I never actually planned to do it.
Sure I had cyber sex and later phone sex with men. I cam hard, but I had no intention of actually doing it for real. Lately I'd even combined the phone sex with letting a guy see me on my cam. That was wicked hot.
I led on some guys and made them think I was serious. We'd cyber or have phone sex a few times, and I'd put them off, make excuses on why I couldn't meet that particular day. They'd finally realize that I was a flake.
The truth was I was a straight thirty year-old Abercrombie type-guy who would ultimately stick to chicks.
However, the scenarios became dirtier, nastier, kinkier.
That meant basically a dominant guy calling me names and treating me like a bitch and cumming in my face—and the more verbal--the better.
Everything changed on a lazy Saturday in June.
We were in the middle of another Northern California heat wave and for about an hour I'd been looking at straight porn on the Internet. I'd been close many times but at the end I couldn't seem to find anything good.
Seemingly every clip that was hot wouldn't download, was too short, or was simply a letdown. I always like to cum to something extra hot.
I got an e-mail from a hot bi Asian guy. We'd had incredible instant messaging conversations but, again, I never planned to act out the crazy shit we'd talked about.
Still, the pictures he sent me were fucking hot. He was 5'8", three inches shorter than me, but he had a great smile and built body. He wasn't lieing when he said he had, "guns"—his arms were hot.
Even though we hadn't talked in over a month he was the guy I thought about when I jacked off.
I tried not to answer him back.
I looked down at my rock hard hard-on and instant messaged him.
He immediately asked, "Do you still wanna meet?"
So there I was on my knees, sexually frustrated and with my big thick cock rock hard.
I wrote back, "Yes, if it's today."
"Fuck ya, let me call my girlfriend and make some shit up."
We worked out the details and two hours later I was waiting for him in a nearby park.
I paced back and forth, back and forth.
What the fuck am I doing? This is fucking crazy.
He was even better looking that his picture. He was 5'8" or 5'9" but built, with broad shoulders and a nice thick chest.
He wore a dark grey Henley, and blue jeans.
I had worn a nice long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It's mostly with embroidery on it. To be honest it's one of my date shirts.
We walked for a little bit and talked about how it was weird.
Things turned when we talked about appearances.
He hadn't seen my face so when he told me I was "hot" my cock stirred.
As we walked I confessed to him that I had lied in our on-line chats. I hadn't been with two guys. I'd been with zero.
He said, "Cool. Cool. Don't worry about it."
He leaned in close me and said. "Just looking at you as gets me hard, white boy. Let's go to your place."
We could walk to the park from my house so we did. I had trouble walking. I felt feint and a little like I was in a dream.
Once we got back to my place, a two-story condo, he came at me. He had is hands all over me.
My arms were pinned against his hot chest as grabbed my ass.
