Sex with a man. It's a fantasy some straight guys have but few act on it. For quite a while I have thought about going through with it. I didn't really have a fantasy guy picked out, except for one aspect... his cock. My fantasy guy had a big cock. I figured if I was going to go through with the fantasy I would go big or go home. I would talk to guys online and it would get me hot, but as soon as I blew my load that desire to try it out for real slipped away. Heather and I had talked about these fantasies at length; the idea of me hooking up with another guy was as big of a turn-on to her as her being with another woman was for me. Sometimes we would bring ass play into the bedroom and I went as far as buying a strapon for her to wear. Still, nothing happened beyond talking. I had pretty much concluded that it was always going to remain a fantasy, one not to be acted upon.
All that changed last week. Last week I decided to finally fulfill the fantasy. I'm catching up to 30 and if I'm going to experiment I better get moving on it. So, I started as I had so many other times by chatting with guys online. There were a couple of guys that I had talked to on multiple occasions so that's where I started.
Jake was one guy that I kept getting drawn back to over the years. He was always willing to talk to me about my fantasies and encouraged me to go through with them when I was comfortable. We just seemed to click. Plus the pictures he had on his profile were quite nice. I don't really have standards of judging a man's attractiveness, but he was pretty good looking. And his cock? Big. A solid 8 inches long and almost 2 inches across. Like I said, my fantasy was for a guy that was hung and Jake certainly filled the bill. One thing that really reassured me about him was a few of the comments on his profile. All signs pointed to this being the guy that I was going to lose my anal virginity to.
Allright, enough background. That isn't why you are here. Last night Jake and I made plans to meet up at his place. I was nervous as all hell as the clock ticked down to the time I had to leave. A quick shower to freshen up didn't decrease that nervousness at all. If anything, it made me more nervous. So I hopped in my car and headed up to his place.
I think I was shaking a little bit as I walked up the stairs to his apartment. He opened the door as I approached and we shook hands. How often do you start off a hookup with a shaking of hands and introductions? It was slightly awkward, but I don't quite know how it couldn't be. He offered me a beer and we headed into his living room to get to know each other in person a little. We had some small talk about our interests and such before we moved the conversation in a sexual direction. Like when we were chatting online Jake has a way of making you feel comfortable.
After we finished our drinks it was time to make things happen. I hesitated a moment, so Jake made the first move for me. Jake leaned over towards me a moved in for a kiss. Kissing another man wasn't really part of my fantasy, I mostly thought about the cock. Making out for Jake was very aggressive. The roll reversal of it all was strange since I'm usually the one that is more dominant. He had some stubble on his face which was a bit scratchy, not exactly the smooth skin I'm used to making out with.