Dennis Curiosity Pays Off

"Dennis let's do it?"

That request rolled off my finger tips in a text to the man I'd been secretly talking to for six months.

The married father of three could finally admit that he was bisexual after he'd reached out to me initially on a "trial basis," just curious about sex with men.

"I'm not sure I know my role, but I'm willing to figure it out," he told me as he responded to my message.

Maybe the summer heat got to him as it did me, as I was laying naked on my couch at midnight, scrolling X and seeing whom I could fantasize of before going to sleep. Dennis was low hanging fruit due to constant messages in which he became more daring in speaking of scenarios of coming to my place, since we found out he lived only five miles from me.

"Just need to know you don't have nosey neighbors," he said, for he was a librarian, and a well known benefactor of time to the community. "I've got a reputation to keep and definitely don't want it tarnished by playing with some black guy."

I took offense, but he cleaned up the statement as he didn't mean to include race, but the allure of contrast as he considered black men beautiful.

"Not sure if I could take that big cock of yours. What is it, six inches," he asked when it was actually a thick nine, with a curve.

He knew he wanted to play but not the parameters, and so I invited him over after assuring him that all was private in my four bedroom home. I lived alone, and hardly received visitors as my family lived in other states, and I wasn't cozy with the neighbors. I suggested a 2 a.m. time of encounter for most houses on the street were dark by then, an indicator that he could sneak in and out with no issue.

"Come over here and let me work you over," I told him, and at 1:55, he'd find me laying in my king sized bed naked as he walked through my unlocked front door.

"I locked the door back," he told me with a wide grin. "The photos do that cock no justice."

The 57 year old was about to embark on a new journey in which I would be his guide, first telling him to take off his clothes.

"Come lay with me," I told him as I was ready to explore his body.

He laid beside me, still smiling but trembling as he was nervous. I looked at him, kissing his left nipple first as a test as that made him shiver.

"We don't have to do this," I let him know.

"We do. I have to, I've been too curious for too long," he said to me.

The second time my lips touched his right cheek, then I hovered over to his lips before sticking my tongue out to try and enter his mouth. He'd relax and let his lips part in order to let me in, and so my tongue maneuvered inside as he met me with the same action. I loved kissing another man and he would, too, moaning as we made out, exchanging heat and saliva to have that intimate connection.

"That wasn't so bad," he said to me after, with me looking down to see his prick raging hard.

I was on my side while he laid flat and allowed me to run my fingers across his hairy breasts. Dennis was a man's man, masculine in appearance from his vocal tone and overall aura but starving for a man's touch. I kissed his neck, licking his Adam's apple as a sexual taunt before my tongue landed on his right nipple through a trail to his skin. I began running circles around his nipples as that caused him to moan and squirm, as now the freak in me was being released on him.

"Feel good," I asked as I couldn't stop running my tongue on those dark bulbs, his nipples pointy and dark purple compared to his pale skin and hardening from the brushes.

I spent extra time there in the sense of "training" or molding him into a guy that enjoyed that the most.

"I think if you suck 'em," he told me as I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence before I locked my lips on the left one.

He whimpered once I clamped on the nipple and expanded my mouth to try and massage his entire breast, and I placed my left hand on his cock to find a trail of precum running down the shaft.

"You must really like that," I told him as I began stroking it.

"This is such a turn on," he whispered.

I'd break from sucking his tit, then let go of his stick to rub his bear body completely, trying for any other points of pleasure. His navel was another entrant I'd find by using my right hand to poke around in. I pulled the finger out, and placed that same hand across his waist, running the back of it through the top of his pubic hairs before resting my hand around his cock. I stopped briefly to check out his demeanor, and he was far removed from nervousness as he seemed eager for the next step.

"Spread your legs," I told him.

"I'm not ready to get fucked," he told me.

I affirmed he wasn't getting fucked, but instead I moved downward as he opened his legs and poked his feet in the air, giving me enough space to lay my tongue across that dark rosebud.

"Travis. Oh, Travis," he'd call out while I began the tongue fuck, barely teasing his hole at first before a deep dive inside.

He was taken aback as I rimmed him, moving my face back and forth to guide my device as deep as I could while he gasped to my rhythm. He whimpered like a woman in peril as I made him discover what else he liked, his nutty hole releasing on my tongue it's sweet juices from the prostate.

"Fuck, I didn't know this was possible," he cried out.

He wasn't clear that a man could receive anal orgasms of this nature to where he questioned what he'd been missing. I flickered my tongue against his walls and he'd moan and cry, his "juices" releasing as a result each time before he got the hint to rotate his hips back and forth as he rode my tongue. I put my big hands on his ass cheeks to spread them further, trying my best to get him open even more, and ultimately turn him out.

"Sweet ass of yours, Dennis," I said as I took a break and let my tongue tap his big, juicy balls.

I'd tease them for a minute before running my tongue around the entire sack, barely touching his pubes or his skin, for he hardly grew hair below the belt. I was enamored with the sounds he made as I did him.

"One day I'll slide this cock inside you," I told him while pushing my right middle finger inside of him.

I felt around his saturated hole, pulling and pushing against the nook of his tunnel while planting my lips on his cock. At this point, the secretive husband had me so hot and bothered that I figured to fuck a nut out of him with my finger, disregarding my own manhood.

"Fuck, the wife doesn't do this me," he blurted out while I focused on his climax.

I kept finger popping his cunt as it drenched my finger and ultimately my hand. I sucked him harder as he started wailing, then yelling in despairas the cum rushed out of his system and onto my tongue.

"Jesus, Travis, let go," he requested.

I needed to ensure he was completely empty for I ended up swallowing his seed, loving every sweet drop and wanting seconds. He pulled away and became soft, with him jumping off the bed and looking at me before we started laughing.

"You still feel the same about black guys," I asked jokingly.

He tapped me on the shoulder as he was embarrassed by the comment, but I knew Dennis was more of anything else, but not a racist. He wanted to lay in my bed and cuddle, but I reminded him that he would need to head home, as his wife and kids would become worried. He pledged we do it again, and surely, we did, with me popping his cherry.

To be continued.