Two years ago today, Hans and I met because I had been having fantasies about being with a man and had decided to try the real thing. I had gone to a gay, bisexual, bi-curious dating site. Hans was the real thing and had gone to the same dating site because he wanted to meet someone new. And thankfully I was the someone new he decided upon.
As I swam between his legs I turned face up, let some air past my lips so the bubbles would rise and tickle his balls and cock. As I rose for air he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him. His lips met mine. I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled me even closer. With the water providing buoyancy I knew this big strong man could hold me like that for forever.
We had also gone skinny dipping that day two years ago. Of course at that time we hadn't even known each others names. And neither of us had planned on that day's escapades leading to a relationship.
I let my tongue slide out of his mouth and along his cheek to his ear. I flicked my tongue in and over his ear, nibbled on his earlobe. Then found myself whispering his name into his ear over and over again. "Hans, Hans, Hans" His right hand had left my ass cheek and I felt him take a grip on my already erect cock. He was holding my cock, squeezing, stroking my cock. I felt his fingers and palm and the wetness of the pool water. Holding, squeezing, stroking. Holding, squeezing, stroking, stroking, stroking. Wet, slippery, stroking.
