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I married right after college to a girl still in college. It soon became clear she was in love with the idea of being married, but wasn't ready for the responsibility of actually being married. She became depressed as she viewed her life as "over". That caused her to soon turn to other men to lift her spirits. First it was just flirting online, then it was sneaking out when I wasn't around and having full blown affairs, all in an attempt to retain her independence. She and I have talked quite a bit, and her actions at the time weren't directed towards me, they were primarily centered around her own insecurities and feelings like she'd "missed out" on life by getting married so early.
Despite the reason why.....I soon found myself in my mid-20's and in the process of getting divorced. Having gotten use to regular sex, I was insanely horny with no outlet for sexual relief anymore. Never being a person who went to clubs and bars I turned to a couple of adult "dating" sites but wasn't having any real luck in getting things to transition to in-person. One late afternoon, in a fit of arousal fueled lust, I ended up responding to a guy's post, since guy's posts are always more plentiful than the few real female posts.
He was in a long term relationship but his girlfriend was on an extended work assignment. He stated that he was looking for someone to watch porn and masturbate with. In my aroused mindset I figured that was something I could do and it'd provide me with at least some level of sexual interaction since I'd be with another person. If at any point he'd said he was interested in anything more, I don't think I would have responded or agreed to meet. I feel like I can say that pretty confidently as I didn't reply to any of the countless posts from guys that did want more. I was a straight male and I was only choosing this option because I didn't have a female to play with.
Before long I made the short drive to his place and I was as nervous as could be. He was friendly, about my age and after a few minutes of talking he asked me what kind of porn I liked. I honestly don't remember what I said, I think I just said "yes" to the first DVD he showed me.
He lived in an apartment and once we walked back to his bedroom, he turned off all the lights and started to undress next to the bed, the TV providing our only light. I followed suit, but from the other side of the bed, not really sure what protocol was.
Before that moment I hadn't thought about us both getting so openly naked. If you'd have asked me, I'd have said we'd both unzip, maybe unbutton our pants, and keep things mostly hidden from each other's view. That vision of events wasn't how things were unfolding and I was too nervous to do much other than follow his lead.
We both laid on his bed naked, not touching each other, as the DVD started. I found myself thankful that the room was mostly dark so I could pretend what was about to happen wasn't actually happening like this. Despite having gone over to his house, I was still in new territory and unsure about everything. I was trying to pretend like this was just like every other time I masturbated; however, the low light wasn't enough to hide the subtle movements and noises coming from next to me. This other guy, naked and already touching himself, just inches away from me, made it impossible to think of this as a normal masturbation session.
Just like getting undressed, I followed his lead, as it seemed the right thing to do. Within moments we were both masturbating and I tried to focus mostly on the TV. Even with the noise and scenes from the TV, I kept picking up on the subtle clues from when he'd turn his head to look at what I was doing. In noticing what he was doing I too ended up stealing a glance or two at him and his hand. Although it wasn't easy to see much in the low light, just knowing I had attempted to look at him, made things feel both wrong and exciting.
As we laid there, I was being careful to not masturbate too well, as I didn't want to cum too soon. For me, lasting at least as long as him was an unspoken competition I had to try to win.
The graphic scene continued on the TV and at some point I removed my hand from my cock to get more of the lotion he had provided. During that short window, his free hand reached out and seized the opportunity.
I wish I could say otherwise, but his hand didn't feel as good as my own. While his technique was different, I didn't brush his hand away or ask him to stop. For the next few moments he was stroking his cock with one hand and mine with the other. The longer his hand held and massaged my cock, the better it began to feel, in no small part due to the knowledge I was letting another guy stroke me.
After a short while, fueled in part by arousal and in part due to "fairness", I moved my hand closest to him. He let go of his cock, correctly anticipating my intent. Having only felt my own cock before, his felt different and strange. His head was larger and his cock felt more veiny than my own. As I gripped and moved my hand over a cock, which was not my own, I tried to mimic the technique he was using on my cock, believing he was likely stroking me the way he enjoys most..
Once I found a small rhythm, I tried to focus on the TV more so than what either of us were doing, but it was impossible to forget the feel of a foreign cock in my hand and the unfamiliar masturbation technique performed on me by the owner of that method. Despite my inner conflict of what was happening, I found myself continuing to get turned on more.
Through all of this I was still managing to maintain control of my body and its reaction, but then his feet moved. It didn't take a rocket scientist to pick up on what his movement meant as his hand stayed around my cock while his body turned sideways. He scooted slightly on the bed so he could lower his head across my hip as he bent down. I watched him let go of my cock as he guided it into his mouth, and just like his hand, I didn't brush him away or ask him to stop.
