At the age of twenty five I had my first encounter with another man. In my early days of being a bisexual I only met with men who would suck my cock with no reciprocation. After a couple of years seeking one-way cock sucking from anonymous men, I got curious what it would feel like to have a dick in my mouth. Being a very sexual person, it didn't take me long to act on my curiosity. Once I had a man cum in my mouth, I became addicted to sucking cock to completion. Since then I've sucked many men over the past years, many told that I'm an enthusiastic cocksucker.
I started posting messages on Squirt, Craigslist and other web-site to find strangers who needed the feeling of a hot mouth engulfing their stiff cock and taking their load.
Kevin and I met on line when he responded to one of my ads by sending a naked picture of himself and a brief statement why he wanted to get together.
I exchanged emails with Kevin to make sure he wasn't someone, I knew. I didn't want Kevin to turn out to be a friend, family or co-worker. It would have been unlucky to agree to meet someone then discovering they were someone I knew. I didn't want to be embarrassed. It would have been hard to talk my way out of a situation like that.
I asked Kevin where he lived to find out the possibility of my knowing him. When Kevin told me his address, he lived close enough to meet with little notice. We agreed to meet at a mutually convenient Kip's Big Boy restaurant for a public meeting. This would allow us to get to know each other and feel comfortable with each other.
I told Kevin I would be sitting in the back of the restaurant wearing a blue knit polo shirt.
Kevin said he would be wearing a white button down Oxford shirt with the logo where he worked over the right pocket and his name over the left.
I met Kevin at the time agreed, we shook hands and ordered coffee.
I didn't know what to say to Kevin so I let him start the conservation. I had a quick appreciation for Kevin. He had a soft-spoken voice, which quickly put me at ease. I was pleased that he didn't appear in a hurry for a blow and go.
Kevin said he worked as a masseuse at a local health spa which explained his large hands with strong forearms. He said that he was thirty-eight but looked to be in his twenties.
Kevin talked about his career, telling funny stories about giving massages. Some of Kevin's clients expected their manipulation to close by Kevin applying oil to their cocks and stroking them off to completion. You could say that a large part of Kevin's job was to give hand jobs, known as 'happy ending.'
Kevin told me, "With so many naked bodies all-day long, touching, jerking off and having men shooting off in my hands, I come home horny. All I want to do is relax, lie back and let someone to suck my cock."
He continued, "I have a girlfriend but we don't spend much time together. She knows that I'm bi and doesn't care if I meet another man."
I responded, "I can understand about coming home and wanting to relax. I like to relax by sucking cock and you don't need to do anything in return. No reciprocation is necessary."
Kevin finished his coffee and said, "My place is not too far from here. If you'd like you can follow me to my apartment."
Fifteen minutes later I followed Kevin into his apartment. It was an efficiency with a living room, with the dining room set off in a corner separated from the kitchen with a countertop. For living alone, the apartment was neat and tidy. Walking past the couch, Kevin suggested, "Let's go to the bedroom."
In the bedroom, I noticed a portable folding massage table, a queen-sized bed and a chest of drawers.
Kevin asked, "Would you like a massage?"
I accepted by saying, "Sure, I've never had a massage before."
As I stripped down to my boxers, asking Kevin, "Where do you want me?"
He nodded toward the massage table saying, "On the table but remove your boxers first."
I felt a little nervous about being naked, but did as he directed.
Kevin was good at his craft. His hands were like magic, strong and powerful as they moved over my body, touching all the right stress points. After fifteen minutes, I felt relaxed. I hadn't notice that while Kevin was giving me the massage, he was undressing. When I opened my eyes I was looking straight at his cock.
Kevin said, "Charles let's move over to the bed where we can stretch out and be more comfortable."
A few minutes later, our naked bodies were lying side by side on the bed. Kevin stood nearly six feet tall and weighed less than one hundred eighty pounds. His body looked in prime shape because his job kept him in excellent condition. My body compared to Kevin's is not trim and fit. I felt a little uneasy about my body being ten pounds or so overweight. Slightly overweight but not fat.
Kevin had an all-over tan with a moderately hairy chest and legs. In comparison to Kevin, my body was smooth and white from the neck down.
Lying naked in bed with Kevin for the first thing I noticed was his cock. After I accepted my bisexuality, the sight of another man's cock had always fascinated me. The attraction started while he was still dressed. I try to predict if he is big or little, cut or uncut, is his cock curved or is it straight? I think about whether he shoots off quickly and how much cum he will give me. The obsession about cocks and cock sucking continues as I try to picture how he would taste and would I swallow his load.
When talking with Kevin, he is the sort of person whom you would feel comfortable with whether you were sitting on the couch watching football or like now, lying in bed naked with.