Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my grownup years, but just never did it for several rationality. care, restiveness, morality ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married young and did not need to cuckold on my wife is another reason I did not follow this phantasy. 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 twain 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 than experience and considered himself bi. After all this chatting, we felt that we knew each other pretty well and arranged a get together at his apartment ...

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

Dan had sent me a span of nerve pics and a couple dick pics before we met, and they looked full ! ( Considering the camera quality back then. )

In individual, 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 first-rate horny and was only thinking of cock, so those fry dissapointments did n't amount to much.

Once fully in to his apartment, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay pornography that I had brought with me. While the phone and images of men sucking and fucking each former came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would sneak a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the dick that was behind those jeans, and my breathing became inadequate realizing I would soon be sucking my first peter. 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 prick through my jeans. After a match minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his handwriting from my lap and stood up right in figurehead of me.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I could see the schema of his shaft as it hung off to the English and down. With shaky manus, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jeans. Never had I been this stopping point 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 buckle gratis, I started to untie the button, 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 trouser around his ankles and his tight blue briefs still on, I could really see the abstract of his cock now. He had boxer typewrite briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the textile, it started to tent up the underwear. I could n't carry it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underclothing and cautiously pulled it down. His rooster slowly came into horizon and looked thick and at least half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his cock and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced right in strawman of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my nous back up causing his cock to run along the English of my case. It felt like it sent an electric saccade from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so ending to me that I could smell a compounding of soap and a kind of musky smelling coming from him.

Being this finale, I wanted to enjoy this instant. He looked fully concentrated and seemed to be about an column inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My maiden cock was right here and just inches in presence 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 feel the soft 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 cock, go crazy on it, suck him until he shot a load down my pharynx, but at the Lapp 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 natural language over the oral sex. 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 mouth, getting them satiny with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my oral fissure. I could palpate the circumcised head elusion past my lips and I ran my natural language around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another whole tone 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 prospicient, and I was soon naked. My own dick was rock heavily, throbbing and slickness at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the lounge with his branch spreadhead and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come finisher and when I did he grabbed my cock and put the unanimous thing into his sassing. I could experience his moustache in my trimmed pubic region as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in nominal head of him. ( On my stifle between his legs 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 backtalk. At that period, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to have done to mine. I let the spitting form in my backtalk, and his cock became slickness with it, so I started jerking him off at the same clock time. My hand would come in up and contact my lips as he went further into my backtalk. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and solve his big shaven balls. He seemed to care that a lot when I rolled those big chunk around in my sass. I looked up into his center and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me give him head.

He was quietly urging me to lactate it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a good job make him feel honorable, please him and I was so ferment on knowing that I could do it. He removed his helping hand from his nipples and put them on the rear of my head and gently began fucking my face. I just held still and let him slew his cock in and out of my mouth. I could palpate 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 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 sassing was full of pecker. He told me to lie down on the story, and I did. I lied bland down on my back on his carpet and he took a few second to just reckon at me there, then he then came over to my mightily side and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my cubitus to get a closer aspect at this. His hired hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my saliva and moving in a maddened stride. 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 pectus. '' And he did.

His hired hand froze and the head of his pecker got even bigger. The first shaft hit my chin and sprayed on my chest, but I wanted to savor it, so I leaned in far and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this time on my cheek ). When I had him in my oral fissure, his shaft surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a tertiary and fourth billow 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 feel him softening a little and he pulled his shaft 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 compensate shoulder as I scooped his cum off my chest for lubricating substance and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right and could see his cock just in from my face. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my straits and tried to progress to him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to cook approach loose. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening pecker felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no clock time, I was close-fitting. I remember taking a s to take in my billet. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my legs banquet and jacking off with his dick in my backtalk. 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 sass, stood up and grabbed a towel for me. After cleaning up, we got dressed and sat on the couch for a few hour, chatting like supporter. 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 meter while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girl, but no other male encounters until my wife and I got back together a few eld later. Then the guiltiness began as I went outside my marriage two times to satisfy my shaft suck urge .