I'd fantasized about playing with a guy since I was 26. But my conservative Catholic upbringing had been enough to scare me away from trying anything, even if I had found the right guy. I left my fantasies alone, got married, and fathered a child. Yet my curiosity still got the best of me. I knew I needed to find a guy who was every bit as curious and kinky as me.
After meeting and chatting with many guys online, I finally met Randy. He wasn't like the other guys who just wanted to meet me for a blow & go. He seemed bright and articulate. Most of all he was willing to be patient and let me take things at my own speed. While he was 21 years older than me, he didn't have too much experience with other men-just enough to help me make my first time enjoyable, I hoped. He was a little taller than me at 5'9", a bit chubby but still a handsome guy. Most of all I couldn't get the image of his smooth body out of my head. Clean-shaven penis and scrotum, and a nice curvy ass. Seeing his intimate parts covered in the pink lace of his wife's panties drove me insane with hunger to slurp his clean shaft between my wanting, hungry lips.
My wife was away for three weeks visiting family, so I thought it would be the perfect time to meet Randy over drinks at the local bar. When I arrived, I sent a text to the phone number he gave me during our last chat. After waiting a nervous minute, he replied that he'd already been seated.
I took a deep breath before looking around the bar to spot Randy. A shudder went through my body. Was I really ready to cheat on my wife with a man? I noticed my own cock getting chubby, and I really felt like I was about to explode! Instead, I blew all the air out of my lungs, spotted Randy, and took the seat across from him.
We said our hellos as the waitress came by to take our drink orders. I ordered a Blue Moon and Randy got a Sam Adams. We talked about our families and working as engineers as we finished our cold pints. As the buzz slowly built up in my head, I started to feel relaxed enough to take our casual meeting to the next level. The waitress came by with the check, and I reached for the pen to sign the receipt after she swiped my credit card. The sweat from the beer glass was enough to make my hands slick, and the pen slipped from my fingers to the floor.
"Here, let me get that," Randy offered. As he leaned down to pick up the pen, his tee shirt slid up his back, revealing the black waistband of his Victoria's Secret panties protruding from his jeans. My dick was solid by this point. As I signed the receipt, I slid my receipt copy to Randy. As he flipped it over to read the writing on the back, he silently read my address and the note "Get your sexy ass over here in an hour." We said our goodbyes and headed for the door, exchanging a glance and a wink as we left the bar. In my buzzed, horny state, I had the courage to explore my most taboo sexual fantasies and not worry about what my wife would say about it.
Randy was prompt, ringing my doorbell exactly one hour after we left the bar. As I opened the door for him, his eyes were greeted with the sight of me, freshly-showered, wearing my white terry bathrobe.
"Well come on in," I said with a grin.
"What do we have here," Randy said, tugging at my belt. I grabbed his hand and held it at his side for a moment.
"I think I could go for a little foreplay first," I said. My hand swiped across the front of his jeans and slowly worked their way under his shirt before pulling it off. My fingers then softly traced a line down his chest to his waist, pulling the zipper on his jeans down. The black VS panties I glimpsed in the bar were made from lace mesh, barely concealing the smooth outlines of his penis & scrotum. I could see Randy's manhood growing chubbier with excitement.