This story is true. I have not used any names for a reason. It is a tale of discovery. I would appreciate any comments the reader might have.
"The Awakening"
I have always been a very sexual person although, when I was much younger, I probably didn't understand just what I was feeling. I was always very attracted to women and never considered myself either gay or bisexual even though I had allowed a couple of guys to give me head. I guess I justified it by believeing in the old "If it feels good do it" cliche.
As I got older, some things begin to change. I found myself fantasizing about making love to a man. The fantasies were incredible, which caught me by surprise. I knew I had to find a partner to help make the fantasy a reality. This is not something for one, so inexperienced, to know how to follow through on. So, it remained a fantasy for a very long time.
One evening, while visiting my old home town, I had decided to just head downtown and walk around. I wanted to see if any of my old friends were around and to just get a look at the town. While standing on a street corner, in the middle of town, a stranger came up to me and began to engage me in conversation. He was a bit taller than me, I am all of 5'6", and had nice curly blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a bit tipsy. That may have given him the courage to approach me. We talked about all kinds of things never once mentioning anything sexual. Even though we didn't talk about sex, or sexual preferences, I had the distinct feeling I was being picked up. I decided right then and there that, if he moved in the right direction, I would follow.
After a bit, he asked me if I would like to go to his apartment and have a drink. I said I would since standing on the street corner was getting to be a bit much. I got in my car and followed him to his apartment building. After entering his apartment, I felt like I needed to shower and clean up. I know, this sounds like a bunch of nonsense, but honestly it was really how I felt so I asked him. He said sure, help yourself. The shower was great. At one point he asked, from outside the door, if everything was all right. I told it couldn't be better.
After showering I went ahead and got dressed and headed out to his living room. I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, sitting in an old bean bag chair, masterbating. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. A hot flash, like I had never felt before, shot through my body. I found myself trying to have a normal conversation with him while my eyes were transfixed on his cock watching his hand moving up and down. I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing became a bit shallow. Finally, I asked him if he would like to take this into his bedroom. He jump right up and went into the bedroom beckoning me to follow.
Upon entering his bedroom, both of us immediately undressed and lay down on his bed. He leaned into me a kissed me deeply. I pressed my body into his feeling the warmth of his skin on mine. The sensation was amazing. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach as I pressed even closer. It was as if I was trying to become one body with him. The sensations were electric. I was taken back by the intensity I was feeling. Slowly, I moved my hand to his cock and begin to softly stroke him. He obliged by doing the same. I found myself moving down to his chest, teasing his nipples. Alternately biting and licking them. I could hear his breath growing shorter and feel his chest rising and falling rapidly. Soon, I was down to his cock. The scent of his manhood was intoxicating. I slowly licked around the head of his cock tasting this for the first time. It was strange because it felt so natural when everything I had been taught in life told me that it should not be. I took him slowly into my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock inside my mouth. I took him a little bit at a time. Then I slowly began to move my head up and down on his shaft, limiting the depth I was taking him in. He began to moan softly, moving his hips with the motion of my head. I had one hand around the base of his cock and the other fondling his balls. I was relishing every minute of this. I slowly rotated my position so that my cock was now facing his head. He immediately took me into his mouth, sucking and licking with astonishing expetise. Both of us were building to a climax simultaneously. I begin to fuck his mouth hard and he did likewise. I took him all the way into my mouth, kneading his balls, coaxing him to a climax. I felt the orgasm build deeply within me and I could feel his balls tighten as he began to come in my mouth at exactly the same time I came into his. We sucked and licked each other completely. Then, I fell back onto the bed, exhausted. It was the most incredible orgasm I think I had ever had.
I slowly turned back around and put my arms around him and we kissed, deeply, for, what seemed like, forever. Too soon, I had to get up and dress to leave. I knew I would not see him again and a feeling of sadness crept over me. That night, I slept better than I had for years.
Since that time, I have not had another experience with a man. I got married shortly after that encounter and have been married for over 23 years now. While it has been a good marriage, there has always been something missing. Once again, the fantasies have started. Some nights, without concious thought, I will suddenly get an image of a naked man, with no name, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me deeply, passionately. I feel the heat rising in me but it is just a fantasy. I know, deep in my heart, that an encounter is waiting for me if only I have the ability to recognize it when it comes.