After many years of ignoring my intrusive thoughts, I finally let go of my suppressed sexual desires and followed through on one of my many fantasies. My name is Liam and at the time I was in my late-30s, decently tall, slim, and married for 13 years. Over time our sex life had dwindled and although we did have the occasional night of intercourse it didn't bring me the pleasure it once did, it often felt more of an obligation to the marriage than lust-based attraction or love. Maybe it was an early midlife crisis, however I was increasingly disappointed with my life all around.
I had many sexual fantasies which I had been suppressing for years if not decades and had reached the point where I had to follow through with at least one, even if it risked my marriage. I figured the safer option was to tick off my homosexual fantasy. This involved hooking up with another man, pleasing him to the point of orgasm, and have him shoot his semen across my face drenching me in his masculinity. Although I was confident of my heterosexuality, the thought of pleasuring another man had always turned me on for some reason. I never had the courage to go ahead with it in my youth, something which I had greatly regretted after getting married and losing the opportunity.
Having made the decision, after my wife had gone to bed one night I started searching for ways to hook up for a discreet gay rendezvous. I posted on a couple of forums to see if I could find anyone interested in receiving a blowjob in the nearby area. There were a lot of responses however mostly crude, or ones that I just didn't feel comfortable with for whatever reason. I had to be sure of the person I was going to hook up with would be safe and someone that I actually wanted to pleasure. I eventually came across a response a couple of days later, he was in his late 50s, divorced, and from his picture, had a penis which was intimidating yet one I couldn't take my eyes off. He was bigger and more solid than me. While studying his cock, it occurred to me that it was the first one I had seen that could likely end up in my mouth. Procrastinating for a couple of days, I went back and forth in my head if I could really go through with this. After finally building up the courage to respond, I kept looking back at the picture he sent me as I typed my reply. I was rock hard the whole time at the prospect of what I was intending to engage in. It didn't take long for him to reply, and we organised to meet at his house the following day.
The day finally arrived; I l had left work early allowing time to make my shady detour so that I would not raise any suspicion with my wife if returning home late. Knocking on the door I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, I was visibly shaking as he opened the door. He was well dressed and seemed very relaxed about the situation. Welcoming me in with a smile, he gently placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into his house like a call girl. Walking through the hallway it was clear that he had done well in life, lived well and had a decent wealth behind him. I couldn't tell you what we talked about for the first 10 minutes or so, but I knew he was trying to make me feel comfortable and help me relax.
