Having my first gay experience recently, had certainly made me realise I definitely wasn't gay, even though I had enjoyed it immensely-- having a man's erect cock pulsating, ejaculating in my mouth with a condom on. The feeling was great and to have such absolute control of someone, worshipping his large, throbbing cock until I satisfied him completely, was awesome.
I found myself back at the rest area where I'd had my last encounter, hoping to see the chap who I had met before. Spotting his car, I pulled up behind it. I jumped out, made my way to the passenger side, climbed inside, then shut the door behind me.
"Hello again."
"Nice to see you again, shall we go to that same place we went before?" he asked.
"Do you fancy coming back to mine? It's not too far away," I offered.
"Absolutely, sounds good to me."
"Well, follow me then."
So we headed off to my house with much anticipation of what was about to happen. Arriving at mine we went inside.
"Shall we go through to the bedroom?"
"Show me the way."
My heart was racing, mainly from the excitement, but a bit of nerves also-- taking a man through to my bedroom and what was about to happen. I had taken many women through to my bedroom before; I loved the shape of women, their breasts, bums, their pussies, and being inside of them.
I hadn't known that I would have ever felt quite so excited taking a man, who I knew would be rock hard, through there.
Soon, we both got naked.
I'd like to think I keep myself in reasonable shape, but he certainly was no Adonis. He had a bit of a tummy, and he definitely wouldn't have been someone you fancied, but to be honest, all I was interested in was below his waist-- his cock. He must have been close to eight inches, but also had a good girth. It looked fucking great. A magnificent specimen one you would want to have some fun with, for sure.
"I'd like to suck you again, like before."
"Be my guest," he told me.
Getting on my knees, I was in front of a naked man, who was highly excited by his appearance. His cock was looking even better than before. I hadn't noticed last time, but there was a slight curve to it, which meant he was as highly excited as he was; it was pointing markedly upwards.
"I have condoms," he offered.
"No need, I want to taste you, to feel your skin."
"That'll be bloody fabulous."
Gripping him, I pulled it down to within millimetres of my lips, licking them in anticipation of what was going to happen. Licking the tip of his cock encircling his helmet with my tongue, he tasted great. He smelt great, too, and obviously took care of his appearance, being totally shaved. A man who took pride in his look, even though he had a bit of a belly and didn't look like it from first impressions.
I then ran my tongue down his thick and veiny shaft to his balls. Reaching his smooth sack, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. It felt wonderful, I felt like he was under my control having one of his most delicate parts of his body in my mouth, being massaged gently, with his stiff cock rising proudly above my head. I let him slip out of my mouth, and ran my tongue up his thick shaft before reaching his helmet.
Opening my mouth wide to accommodate him, he pushed his way into me, watching several inches disappear inside a willing recipient. I certainly was that, all right. My lips were wrapped around his cock, he tasted lush.
"Fuck, that's good," he said, gently placing his hands either side of my head. "Do you like the taste?"
"It's fabulous."
Quickly, I soon got his cock back inside my mouth, taking five inches in, as much as we both wanted to be; there was no way I could get more in, it was just too big for my mouth.
Was I turned on sucking on a man's hard cock? Absolutely fucking right I was. I was so excited, I could come, myself, at any moment.
His throbbing cock was sliding in and out of my pursed lips, gripping him tightly. So tight that I could feel every vein on his thick shaft, and taste his skin like never before.
I took him out briefly just to tell him, "Cum in my mouth, I want to feel it."
No sooner had I got him back in my mouth, when he started groaning, obviously getting very close. Both of his hands were on my head, pulling himself into me, trying to get every inch of himself inside my mouth. I had my hands on his legs, just to keep some sort of control, in case he tried to ram his cock down my throat in over excitement.
"Argh, fuck," he groaned.
I could feel him starting to pulsate, and at the same time, warm cum hit the back of my throat. My lips were firmly enveloped around him, while he kept jerking, filling me with his warm, salty cum; eventually stopping, taking his hands from my head, and slipping out my mouth; he was glistening, and still... hard as rock.
I had his warm cum in my mouth, and was then faced with a dilemma-- spit or swallow? It was only going to be the latter, obviously. A slightly bitter taste, salty too, but certainly not unpleasant; it was nice to satisfy someone so totally.
"Do you want me to suck you, or better still, I'd like to fuck you."
"There's no way you can get that bloody great thing up my arse."
"Oh it will, trust me. I met a chap recently, who had been married for years, but wanted to try anal sex and he had exactly the same reaction. When I first put the tip of my cock in him, he winced in pain, but I was soon up to my balls, and he wanted a good, hard fucking... and that's what he got!!!"
He continued, "You've got a lovely, cute, peachy arse, quite clearly, you've never done this before. Will be nice to be the first. I'll go as slow as you need."
