Rediscovering Hidden Passion Pt.01
I was bored and horny last week and logged onto a favourite online dating site. The ratio of men to women is about 90:10, and I had little hope of finding an interesting woman. While browsing, a guy named Morgan checked out my profile. He was gay through and through and a lot older than me, but he was in good shape and cute.
I had not been with a man in decades, but Morgan's profile and that face awakened something in me that I had forgotten about in an age. My cock actually hardened as I read his story. Being a cheapskate, non-paying member, I could not contact him and soon logged off without too much thought.
Later that day, I received an email notification that Morgan had sent me a message through the in-app chat function.
"Hi hunk - nice profile and pix - hope the pleasure is flowing your way - cheers!"
I saw that he was online, and we quickly struck up a friendly conversation. It was the end of the day, and I walked from the train station to my local pub. I actually grew extremely hard as we exchanged messages.
Morgan told me that he started life as a bottom but had several liaisons with married men who begged to be fucked anally. He grew to enjoy the dominance but still liked switching. I replied that I was a top back in the day and admitted that I was rusty when it came to man-on-man action.
"Would you be willing to take anal?" Morgan asked.
"I'm open-minded," I said while walking with an obvious hard-on, "Last time I did it, I got no sexual gratification from it."
This was true although I did enjoy the sensation of receiving a man's seed deep inside me. After that, the few male partners I hooked up with were bottoms, and I grew to enjoy that aspect of gay sex. As we chatted, I began envisioning scenarios with Morgan when I saw myself getting back into the gay lifestyle. He was so passionate and relatable.
I sat at the pub and downed a couple of beers. My inhibitions soon loosened, and I accepted an invitation to meet Morgan, ostensibly for a drink. However, I knew our meeting would heat up quickly, and I would accept his offer to go to his apartment.
An hour later, I sat nervously in a swanky city bar that was thankfully dimly lit and regretted my foolhardiness. Morgan was late but I recognised him instantly he stepped across the threshold. We shook hands as manly men, and he ordered a bottle of wine to share.
"You look just like your profile photos," Morgan grinned after taking a measured swallow from his glass.
"Thank you," I beamed from the compliment, "I return the compliment."
Morgan had rugged good looks and was ageing gracefully, given that he was 18 years my senior. His body was slender and in shape. While a little taller than me, we stood shoulder to shoulder. His eyes were a piercing green, and his hair was full and sandy in colour.
As the wine took effect, the acting straight in Morgan soon gave way, and he began addressing me with pet names, his go-to being 'hunk'. I was flattered and amused in equal measure. The conversation quickly got onto the subject of sex (naturally), and we compared lovers. My list was very short compared to Morgan's, who had a lifetime of gay experiences.
"Do you have any hard boundaries?" He asked, words slurring a little now.
"Still a bit nervous about anal?" I said before adding, "Can't think of anything else."
"Well, if anal happens, it happens," Morgan smiled, "If you let me, then I'll let you."
"Sounds good to me," I beamed, gaining confidence in Morgan's gentle nature.
We talked more about sexual experiences, and suddenly, I felt Morgan's foot between my legs. Under the table, his shoe was pressing against my tumescence.
"I feel you throbbing," He chuckled.
"Yeah," I blushed and looked around to ensure that no one noticed our game of footsie, "I'm turned on for sure."
"Can I invite you back to my place for a night of passionate love-making?"
Oddly, the invite was frightening and intriguing in equal measure. I was suddenly frozen at the prospect of engaging in gay sex, something that happened aeons ago. I felt bashful, insecure and scared. Alternatively, there was a thrill at the thought of getting naked with this man, and getting the release that I so desperately craved. My unconscious self agreed to Morgan's offer without hesitation.
"Great," He beamed, "Let's finish up here and walk to my place."
I could hardly concentrate on my wine as Morgan's foot continued to massage my crotch. I was becoming aroused to fever pitch and just wanted to release my cock. A crackle of sweat broke across my body, and my hands trembled, gripping the wine glass. My mind had not reconciled to the fact I was shortly going to make love with another man. Yet, I could not refuse such an erotic offer.
"I just need to visit the bathroom before we go," Morgan said softly, "You should join me."
Befuddled by wine and adrenaline, I nodded mutely and followed him to the downstairs toilet. Morgan stood by the urinal and unzipped his trousers. His cock was semi-hard, similar sized to mine but straight was a ramrod. He threw his head back, attempting to piss but struggling to reorder his internal plumbing.
I was mesmerised by the closeness of a male appendage and felt a desire to reach out to take hold of such magnificent flesh. Morgan sensed my desire and encouraged me. We both seemed oblivious to our surroundings and the risk we took.
Neither of us seemed to care.
