The door bell startled me and it took me just a minute to get my bearings. Apparently I had dosed off after taking a shower. I knew I shouldn't have lain down, even if it was supposedly for a second. But it had been a restless night and I had gotten up early. I shaved and showered and had two cups of coffee. I remembered my hand trembling slightly as I sat in my robe drinking the first cup. I was nervous, very nervous. That's why I thought laying down would settle me a bit. I hadn't met Mark before. All our contact had been over the internet. He responded to something I had written and before long we were communicating. He sounded interesting, and from his description of himself, much like me. So we continued to email each other, sharing a few secrets and apparently developing a long distance relationship.
But now he was coming to my town on business and we had set up a meeting. The thought of meeting him for the first time was what had me so upset. I wanted it to go well. I had laid out specific clothes to wear. I wanted to appear to be confident, attractive and maybe a bit sexy. But my mental state was making me act like a teenager on his first date.
The truth be told, over the past couple of years I had become a bit bi-curious. I really had little experience with being with another man, other than man to man massages. But that was it really. They consisted of me receiving a massage that usually included a happy ending. Admittedly a couple of times I sucked the cock of my naked male masseur. But nothing happened beyond that. And now, here I was, expecting a visit from a man I hardly knew. What was I really expecting? What did I think was going to happen?
So my plan was to dress professionally, yet with a hint of willingness. I guess I wanted something to happen even though this was our first meeting. I was ready for something to happen, even though I was nervous. And now the bell was ringing.
I had fallen asleep. Mark was at the door. There was no time to dress, so much for planning, so I grabbed my robe and headed to the door making up excuses for my appearance as I went.
Mark's emails had revealed something about him. Physically we were very much alike. And apparently we were very much alike mentally. He had also come to recognize a curious streak. His emails didn't reveal any of his experiences, but somehow I got the feeling it was similar to mine. He wanted t try something, to experience something. Maybe he wasn't sure what. I know I certainly wasn't sure. If he is really like me, and I think he is, than he's just looking for the right time, the right opportunity. Perhaps he's waiting for the right guy.
"Was I the guy?" I thought as I stumbled out of the bedroom struggling to get my robe on. We had come this far in our emails I didn't want him to leave before I answered the door.
As I pulled my left arm through the sleeve of the robe I noticed a face at my front window. It was only for a second, a man looking in as if to see if anyone was home. Even at a glance, for it disappeared quickly, it was a striking face. I pulled my robe closed wondering what had already been revealed. Then, taking a deep breath and holding my robe tightly, I opened the door.
Before I could speak Mark spoke up, "Good Morning, you must be Will." His voice sounded gentle, if a bit deep and he smiled as he spoke. His smile was wonderful, warm and friendly. I could only nod and opened the door wider inviting him in.
Shutting the door behind him I finally found my voice. "Yes, and you must be Mark." It was his turn to nod politely. It was obvious we were both shaking in out proverbial boots. His smile continued to hide his nervousness. He was about my height, just under six foot and pretty close to my weight and build. Except for hair and eye color we were very similar. And those eyes, a beautiful green color. They were piercing yet gave off a warm, caring sensitivity. Suddenly I felt a comfortable feeling overcome me. This wouldn't be so bad a meeting. He was pretty much what I expected. There hadn't been any lies. I began to relax a little and extended my hand as a welcome.
I continued to hold my robe tightly closed has he took my hand. "I'm sorry," I motioned to my more than casual dress, "I guess I fell asleep, the door bell just woke me."
"No problem." He replied with that disarming voice, "I understand, it's good to finally meet you. I've been looking forward to today since we started emailing."
Than, rather spontaneously, our hand shake turned into an embrace. I found my self with my arms wrapped around this man I had just met. And it, he, felt good. We held the embrace for what seemed like a minute, but it was probably no more than 5-10 seconds, then I pulled slowly away. My hands rested on his shoulders as I spoke, "Please excuse me while I get dressed, come in and have a seat. I won't be long."
I was looking into his eyes, being drawn in by their warmth. The eyes and the smile, he had pretty much won me over. And again, the voice, "Don't both to change on my account, I kind of like the robe." His smiled widened.
It was then I realized we had connected. First it was through email, but now, with him in my living room, I realized that the long distance connection was real. I also realized that standing before him in a partial embrace, my robe was completely open. "I guess it is a bit late for formality." And with that I fully embraced him again, but this time it included a kiss.
The kiss started like one you'd expect on a first date. But as we kissed, meekly at first, Mark's hands moved beneath my robe finding my bare ass. When he pulled me tighter, our hips pushing together, the kiss became intense. Our tongues searched for, than entwined with each other. It became passionate. The waiting, the expectation and the nervousness seemed to vanish, at least for the moment. We were together, my robe open, my nakedness pressed against his firm body. While the kiss continued there was no question, there was no worry. There was only this moment, this kiss.
Finally my head cleared a bit and I again moved away slightly. Smiling I closed my still opened robe, covering my now raging hard on. "Let's sit down for a minute and catch our collective breath," I managed to whisper. Marked nodded and, of course, smiled. I motioned to the two loveseats arranged in front of the fire place. At first we sat opposite each other.
It was only 10:30 in the morning, but I thought perhaps a drink would settle my now rocketing nerves and libido. "Can I get you something to drink," I asked, looking for support in my need for alcohol based reinforcement.
"Maybe just a glass of water," was the reply. My hopes for a fortifier nullified. I got up and moved into the kitchen. While I was getting the water he asked a few polite questions about the townhouse and the dΓ©cor. I answered accordingly and ask about his flight and business trip. Everything was very cordial, not reflecting the intensely sexual kiss that had just occurred.
I returned with the water. My robe opened slightly as I handed the glass to Mark. We both smiled as I moved to sit beside him on the loveseat.
He finished off the water quickly and moving his arm behind me, resting it on the back of the sofa, he turned his still smiling face to me. "Now," he said in that calming yet commanding voice, "where were we?"
I didn't need any encouragement. With my robe now wide open his hand found my hardening cock as my mouth found his. Again our tongues explored each others mouths. I tried to move closer to Mark, aided by his arm pulling me toward him. We began to neck like teenagers. With me closer to him, Mark let his hands go to work. First he managed to make short work of my troublesome robe, leaving me completely naked for his exploration. And explore he did. His hands were all over me, caressing my chest and nipples, wandering across my bare thighs to my rock hard dick. All the time, our lips locked in an intensely sexual kiss. It was than that my mind cleared, if only for a second, as I realized what was happening. Everything I had fantasized about, what I had hoped for was happening. This wasn't blowing a naked masseur. This was what I had anticipated; this was what we had emailed about. This was passion. All our descriptions of what we'd do if we ever got together were coming true. As Mark continued to caress my nakedness I tried to push my tongue deeper into his mouth, my lips pressing harder against his. I was filled with an incredible lust and wanting for this man.