Before my divorce, when I was happily married, I kept a secret from my wife. I loved my wife, enjoyed sex with her, enjoyed her company but something was missing in my life. I wanted sex with a man. I'd had several men before I met my wife, a long time ago and she knew nothing of that.
I suppressed these feelings for a long time but it wasn't something that would go away. The first few years of marriage, I ignored it and got on with my life. But later in life, these feelings for a man would grow and grow until I had to do something about it.
It wasn't easy finding a man. I was straight looking and acting and found it really difficult to get a partner. I tried a gay sauna once, had a lot of fun, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I tried to keep the feelings away for a while but they still kept coming and I got more and more frustrated over the years.
One day, I saw an advert in the paper for psychic readings. I called the number and arranged an appointment. It would be great to know what the future has in store for me. Next day, I was walking along a Perth Street, looking for the address. I walked in and met the psychic. He shuffled a pack of tarot cards and told me to pick a few of them. The guy was older than me, out of shape and wasn't the most handsome of people. Just an ordinary guy.
I got the usual story, 'life was challenging but you'll soon get over it, money is coming your way, you are going to go on a journey, new friends just around the corner,' etc. All the usual stuff. He then said he does energy healing, heat would come from his hands and make the person feel better. He convinced me to agree to try it.
I lay on the floor and he told me to close my eyes and relax. I felt nothing, no heat, no energy, nothing at all. Maybe it was my fault. It was relaxing though, I'll say that. He startled me from my relaxed mind and said, 'you're getting quite hard.' I didn't know what he meant so I didn't know what to say. Was he talking about my energy levels? Suddenly, I felt his hand on my groin, he left it there and told me I was getting hard again. God, that was exciting.
I wasn't getting hard, as he was saying, although now his hand was on me, I could feel my cock stirring. I lay there, eyes closed, completely relaxed, beginning to get hard and thinking, yes, I want this. I never for one moment thought I would have a liaison with a guy after going to get my cards read. So yes, I was getting turned on.
He slowly unzipped me, taking out my cock and gripping it. I was really getting turned on now. My cock was rock hard. I got on to my knees and he stood up. I fondled his cock, slowly taking it out of his trousers. He was hard, I moaned and felt the thrills running down my back. He was quite small, disappointingly small, I thought. Never mind, it was a cock and this was what I needed.
I wanked him, teasing him with my tongue. I licked the head of his cock, slowly taking him into my mouth. Immediately he spurted in my mouth. I choked as he took me by surprise, spunk dripping down my mouth. There was no warning at all. Normally I can tell when a guy is about to cum but there were no signs at all. I hadn't even had time get much of his cock in my mouth. God, premature ejaculation. It was nice though, I get so turned on by an erection and go wild when I feel it spunking in me. So, I was turned on, looking at him to see if he would suck me.
He went completely weird. In a right panic. He quickly zipped his cock up, pulled me up off my knees and said I had to go. 'Quickly, before the client comes, go, go, go,' he said. I asked him what he meant and he said he had just remembered he had a client coming.
No, the guy had come and now the excitement for him was over. He just wanted me to go. I was a little bit annoyed. I zipped myself up, looked at him and walked out. He followed me, tapping my back to hurry me along.
I spat whatever spunk was left in my mouth into the gutter. The bastard, I thought. Fucking just used me. Another one to put down to experience. My passion for a man had suddenly died down. For a while. I know it will come back again. I needed to just get on with my life for the moment.
A few months later and I was again thinking about men all the time. I would look at their groins as they walked in the street. I would imagine what they would look like undressed. I would fantasize about being with a man, being taken, sucking cock, exploding into a guy's mouth. Something needed to be done about it.
Having had my fingers burnt with the psychic, I wondered how to meet a man. Someone nice who understands the need I have to enjoy a man and for a man to enjoy me. I placed an advert in the lonely hearts column and was surprised by the response. I managed to keep the letters safe from my wife, she had no idea and it needed to stay like that.
