I was a slow starter, but once I got it, there was no stopping me. I had fantasized about men my entire life. Like many men I put those fantasies, those feelings away for many, many years. It is unfortunate, so many experiences missed and delayed. I get it now. I do, and I enjoy it. No, I love it. I understand the attraction, how two men fit together. I am not say I haven’t enjoyed my entanglements with the feminine, but I get the pure joy of being with a man. It can be exquisite. The touch, the taste, the smell, the sound… When I turned 42, it felt like my life was over. I had been married for fifteen years and the passion was long gone. I had relegated myself to masturbating and phone sex lines. Thank the gods for the internet! I found an abundance of dirty things to look at. I found myself fully drawn to gay porn; cock sucking, ass fucking, naked men cumming porn. I actually did not even look at hetero porn unless there was a dominatrix involved. It took a year or so but I knew eventually it would be more than my toe that would be in the water…I immersed myself in man sex and overtime I have gotten pretty good. You can ask Ken. I met him on the internet via a hook up ad I had placed: “Bi, married man with a little experience and looking for more. I am oral and I am a confirmed bottom, but have been penetrated only a few times, so I am tight and willing. I am looking for a man near my age who will take control of the situation, if you know what I mean. A bi man would be fine, but I prefer gay because gay men are all in and some bi men can be tepid. In other words, I love to kiss…” He responded with a nice note and a picture, nude. He was a little older than me and quite handsome. He was smaller than me at 5’7” and 150 lbs. He was toned and his chest was hairy and his cock, while flaccid in the picture, promised a wonderful time. I was intrigued and we arranged a time to meet at his home. I spent that afternoon in anticipation of the evening and my cock must have been engorged for hours… I pulled up and parked in front of his house. I was still fairly inexperienced and my heart was pounding through my shirt. I sat there for a moment and visualized what was about to happen. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my car door, walked up the steps and knocked on the door. After a moment, the man from the picture (fully clothed, for now) opened the door. A grin on his face, he stepped back as if to look me over. He apparently liked what he saw as he stepped aside and waived me into his home with a half nod of his head. He closed the door behind me, stepped close and wrapped his arms around me. A full, welcoming embrace. He led me to his couch and we sat down and made small talk. He asked me about my story, how I found my way to where I was right then. Soon his hand was on my knee and I imitated his move. He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his warm hand inside, rubbing my chest. I found his inner thigh and rubbed it, bumping his cock but not fully stroking it. He leaned over to me and kissed my mouth. I could have exploded at that very moment; as his tongue explored my mouth, I was his. The sensations were unreal. His lips were soft; his breath tasted like mint, his whiskers rubbed against mine, and his tongue was supple. He was a sensual kisser. So many men tongue fuck your mouth with a turgid tongue and no finesse. I like that, but this was the first time a man had kissed me this way. Enticing. I hesitate to say it but he kissed like a woman. I leaned back and he engulfed me. His hands roamed my body and his kiss never let up. Our tongues danced in passion and I wanted to give myself to him right then and there. He pulled my shirt off and began to use his talented mouth on my nipples. Sucking, licking, lightly biting them. I was lost in the passion, when he stopped and took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me close and kissed me again. His hands fumbled with my belt, but he quickly mastered it and then the top button of my Levi’s, and the second and so on. Gravity took its toll and they dropped to the ground. I was not wearing underwear, so I stood there completely exposed. I took a half step back and slipped off my loafers and stepped out of my jeans, naked. My penis was pointing to the ceiling and my body quivered as he looked me over in my most vulnerable state. He stepped to me and again wrapped his arms around me, his breath on my neck as he let his hands drop to cup my ass cheeks. My naked cock pushed against his pants and he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. His cock was pushing through the cloth of his khakis and my mouth wanted, needed it. I looked up at him as I undid his pants and exposed his erection. It was long and thick and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. I gingerly licked the head to taste it and his body visibly quivered. I felt his testicles the skin was thick and they were pulled up tight to his body. I bent lower and licked the area between his ass and testicles, lingering there for a moment and in one deft movement took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I could not take it all he was too big and I still had not lost my gag reflex. I heard him make a noise, low and primal. I looked up at him while I sucked him and moved my mouth up and down from head to shaft. His hands reached out to the back of my head and he gently thrust his cock into my throat. I gagged and he stopped, taking my arms and standing me up again. He kissed me passionately and our cocks inadvertently rubbed against the other. I slid my hands under his shirt and raised it up and off. He had been barefoot