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All my friends knew me as a straight guy. I dated women, and I "acted" straight, whatever that means. They didn't know I'd had relations with other men. Mostly in college. And relations means sex. I didn't date another guy, just sucked and fucked, in some one night stands. Experimenting? Maybe. But, I knew I did like the man-on-man action, as much as I liked getting pussy.
As I got older, I tired of the one night stand thing, and went on to just date women.
Until I realized how crazy they are. I swear, if there was a psycho bitch within 30 miles of where I was standing, she hid her insanity, and came running. And we'd date until I realized how nuts she was.
Well, after a few relationships like that, I started thinking about men. Oh, sure, I'd jack off to gay porn once in a while, but I was getting to be too old for one night stands. I seriously considered dating a guy. And eventually, I started combing the online ads.
And I found a guy who seemed to be a lot like me. Right around 40. Bisexual. A history of women, but tired of the bullshit that always seemed to come with them. And we had mutual interests outside of that, which I won't go into, because they're not important to the story.
After about 3 weeks of emails, we traded up to texting. And after we were both satisfied that the other was for real, we decided to meet up for drinks. We had a good time, and actually, I'd forgotten we were on a date, because the conversation was so good. He reminded me when he kissed me goodbye.
He'd walked me to my car, we talked a bit about making plans again, and he took me by the waist, and kissed me. Right there on the street. In full view of anyone who cared to look. I was shocked, and a little embarrassed. I mean, it's still only the early 21st Century, and two men kissing in public isn't all that common. Yet.
By the time I got home, the shock had been replaced with lust. It was a good kiss. And I wanted more. I know dating rules say you're not supposed to appear so eager, but I wanted more, and so I texted him about seeing him the next night.
I wanted just to get him in private, and trade blowjobs, but he had other ideas. And knowing what I know now, I'll admit, they were better.
We went to see a ballgame. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. This is supposed to be a story about hot sex. So, I should pepper the narrative with double entendres about baseball and hot, man-on-man action. But, no. It was just a game. Although, I was getting frustrated. I wanted, at least, another kiss. I wanted to touch him, but, I had to hold back. For one thing, we were in public. And for another, this was only our second date. I didn't want to be a slut, did I?
The night ended without sex, I'm sorry to say. But I got more of a kiss. And this time, he looked around to see if anyone was watching, before sliding his arm around me, putting his hand on the base of my spine, and pulling me in. It was such an intimate gesture, I nearly melted. I raised a hand to his shoulder, and our lips met. And as soon as my tongue touched his lips, he pulled back, and with a sly smile on his face asked, "Free tomorrow night?"
Tomorrow night was dinner at his place. I was torn: should I whack off before going, to curb my lust, or should I save up my energy? I split the difference, and masterbated that morning. After all, I didn't want to be too turned on, and cum too quick, if what I thought was going to happen was going to happen.
What I thought was going to happen, didn't happen. I figured we'd make out, I'd go down on him, he'd go down on me, and that would be that. No, after dinner, we sat on the couch and talked. I was kind of expecting him to make the first move, and when he didn't, I did. We kissed, with lots of sloppy tongue this time, and I started moving my hands down his chest. Before I got to the bulge in his pants, he stopped me.
"Look," he said, "I don't know about you, but I'm looking for more than just sex. And I like you, and I want to take this further. And I know from past experience, hoping into bed too soon means it all ends too soon. Can we wait a bit? I like you, a lot, and I don't want to burn out too quickly."
While that sounds like a buzzkill, it was exactly where I was coming from. When my thoughts weren't overridden by my sex drive anyway. I agreed, and said something about needing to go home for a cold shower.
"We could take a cold shower together...?"
So, we did. Except it wasn't cold. We kissed, and touched and lathered each other good. He was in good shape. I was a little soft around the middle, but it didn't seem to bother him.
There we were, me slowly stroking his soapy cock with one hand, massaging his pecs with the other, him soaping up my ass crack and kissing my neck.
In all of our discussions, we hadn't talked about what we were into. About who liked what, and what roles went to whom. But it was all about to become apparent. I hadn't sucked a cock in about 6 years, and I really wanted to take him in my mouth, but he had other plans.
We rinsed off, and toweled off, and he led me by the hand to his bedroom, where he pushed me gently onto the bed, and climbed on top. It felt so good, his dick grinding against mine, his lips all over my neck, his butt cheeks in my hands. Why hadn't I done this sooner? Because, before now, I hadn't found a guy with whom I'd wanted to do this.
"I want to fuck you," he breathed in my ear.
"Yesssssssssss. Pleeeeeeasssse," I hissed back.
He grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the night stand drawer, and kissed his way down my torso, stopping only to suck on my nipples first. I spread my legs to give him all the access he needed. He ignored my pulsing dick, and kissed my thighs, before moving my balls aside to kiss my taint, and heavens above, his tongue hit my asshole!
I'd sucked, I'd fucked other guys, and had been sucked and fucked before. But never had anyone eaten my asshole. It was a brand new, and delightful experience, his warm, wet tongue, probing a part of my body I'd never realized was so sensitive.
