A recent event reminded me of this story from a few years ago. Thought I'd share.
During my early years, I did the usual playing and experimenting. When I was in my early 20's I was in love with pussy, but found myself thinking about men from time to time. My thoughts were not "romantic" but purely sexual and physical. Eventually I found myself looking at the men's cock as much as the women when I was looking at porn.
I think the real turning point came one morning when I got a "booty call" from one of my friends with benefits. She was in her mid 40's and married. Her husband traveled a lot for work, sometimes gone for over a week at a time. She met me at the door wearing only a see through nightgown and we went straight to the bedroom. She was in quite a state and I asked her why she was so worked up? She was from the Deep South with a buttery sounding southern accent. She proceeded to tell me that her husband had left on a trip right before she called me. But before leaving, he had fucked her. She always found his penis too small and he came too quickly. This time was no exception. He bent her over the edge of the bed, pulled out his dick went at her. After he came, he put his dick back in his pants, grabbed is jacket and suitcase, gave her a peck on the cheek and was out the door. Now I understood.
I moved between her legs and started to slide in. She moaned and raised her hips towards me. I was suddenly deep in her and I could feel s pool of his cum inside her. She must have noticed the look on my face because she said, "I'm sorry suhga. Should I have cleaned up first"? "You got here so quickly and all..." "I know it's got to be a mess in there. The man really does cum a pint." I was so excited, I started shooting and adding my cum to the supply her husband had left behind. I remained hard and we spent the next four hours in bed.
I never lost my love for pussy, but after that morning, I knew what I wanted to try next.
At about that time, America Online was the new internet service (this was before a lot of people even knew what internet was.) AOL had tons of chatrooms on just about every topic you could imagine (and a few you probably wouldn't want to). After a few visits online, I started chatting with a guy in one of the local M2M rooms. He seemed pretty normal and sane. He was 48, married, retired from the Navy and had his own business doing small electrical engine repairs. I agreed to meet him at his shop the next day at 4:30.
The next day I (somewhat nervously) strolled through the door and was greeted by a lean man with a nice smile. He was about 5'10", brown hair combed back and an easy manner about him. He introduced himself as "Nick" and shook my hand.
We chatted and talked for a few minutes until he looked at his watch and walked to the front of the shop and hung out the "closed" sign. He then led me to the back and into a large office area. I noticed there was a cot against one wall and a bathroom with a shower in an adjoining room. Right now I was a combination of nervous and excited. But I didn't have time to dwell on either. While making small chit chat, Nick kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt. Nick said "Why don't you get comfortable"? As I started to remove my clothes, Nick dropped his pants around his ankles. He was wearing boxer briefs and he was making quiet a tent in them. I wasn't wearing underwear and when I pulled down my pants, Nick said, "Nice." He removed his shorts and his cock strained into view. He was hung with about seven inches. The shaft was not overly large but it was crowned by a nice size head. And he was hard. The head was almost purple and looked like it was ready to explode. But his manner remained relaxed and easy going. This guy was completely comfortable with himself.
He took a towel off of a shelf and then strolled over to a cushioned chair. He covered the seat cushion with the towel and sat down. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it gently bounced while he walked. And when he sat down, it was hard and pointing up to the ceiling. He smiled and said, "Well Sport, I believe you said this was what you wanted." I just nodded my head and said, "Yeah".
I moved over in front of him and dropped on my knees. I reached out and, for the first time in years, I took another man's cock in my hands. After slowly stroking it for a couple of minutes, I descended on it with my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down while sucking on the head. After a couple of minutes, Nick said, "Whoa, easy there sport." You are not trying to literally suck a golf ball through a garden hose." When I took my mouth off, he looked at me and asked, "Have you done this much?" I told him that it had been years and even then I was usually on the receiving end.
