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I'm a married guy. Not proud that I've got a thing for guys but I've come to realize it's not going away. My experience has been getting random BJs from gay guys on hook ups set up on social networks. And ya, I've taken a few turns on my knees. But I had never been with the same person twice. Till now. Here's what happened.
The first time we met up was a result of an ad I saw on CL. Divorced white male looking for some male bonding time, mild to wild. Late 30s, blonde, good looking, gym-junkie. I bit cuz other than divorced and blond he sounded just like me. We exchanged a lot of emails talking about what we were looking for and even a little about our lives. Cool guy. We exchanged pics so we knew we weren't fake. So by the time I actually went there I felt like I knew him pretty well. The first time I went to his place, which was way the fuck out in the country, we had a good time. Did stuff I never did before (making out with a guy, fingering a dudes ass, rimming) and it was good but it was a lot. I mean it was like I went from 4th grade to grad school. I kinda swore off doing stuff like that just cuz I didn't want it to take over my live, because as hot as it was it definitely had that potential haha. So I didn't contact him for several months. But I couldn't get it out of my head. Really good guy, good looking, nice body, killer ass, and most important I could relate to him. That for some reason was a big deal to me. So after all those months I emailed him to see if he wanted to get together again. He was like ya definitely. So we went back and forth on when we'd both be available. Our schedules made it tough. We finally agreed that on a designated morning, we'd both skip the gym and instead meet at his house and shower together. The closer we got to the day the more amped I got. I texted him the day before and said, "Do you have the balls to come to the door naked when I get there tomorrow?". May have been a reach but he didn't seem like the type to have a lot of inhibition and besides, from what I remember he didn't have a lot of neighbors either. So he sends me a text back saying, "Ya. Do you?". Gulp. I texted him back and said, "uh...I'd love to but I'm not into being arrested." He came back with, "Did you forget where I live? There's only a couple houses on my street. I'm the last one. No one can see you once you pull into my driveway. Leave your clothes in the car and walk up my door naked. It'll be hot." I thought about it. He was right. But still, it was kinda a scary idea and besides it was going to be about 35 degrees. I texted him back, "lemme think about it" to which he replied, "I dare you."
The next morning as I drove to his house I thought about the dare. I gave myself about a 10% chance of actually doing it. But I thought to myself `if I actually do this, the second I get in that house I'm gonna make that sonofabitch get on his knees and suck me hahaha'. As I approached his street I decided not to go thru with the dare. I'll strut up to the door fully clothed and he'll be naked. It'll be cool. But as I turned onto his road I passed one house...then another...then another. They were all getting smaller in the rear view mirror and I realized damn, he's right. His house is at the end of the street and almost totally secluded. I took off my shoes. His house came into view. I took off my socks (not easy while driving a car btw haha). I saw his porch light on. I slid off my pants. Christ am I really gonna do this? I slid off my tighties and pulled in the driveway. I started taking off my shirt and saw the porch light go off. Good. Too much light is bad haha. I put my shoes back on (I have no idea why, just seemed like the thing to do) and it hit me – I'm bare fuckin naked in my car in a dudes driveway. Ok. Here we go. As I was about to open the car door I saw his front door open. There was a light on somewhere behind him so all I could see was his silhouette, but he was definitely naked. Definitely. I opened the car door, walked out, naked as the day I was born, walking up the front sidewalk, wide open to the whole fuckin world, looking at a one-man welcoming committee at the door wearing a smirk and a semi hardon. I don't even remember noticing the cold. I think I was going on adrenaline. It was a total rush. Guys like me don't do this shit, at least not after sophomore year in college haha. Step into the house. Door closed behind me and there we were. Actually once the door closed I noticed I let out a huge exhale. He asked me if I was ok (I was) and said it was good to see me again (I felt the same way). He grabbed my dick and gave it a firm, good natured tug. I forgot how good a man's grip felt on my cock. We spent a couple minutes making out in his foyer. And before I had a chance to initiate my get-down-on-yor-knees-and-suck-my-cock plan, he dropped to his knees and took my stiffie in his mouth. There I was, still a little cold, but warming up watching this guy sucking my cock right in his doorway. I love a man who knows what he wants and goes for it. After a few minutes he got up and asked me if I was ready to go upstairs. I told him, "not quite". I turned him around so his back was to me. I already knew he liked sucking my dick. But I wanted to find out how willing he really was. Once his back was to me I wrapped my arms around him, drew him closer to me, and buried my stiff cock deep in his crack, not penetrating, but just seeing how he reacted to my cock knocking at the door. I heard him moan a little and I reached down and felt his cock. Stiff as a board. I had my answer. I turned him around, smiled and said, "I'm VERY ready to go upstairs."
We went right to his bathroom and grabbed a shower. He had a single candle lit. I was pretty impressed. For a masculine guy, deep voice, not a fem bone in his body, he had a little romantic side in him. We lathered each other up, made out a little, and he sucked me a little too (damn I like his style!). When we dried off we went right to the bed. I laid on my back, he crawled on top of me. Making out and a lot of oral in a lot of positions. I didn't mind returning the favor. He had a really nice cock. I knew at one point he brought out some lube. Smelled minty and nice. But I was too wrapped up in his mouth and dick to really think about it. After a bit he crawled up and sat on top of me, facing me. I felt him working my cock and his hand sliding all over it. Then he positioned his ass right over my dick, held my dick firm in his hand, and lowered himself on. I had never fucked a guy. Never really wanted to. But I was caught up in the moment. And it felt so fucking good!!!! With one good thrust I was in him. Deep in him. I looked him in the eye and his face was like...idk...never saw that expression on a dudes face before. He was literally moving his ass up and down on my cock. Then he stopped and I went to work. I started bucking my hips like they were on fire haha, slamming my cock in his ass. He was taking it and loving it. Truth is I didn't last long. I guess I was over excited. I blew after a couple minutes right in his ass. He rolled off me and laid on the bed next to me, side by side. I was partially in afterglow and partially in disbelief. I JUST FUCKED A GUY AND CREAMED IN HIS ASS! But I figured I should do something. I rolled over and I started kissing him. It felt right. He just let me pulverize his ass. Then I went down and started blowing him. To be honest, on my way to his house, I thought to myself that I think I really want to try eating his load. But after sucking him a bit I came up for air and his right hand took over. I know to gay guys this probably won't seem very exciting, but laying there watching another man pound his meat, something that till recently I thought was a purely on-yor-own-alone kinda thing, it was amazing. A naked man. Laying in front of me. With his bone right there for me to see. Not to mention that I'd just been INSIDE him! Amazing. He started shooting cum. Part of me wanted to dive in and lick the cream from his belly. But I was spent. We got up and went in the shower again and rinsed off. When I got out all of a sudden I realized SHIT, I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOHTES. They were in the car. He put on a pair of black boxer briefs and went out to get them. Came back in and instead of running for the door we hung out and chatted a bit. About fatherhood, work, and sex. It was a nice change for my normal blow and go. On the way to work I thought `oh crap the #1 reason I went there was to eat that crazy hot ass of his and I never did that", so I texted him and told him so haha. He replied, "then don't make it 9 months before you come back again." Deal.