"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.
