I had joined a hook up site months ago. I am married, but have this urge to fulfill some man on man fantasies. I consider myself to be versatile, because I have had fantasies of ramming my cock into another man, but also submitting myself to having a man slide in and out of me as well.
About 60% of the guys on the site list themselves as bottoms, 30% as versatile, and about 10% as tops, and about 80% flakes that would like to talk the talk but never committed to actually meeting.
In the beginning it didn't matter to me. I hooked up with guys that said they were bottoms, which they were. Then I was able to meet up with some versatile guys, but they always seemed to have a reason for not topping, so I did.
Then there were the tops. They were usually the biggest flakes, or would ask for you to bring alcohol or drugs or something, which just made me feel like they were just some addict or alcoholic using gay sex to get their fix.
I did meet up with one top. His wife was out of town, and he was only a couple miles away.
When I got there and we got undressed, and started playing around, he asked me if I would top him, because he said my cock was so perfect.
No, I am not huge, only abou 6 1/2 inches, and medium width, not too skinny, but not a beer can either. I believe he was telling the truth, because he was so tight, but he took it like a champ, and I am apparently a very patient lover...to start off that is. I had fun, but was disappointed that I still hadn't had the chance to bottom.
Then yesterday I had to go into work early, so I left early. My wife was going to be getting home late that day, and didn't know I got to leave work early, so I checked the site out. There was a top who was very persistent on hooking up with me, so I got really excited and was messaging him back and forth.
He gave me his address. He was so controlling in telling me what he wanted to do, and how he was going to fuck me. I got about a mile away from his address when I got another message, and he told me he was a shy guy, and nervous, but if I brought him some beer, that would help.
Damn, I couldn't believe this guy. So domineering, then "shy?" "nervous?" and asking for alcohol? So I messaged him back and told him that "I am not the one," and to "keep looking."
So..when that fell through, I was resigned to just go home and watch some porn and jack off, but right before I got onto the interstate to go home, I seen a message from a guy less than a mile from me that said "hi."
So I checked out his stats and pic. He was about my age, but was 7 inches shorter and about 80 lbs lighter. I am usually attracted to bigger guys like myself, but I'm open to checking things out. He did have some chest hair and said he was versatile, but his face was blocked out in his pic, so that's all I knew.
I responded "hey."
He then asked what I was looking for.
I told him that even though I was usually a top, I was really only looking to bottom today.
He asked if I had any pics to send him of my body, since I only had a pic of my cock on the site.
I didn't. I don't want to risk the chance of having that on my phone to be found by my wife or kids.
So I pulled into a gas station, checked to make sure no one was looking in my direction, and opened up my shirt and sent him a pick of my chest.
He said that maybe we could meet and see if it would work out.
I liked his honesty. He was from out of town, so he gave me his room number at his hotel right around the corner.
I got there and nervously walked through the lobby and around corner after corner until I got to his room and knocked.
He opened his door, and I immediately noticed that he was better looking than I expected. He was also way smaller than me. I started thinking about how I could pick him up while I nailed him, and all the different positions I could f**k him in ( because up to this point, I was used to guys changing up and only wanting to bottom).
He had sports news on the tv, and sounded very masculine, so that was very nice, knowing that he wasn't feminine at all. Which I don't have a problem with, only that some try to hide it, and I hate people acting fake.
He sat on his bed like he was going to watch tv, so I sat next to him, but not too close. I felt like maybe he needed to feel out the situation, before going further.
He had a scruffy beard, and kinda looked a little redneck. This actually turned me on a lot.
Apparently he liked what he saw. Before we even really started talking, he started rubbing his cock through his pants. I looked at him and gave him a nod to let him know I was interested, so he stood up and pulled his cock out.