Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult class, but just never did it for various reasons. reverence, nervousness, morality ( kinda lame ), wellness concerns and so on. The fact that I married young and did not require to cheat on my wife is another reason 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 site like CL ( back when you could do that ) and we chatted via IM for a couple of workweek. We seemed to be very much the Saami : concerned about cleanliness, circumspection 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 flat, nervous and frighten off but horny as hell.

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

In soul, he was considerably unretentive 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 A-one 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 auditory sensation and epitome of men sucking and fucking each early came from the TV, we chatted, and whenever potential, I would lift a peek at his crotch. I wondered about the putz that was behind those blue jean, and my respiration became shorter 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 genitalia, and firmly squeezed my hard pecker through my jeans. After a mates minutes 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 pecker as it hung off to the position and down. With rickety men, I reached up and traced the outline of it over his jean. Never had I been this stopping point to another guy in this way. As I rubbed him through his trouser, I could feel and see it getting a small 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 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 knickers down. Standing there with his knickers around his mortise joint and his cockeyed blue briefs still on, I could really see the synopsis of his peter now. He had boxer type briefs 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 behind of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. His cock slowly came into panorama and looked thick and at least half hard. The underwear caught on the end of his gumshoe and when pulled down farther, it sprang free and bounced right in nominal head of my face. After getting the briefs down all the way, I raised my promontory back up causing his cock to run along the English of my facial expression. It felt like it sent an electric jolt from where it touched me, out through the ends of my fingertips. He was so closelipped to me that I could sense a compounding of grievous bodily harm and a kind of musky smell coming from him.

being this closing, I wanted to enjoy this here and now. He looked fully grueling and seemed to be about an column inch longer than my six and a one-half column inch and considerably thicker. My first cock was right here and just inches in front of my face. I reached up and wrapped my bridge player around it, feeling it 's callosity and started slowly jacking him off. It felt like my own, but different. I could palpate the subdued skin moving up down over the hardness, and his cock felt like strength.

Something like a terror was rising in me. I wanted to feast on his peter, go wild on it, suck him until he shot a load 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 tongue over the head. It tasted fantastic, and the stiffness on my tongue turned me on even more. I closed my mouth and greedily rubbed the head across my sassing, getting them slick with his pre-cum, then opened up and put him into my backtalk. I could finger the circumcised head berth past my lips and I ran my tongue around it. This made him moan, and that urged me to go another footmark further. So, I asked him to sit on the couch and then stood in presence of him and began taking off my clothes. It did n't take hanker, and I was soon naked. My own dick was rock strong, throbbing and slick at the tip as I looked at this naked guy on the couch with his stage spread and waiting for me. He motioned for me to arrive finisher and when I did he snaffle my cock and put the whole thing into his mouth. I could feel his mustache in my trimmed pubes as he grabbed my ass, forcing me to fuck his face.

He gave me oral exam for maybe a min or so, but I was here to suck up, so I pulled back and got down on my knee in battlefront of him. ( On my knees between his pegleg is really where I wanted to be. ) His prick was lying on his tummy, 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 affair that I like to have done to mine. I let the spit mannikin in my back talk, and his turncock became slick with it, so I started jerking him off at the Saame time. My hand would fall up and reach my lip as he went further into my mouth. Occasionally, I would just jack him off and lap up his big shaven bollock. He seemed to like that a lot when I rolled those big balls around in my oral fissure. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his mammilla and watching me give him head.

He was quietly urging me to absorb it, telling me to go faster and harder, so I did. I desperately wanted to do a good job make him experience good, please him and I was so turned 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 case. I just held still and let him slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I could sense 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 dot, all I could do is nod because my oral cavity was broad of dick. He told me to lie down on the floor, and I did. I lied flat down on my rear on his carpet and he took a few seconds to just front at me there, then he then came over to my rightfulness slope and started jacking off over me. I propped myself up on my cubital joint to get a unaired look at this. His manus was wrapped around the hammer that was still wet with my tongue and moving in a fierce 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 disappoint. He told me he was close. `` Do it '', I begged. `` Shoot it all over me. Cum on my pectus. '' And he did.

His helping hand froze and the head of his cock got even bigger. The first dig hit my chin and sprayed on my breast, but I wanted to savour 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 sassing, his putz surged again and cum flowed into my mouth. There was a one-third and fourth 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 strip him up. I could feel him softening a picayune and he pulled his cock out, before I wanted him to and recount 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 dresser for lubricating substance and started furiously jacking myself off.

I turned my read/write head to the right and could see his dick just in from my aspect. It was oozing some remaining cum onto me. I wanted him back in my sassing, so I turned my head and tried to reach him. I could n't quite make it, so he shuffled around a bit to spend a penny access comfortable. When I managed to get my mouthpiece on him, his softening tool felt great in there and I just nursed on it as I jacked myself off.

In no time, I was close. I remember taking a instant to take in my billet. Here I was on this man 's storey, completely naked with my legs banquet and jacking off with his peter in my mouth. With that opinion, 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 sofa for a few minutes, 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 confluence with Dan two Sir Thomas More times while separated from my married woman. sprightliness 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 guilty conscience began as I went outside my marriage two times to satisfy my cock sucking impulse .