But it didn't last. His tongue was soon replaced with a lubed up finger. And that felt even better, penetrating just an inch or two.
And that didn't last either. But it was quickly forgotten as his cockhead penetrated deeper, but slower. Once he was all the way in, he lowered his body to mine. I wrapped my legs around his, and my arms around his back. His stubbly face rubbed against mine, as I slowly thrust my pelvis up to meet his strokes.
Neither one of us wanted it to end, and wordlessly, when ever one of us got close to cumming, they'd stop, and we'd shift positions. It started as missionary, then we rolled over so I was on top, cowgirl style. Then, we stopped and changed to doggy style. And, him spooning me, fucking me as we lay together.
Cutting to the chase, eventually he came. And laying there exhausted, he asked if I had. I hadn't, so he told me to whack off as he watched. It didn't take long, and he kissed me and asked me to spend the night. This was going to be another first. Spending a night with a man. And I was only too happy to.
The morning was a little awkward, as I had to get home and go to work, so it felt like I was rushing to leave. But I assured him I didn't want to go. So, we made plans for the evening, and I was spacey all day at the office.
Our fourth date was that night, and while I wanted nothing more than to get thoroughly fucked by him, after sucking that beautiful cock, he had other ideas again.
We went for a walk through his neighborhood. I felt silly, like a little girl, but I really wanted to hold his hand. He too had a fantastic time last night, and wanted more nights like it, but, the stroll, he explained, was necessary. "I don't want to just have sex. I want more."
Again, I couldn't disagree, so I curbed my libido, and we talked about ourselves. We learned more about each other's histories. His was a lot like mine: he'd messed around with guys in college, but lived primarily as a straight guy, until women just weren't interesting any more.
Back at his place, it was another sexy shower, and a good fucking. Hell, four dates, and I hadn't sucked him off yet. But, maybe that was a good thing.
The next morning was Saturday, and we didn't have to rush around, or do anything. But, he got up and made me breakfast in bed. And then fucked me again. And after a nap, he asked me to fuck him.
I'd fucked a couple of guys before, but never enjoyed it like I did being on the bottom. It was good, but it was also pretty obvious that if we kept going, he was going to be the top in bed.
Saturday afternoon, we both had chores and errands, and agreed to meet that evening. At my place. I made dinner, we went for a walk, and then repeated what we did the last two nights: a shower, and a fucking.
And while that may sound like we were in a rut, we weren't. It was all good. Every thrust, every caress, every kiss felt brand new.
Sunday, we went back to the ballpark, and it was there I realized how much I liked spending time with him, and yes, I was going to try to make this last.
And last it has. 3 months later, we came out to our friends. 6 months in, we came out to family. 9 months and we moved in together. And that was nearly a year ago.
Oh, and I finally got to go down on him. On our 12th date.
As I got older, I tired of the one night stand thing, and went on to just date women.
Until I realized how crazy they are. I swear, if there was a psycho bitch within 30 miles of where I was standing, she hid her insanity, and came running. And we'd date until I realized how nuts she was.
Well, after a few relationships like that, I started thinking about men. Oh, sure, I'd jack off to gay porn once in a while, but I was getting to be too old for one night stands. I seriously considered dating a guy. And eventually, I started combing the online ads.
And I found a guy who seemed to be a lot like me. Right around 40. Bisexual. A history of women, but tired of the bullshit that always seemed to come with them. And we had mutual interests outside of that, which I won't go into, because they're not important to the story.
After about 3 weeks of emails, we traded up to texting. And after we were both satisfied that the other was for real, we decided to meet up for drinks. We had a good time, and actually, I'd forgotten we were on a date, because the conversation was so good. He reminded me when he kissed me goodbye.
He'd walked me to my car, we talked a bit about making plans again, and he took me by the waist, and kissed me. Right there on the street. In full view of anyone who cared to look. I was shocked, and a little embarrassed. I mean, it's still only the early 21st Century, and two men kissing in public isn't all that common. Yet.
By the time I got home, the shock had been replaced with lust. It was a good kiss. And I wanted more. I know dating rules say you're not supposed to appear so eager, but I wanted more, and so I texted him about seeing him the next night.
I wanted just to get him in private, and trade blowjobs, but he had other ideas. And knowing what I know now, I'll admit, they were better.
We went to see a ballgame. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. This is supposed to be a story about hot sex. So, I should pepper the narrative with double entendres about baseball and hot, man-on-man action. But, no. It was just a game. Although, I was getting frustrated. I wanted, at least, another kiss. I wanted to touch him, but, I had to hold back. For one thing, we were in public. And for another, this was only our second date. I didn't want to be a slut, did I?
The night ended without sex, I'm sorry to say. But I got more of a kiss. And this time, he looked around to see if anyone was watching, before sliding his arm around me, putting his hand on the base of my spine, and pulling me in. It was such an intimate gesture, I nearly melted. I raised a hand to his shoulder, and our lips met. And as soon as my tongue touched his lips, he pulled back, and with a sly smile on his face asked, "Free tomorrow night?"
Tomorrow night was dinner at his place. I was torn: should I whack off before going, to curb my lust, or should I save up my energy? I split the difference, and masterbated that morning. After all, I didn't want to be too turned on, and cum too quick, if what I thought was going to happen was going to happen.
