My sex with a man - the firstly time.


It had been a long week of sale calls, it was Thursday nighttime and one to a greater extent day to go before heading home.

I had taken a hotel in the middle of the city, most central to my client, on a silence side of meat street.

For year, when travelling alone, I 've had a little private ceremony, celebrating myself. Tonight I needed a weft up before venturing out for dinner.

My trusty dildo was in the bag. I rinsed my rear with my water bulb, lubed myself and proceeded to have anal sex, all on my own.

This picayune procedure had, with prison term, almost become a routine. I was a marital man and never sought sex with any other woman for my total married life. But wanking off with a dildo inside me felt good and seemed totally harmless.

eating in the hotel was not on my schedule. Unfortunately, many hotel dining rooms are either outrageously expensive, or serve awfully middling food, or sometimes both.

"Where is the nearest restaurant ?"

"One half block down the street."

That sounded convenient and off I went. Sure enough there it was. The menu displayed outside seemed varied and reasonably priced. I stepped in.

There was an fortify guard standing just inside the door. Oops, this must be a really dangerous area of townsfolk. I feel safe to be here, not that I have ever thought about dining under the eyes of a man with a gun before.

The plaza was near full. I was offered to sit with two ladies.

"Sure, come sit with us."

We had an amicable word about this and that and then we moved on to relationships. They were good ally, lesbians and lovers.

It gradually dawned on me, innocent me, this is a restaurant that caters to the gay community.

I have never had practically to do with gay woman before so I must accept, I asked a few rather personal inquiry about sex and relationships in general.

The TV was showing the newsworthiness over the bar. After dinner, I decided to mess about at the bar, have a survive beer, watch the news and then rejoin to my hotel.

There was a young man sitting next to me. We started talking about the intelligence. He told me that he was, 27, an amateurish swimmer, and in the bar waiting for his girlfriend to come pick him up after oeuvre. She 'd call him when she was ready to arrive. His girlfriend would be lately tonight and it was quite clear he would be there for a while.

This was an intriguing berth. Perhaps he was gay ? I have never really met a gay man in individual. Well, since we were in a gay bar, why not ask ?

I asked him if he 'd wish to come to my elbow room, I could do him a rum and Coke.

"That 's a good melodic theme, crapulence are expensive here,"he said.

The paseo was very suddenly to the front room access of the hotel. I felt a little shamed as we rode the elevator, I do n't think I had ever had a visitor in my hotel room before.

We seated us by the little tabularize and I proceeded to mix our drinks. I stood against the desk with my back towards him.

As I turned around, I was stunned.

There he was, stark naked with an erect putz pointing straight at me.

I caught myself, released my whang, and let my pants drop. I wore no underclothes that Nox, moved closer and put his dick between my legs.

We moved in and out but there was some detrition, my skin resisted his dick.

Next step, I reached into my toilet table case and pulled out a prophylactic. I quickly put it on his peter and added KY-Jelly, with an extra swipe around my ass-hole.

Then I turned around and guided his tool into my welcoming hole. I had just played with my dildo there earlier, call back ? I leaned forward and he slid in, effortlessly, and started pounding my ass.

It felt wonderful.

But, I want to see your face too. Let 's do the missioner position.

No job, I laid down on my vertebral column on the bed with one of the pillows under my hips for ease of access.

That was absolutely rattling.

I am doing it.

I am finally being fucked by a man.

He held out quite a patch, then he warned me,"I am cumming."

"That 's fine, do it.".. and I ejaculated on my own stomach.

He withdrew his dick, removed the condom, gave it a twosome of strokes and - added his cum to mine on top of my stomach.

Wow, that was absolutely wonderful. Now I have seen and experienced a man 's climax, other than my own. I also learned, for the first sentence, that being fucked by someone else is so exciting that it can make me cum too.

Yes, I was truly ignorant. The final prison term I saw soul 's rear dick cumming was when I was 14, in high-pitched School, when we boys had a rival to see who could fare the quickest.

He stayed for another minute, making small talk and finishing off a couple of drinks.

Before leaving, he suggested that he would like to love me again.

"What ? So soon ?"

This sentence was much less hurried.

The sex felt even better for me. After all, I was sharing his experience of fucking me, heard his moans and I felt his contortions as he ejaculated deep inside my ass.

After dressing again, his phone rang within minutes."I will be there in 10 minutes."

We parted manner after sharing our telephone numbers and electronic mail addresses with promises to find each former again.

Unfortunately, I changed employer some fourth dimension later. I never again had rationality to go back to that city for any strain job trip again.

But, I had learned that it was absolutely marvellous to be the receiver of a man 's dick. It did n't convert my appreciation of my wife 's embracing subdivision, but gave me an alternative to my lonesome wanking, something different to strive for when travelling.

Now, class later I have a regular fuck-buddy, a married man like myself. We meet occasionally for mutual satisfaction.

But, I will forever carry a"thank you"in my nous for this Pres Young man. He finally, after years of lingering doubt, proved to me that I am truly bisexual and can enjoy sex every which way.

Yes, I am majestic to be bi .