Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my grownup old age, but just never did it for diverse ground. care, nervousness, ethical motive ( kinda lame ), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married Brigham Young and did not want to wander on my married woman is another reasonableness 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 situation like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a brace of workweek. We seemed to be very much the Sami : concerned about cleanliness, discreetness 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 scared but horny as hell.

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

In individual, he was considerably little 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 youngster 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 sounds and images of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever possible, I would hook a peep at his crotch. I wondered about the dick that was behind those denim, and my breathing became short realizing I would soon be sucking my inaugural 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 script on my crotch, and firmly squeezed my hard cock through my denim. After a dyad minutes of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his hand 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 schema of his cock as it hung off to the slope and down. With shaky hands, 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 pants, I could experience and see it getting a niggling 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 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 bloomers down. Standing there with his drawers around his ankles and his wet blue briefs still on, I could really see the outline of his rooster now. He had boxer type briefs on and his dick hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to camp out up the underwear. I could n't assume it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into view and looked thick and at to the lowest degree half hard. The underclothing caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced rightfield in presence of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my head back up causing his dick to run along the side of my face. It felt like it sent an galvanising jolt from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so close to me that I could smell out a compounding of soap and a kind of musky feel coming from him.

beingness this close, I wanted to enjoy this mo. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My first off 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 feel the soft cutis moving up down over the rigor, and his tool felt like strength.

Something like a panic was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his rooster, go unwarranted on it, suck him until he shot a shipment down my throat, but at the same 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 glossa over the head. It tasted marvellous, and the rigour on my clapper turned me on even more. I closed my mouth and greedily rubbed the head across my lips, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my back talk. I could feel the circumcised foreland berth past my rim and I ran my spit around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another step 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 contain long, and I was soon raw. My own shaft was rock severe, throbbing and slick magazine at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his ramification spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to get finisher and when I did he snap up my tool and put the hale thing into his lip. I could experience his moustache in my trimmed pubic bone as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me unwritten for maybe a minute or so, but I was here to suck, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in front end of him. ( On my knees between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His peter 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 have done to mine. I let the spit configuration in my mouth, and his shaft became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the same clock time. My handwriting would come up and reach my lips as he went further into my oral cavity. Occasionally, I would just jacklight 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 middle and he was pulling on his tit and watching me render him head.

He was quietly urging me to suck in it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a secure job make him feel thoroughly, please him and I was so change state 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 slew his cock in and out of my mouth. 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 tool buried in my mouthpiece 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 oral fissure was entire of cock. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied flat down on my back on his carpeting and he took a few seconds to just look at me there, then he then came over to my right side of meat and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my cubital joint to get a faithful expression at this. His helping hand was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spitting and moving in a furious step. 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 breast. '' And he did.

His script froze and the straits of his rooster got even bigger. The kickoff shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest of drawers, but I wanted to taste it, so I leaned in further and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this time on my cheek ). When I had him in my mouth, 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 short 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 short 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 right shoulder as I scooped his cum off my bureau for lube 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 mouthpiece, so I turned my fountainhead and tried to touch him. I could n't quite cook it, so he shuffled around a bit to make access easy. When I managed to get my oral fissure on him, his softening shaft felt not bad in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no clip, I was ending. I remember taking a secondment to take in my situation. Here I was on this man 's level, completely naked with my peg gap and jacking off with his dick in my oral fissure. With that thinking, my own cum shot out all over my chest, 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 transactions, chatting like friends. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the door. I shook his paw, said thanks and left.

I ended up confluence with Dan two more times while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girlfriends, but no other Male encounters until my wife and I got back together a few years later. Then the guilt trip began as I went outside my marriage ceremony two times to satisfy my pecker sucking urge .