He really didn't know what he was getting himself into. Here he was, a married man, 40 years old, three kids, meeting a gay guy in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Steve had just met Peter online in a gay.com chat room two days before and here he was just about to meet the man face to face. Steve's mouth was dry and no amount of restaurant ice water was going to quench his thirst. His hand shook slightly as he glanced down to his watch, just five more minutes, he thought to himself.
Steve had never had a single gay experience in his life. But he found himself attracted to gay erotica in his youth and the internet now afforded him nearly 24/7 access to the once forbidden material. And he found the more he saw and read about it, the more it intrigued him. He soon found himself in chat rooms, first just chatting about the mundane, but soon he was deep into very hot cybersex chats. While he read about how weak and ineffectual cybersex was, his experience was different. He found he could bring himself to tremendous orgasms just imagining a hard dick in his mouth or, even better, up his tight chute. He even snuck his wife's vibrator out on occasion and rode the thing as he masturbated.
Steve met Peter on line in a chat room for tops and bottoms. Steve identified himself as a bottom, which attracted the attention of Peter. Peter said he was gay and a top, currently in a long term relationship that was having problems. After discussing in private what each liked, they discovered they lived within 90 minutes of each other. Steve and Peter exchanged emails and with his heart in his throat, Steve screwed up enough courage to arrange a meeting with Peter. Now, that meeting, at a diner in the middle of a bright spring day, was only minutes away.
Steve watched as Peter entered. He recognized Peter from his photo that Peter had forwarded via email. He was about six feet tall, 200 lbs, short cropped greying hair, and the thick build of a day laborer. In fact, Peter was a lawyer, as was Steve.
Peter saw Steve watch him as he entered the diner and correctly surmised that Steve was his lunch date. Steve was a bit paranoid, which was understandable given his married status. But his nervousness was apparent, which is exctly what Peter expected.
Without asking, Peter slid onto the bench across the booth from Steve. "Steve?" Peter inquired, knowing all along that he picked the right booth.
"Um, hi. Yep, you've got me." Steve replied. "Thanks for coming."
"No, problem. I'm glad you could make it, too." Peter surveyed the man in front of him. Steve was a couple of inches shorter and about 15 pounds lighter than him. He had a thick mop of black hair that had an unruly cow lick in the front. Steve was handsome enough, a nice smile, sharp features, and very dark eyes. Peter liked what he saw. "Anything look good," he asked.
"What?" Steve muttered, quickly realizing that what Peter had meant was whether the diner offered anything appealing to eat. "Oh, the menu. Um, I guess, but I'm just going to have a salad and some iced tea."
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I eat, too."
The men quickly ordered and exchanged pleasantries about the weather and other mundane, small talk subjects. Steve began feeling uncomfortable as their discussion continued. They both knew why they decided to meet up, but the topic just sat there, obvious, but not broached. Eventually, as with all such conversations, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the two men. They just sat there, chewing on their wilted lettuce and stale croutons.
Peter was calm, however. He'd been through this before. Men unsure about their desires, particularly married men, were never going to break the ice. He just wanted Steve to see that he was just a regular guy before plunging into the fray.
After a while, Peter cleared his throat and when Steve looked up, Peter asked, "Is this your first time meeting a man, a gay man, face-to-face?"
Steve looked like a deer caught in the headlights and muttered a "uh-huh."
"Well, there's really nothing to be afraid of." Lowering his voice, not so much so they wouldn't be overheard, but to allay Steve's nervousness, he continued, "Have you carefully thought about what you want and if you really want to do something about it?"
"Uh, yeah."
An uncomfortable silence followed. Peter broke into a slow, easy grin and asked, "Well, are you going to tell me or are you going to keep it a secret?"
Steve smiled and realized how foolishly he'd been acting. He knew what he wanted, rehearsing it in his mind and online dozens of times. There really wasn't any holding back and, besides, he found Peter attractive and felt a stirring. "Yeah. Sorry. I know I've got to explore this side of me and I can't hold it back any longer. I enjoyed our chats and think you're a sensitive man and someone who can let me explore this side of me. That is, if you're interested."
"Oh, I'm interested, alright. Very. But I'm not going to push you. You'll have to decide for yourself where and how far this thing is going. You have to be comfortable with it before we go any further."
"I know what you mean, Peter. But, despite how nervous I feel right now, I'm ready. Really ready."
With those words, Steve felt a small release of tension and he could feel the desire welling up inside him. He had gone this far, he liked what he saw and heard, and he was determined to see it through. "Is there any place more private we can talk about this?"
"Sure. I picked this place not because the food is so great, but because I live just five minutes away. You can follow me in your car, or I can drive you, but we can sit on my porch or in my living room and see where this takes us, OK?"
"OK."
With that, Steve signaled to the waitress for the bill. Peter waited and walked with Steve to the parking lot. Climbing into his car he instructed Steve, "Just follow me and you won't get lost."