and now slid the rest of the way out of his pants. We embraced, like lovers, naked and wanting. He grabbed my cock and stroked it with his own. I have always loved that visual and feeling. His cock was longer by at least two inches; mine was thicker, but not by much. His hands roamed my body, as if it were his own…my face, chest, nipples, belly, ass, cock…all his. He took my hand and said, “Let’s go have some fun…” and led be down a long hallway to an open door, which was his bedroom. I watched him go in front of me; he was so sexy. His body was lean and his ass was beautifully round. His shoulders were slender but strong and as his body turned sideways the site of his cock made me weak. His bed was a king, big and fluffy with four posts that I imagined would be wonderful to be tied to spread eagle. He went to the far side and playfully jumped in. I followed and no sooner had I hit the sheets when our legs were entangled, our arms wrapped and our mouths in a passionate kiss. It was deep and long and I was in no hurry to move from this moment. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum and I was worried how long I would be able to last once we were able to break from foreplay. Finally, I moved down his body and began to work his nipples. His chest was hairy and nipples hard. I ran my hands through the hair and tweaked his nipples a bit. He reacted and asked if that is how I liked to play. I paid no attention and moved to his cock. I again took him in my mouth and the taste of his pre-cum was welcome but then there was another taste warm, salty and not viscous like his pre-cum. He had let just a little piss go into my mouth. I looked at him and he smiled as he let just a bit more go. I pulled off him, not upset, but surprised. There was no verbal communication, just eye contact and as I lowered my mouth back to him, he let a solid stream of piss escape. I was not sure how to react; it was so taboo but so exciting. I did not move and instead I let him piss in my mouth and then over my face and chest. I had not expected this at all but I could not pull away. He then guided me back to his mouth and we kissed; the sheets, my face and hair covered in his golden treasure. His demeanor changed. He was still attentive and passionate, but he now knew that he was in control and had a much more submissive man in his bed. He rolled me onto my back and placed himself on top of me, between my legs. He leaned down and kissed me and then knelt upright and let another light stream unto my face and trailed it down my chest and tummy until he was pissing on my cock, balls and asshole. He used the moisture from his pee as lubricant and worked a finger inside of my tight backdoor. He was adept and let his finger linger a moment until he could feel my sphincter relax. He then reached across the bed and into a drawer and brought out a plastic bottle of lube and a black butt plug. “You’re tight...let’s loosen you up before I fuck you…” With that he pushed my knees to my chest to expose my man hole and drizzled the lube over it and then the butt plug. He pushed the smooth plug into me slowly and gently, stopping when he could tell there was discomfort. Finally, the largest part was in and my pussy clamped around the taper and locked it in place. He returned to my upper half and his kiss was more passionate, more controlling. He asked me, really commanded me, to suck his cock. He made me kneel on the floor and he draped his legs over the edge of the bed. I loved the shape and texture of his penis and loved it when he ordered me to suck and lick his balls. I stroked myself but he told me to stop. I obeyed. It was highly erotic and a new experience. He told me to get back on the bed and had me lay on my back in the middle of the wet sheets. He slowly removed the plug and it had done its job as my cunt was dilated and ready for him. He again drizzled lube on my ass and this time on his cock. He held my feet in the air and apart, and with no hands needed, pushed his cock head into me. I felt a pop as the head cleared my sphincter and he held still to let me adjust. Then he slowly pushed into me until I felt his nut sack and pubic hair against my skin. He began a slow rhythmic thrusting motion, almost gently. As he thrust, he took my toes into his mouth and sucked them, another first for me, but also quite unique and enjoyable. I again began to stroke myself but he firmly moved my hands. He then pulled out of my hole and moved his cock to my mouth and told me to suck him. He asked if I liked sucking cock that was just inside me. After a moment he was fucking me again. His cock was big but I was now used to it and just when I thought he was in no hurry to cum, his pace quickened. I was squeezing his cock with my ass and moaning and crying out “fuck me!” He obliged and began thrusting like an animal. He had my hands pinned down above my head and I could not move, so I simply held on and enjoyed the ride. He pulled out again, but this time flailed at his cock and began to squirt his load over me. The first ejaculation hit my chin the second and third were aimed at my cock. He was spent but still active. He reached up and with a finger cleaned my chin and put it in my mouth. I sucked it as though it were a magical elixir. He then began to stroke me using his cum as lubricant. His naked body kneeling between my legs, my cunt in spasm from the intense fucking and the thought of his cum used as jack off lube was too much and I very quickly shot a load over my chest. He continued to squeeze every drop out of me, until I begged him to stop. He collapsed on top of me, two men, two lovers, lying together in a pool of piss and cum.
