This is the first story I've written and posted. Enjoy!
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I had been separated from my wife for some months, and life was settling down and my new found freedom had me looking to scratch an itch that I hadn't in many years. I'd hooked up with a couple of guys over my life to that point, but it had definitely been awhile.
I considered myself overly discreet about my personal life, and had no intention of sharing or changing that. The bar scene wasn't really my thing, so I wasn't quite sure where to start looking, so online seemed like the only viable option. It took some weeks of working through some weird ass, trolly, and outright flakey people to actually start talking to someone of interest.
It has been pretty subtle in the beginning, which I think was a benefit for us both. We both were there with the same reservations and discretion, so our conversations were more buddy talk than it was anything dirty, just breaking the ice and building at least some level of trust, but we didn't share a lot of personal info, very few pictures and no dirty ones. Was more just like talking to a buddy than it was some random person. Had a lot of similar interests and history, made it easier.
After a few weeks of talking, I finally figured maybe just meet up for a drink and see where it goes. I asked, and he quickly said yes for that weekend. I don't think either of us had any set expectations to something actually happening, but both figured it would be good to put a face to a name.
We planned to meet up at the bar across the street from my condo, I told him to just message me when he got there and I would come over and meet him there. I was nervous as hell, wondering if I should simply back out and not show up, but figured it was going to be now or never. I had already gotten through a couple of beers to calm my nerves a little, when I finally saw my phone light up on the table.
"I'm here, grabbed a table in the back." it read.
I almost launched myself out of my chair and to the door. I still wasn't sure exactly what I was getting into, we had kept our conversations surprisingly pg to that point, most of our private details neither of us preferred to share much yet, and I liked the suspense and preferred the privacy.
Leaving my condo and heading over felt like an eternity, but it was really only 30 seconds to walk across the street. I walked in and headed towards the back, and found only one table with a single guy at it. My nerves at insane levels walking over.
Mike stood for a handshake greeting, and I finally got my first actual look at him. It was a really hot summer night, so everyone was dressed light to beat the heat. Mike stood a little taller than me at 6'3 and 210lbs of fit form that couldn't be missed, his tight light clothes showing off his well maintained physique. A definite gym body, without giving off that gym bro vibe. He had a couple of beers and a shot waiting already.
We sat and made small chat for quite awhile, seemingly getting along like old buddies just crushing a couple beers and a few more shots, but the bar was getting busy and the band was about to come on, and could barely even talk or hear yourself think once they do. I was definitely feeling the drinks at that point, and managed to sum up the courage to ask him if he wanted to take off and go grab a beer back over at my place, not necessarily insinuating or expecting anything more. Not quite sure where we stood at that moment when I asked, but his grin told me enough.
We downed our drinks, paid the tab, and left heading back across the road to my place.
We went back to my condo, and I know in the elevator he definitely caught my eyes staring down at his crotch. I looked up and he knew exactly what I was looking at. I grabbed us a couple of beers, turned on some music, and we grabbed a seat on the couch and kept up the small talk. It was all going so smoothly at that point, felt like I was just hanging out with an old friend rather than someone I had just met for the first time that night. I was definitely feeling drunk by that point, and knew that at some point I needed to take a chance and see what would happen. We both finished our drinks off at the same time, and he offered to go grab a couple more.
He stood up and went to walk past me to go back to the kitchen, and that was the chance I had been looking for. As he went to shuffle past me, I used my leg to block his pathway just long enough for me to tell him to wait, hold on one second. I was still sitting on the couch, and he was now standing up in front of me, and when I looked up at his face, I saw his expression change, his smile disappeared and his eyes widened, his stance changed and he stood firmly in place, and he knew exactly why I was telling him to wait. I sat up and leaned forward, eye level with his crotch, I looked up at his face one last time, and as he looked down at me he said "Do it. I saw you looking.", so I reached out with one hand and rubbed it over his crotch.
I couldn't believe how it felt. His shorts were so thin they did nothing to hide anything. I could feel and see the outline of his dick in his shorts, and slowly ran my hand over it. I was still trying to process the feel of him against my hand, and I looked up at his face to see his reaction, and it was more than I ever expected.
He looked down at me and in a low commanding tone said "I've been waiting for this. Take my cock out". I trembled when he said it and I felt my breath skip a beat, but obliged right away. I slipped my both hands to the top of his shorts, hooked a finger on each side and pulled them down. As I sat back up, his perfect cock was hanging there right in front of me.
He was still mostly soft, and already could easily tell that he was huge. I reached up and wrapped a hand around it, feeling its heat and weight in my hand, feelings it girth, its strength. I slowly stroked my hand, enjoying the feeling of this giant cock in my hand and it slowly beginning to harden in my hand when I was snapped back to reality by the feel of a hand on the top of my head, and the constant gentle pressure guiding my face towards his cock. I pressed my lips against the tip of his dick, letting my tongue dart out and lick at the head, letting my tongue roam more I started to hoist his cock up and let my tongue lick its way up and down his shaft a few times, but the hand on my head kept pressing again and I heard him from above me say "Open your mouth", but it wasn't an ask as he was forcing my lips to let in his now hardening cock slide into my mouth. The taste of his cock, the heat against my tongue. But, it didn't stop. The pressure continued as I felt my lips slide over his head, and the pressure continued, and start to slide onto his shaft, and the pressure continued, until I felt it reach the back of my throat and he held my head in place for a moment, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth. He pulled back slowly until just my lips were pressed against his cock again, and very slowly all the way back down as far as I could take him.
He was holding my head in place with both of his hands, now slowly fucking my mouth slowly. Pulling himself back entirely before slowly sliding his shaft as far in as he could. I wrapped one of my hands around his shaft and my other cupped his balls, looking up at him with my mouth full I could see him staring back down at me. I could see the look on his eyes.
He pulled back from me, taking a second to kick off the rest of his clothes and sat down on the couch next to me, now naked with his cock glistening with my saliva and at attention. I was lost a little staring at it until in a stern and commanding voice, he said "What are you waiting for? Get down on your knees", and it snapped me to reality and I very quickly obliged.