Steve's heart pounded as he climbed into his car and followed Peter's taillights. He stayed close behind, almost rear-ending Peter's car at a stop sign. But, somehow, he managed to concentrate and before long, he pulled off the road onto a dirt road that ran for about a quarter mile to a small Cape Cod in the woods.
Stepping out of the car, Steve followed Peter to the porch. Peter directed Steve to a wooden rocking chair on the porch. "Wanna beer?" Peter offered.
Steve accepted and watched as Peter opened he screen door and entered the house. Sitting back, Steve looked to the trees trying to relax, but his mind raced. What will happen next?
Peter returned with a beer for Steve and one for himself. He sat on a wicker chair next to the rocker and took a deep sip. Steve, throat dry, drank deeply, as well. "Nice place you got here," Steve said.
"Thanks," Peter replied, "We've worked on this for a couple of years. You should have seen it when we first moved in. It was a wreck."
Peter and Steve exchanged pleasantries for a while, talking about remodeling houses and carpentry. Soon, Steve's beer was drained and he felt the need to relieve himself. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?"
"Sure. No problem. Just turn right when you walk in the door and it's the first door on your left."
With that, Steve got up and entered Peter's house. He noticed how simple, yet tasteful Peter's house looked. Walking to the bathroom, he walked in, not bothering to close the door and undid his pants. He sighed, barely audibly, as the stream of piss hit the water in the toilet. He hadn't noticed that Peter followed Steve into the house.
Steve finished and began to shake his penis off. But he felt Peter's arm reach around and grip his hand which was gripping his dripping penis. "Let me shake that off for you."
Peter gently shook Steve's hand and slowly pressed up behind Steve. The closeness thrilled Steve and the feel of Peter's legs and hips against his thigh sent a shiver through him. He could feel his cock and balls tingle.
Peter continued to move Steve's hand along Steve's exposed cock. He started stroking the enlarging member and then buried his mouth against Steve's neck. His teeth gently bit into Steve's neck, replaced by his lips. He sucked hard and could feel Steve lean back against him. Steve's head fell back and in the bathroom mirror, he could see Steve's eyes close.
They stood like that, Peter nibbling on Steve's neck and stroking his engorged member for ten minutes or so. Steve hardly dared move, enjoying this bit of seduction. But, Peter had other things in mind. He moved to the front and turned Steve's head toward his. Steve's eyes were closed, but his lips were parted and Peter took that as a sign that this man needed kissing. Lowering his mouth to Steve's, their lips met and he lightly traced Steve's lips with his tongue. He wasn't all that surprised when Steve kissed him back, and hard!
Steve's first began tentatively, but soon pressed hard against Peter's lips.
He pushed his tongue out and found Peter's tongue. The kiss, which began so softly, became extremely intense.
Steve's fly was open and Peter stroked Steve's raging hard on. Steve looped his arm around Peters waist and put the other arm over Peter's shoulder. They stood there, sharing this deep, erotic kiss.
After a bit, Peter pulled away. Staring deeply into Steve's eyes, he tugged on Steve's arm and led him out of the bathroom. Walking a few feet down the hall, Peter led the very eager Steve into the bedroom and gently lowered him to the bed so that Steve sat just before him.
Keeping his eyes on him, Peter slowly undid his belt and pants and lowered them to the floor. He removed his shorts and then his t-shirt. He stood naked before Steve and stepped forward. Without a word, he gripped Steve's head and slowly pushed him to his rising cock. "Lick it," ordered Peter.
This was the moment Steve had imagined and feared at the same time. But the stiff cock was inches away from his mouth. Gulping, he opened his mouth and moved toward the swollen member, extending his tongue. Steve could swear he could feel a jolt of electricity as the tip of his tongue found the underside of Peter's dick. He held it there for a moment, then engulfed the head with his lips.
Steve's heart was pounding as more and more of Peter's cock entered his mouth. Peter waited patiently as Steve experimented with a man's penis in his mouth. He licked around the head, he explored the piss slit, he moved his tongue around the triangular, sensitive spot underneath Peter's dick. Steve heard Peter moan and the moan shook Steve's world. He was in control and then he engulfed Peter's dick until he felt it hit the back of his throat.
Steve reached around Peter's hips so that he could control Peter's movements better. He savored Peter's cock in his mouth and lavished intense attention on the hard shaft with his tongue. He explored every inch, felt every vein and muscle as he slurped and sucked. He was careful not to rub his teeth against the rigid dick and after a while became used to how it felt. He started bobbing his head back and forth, mouth open and engulfed around the stiff prick in his mouth. It was heady stuff.
Steve stroked Peter's butt absentmindedly as he focused on giving the best head he could. Steve certainly appreciated the attention and watched as Peter took to his cock as if he had years of experience sucking cock. He watched as Steve's distended mouth formed a perfect O and as his cock slid in and out of the cocksuckers mouth.
Peter was enjoying himself immensely but felt that things had to slow down a bit. He pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva dangling from Peter's slick dick and Steve's tongue. "Now, you strip," Peter directed Steve.