The following is a dream, a very vivid and detailed dream about my first time with a man. I have interspersed this dream with some fantasy detail to fill in the details.
This is my first written story so be nice but honest thoughts and critiques are welcome.
I show up at his house, park in his driveway, and sit there for what seemed like forever. Did I want to do this? Yes. Had I dreamt about for a very long time? Yes. Was I ready? Yes, but this was a major change in my life and I'm not quite sure what that would look like. Getting out of my car, I walk slowly up to the door. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door opens and Michael is there looking so handsome. Dark wavy hair, day old beard, dress slacks and shirt, and those blue eyes. We greet each other warmly and I walk into the living room behind him. At some level I know our wives knew this was going to happen and approved. They were both disabled and couldn't have sex anymore but wanted us to be fulfilled in this way.
He walks over to his easy chair, sits down, and simply looks at me expectantly. I walk over to him and kneel down between his spread legs. Looking up at him, I feel my pulse racing and feel like I'm having an out of body experience.
Who is this middle aged married man on his knees about to have sex with another man for the first time
I asked myself. Swallowing, I reach over to him, undo his belt and slowly pull his hard cock out of his dress pants. It was absolutely beautiful as only a cock can be. Slowly stroking him softly, I lean in and rub it over my left cheek, inhaling his masculine aroma and feeling that intriguing combination of hardness and softness on my face. Taking a deep breath, I run my tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the tip of the head making him shiver and groan. He starts to put his hand on my head but stopped. We had talked about this before - no pushing on me...yet. I wanted to learn how to take him deep without his help. Once I had done that. I would let him do whatever he wanted to do. I knew even then I would be his whore, to be totally and completely submissive to him. Instead, he caressed my cheek and smiled.
Looking in his eyes one more time, I straighten up then take as much of his beautiful tool as I can. Careful of my teeth, I grasp his shaft with my lips, touch it with the tip of my tongue, and slowly come back up. I know that this won't be the best blowjob he has ever had, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Even after this one time down and up, I immediately know this was what I was supposed to be doing. It felt so very right!
I spend time getting to know this cock, this absolutely perfect cock. The size, feel, smell, weight of it all. I reach in carefully and feel his very heavy balls, and I knew It would be quite a load! They were heavy but again felt so right in my hand. I would attend to them soon enough. I found that there was enough room for me to stroke the shaft and get a fair amount in my mouth. I get into a rhythm, learning what makes him moan. Going down as far as I could one time, squeezing the shaft on the way up, tasting that salty juice that I had been longing for. I savor it before swallowing and continuing to please him. I knew that his cum would taste even better but I knew that would have to wait. I had more to give to him tonight. I take him further and further down each time and even tried to deepthroat him but just couldn't do it. It did make him moan, however, and that made my cock super hard and made me melt inside.
All too quickly, he stopped me and told me it was time to move to the bedroom. He asked me on the way if I wore the plug as instructed. I nodded nervously, feeling myself tighten my ass around the large metal plug I had put in less than an hour ago.
