Interestingly enough, I met him through Literotica.
He and I had both been submitting stories for awhile. His were more man on man than mine; mine were primarily about my wife, who I adored, (at the time). We have since divorced. I have always been a bit excited about the idea of two men together, being sexy and sucking cock. Some of my stories were about just that. My descriptions of how much fun it was and my intimate descriptions of how much I enjoyed exploring another man's cock and balls, giving pleasure, really delving into the sensuality of it.
Donny had written reviews on the site, admiring my detailed descriptions and that fact that he noticed how turned on I was by the subject of size. I wrote back that I was turned on by size, but that size wasn't the only exciting factor. It was often simply being in a particular place, in a particular mindset, with a particular person that really triggered my fantasies.
Donny's stories were mostly gay and mostly revolved around being taken for the first time and trying things for the first time, which I found very erotic. Descriptions of a man's first time being nude with another man, touching , exploring, sucking cock for the very first time I found very hot.
We continued to review and respond to each other's writing, with very positive feedback. I sent him my email in one particular review and he replied. We began to email directly and through our correspondence discovered that we lived just a few towns apart. We decided to meet for coffee.
Donny was a pretty quiet guy, fairly tall, shy, kind of soft and squishy. We chatted about our lives and I learned that he lived with his invalid mother and had for many years. He had very few relationships in his life and none for about 2 years. I was shocked as I can't live without contact for very long at all. I enjoy just getting out with people, dancing and going places. He hadn't done anything in a long time. He worked part-time at the local post office sorting dead mail. He admitted that he wasn't very good with people.
We began a friendship of sorts, mostly through email, but having coffee occasionally. After a few months he admitted that his mother gave him a very hard time about dating. He never went out with girls and admitted that the few times with women they had not worked out. The few men that he had been with were likewise short-lived. When I asked him, he admitted to enjoying men more. When I asked him what he liked he told me, quietly and nervously that he enjoyed giving head to guys, without reciprocation.
I have heard that this is a common enough thing, but never understood why he wouldn't enjoy getting head in return. He turned very sheepish at this point and I dropped it. The subject came up a few more times, without much new info. Another month passed and he read a story of mine about meeting a guy with a huge cock and finding it very exciting. He emailed me that he thought that was very sexy. The following week he invited me to his house.
I arrived at the complex where the house, that he shared with his mother, was located. It was an older neighborhood with some amazing houses, in a gated community. I parked by the communal pool and he walked out to meet me. He had two coffee cups and suggested that we sit in the clubhouse by the pool. He told me that his mother made having people over impossible, as she was always getting into it with him in front of his friends. He unlocked the clubhouse and we went in. He locked the door behind us, but didn't turn on the lights. We entered another room, used as a kind of lounge I guess, that had no windows.
He told me that he was on the board of the HOA and did a lot of their IT stuff, and that no one ever came to the clubhouse; that it just went to waste. People did walk by occasionally, so he didn't want to sit where people might see in. We sat and sipped our coffee and chatted a bit. Donny was obviously very nervous. I asked him why.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I don't know. I just really like your stories." He told me quietly.
"Yeah? What do you like about them?"
"You're so descriptive. You write like you really did what you're describing and that you really enjoyed it."
I told him that most of the time that was true, but that some of the time it was just imagination. He mentioned my recent story about meeting the guy with the huge cock.
"Was that story true?" he asked.
"Actually", I told him, "that story wasn't real, but it sounds really exciting." He told me that he thought so too. "You like 'big cock' stories?" I asked.
"I liked yours." I asked him why. "Well, 'cause you made it sound really exciting and like something you enjoyed." I told him that I thought that I would enjoy that. He asked why.
"Well, I don't know really. It just excites me to think of seeing a really huge cock, of holding it gently, watching it grow bigger and harder, getting really huge in my hand, feeling it so warm, just being so big." He was squirming a bit. "I think a penis can be very beautiful, and a big penis is even more so." I told him that he looked really nervous and asked him why. He sipped his coffee and tried to put his thoughts together. I could practically see his mind working.
