This is an absolute true story. We met through a personal ad out there in webspace, one among the myriad of sex ads and graphical representations of services offered. The ad mentioned wanting to be "watched" which immediately picqued my interest. Being married and slightly older, again, caught my eye. Mentioned being hung small which I also love. Why wouldn't I respond?
At this point I should mention that I am a younger asian bisexual male with a special affection for older married men. What is it about this genre that captures us so? The whole "forbidden fruit" aspect is obvious enough. But "Mike" is in his mid-50's, around 5'8" and 200lbs. That is right in my comfort zone...did I mention that I also have a thing for husky and/or slightly chubby men? Mike has a bushy goatee and keeps his hair cut short, both of which are mostly grey but I wouldn't have it any other way. I am slim and have been told that I am "easy on the eyes."
We quickly develop an email rapport and no matter how many times I write back, he always responds. So many times, email burnout is sure to occur, where nothing is decided, but participants just start to fade away. We keep at it though and gradually work out way to chatting. In one of our first chats, I do recall Mike mentioning that one of his stronger fantasies involves being jacked off while being fingered. He immediately regretted making that statement..."I can't believe I just said that." Maybe he was getting comfortable enough with me to speak his mind.
We both offered that a slow seduction is one of our primary fantasies. Mike has only had a few hand jobs and although he is curious about many other things, he does not know if they will ever become reality. There is something to this, I tell myself. I decide that it is worth it to pursue and see where we end up.
I have a incredible desire to explore more male to male sexual experiences. I was never one to just throw myself into sexual situations so the going is slow at times but I prefer to work slowly. "Sex is best with emotions" someone once said to me.
One evening, we caught each other online and we finally made it happen albeit on webcam...
He started by rubbing himself through his shorts and I could clearly see a nice bulge forming. "I am running my hand along the inside of your thighs..." "No no, please, no..." "Please don't worry Mike, I won't hurt you..." "I know but please, my wife. I'm worried. No please don't..." I move in closer...
"Please remove your shirt Mike. Let me see your mipples..." He complies and also removes his shorts. I see his roundness and slight man-boobs but this is not a turn off to me. On the contrary, I love the natural human body much moreso than the sculpted one. His bulge is fully defined now as we proceed.... "Please no, I just can't!" "I promise you, I will be gentle and I would never hurt you. This will be our little secret Mike..." The antipication is building I just can't stand it. I gasp when I finally get to see his beautifully cut 4.5" cock poke out from the top of his underwear. It was quite thick with a perfect mushroom head. Immediately I imagined sucking it and told him so. Mike is so horny by now he gives in..."anything you want" and breaks out the lube for a better feel. I know he is close now so I move in with my tongue and warm breath, on his pubic hairs, his balls, then onto his perfect cock... Ooooooohhhhh, seeing his cum rush out in several large spurts, out and over his knuckles, in a white cascade and onto the floor was a sight I will not forget. Aaaaaahhhhh...Quite messy. Have to go clean now. See you later....
To be expected in the awkwardness of post-bliss. It was hot...but fleeting.
The fun continues and we manage to sneak in another session while his wife is asleep in the very next room. How exciting! Dangerous....
Our fantasies grow stronger and more graphic with each new session. We develop a shower fantasy where I rim his clean hole. He surprised us both by typing, "I'm going to unload on your face!" right before shooting a huge load in another session. Hidden fantasies are revealed as our bond continues to grow stronger, as more trust is developed, and like peeling away at an orange, Mike's desires are unlocked for the very first time. They need to be free and in the open air, fantasies need to breath and be fostered so they become real. Now that these fantasies have become shared, they now become even more real. I want these things to really happen.
Mike is a dedicated family man and his upbringing strongly conflicts with his M2M desires. As is the case more often than not, one day we get to the root of his male curiosity. Mike is a abuse-survivor. As a young boy, he was in a bad situation and ended up questioning things and blaming himself for things that were outside of his control. Now in his 50's, for the first time in his life, he found the courage to tell someone about it. He was comfortable enough to tell me what happened and I gracefully shared his burden. It brought a tear to my eye to hear about a scared young boy with nowhere to turn. But the boy is now a man, and I told him it was never his fault. Our friendship took a giant leap.
Now as I write this nearly 9 months after we first wrote each other, I am doing everything I can to remember every minute detail of our first meeting which occurred just over one week ago. We are afraid it would potentially change our special relationship but so far, we are working through it pretty well. This is what happened that day...
We finally arranged the meeting and decided to meet in a public place at the mall or someplace similar. A phone call that morning to confirm did nothing to shake my confidence in him but boy was I nervous. But he is probably 10 times as nervous as I am. We decide to meet at the beach and the next thing I new, he was there. It was time to finally meet! I walked up to his car and poked my head in the window. Immediately I liked what I saw. He was wearing a ball cap and dark sunglasses, athletic mesh shorts (good call), and a tee shirt. He had a huge fountain drink with him which he sipped from regularly to ease the dryness in his mouth? Have any of you ever been that nervous before?
