This is my first submission after a long time of enjoying the imaginative and well written works of many authors here. As they say in the movies, the following story was "inspired" by true events. Meaning it is a nugget of truth covered with a large dose of BS. I hope you enjoy reading it at much as I did writing it and constructive criticism is always welcome.
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"It's really going to happen!"
That statement keeps flashing across my mind as I prepare for this evening. The excitement is so intense that I am nearly shaking and can hardly focus on the task at hand. I stop laying out supplies, close my eyes and take a deep breath. After a few calm measured breaths my head clears enough to continue and I smile as my thoughts drift back to our first meeting.
The post was titled "MWM seeks same for discreet mutual fun" and caught my eye because I had posted a few weeks past with nearly the same title. After seeing that the person posting was about my age and in the same city, I had to look further. Again, I see the body of the post is almost identical to my previous listing:
MWM. Check. Early forties. Check. Six foot + tall. Check. Nice body but not a gym god. Check. Fairly smooth body. Check. About 6" cut cock shaved bare. Check. Interested in mutual oral. Check. Open to exploring other activities depending comfort level but no pain or toilet stuff. Check. Discreet, discreet, discreet. Check, check, check.
It had seemed to good to be true but I sent a message anyway. He responded right away and really surprised me with his openness and sincerity. We hit it off from the start and were soon chatting about our urges and fantasies. I had expressed my unwillingness to exchange face pics due to discretion. He was understanding of my concerns but also included a pic with his reply.
His picture was a full body shot (minus the head), fully clothed, and he appeared even better than his description. I responded with the same only my jeans were conveniently unzipped and pulled open. He responded with a similar picture but his hand gripped the underwear, showing his hard cock straining against the material. With that I quickly strip and sent a shot of my naked swollen member. His next email contained two pictures. The first was a shot of his naked waist, his smooth shaven dick fully exposed. The second was a close up of his manhood.
It was the last shot that put me over the edge. Not only was it a close up but was also taken from the perspective seen by someone about to engulf it! His hand gripped the base, keeping the shaft pointing out. The veins on the shaft were clearly visible and head had become a massive mushroom. The best part was the sight of precum leaking from the tip, forming into a drop, ready for an outstretched tongue. Amazing!
My lust was pushed to limit with that sight. I began stroking furiously as visions of that beautiful cock sliding past my lips danced through my head. I was at the point of no return and began taking pictures as my orgasm quickly approached. The explosion was intensely overwhelming. Pools of warm semen spotted my stomach and chest. I could even feel a drop running down my neck.
As lay there coated in cum, waiting for my pulse to slow, I looked at the pictures just taken and chose a couple to send. The first showed my climax, a milky rope of fluid ejecting from cock and hanging mid air above my chest. The second was a shot of the aftermath, my chest and stomach spotted with pools of cum, the sticky juice dripping from my still hard cock.
The reply took a little while and had no pictures attached when it did show. I was concerned the pictures I sent might have gone to far but my worries were immediately relieved as I read the response.
"David,
Thank you for sharing such an incredibly hot and intimate moment with me!! I wish that I could have returned the favor but they were such a turn on I couldn't stop looking at them while I got off. I could barely hold my phone much less switch over to the camera! Lol!!
I would love to show you in person though. If you're up for it I have an idea how we can do a no pressure face to face meet. After that we can both decide if we are still interested and figure out the rest from that point.
I am doing a favor for a friend that owns a business at the mall. He is out of town and asked me to watch his shop tomorrow since one of his employees quit today. After 7 pm I should be the only person working. You can get a good look at me without even stepping in the store. If you like what you see, just come in and say hi!
Jeff"
How could I say no to that? I quickly replied that it sounded good to me and thanks for being willing to take that chance. We worked out the details and signed off for the night.
The next day could not go by fast enough. I had no concerns about my wife wondering where I was tonight since a big customer from Des Moines was in town that I was taking to dinner. This client had requested me personally when I made the change from service to sales so it was critical that I keep him happy. Everything went well, with dinner leading to drinks and enjoyable conversation. Everything went so well that it was nearly closing time when I arrived at the mall.
With fifteen minutes to spare I strolled past the store to get my first look at the mystery man. Wow!
I'm not really attracted to men so much as their cocks. The rests needs to be a little appealing though. It's difficult to be aroused by a cock that is attached to a person with poor grooming habits or no pride in personal appearance. It looked like I hit the jackpot with the mystery man though.
He was dressed well. Casual fit jeans, just snug enough in the seat to hint at his assets without going past tastefulness. His light blue polo shirt was tucked in at the waist and left his muscular arms displayed. On the shirt was one of those paper "Hello! My name is..." tags. He had written "Jeff!" In big bold letters with what looked like some sort of smiley face as the dot under the exclamation point. Then I realized it wasn't smiling, it was a wide eyed face with the mouth forming an "O" shape.
Funny, subtle and something probably only I would know the real thought behind. I couldn't help letting out a little chuckle. With that noise both he and the customer looked in my direction.
I'm not sure how I appeared at that moment. The elderly woman gave me a look she most likely reserved for the type of people that like to spend their days discussing the merits of peanut butter with their pants. Then he caught my eye and his face lit up with a dazzling smile.
"I'll be right over to help you in a just a minute, sir."
"No hurry. I'm just looking right now," I managed to say. True but not very smooth.
As they turned back to their transaction I did take a good look. His hair was a dirty blond color with a shorter, stylish cut. A well manicured three day stubble beard that worked well. With the smile that still hung on his lips and mischief twinkling in his eyes he looked much younger than the age he gave in our emails. All said he was very handsome and masculine.
He quickly finished up and started moving my direction as the customer left the store.
"Is there anything I can help you with tonight?," he asked.
"I'm just sort of window shopping tonight. I am kind of curious about your name tag though. Did you have someone special in mind while you were drawing it?" I asked straight face, hoping it sounded as smooth out loud as it did in my head.
That dazzling smile popped up again.