What I thought was going to happen, didn't happen. I figured we'd make out, I'd go down on him, he'd go down on me, and that would be that. No, after dinner, we sat on the couch and talked. I was kind of expecting him to make the first move, and when he didn't, I did. We kissed, with lots of sloppy tongue this time, and I started moving my hands down his chest. Before I got to the bulge in his pants, he stopped me.
"Look," he said, "I don't know about you, but I'm looking for more than just sex. And I like you, and I want to take this further. And I know from past experience, hoping into bed too soon means it all ends too soon. Can we wait a bit? I like you, a lot, and I don't want to burn out too quickly."
While that sounds like a buzzkill, it was exactly where I was coming from. When my thoughts weren't overridden by my sex drive anyway. I agreed, and said something about needing to go home for a cold shower.
"We could take a cold shower together...?"
So, we did. Except it wasn't cold. We kissed, and touched and lathered each other good. He was in good shape. I was a little soft around the middle, but it didn't seem to bother him.
There we were, me slowly stroking his soapy cock with one hand, massaging his pecs with the other, him soaping up my ass crack and kissing my neck.
In all of our discussions, we hadn't talked about what we were into. About who liked what, and what roles went to whom. But it was all about to become apparent. I hadn't sucked a cock in about 6 years, and I really wanted to take him in my mouth, but he had other plans.
We rinsed off, and toweled off, and he led me by the hand to his bedroom, where he pushed me gently onto the bed, and climbed on top. It felt so good, his dick grinding against mine, his lips all over my neck, his butt cheeks in my hands. Why hadn't I done this sooner? Because, before now, I hadn't found a guy with whom I'd wanted to do this.
"I want to fuck you," he breathed in my ear.
"Yesssssssssss. Pleeeeeeasssse," I hissed back.
He grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the night stand drawer, and kissed his way down my torso, stopping only to suck on my nipples first. I spread my legs to give him all the access he needed. He ignored my pulsing dick, and kissed my thighs, before moving my balls aside to kiss my taint, and heavens above, his tongue hit my asshole!
I'd sucked, I'd fucked other guys, and had been sucked and fucked before. But never had anyone eaten my asshole. It was a brand new, and delightful experience, his warm, wet tongue, probing a part of my body I'd never realized was so sensitive.
But it didn't last. His tongue was soon replaced with a lubed up finger. And that felt even better, penetrating just an inch or two.
And that didn't last either. But it was quickly forgotten as his cockhead penetrated deeper, but slower. Once he was all the way in, he lowered his body to mine. I wrapped my legs around his, and my arms around his back. His stubbly face rubbed against mine, as I slowly thrust my pelvis up to meet his strokes.
Neither one of us wanted it to end, and wordlessly, when ever one of us got close to cumming, they'd stop, and we'd shift positions. It started as missionary, then we rolled over so I was on top, cowgirl style. Then, we stopped and changed to doggy style. And, him spooning me, fucking me as we lay together.
Cutting to the chase, eventually he came. And laying there exhausted, he asked if I had. I hadn't, so he told me to whack off as he watched. It didn't take long, and he kissed me and asked me to spend the night. This was going to be another first. Spending a night with a man. And I was only too happy to.
The morning was a little awkward, as I had to get home and go to work, so it felt like I was rushing to leave. But I assured him I didn't want to go. So, we made plans for the evening, and I was spacey all day at the office.
Our fourth date was that night, and while I wanted nothing more than to get thoroughly fucked by him, after sucking that beautiful cock, he had other ideas again.
We went for a walk through his neighborhood. I felt silly, like a little girl, but I really wanted to hold his hand. He too had a fantastic time last night, and wanted more nights like it, but, the stroll, he explained, was necessary. "I don't want to just have sex. I want more."
Again, I couldn't disagree, so I curbed my libido, and we talked about ourselves. We learned more about each other's histories. His was a lot like mine: he'd messed around with guys in college, but lived primarily as a straight guy, until women just weren't interesting any more.
Back at his place, it was another sexy shower, and a good fucking. Hell, four dates, and I hadn't sucked him off yet. But, maybe that was a good thing.
The next morning was Saturday, and we didn't have to rush around, or do anything. But, he got up and made me breakfast in bed. And then fucked me again. And after a nap, he asked me to fuck him.
I'd fucked a couple of guys before, but never enjoyed it like I did being on the bottom. It was good, but it was also pretty obvious that if we kept going, he was going to be the top in bed.
Saturday afternoon, we both had chores and errands, and agreed to meet that evening. At my place. I made dinner, we went for a walk, and then repeated what we did the last two nights: a shower, and a fucking.
And while that may sound like we were in a rut, we weren't. It was all good. Every thrust, every caress, every kiss felt brand new.
Sunday, we went back to the ballpark, and it was there I realized how much I liked spending time with him, and yes, I was going to try to make this last.
And last it has. 3 months later, we came out to our friends. 6 months in, we came out to family. 9 months and we moved in together. And that was nearly a year ago.
Oh, and I finally got to go down on him. On our 12th date.
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