In November a few years ago I almost died, or at least that is what my doctor told me. While I was recovering, I realized that there are some things I want to do before I die so I decided to create my very own "Bucket List."
I have several things listed and I have done some of them.
The most notable on my list are golfing at Pebble Beach in California, St. Andrews in Scotland and Augusta National, home of the Masters in Georgia.
Another is to be standing at the very eastern part of Newfoundland one fine summer day with a bottle of wine or fine cognac and a Cuban cigar to toast the rising Sun. Knowing that on that particular day, I will be the first person in North America to see the Sun.
I would love a tour of the White House by a sitting President.
I would like to see a killer whale breech the water and to see him splash back into the water, not in Marineland, but out in the ocean.
I have golfed at Pebble Beach and been in Newfoundland to toast the sunrise, but on that morning it was cloudy and rainy so all I got was wet and a little drunk as I still had a cigar and the cognac.
Another notable thing I have written on my Bucket List, is to suck a large, thick cock. That one is still waiting to be checked off my list.
I really don't care whether you are white, black or brown as long as you are discreet, clean and above all....well hung. I don't care if you are married or if you have a girlfriend as long as you are....well hung. If you are married or have a girlfriend and if she is willing, she can join us so that she can show me the proper way to suck your cock. I also don't care if you are a feminine looking She-male. Some of the She-males that I have seen on various porn sites are in a word, beautiful. Just as long as you are, you guessed it....well hung.
I often wonder how it would unfold if it were to happen. So, after giving it some thought, I have come up with this story, for your reading pleasure.
After initially finding each other we exchange discreet e-mails at first. Then after we talk on the phone a couple times, we agree on some basic ground rules. Like, I have no interest in kissing a man on the mouth, a sexy She-male maybe, but definitely but not a man. I know what you are thinking, a She-male is technically a man, but for some reason, in my mind they are different. So, I wouldn't rule out the possibility of a kissing a She-male if "she" offered. I am also not interested in any form of anal sex with a man. The thought of a man putting anything in my ass or me putting anything in a man's ass is a complete turn off and is not appealing to me in any way. I would also like to know that you are comfortable with the knowledge that at any time and for any reason I may change my mind about sucking your cock. Who knows, I might get too nervous, even if you are....well hung.
Also, I have no desire of maintaining a relationship with anyone that I may meet. I will not rule out the possibility of maintaining contact with you for some future cock sucking opportunities. Basically, I just want to keep everything very casual.
So after all that we agree to meet at a local coffee shop to see if there is some mutual interest.
As I wait for you to arrive, I have a coffee and start to read a newspaper. I nervously check everyone that comes in to see if I can match them to your description. I hope that you are as you describe yourself and not some exaggeration. You will probably but younger than me, and hopefully as tall.
When you do finally arrive, my first impression of you is positive, because you are pretty well as you described yourself. About six feet tall with dark fairly short hair with a hint of gray and clean shaven. You also appear to be in fairly good shape for a guy in his early forty's. I recall you also saying that you have and I quote "a nice sized cock". I also look down to your crotch to see if I can see anything obvious going on down there.
I really hate when people over exaggerate when they describe themselves. Especially if you are planning on meeting them. Why say you are tall and good looking when you are not tall and have a big wart with hair growing out of it on your cheek.
I wait till you get what appears to be a cup of tea before I wave you over. When you get close to my table, I stand up and you offer your right hand and we shake hands like old friends. Your grip is firm and your hand is dry. Right away when you sit down I notice your eyes. You did not mention that your eyes are a particularly unusual shade of blue. They are such an unusual shade of blue that I wonder for a moment if you are wearing contacts. We sit at a section that is somewhat away from everyone else so that we can talk freely. Over coffee we make idle conversation and based on a mutual attraction, we both agree that we want this to happen. As my wife is out shopping with her girl friends this afternoon we decide to go back to my house.
When inside, I take your coat and ask you to take off your shoes. I show you to the living room and offer you a drink while you take a look around my place before sitting down on the couch. You comment on the many photographs I have on the wall and I assure you that they are all taken by me over the years. (Yes, some are from Pebble Beach and from Newfoundland). I try to calm my nerves by making idle conversation with you while making the drinks.
After handing you your drink I turn on the stereo for some background music and before I change my mind I kneel in front of you. I notice right away that your socks are clean and that your feet don't stink. Smelly feet could have been a deal breaker, no matter how well hung are may have been. You see, cleanliness is very, very important to me. I have always thought that if a person can't keep your own feet clean or if you have bad breath, how clean do they keep the rest of yourself.
While looking you in the eye, I place my hands just above your knees and I slowly run them up and over your thighs. While my hands move up over your thighs I wonder if you wear your pants to the left or right.
As my hands near your crotch, I am still looking up at you when the tips of my fingers on my right hand nudge your cock. You are also watching me when I touch you for the first time. The bulge in your pants is considerable. I think to myself, so far, so good. While I touch you for the first time with both hands I close my eyes, I try to get a better feel as to what is what by cupping as much of you as I can through your pants. Rubbing your crotch with both hands, I feel your cock grow. When I first touched you, you where just a bulge in your pants, now I can feel the difference between your shaft, your cock head and your balls. After a few moments, I open my eyes and look down. I see and watch my hands rubbing your crotch, cupping your balls, feeling your cock grow in your pants and I can hardly believe that it really is my hands doing it, making you to get a nice big hard-on. I really am playing another man's cock and soon I am going to suck a cock for the first time.
Again, you are as you described your self and for that I am very glad. And you definitely wear your pants to the left.
I look up at your face and I see you are still watching me stroke you. You notice that my hands are trembling and you tell me to relax because I am doing a good job. Nervously, I smile. It's good to know that you are enjoying my touch.
I continue to rub you, amazed that I am making your cock get even bigger. Reluctantly, I move my hands down to your knees, nudging them a bit with the hope that you'll spread your legs for me. When you do, I move closer to you. I can clearly feel the head of your cock with my hands through your trousers. While feeling you, I lean closer and trace the outline of your dickhead with my lips and close my eyes again. After a moment I move back so that you can stand up. When you do, I look up to your eyes and start unbuckling your belt.
When I looked up to your face, I notice that you are watching me. I wonder if you were watching me from the start.