I slide into the passenger seat and our conversation flows nicely. He is doing great. But he does show me his hand and both of his palms are completely soaked in sweat! It must be a side affect of the medication.
I can see the skin on his knee and how it glistened a shiny sheen. Mike is a healthy man and loves the warm sun and is horny most of the time. All wonderful attributes... We talk easily about everything, the day is lovely outside. I'm not quite sure if we will proceed to anything physical. But after an hour or so, I finally mention how nice the skin on his legs look, all tan and shiny like that.
I ask if I can touch them. He said "sure." I am shaking from nerves but I reach out and start caressing his soft legs. Then I move up the legs to his thighs and push back toward his crotch area and lift his shorts somewhat but I don't go for his cock just yet. I massage his stomach and then lift up his shirt a bit and rub his stomach and chest gently just the way he likes it. It's noticeable how nervous he is as well because he keeps blinking really fast. After awhile, he just closes his eyes and sits back a bit to enjoy the ride. I make sure to keep and eye out for people as they walk by but I'm sure they cannot see us.
By now, I can see a full tent, tugging hard at the fabric of his shorts. I move back down to his leg area and work his left leg which is on the far side away from me. As I move back across toward me, I brush against his full tent to get a quick feel. My heart is racing... By now I reach inside for the inside of his leg and it's time to move in and get some cock action. I touch his pubes and then his balls and then finally make some room under his shorts, and get to softly caress his cock. Lifting his shorts to get a look, I am not disappointed. It is a beautifully shaped cock with a nice proportionate head and shaft, about 4.5 inches long and a bit thicker than average. The foreskin is tight which is cool because I am uncut, this is a nice difference. I pull down at the waistband to expose his tool and to let it breath. I drop some spit into my hand and rub it into the head to give it that nice slippery feel. I feel his breathing start to speed up and the excitement is building.
All this at the beach boardwalk is pretty risky. When I offer to put real lube on and jack him off good, he offers to go somewhere else. So for the next 45 minutes, we drive around looking for a spot. It's a comedy of errors as we look and drive, look and drive. We are both such rookies, we don't know what we are doing.
Finally we just turn into a commercial building parking lot and find a spot. It seems like most everyone is done with lunch now and back to work. Since we backed into a spot, Mike put up the sun shades to block view from the front and we quickly try to make up for lost time. I ask him to remove his underwear completely. Without hesitation, he removes then but puts his gym shorts back on. For a second he is naked from the waist down and I see his soft cock close to his body in a mat of hair, so cute! I want to lick it so badly but that will have to wait for another day.
Now without underwear, I have easier access through his gymshorts. I work his stomach and chest again but this time with a purpose, with more urgency and passion. Lifting up his shirt hard, I see his nipples and they are perfect. They are pink and have a nice suckable tip which extends out a good quarter inch or so. You can really get at them and suck hard which is exactly what I do. I see that he's rock hard now and I grab his cock in my right hand and squeeze and I move up and down, while sucking hard on his right nipple. He starts to moan and within a few minutes, says he's starting to get a rise. Now I go for the lube and put a nice dallop on the head and work it in. "Oooooh that feels so good." Head eyes rolled back, this is starting to get good.
I work that slippery cock by rubbing and caressing and stroking it, and pretty soon he's close to cumming. I want to squeeze out that load so badly and bring this man to the pinnacle of pleasure, that point where nothing else matters. "Faster, faster" he says. I start to pump hard on his dick, up and down. To enhance his pleasure, I start sucking hard on his ripe nipple and I stroke harder and faster. He lets out a surprisingly loud groan, "aaaaagghhhh" but I stay on his nipple and continue to jack it hard, but I feel his warm spunk start to dribble onto my hand and down, after about 3-4 hard pulses. I keep at it as the tension in his cock dissipates some from the intense orgasm and I finally look down to see the slight puddle of translucent white cum near his belly button, and near my thumb and fingers, which I want to keep on his cock while it softens. But I know it gets quite sensitive so I release my hold. We both clean up but I can still feel the residue of his cum on my hand. Without thinking about what I'm doing, I raise it close to my face and take a whiff hoping smell his scent on my hand but there is not any discernable smell.
The next few moments are somewhat awkward and as he drives me back to my car, not much is said. At this point I do not know what will happen. I hope he is not too confused because I want to meet again and slowly bring my friend into a world of pleasure he has never known before. We say our goodbyes but I can only hope for another round with my hot daddy bear of a man.
I welcome your comments!
(...to be continued...)