I guess when I first met Kevin after chatting on the internet I could never ever have imagined just what a wonderfully perfect relationship would occur between us.
He was lovely and from the first time we talked, sat in his car in the local Zoo overflow car park, we seemed to hit it off.
It was not hard for me at all to handle him as our conversation progressed, or even to feel awkward in so doing, talking about our likes and dislikes, what turned us on and off.
He accepted my move without rejection and seemed to enjoy when I slowly unzipped and sucked him. It was lovely and divine just to feel the bloom of flexible pungent cock sunk into my mouth
He has always said since that first time, just how he likes the way I just help myself of him.
The excitement and thrill of that first time remains more so though because of his fear of our being caught in a pubic place, to me it was like being naughty in the school playground and maybe being caught and punished, but I had to respect Kevin's concern - so apart from a quick feel and suck that first time, a whole week elapsed before we saw each other again. We needed to find somewhere where we could do it without fear of anyone seeing, away from a public place. But not knowing Kevin I was despondent about inviting him to my place in case he was not prudent, but in fact of course he was equally as prudent having himself a wife and an aged mother to look after I later discovered. All in all I liked him and it seemed perfectly right to share my most innermost feelings with him
Then we managed to arrange something at my place discreetly on a Sunday morning when the wife did her church bit. Although she and I were still happily married we were no longer sexually active so I was able to discover those deviances I always knew about but could never activate, at least not since I was in the RAF when me and a bloke called Bernard did some experimentation with each other - and I always remember frantically wanking him off in his bed in the middle of the night, which was about the only time we could get some privacy. But when it came for my wanting his fuck of me he could not get it in there and kept shrinking, so that didn't last.
For a long time, when I get the place to myself, I have spent much time experimenting with tool handles and the like, graduating in size to see just how big I could go up there, but the most exiting, that is before I got an anal vibrator from the private shop, was one of those screwdriver with the grooved handle which made for a very exciting fuck, something which made me cum several times, but then the spiral vibrator , which was something else, and the feel of the buzz inside was a bonus.
I just have used that a hundred times, having often to replace the battery.
It was good fun while it lasted, but you know how it is, I started to crave for the real thing, I fantasised just how it would be having real flesh and blood up there.
I felt, between my buttocks the real urge for a nice warm cock inside, imagining just how that would feel and how I would really enjoy the actual feel of it sliding in and out of my ass.
That's when I went into the gay pages on the internet. What a long haul it was though to separate the guys who just wanted a cheap thrill, exchanging dirty talk or MSN images on screen, to someone who was serious and really wanted to meet up.
I was so lucky, although I'd been let down three times, Kevin was right there on the spot in the car park as prearranged - at our local supermarket, his hand waving at me as I recognised the car registration number he'd given me.
He knew me by the red rose I wore in my lapel and so we were face to face after three months chat online. And, as said, we seemed to gel from the start, so as not to be too conspicuous though, he drove me into the empty overflow car park, but as said, it was not all that private, but enough for me to excite him in undoing his zip and taking out his large swelling underneath.
He smelt good to me and I soon discovered tasted good too. I soon played out one of my wanton fantasies in sucking the guy and hearing his moans, and feeling his balls at the same time. So wonderfully soft and moving they were, I cradled them gently and squeezed in my hand as I deeply sucked the guy almost to oblivion! That was nice for starters and I was on a roll, in a complete fixation with his stiff throbbing and pulsating prick rolling in my mouth to get the real feel of its deep pungent and earthy flavour, it had been a long time since I had sucked cock, but instantly the memory was there
But then he yelling:- "Alex, we'd better stop, too dodgy here" so that is when we talked about where we could do it privately, that was a must for Kevin - and I wanted it so much I just had to fix something, and soon too, I had already enjoyed a taster and wanted more, so very much more ... but eventually I got to arranging a private meeting at my place the following Sunday at 10.30am
My wife would be out until midday so it gave us a good time to really get acquainted.
It was lovely too, hardly inside my door I could already see his jeans were full with a good hearted swell in the crotch, and I soon rectified that by giving him a good feel.
He said that was so nice, that he had been aching for it ever since our first meeting. By this time my heart was thumping like nobody's business and I knew we were both in for a ravishing time, but I was already wondering if he would fuck me or is he expected I would fuck him, one thing he didn't known at that time and we had not talked about was that - I was a taker and not a giver. I had a problem with a full erection but I was more than happy to give by hand and mouth and of course take it inside And I simply adored oral sex, with the right guy that is. So soothing always the feel of a good quality hard cock in your mouth, tasting it with the tip of the tongue wrapping around the full knob end.
