I was fascinated by Geoffrey from the start.
It started when I read his bio on the matchmaking site. The text said he was a mature gay single man looking for connection. He was open to friends, but his ultimate goal was a committed relationship. The interests he listed were genteel and showed education and culture. His photo was "G" rated and showed a man of average height and weight with good taste in clothing.
I began a correspondence with him, and soon we were sending notes back and forth with regularity, even though we lived a long distance from each other. We exchanged photos, all very innocent and innocuous.
This was different from the few online courtships in my experience. There was no explicit sex talk. When we spoke of sex, it was vague and offhand. Geoffrey made it clear he was looking for physical intimacy, but he was not at all inclined to discuss these personal things with a veritable stranger across the internet.
I was fine with this mystery, in fact it made me even more curious and interested in him.
One thing led to another, and Geoffrey mentioned that perhaps we should speak on the phone. This seemed a natural progression. We chose a time when we would both have time for a leisurely conversation.
I expected a little bit of awkwardness as we reconciled our true voices to imaginings, but I was truly stunned by how Geoffrey sounded.
Please forgive me if I fall back to stereotypical words here. Geoffrey sounded very gay. He didn't lisp, but that was about the only thing missing from a complete set of over the top vocal mannerisms. His voice was high pitched and softly modulated. He giggled and oozed cynical swoops of dramatic expression about everything.
I was captivated by his obvious and apparent 'gayness'. Wasn't this exactly what I wanted? I didn't want just any man, I wanted THE man. I wanted connection. I wanted ... something... a lover? Boyfriend? Mate? Isn't a gay man exactly what I was looking for?
The more we spoke on the phone, the more notes we exchanged, the more I wanted to meet him. I fantasized about this obsessively.
Months passed. Summer was over and my busy time done. It was a twelve hour road trip to Geoffrey's condo, and I got there just after dark.
Finally we were face to face. Our hug was brotherly, genial. I was wondering about a kiss, but Geoffrey took my hand pulled me deeper into his home.
"Martini time!" Was all he said. But imagine how he said it. His speech was not 'feminine' it flashed a neon sign that read 'GAY'. I found it very sexy.
By the time we finished our first drink in the elegant formal living room we were jabbering like old friends reunited. We returned to the immaculate kitchen to mix another and I glanced about the perfectly decorated space. Art covered the walls and everything was just so.
When we sat again on the couch we were turned toward each other and our knees were almost touching. There was a moment then... Geoffrey looked at me and smiled. He reached out to touch my knee. My cock jumped to full erect in spite of being confined in my jeans. My tie had been loosened. I reached my hand out to touch his fingers. In a breath we were kissing. Softly, tentatively, then with growing intensity and passion. I was lost in the kiss, overwhelmed by the romance of it.
Geoffrey walked this fingers from my knee to my thigh and then to the outline of my hardon. I moaned into his mouth. We broke the kiss, but our foreheads were still touching. "baby, baby, baby' is all Geoffrey said. I found this charming. I found him charming.
I was quite confused though. Our conversations and correspondence had not been erotic. I had come for this visit to become acquainted. Sex was not a forgone conclusion. Geoffrey had made it quite clear that he hoped for a lover, not just a random assignation.
Geoffrey's hand was tracing my erection we kissed deeply, tongues fully engaged, breath ragged. My heart was pounding. "Oh sweetheart" Geoffrey whispered, "let's take this to the bedroom". He reached for his drink and draied it. I did the same. "Come with me sexy" he said. I smiled and followed him through the house.
His bedroom was large. Sparsely but completely furnished. There is a sitting area, a large TV and a low king sized bed. Everything was simply but delightfully coordinated.
I was lost and out of place, not sure what to do next. I pulled off my tie and Geoffrey helped my sport coat off with the practiced grace of a clothier. I felt I should help him undress, but he didn't give me an opening. He tugged my belt and opened my jeans and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them as I unbuttoned my shirt. Geoffrey bent and snapped my briefs down and away.
Still fully dressed... even his suit jacket (he wasn't wearing a tie) Geoffrey pushed me back on the bed. I fell back and bounced, naked in front of him. He climbs on top of me, insinuating a clothed knee between my thighs. His suit feels rough against my bare skin. His aggression took my breath. Geoffrey was smiling and giggling.
Our kissing resumed. Geoffrey's dress shirt was starched and crisp. He was clean shaven and smells very faintly of a citrus cologne. I am transported into another world. I am naked in the embrace of gay man. I relinquished all control to him, but matched his passion with an equal amount of my own.
Quick as fox Geoffrey slid to my dick and swallowed me. The speed of his movement and the sudden heavenly sensation made the room spin. He pushed my thighs open and sucked me. He was expert. I looked down at the scene. An elegantly appointed man sucking me, smoothly and confidently. It was sensory overload. The feelings came so quickly I could not process them.
Geoffrey pulled back with an exclamation of "Oh My God", emphasizing the first and last word. Saying them with a throaty voice, just as you'd expect. "Scoot up love" he continued and I crab crawled up to the head of the bed. My head and shoulders slightly elevated. He slid off the bed and undressed. It was quick. He dropped his suit pants and jacket where he stood. He deftly loosed his cufflinks and dropped his shirt.
Geoffrey stood still only for a beat, his cock was big. Just... big. Not huge, not pornstar... just big. Bigger than I'd ever seen in person. He was circumcised. His body hair was trimmed. He had a patch of very closely trimmer pubic hair above his penis, but his balls and cock were shaved. I found the sight of him extremely exotic and erotic.
It was such a powerful moment. So much of Geoffrey was familiar to me. I knew the sound of his voice. I knew the common turns of his conversation. I knew about his work and his hobbies, the movies he liked and the music he preferred. I had seen dozens of photos, (but none of him naked). Geoffrey was not an gym guy, but average as was I. It didn't matter. I thought he looked fantastic.
He walked on his knees up the bed straddling me. I watched only his organ as it bounced toward me. All the way he came, grabbing the headboard with his hands and pulling himself up and without hesitation thrust himself toward my mouth.
And, that was all I wanted. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted his penis, Geoffrey's penis, in my mouth. I wanted to suck him. To feel him there ... to pleasure him. I opened wide to accept him, and I was again amazed at the both the feeling and the emotional response. My entire consciousness began to suck my lover's cock. I didn't just want to suck him, I wanted to make love to him with my mouth via his phallus. I was focused, enthralled and consumed with this fellatio.
My cocksucking didn't last long. He pulled back we began kissing again. This new kiss enriched by the very present reality that we had so recently held each other's organs in our mouths. It was a deeper kiss because of this. Geoffrey pulled back and smiled at me, he put his hand on my cheek, reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to his for another one of these kisses. A new kind of kiss in my experience.