Some of the replies were just not suitable at all. Some were ridiculous but one or two did stand out. One was from a farmer, thirty miles from where I lived in Edinburgh. He wrote a charming letter, very open and friendly and, to the point. He was about my age, mid forties, well-built and single. I used to work on a farm years ago so this guy, who called himself Malcolm, immediately appealed to me. He had given his telephone number in the letter and closed it by saying he hoped to hear from me.
I plucked up the courage to call him. Twice I tried and there was no answer. The following day, I tried again and he answered. I hesitated, wondering what to say. Finally, I just came out with it, 'I'm the guy from the lonely hearts,' I explained. He was very pleasant on the phone, in fact we chatted for ages. I explained that I had a very strong desire to be with a man and had to do something about it, hence my advert. He sounded great, he understood and agreed to meet the following day at his farm.
I was so excited, I just couldn't wait. Tomorrow, I was going to be with a man. I would shut my eyes and imagine what was going to happen with him. My wife noticed I was quite sprightly and wondered why. I felt bad that I was about to cheat on her, again.
After a sleepless night, I got up early, checking again the best route on the map. I was seeing him at eleven in the morning, God, I couldn't wait. I had promised him a sensual massage and bought juniper scented oil for him. I kept it in the car so my wife wouldn't see it. I would find it difficult to explain if she did find it. I left early, not at all wanting to be late. I had memorized the map so I knew where I was going. I pulled over in a lay by because I was too early. I put the seat back and closed my eyes. I dreamed of being taken by a strong man, I dreamed of cumming in his mouth. God, I was excited, I really was.
Finally, and feeling very nervous, I drove up the track to his farmhouse. The door opened as I pulled up. God, here he was. He was certainly six feet plus in height and looked very muscular. Farmers often are muscular with all the outdoor work they do. He had red hair. I've never been with a red-head. God, he was a real hunk. I was impressed.
I got out of the car as he walked towards me, he shook my hand warmly, the grip of a man. He invited me in and I followed him. I felt a shudder of excitement, this was really going to happen. He brought a pot of tea and laid it on the table, pouring out two cups. I relaxed as he spoke, feeling warm to the guy. He was interested in my life and I told him all about myself, listening intently to him as he told me his life story.
The ice broken, we relaxed and I reminded him I had promised him a lovely massage. I went to the car for the oil while he went to his bedroom to prepare. I returned with the oil, wondering where his bedroom was. He shouted and I followed the voice. He was lying face down on the bed. God, he was hairy and muscular. He was sex on legs. I undressed and kneeled either side of his legs. Slowly, I poured oil on his legs, carefully massaging it in to his skin. His muscles tensed as I worked on them. I took time over his back and neck, feeling my balls rubbing against his ass.
I was getting really turned on. Malcolm was seriously hunky. He was so muscular and hairy. With long powerful strokes, I worked on his back and shoulders. He moaned as I pummeled his back. I gently brushed my hand over his ass, gently and carefully, building up the excitement for him.
Eventually, I finished and asked him to turn over. I knelt to the side so he could turn. My God. This was the first look at his cock and it was huge. I gasped with surprise and he smiled. I had no idea he was so big. It wasn't the biggest cock I had seen but it was a close second. It was gorgeous. He was semi hard, he was going to get bigger still.
I knelt either side of his thighs. My balls touched his cock as I rubbed his massive chest and arms. He had a fantastic body. I moaned with delight. I kept rubbing my balls against him, feeling him thrust his hips against me.
Finally, with Malcolm purring like a cat, I reached his cock. I squeezed it, wrapping both my hands around it. His head was throbbing as I squeezed his shaft. I was getting dizzy with lust. I noticed he had a mirror against the door. I looked at my reflection, sitting over him with his cock in my hands. I bent down and licked the tip of his cock. I squeezed the precum and smothered it over his head. I ran my fingers through the red hair on his chest, teasing his nipples. I wanked him, gazing at his huge cock. It was beautiful. I watched my reflection as my head bobbed up and down on his cock.
