felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his rooster, go wild on it, suck him until he shot a load down my throat, but at the same time, I wanted this to final stage. As I masturbated him, pre-cum started to look at the tip. `` Here we go '', I thought, as I leaned forward just a bit and ran my knife over the point. It tasted fantastic, and the hardness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my sass and greedily rubbed the principal 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 slip past my sass and I ran my lingua 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 social movement of him and began taking off my wearing apparel. It did n't take on yearn, and I was soon naked. My own dick was rock laborious, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his legs spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to total closer and when I did he grabbed my cock and put the unscathed thing into his backtalk. I could find his moustache in my garnish pubic region as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me viva for maybe a hour or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knee joint in battlefront of him. ( On my knees between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His cock 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 back talk. At that point, I went wild on it, doing matter that I like to have done to mine. I let the spit out variety in my oral cavity, and his cock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the same meter. My hand would follow up and reach my lips as he went further into my backtalk. Occasionally, I would just jacklight him off and puzzle out his big shaven balls. He seemed to wish that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my sass. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me generate him head.

He was quietly urging me to sop up 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 ferment on knowing that I could do it. He removed his hands from his tit and put them on the back of my head and gently began fucking my boldness. I just held still and let him slide his hammer in and out of my lip. 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 prick 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 lip was full of peter. He told me to lie down on the story, and I did. I lied flat down on my vertebral column on his carpet and he took a few seconds to just appear at me there, then he then came over to my in good order side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbow to get a faithful face at this. His hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spit and moving in a furious yard. 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 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 head of his hammer got even adult. The inaugural shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to savor it, so I leaned in foster and took him into my sass as he was shooting again ( this time on my brass ). When I had him in my mouth, his tool surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a third and twenty-five percent surge 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 make clean him up. I could feel him softening a little 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 rooster on my right articulatio humeri as I scooped his cum off my pectus for lube and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right field and could see his dick just inches from my human 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 give access sluttish. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening stopcock felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no time, I was close up. I remember taking a second to subscribe to in my spot. Here I was on this man 's flooring, completely naked with my wooden leg bedspread and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that cerebration, my own cum shot out all over my chest of drawers, 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 mo, 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 coming together with Dan two more multiplication while separated from my married woman. living went on and I had some girl, but no former manlike encounters until my married woman and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt began as I went outside my marriage two clock time to satisfy my cock sucking urges .