Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasons. fear, nervousness, morality ( kinda square ), wellness concerns and so on. The fact that I married Whitney Young and did not want to shaft on my married woman is another reason I did not conform to this fantasy. 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 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 other pretty well and arranged a meeting at his apartment ...

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

Dan had sent me a couple of face motion-picture show and a duo cock pic before we met, and they looked good ! ( Considering the tv camera quality back then. )

In person, he was considerably unforesightful than me with a bit of a beer belly. And the moustache he had in his pics ... Well, it look a bit scraggly in substantial 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 flat, he offered me a beer and popped in a gay porn that I had brought with me. While the phone and mental image of men sucking and fucking each other came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever potential, I would cabbage a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the peter that was behind those dungaree, and my breathing became shorter realizing I would soon be sucking my first gear dick. 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 peter through my jeans. After a couple instant of him rubbing me, and me watching him do it, he removed his mitt from my lap and stood up right in strawman 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 rickety hands, I reached up and traced the precis 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 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 push button, but it was so mean 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 bloomers around his ankles and his mingy blue briefs still on, I could really see the lineation of his cock now. He had boxer character briefs on and his putz hung down and off to the left. As I rubbed it through the fabric, it started to tent up the underwear. I could n't hire 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 least one-half hard. The underclothing caught on the end of his dick and when pulled down farther, it sprang unloose and bounced right in strawman of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my headspring back up causing his prick to run along the side of my grimace. It felt like it sent an electric jar from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so shut to me that I could smell a compounding of soap and a form of musky look coming from him.

beingness this stopping point, I wanted to savour this moment. He looked fully hard and seemed to be about an column inch longer than my six and a half inches and considerably thicker. My outset peter was right here and just inches in nominal head of my boldness. 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 indulgent 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 tempestuous on it, suck him until he shot a loading down my throat, but at the Saame time, I wanted this to cobbler's 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 top dog. It tasted fantastic, and the callousness on my glossa 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 mouth. I could finger the circumcised forefront berth past my lips 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 sofa and then stood in front end of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't take long, and I was soon au naturel. My own cock was rock gruelling, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his wooden leg scatter and waiting for me. He motioned for me to come up finisher and when I did he catch my stopcock and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could feel his mustache in my cut back pubic bone as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to get laid his face.

He gave me oral for maybe a moment or so, but I was here to absorb, so I pulled back and got down on my knees in front of him. ( On my knees between his legs is really where I wanted to be. ) His hammer was lying on his breadbasket, so I picked it up and licked from the basis all the way to the tip and shoved it into my back talk. At that head, I went wild on it, doing things that I like to have done to mine. I let the sprinkle var. in my mouth, and his peter became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Sami time. My bridge player would come up and reach my lips as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and lick his big shaven formal. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big orb around in my lip. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his mammilla and watching me fall in 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 good job make him feel good, please him and I was so turned on knowing that I could do it. He removed his deal from his nipple and put them on the dorsum of my drumhead and gently began fucking my nerve. I just held still and let him skid his dick in and out of my sassing. 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 back talk 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 entire of cock. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied flat down on my spinal column on his carpeting and he took a few s to just look at me there, then he then came over to my right face and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a closer look at this. His bridge player was wrapped around the cock that was still wet with my spit and moving in a furious rate. 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 dresser. '' And he did.

His hand froze and the head of his cock got even bigger. The first shot hit my chin and sprayed on my chest of drawers, but I wanted to smack it, so I leaned in further and took him into my mouth as he was shooting again ( this sentence on my buttock ). When I had him in my mouth, his stopcock surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a third and fourthly surge and I swallowed it all, choking just a niggling as he forced himself down my throat. He backed off a bit and shuddered as I continued to clean him up. I could sense 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 cock on my aright articulatio humeri as I scooped his cum off my bureau for lubricator and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my head to the right hand and could see his pecker just inch from my side. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my mouth, so I turned my head and tried to pass him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to make access easier. When I managed to get my mouth on him, his softening cock felt capital in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no time, I was faithful. I remember taking a second to have in my berth. Here I was on this man 's floor, completely naked with my branch spread and jacking off with his dick in my mouth. With that thought process, my own cum shot out all over my breast, 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 minutes, chatting like friends. I told him it was fun and he walked me to the threshold. I shook his hired man, said thanks and left.

I ended up meeting with Dan two more multiplication while separated from my wife. Life went on and I had some girlfriends, but no other male person encounters until my wife and I got back together a few old age later. Then the guilt trip began as I went outside my marriage two times to fulfil my tool sucking urges .