I'll admit it, I'm homophobic. Never thought of a male in any sexual way. High school sports, college sports, showering together constantly, nothing. Then one day browsing CL, I run across an ad that makes me wonder...
"WIFE NEEDS TO BE EATEN, HUSBAND NEEDS A BJ. ARE U AVAILABLE - mw4m Title says it all, and u must swallow both of us. Please be hwp and ddf. Wife would also like a nice slow massage. Cum and suck us both off."
Now the first part is a piece of cake, or should I say hair pie. Part two challenges all my boundaries. Am I willing to cross a boundary and stretch my limits? I decide to reply, as I am anonymous and can run and hide at any time. Here is my reply- "Let me give you my stats. WM, 6'2", 210#. I could see it happen like this - I start with the woman lying face down, I knead the tops of her thighs. I work my way to her calves and then massage her feet. Probably suck her toes. Then up to the globes of her ass, where I may lay my cock at the top of her ass crack as I continue. As I start on her lower back, he presents his cock to my mouth. I continue to slowly massage her back as I slurp away. Then her back, shoulders, neck, scalp and arms, while swirling my tongue. If I haven't finished with him by then, I will get her to roll over and stroke his shaft to help him finish in my mouth. I continue by rubbing her arms extended above her head and work my way down to her shoulders and breasts. I like nipple play, but it's not totally necessary. Down her sides to the fronts of her thighs, shins and back to her feet. She should be relaxed, but not asleep. Then I will lick my way back up her legs and attack her clit. I will be groping her ass and tits and will use my fingers as allowed.
Sound fun? Can I get your stats and when you are available?"
I check my email far too often, wondering if I will elicit a reply. Half hoping that I will get an invite, half hoping I will at least get a rejection. I'm on pins and needles for several days checking for a reply. Just as I have resigned myself to the fact I may never hear back, I get a response. They want to get together at a local hangout to see if there is any chemistry between us. She will be in a red top. No pics, no stats. They claim to be intrigued by the response they got from me. I am happy to agree to meet them for a drink and see where this goes.
I make the easy 15 mile drive up to where they want to meet. Now, since I have no idea what they look like, it's fortunate that we are about the only people in the place. I have envisioned the worst and the best. They definitely are on the upper end of the spectrum. She looks classy, shows off a lot of cleavage and dresses to impress. He is imposing, too many gold necklaces and bracelets, but good looking. I certainly want to taste her, but still worry about my first time with a man. Like I said, I still have the option to cut and run.
We spend some time together getting to know each other. Nothing too personal, might never see each other again. I start to forget we just met and begin to have an easy conversation like I would with old friends. As commonly happens, she excuses herself to use the restroom. In the meantime, we discuss the game on the TV and discover we like different teams. She returns from the restroom, puts her thong and a bottle of lube on the table and looks me in the eyes. He gives me a pat on the back and suggests I follow them home. I scoop up her gifts. I guess I will be getting to know them better.
They live a short drive away. I again ponder the opportunity to just turn and go home. My mind is a mess. I wonder if I am the 5th guy in 5 days. I wonder how many times they have done this. I wonder if I should have concerns about their personal cleanliness. Then it's too late, they turn into their garage. I park on the street in front and now warily walk up the driveway to their vehicle.
They very cordially welcome me to their home and invite me in. I follow her in as her husband holds the door for us. I hear the garage door close behind him with a thump. They escort me into the living room, offering a glass of wine. I accept the liquid courage. Soft music is playing overhead. I take a spot on the couch, discussing how the evening will likely play out. They liked my thoughts, had some different ones, we decided to just let it play out as it might, go with the flow. We had another wine "just to finish the bottle", then we headed for the master bedroom.