As he took me further into his mouth, moving up and down on my cock, it became apparent he lacked "good" technique. More than a few times I felt his teeth on my cock and there was no sucking or other actions offering additional stimulation, yet impossibly, my cock grew harder. I only stole a few peeks of him leaning sideways on the bed, his face in my lap and my cock disappearing into his mouth. Looking was too much of a mental game so I looked towards the TV even though I had long since stopped watching it.
To my surprise he stopped his blowjob and returned back to the way he had been laying on the bed next to me. His hand went back to my cock, which was now wet with his indecent act, and I wasted no time returning my hand to his cock, knowing his cock would want attention.
As we laid there, once again stroking each other, I decided I needed to "return the favor", out of risk of being rude. I have always prided myself in not being selfish in the bedroom, so "not being rude" actually was a real, and motivating factor. That motivation would have existed even if my arousal wouldn't have been doing most of the thinking for me at this point.
Like him, I turned sideways on the bed and lowered my mouth to his cock. This provided me with a fresh realization of just how big the head of his cock was. His thick cock and large head felt very weird in my mouth and I tried to remember what it was I liked when my ex sucked my cock.
I tried, but found I couldn't take him very deep in my mouth, it was just too foreign an act. Instead, I started using my hand to stroke his cock as I sucked his cock, concentrating more on the upper shaft and sensitive head. It didn't take long at all and he began getting louder. I heard him say the words every guy knows...."I'm gonna cum". Hearing that and noting the sudden intensity change in his actions, I moved my head off his cock quickly, barely getting clear before hot cum started spraying onto his stomach.
Having made him cum I straightened up on the bed and laid next to him again. Before I was able to take my own cock in my hand, he was turning and lowering his face to my lap again. Seeing what he intended, my hand didn't continue it's downward movement towards self-gratification. Instead, I once again allowed him to take me into his inexperienced mouth.
His immediate return to sucking my cock wasn't so he could fulfill some curiosity about what it'd be like to suck another guy's cock. It's entirely possible that was his motivation the first time and perhaps that is why he stopped his oral consumption prematurely. It's also possible that he stopped because he wasn't sure if he could, or even wanted, to make me cum that way. Whatever the reason was that he started and stopped the first time, I was certain that this time he *wanted* to make me cum. In spite of my own arousal, I maintained enough clarity to understood what he wanted and knew that he had every intention of making it happen. In that moment I also knew I wouldn't hold back as he sucked, allowing him to get his wish.
His second attempt to give me a blowjob hadn't improved his technique any, and despite finding myself wishing he'd use his hand to stroke me as I had done with him, or employ some other technique which might provide more stimulation than what he was giving, none of that was necessary.
The first time I'd been in his mouth I wasn't sure of how far I should let things go. This time I knew his desire and how far I'd let it go. Truth be told, this time I wanted to cum, and it wanted it to be because of his mouth.
It's funny how that little piece of knowledge soon had me breathing harder as I felt myself losing control. I returned the polite, and desperate phase, indicating I was about to cum.
Just like me, he pulled away, and honestly I don't remember if he started stroking my cock or I took back over as the proof of my arousal was being sprayed over my stomach and chest. As I watched myself cum I noticed that his face had remained close as I came, unlike me, who went to a full sitting position as he came.
We had both cum and cleaned up with some tissues as the DVD still played in the background, getting no more attention now than it had moments before. We got dressed and talked for only 2-3 minutes before I excused myself and left. Before I was out the door he reminded me his girlfriend would be gone for another two months and said I could come back over sometime if I wanted.
The thing is, I never went to his place again. When I arrived back to my own apartment there was a message waiting for me. A girl from the hook-up site had replied to me and that gave me hope that something more sexually traditional would be possible soon. A couple days later I deleted all the messages I'd had exchanged with my dirty little secret. The messages deleted, I never contacted him again.
I can't honestly tell you if I ended up meeting the girl who replied to me or not. What I can tell you is that I had agreed to meet a guy so I could watch porn and masturbate without being alone. However, I had not only let him stroke my cock and give me a blowjob, but I'd done the same to him without being asked or pressured. I also knew that if I went back over, there would be no use pretending we'd only touch ourselves. We'd been in each other's mouth just moments before orgasm, and it wouldn't take many visits before we stopped pulling away.
That right there was my fear.
I was horny. Constantly horny. Without an outlet, I was seeking one for my need. I feared that when he decided to take things further, odds are I'd match what he did to keep from being "rude" and because I was too horny to stop.
Deep down I knew that if he moved slowly, I likely wouldn't stop the next step and all the small steps after that, whatever they might be. Having that knowledge was reason enough to not go back over, because I knew myself....and I knew I can't be trusted when i'm *that* aroused. -->
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