I'm in my early 50s now, not over weight, not buff, but apparently attractive enough. For most of my life I've fantasized about licking a set of large smooth balls then slipping a nice hard cock into my mouth... long, thick and uncut. As a young man, I found myself checking out the good looking guys as well as the girls. I was one of the fortunate ones. I have a nice long cock, just shy of eight inches, and back then, the flexibility to self-suck. I would return to my place , usually with a good beer buzz, full of fantasies about people I'd seen earlier, get naked, lay on my bed, throw my legs up and over to the wall and force as much of my own hot cock down my throat. To this day, I'm not sure if I enjoy sucking cock or being sucked more.
Over the years I have fantasized, without a doubt, hundreds of times about being with men. Every guy I see, young (legal that is) and old, could end up in one of my fantasies. So, after many attempts, I decided to let others out there, with similar thoughts, know that they are not alone. And hopefully, I'm not either.
Anyway here goes...
It had been a long, busy week. My business partner and I stopped for lunch at one of the many bar/restaurants available to us. We took a seat in the bar area and ordered our first tall ones. The area was about half full. I'm fairly sure my partner isn't aware of my interest in men. It has never been a conversation we've had or most likely will have.
My first two beers flew down and I was on to number three. My partner was still nursing her first. The beer was having its expected effect on me as I slipped into my "comfort" zone.
The was a man with a young teenage boy sitting directly in my line of sight, off my partner right shoulder. I could get a good look at him without appearing to stare and not give the appearance of ignoring what she had to say.
He had a slender build, salt and pepper hair, probably forty something. Our eyes would meet from time to time. Quick glances that seem to becomes stares. We were definitely connecting. Into my third beer and totally into this stranger who kept eyeing me, I let my eyes drift from his down to the crotch of his jeans, then back up. His eyes were still on me. He smiled a looked away. I did the same. After all I was in another conversation but my mind was in his pants. I spread my legs with out looking at him, twisting slightly in my chair, hoping he might glance at my hardening cock. My mind was racing. My next glance started at his crotch. Then, slowly up to his face. I think he trembled ever so slightly when our eyes meet. I wanted him, simple as that.
The moment of truth. He got up from his chair and walk past me. My eyes were all over him. He was headed for the men's room. mmmm
Any interested? Truth ends, fantasy begins series(?) jw4you@hotmail.com