First time writing, so decided on a real story:
I'm a 35yo divorced guy, and have known I was bi-sexual for some time. I am 6'3"200lbs and well built. I am fairly smooth, attractive, with a nice cut 8" cock. As a former college lacrosse player, I've been around the typical jock-world for a long time. My friends are straight, and I am very discreet about my occasional "appetites". I had only hooked up with a handful of guys, usually after a few drinks and cruising grindr. My experience had mostly been mutual oral - and always played safely. I had traded phone numbers with one guy I had a particularly hot time with on a previous occasion; we had gotten into a hot 69 and had exploded in hot streams of cum onto each others' necks. His name was Steve.
One night I was driving back from Philly to my house in Baltimore. I was surprised when I received a text from Steve; it had been a few months and I didn't think I'd hear from him again. He said that he had broken up with his girlfriend and had been thinking about the last time we hooked up. I instantly started to get hard, thinking about the feel of his hard 7.5" cock sliding saltily into my mouth. Silky smooth, with a big head, images started to flood my memory. Steve told me he was working late at his office, and everyone was gone. He wanted to know if I could stop by.
I hadn't been with a guy in a couple months , having just started dating a hot girl who wanted sex almost every day. But I had started to become curious about ass play. I had a small dildo I would sometimes play with, sliding it into my ass when masterbating - resulting in unbelievable climaxes. Though I didn't refer to myself as a "bottom" (who likes labels?), I was starting to consider how it would feel to have a hard cock penetrate me.
As I drove, Steve started to sell me on the idea of stopping by his deserted office. He was an attorney for a non-profit in the city, and had the only keys to the office. He guaranteed we wouldn't be disturbed. His texts continued to turn me on; and the thought of seeing his beautiful cock again was tempting. I pictured him in his suit, and the thought of taking it off of him on his desk became too much to resist.
I pulled into a parking spot across the street, and walked hesitantly to the door. As I stepped across the threshold, I noticed the lights were low in the reception area, and a greenish light emminating from the office down the hall. He was leaning against his desk as I walked in.
I don't know what came over me, other than an undeniable lust and desire. Steve had a slight scruff on his handsome face, tie askew, sleeves rolled-up. I walked to him and we started making out passionately, tongues eagerly searching for more, hands groping at our hard muscles.