Hello! If you’re reading this, then you like me, had thoughts of same sex relationships. It’s a strange moment the first time you think on it—why or how you became aroused by the thought of pleasing a member of the same sex!
But nevertheless, here you are wanting to know more, wanting to discover if the experience is worth the risk.
Whether you’re a straight man in public, or have a family – taking the step into the world is daunting, and whatever the intention can create feelings of shame and guilt. But here is the recollection of my first step in to the world of same sex fun! I hope you enjoy in whatever way you enjoy things.
To describe me, I’m six foot three, light brown hair, pale blue eyes, have played sport twelve months a year throughout my life, and at the time of this story I’m thirty one and in a long term heterosexual relationship. I love my partner and was planning on proposing that year.
In the background…. I had been enjoying gay porn for nearly eight years, had used multiple apps to talk to men and used the very same Lush Stories to fuel my desire to have sex with a man! This part of my life felt separate to what was going on in my day-to-day, I kept it hidden and feared my biggest secret would be discovered.
Within the murky world of apps and “Hey, you free now?” chats, I did meet someone different.
He (we’ll call him Rick – changed to hide his identity) was an older gentleman in his sixties. We spoke of small things and common interests. He was also married in a sexless relationship but understood what I was going through! He listened, gave advice and, most importantly, made me unload ropes of thick cum more than anyone I had spoken to.
Within weeks, we’d swapped numbers and embarked on a relationship that would last years (we are still in touch and speak almost weekly).
After much sexting and flirting, role-playing fantasies and mutual unloading, Rick was keen to take things in to the real world! Having guilt and shame after every chat, I always found an excuse to rebuff or change plans at the last minute to avoid a face-to-face meeting (it just so happened that Rick had a holiday cottage in the town quite near my office) . It became an escape for me and unfortunately, it was unfair on Rick to have to be my gay outlet with very little compromise on my side…
Until.
It was a Monday, and I was driving to work for a meeting, in which I planned to leave straight for home afterwards! I had spoken with Rick the night before and again used his skills of language and imagery to fulfil my gay need to cum! He had again pushed for a face-to-face meeting (always stating there was no pressure on me to perform any acts that I felt uncomfortable with), saying that he would be in his holiday cottage as he was expecting a painter to do a quote for him.
As I drove, “Bing!”, my phone vibrated in the dash
Rick: “The painter just cancelled, all this way for nothing, hope your day is better! X”
I looked at the message as I pulled in to the car park… I looked at it for a long time before I wrote back. “I’m just in the office for a meeting, I might have time to come by after? Around 11?”
I read my message three times before I finally hit send and immediately saw the “… ” of a reply.
“Don’t tease me?! Are you sure?”
“Send me the address and I’ll message when I’m on my way.”
I then went to work, nerves in my stomach all morning, unable to look at my phone, unable to focus on my meeting, thinking, “What am I doing?, I have girlfriend!” “Why can’t I try it?” “You only live once!” “God I wanna feel his cock!” “You’re not gay!” and so on. Needless to say, I was useless in my meeting and made every excuse to leave as soon as I could.
Back in the car, I checked my phone to see an address and a message from Rick telling me how excited he was. I wrote, “On my way!”, put the address in my sat nav, and drove the twenty minutes to the dot on the map.
When I arrived, I’d received another message: “Let me know when your outside, I’ll leave the door open for you X.”
I typed, “Here.”
I looked up the row of houses and saw him for the first time. He came out, looked up the street, and walked back into his cottage, leaving the door open.
As if on autopilot, I got out of the car and felt my feet carry me to the door. I walked through the little gate and over the threshold of the house, closing the door behind me. I walked in to a spacious living room with Rick standing to one side of the sofa.
“Hi.”
“Hi!” he greeted back. “Thank you for coming. Let me look at you.”
I walked towards him, he held my face in his hands and smiled, he gently pulled my face to his and kissed me—a small kiss at first, a peck for a better word—which grew and grew to within seconds of a deep and passionate embrace! My tongue, eager to explore him, lashed out and filled his mouth; he reciprocated. His hands pulled me deeper in to a loving kiss, hands grabbing at hips and wrapping behind backs! Tongues were keen to play as I felt this older man take me deeper than any kiss before!
Moans escaped us as the kissing became gentler. Both of us started to smile as we snogged and held each other, both aware of two raging hard ons tenting our jeans.
We moved to the sofa and I sat. Rick went off to the kitchen for drinks; he had always spoken about how he’d wanted to share a drink with me, so he came back with two glasses of champagne and sat down as well. We spoke briefly about my sexuality, how much we’d both enjoyed our chats and how happy we were to be here now.
I sipped my fizz and looked at the older man in front of me… I cannot describe it, but every feeling in me urged me to kiss him! Look at this man! I wanted him! I wanted his tongue!
I placed my drink down on the glass coffee table, took his and placed it next to it, and pulled him in, wanting to kiss him deep again, tongue and mouth out of control, loving his taste and his strong tongue… I was openly moaning now and grabbing my throbbing cock through my jeans, the hardness was almost new to me.
I leaned back on the sofa as he pulled up my top, biting and sucking my nipples as I moaned, my hand on his head, letting him take me, pulling him up again to taste him! Wanting to feel him!
Inhibitions leaving me, I pushed him back and straddled him, kissing him, filling his mouth! Kissing his neck. Feeling his hands grab my ass as I dry-humped him from my new position! Desperate for my cock to feel closer to him!
The kissing calmed again and I sat back down next to him, my now-engorged cock barely being held back by my jeans. I asked if I could take it out.
A quick nod, and I undid my buttons and let my precum-dripping cock spring from my boxers (seven to eight inches uncut, my thickness probably the most commented aspect). Rick grabbed it in his hand and squeezed. Thick droplets of precum oozed out of my tip; he gathered them up with his index finger and made me suck it clean! I was in awe of him! He leant closer and looked at me for permission before taking my throbbing weapon in his mouth. I shook my head. I wasn’t ready! I wanted it! So bad but couldn’t do it! Guilt and worry filled my head and I couldn’t allow him to suck my meaty dick!
He understood and with lust in his eyes, he leaned over my bouncing cock and kissed me instead.
“Perhaps we should go upstairs?”
I followed him by the hand, and he took me up the floors of his home. He pointed out some nice views—the bathroom, his books—all interrupted by deep kisses, wandering hands, and more kissing, but eventually, we reached the bedroom.
Rick proceeded to take off his clothes, and gestured for me to do the same. I did, remaining in a T-shirt – we got on the bed, the kissing was immediately frantic. Our hands instantly went to hard cocks and stroking. I should describe what holding another cock feels like, but in all honesty, the kissing took all my attention! I couldn’t say for sure even if I took a moment to admire his older, thinner cock. But I was in bliss! Kissing him on the bed, feeling him climb on top, kissing deep, our cocks rubbing together, he changed the angle so that his long cock lined up with my ass. As we kissed, I felt that muscle hit my hole time after time.
It all became too much. My cock was swelling. I was now stroking uncontrollably, moaning for him, bucking my hips, kissing him!
“I’m going to cum, daddy!” And I shot. Rope after rope of thick cum hit my stomach; I couldn’t stop! Four, five, six, ropes covered me.
And then I felt him lean close as his cock added to the mess now pooling on me!
We breathed deeply. Rick passed me some wipes and I cleaned myself up. We talked briefly, but the guilt was setting in, the shame and worry entered my thoughts, and I made a polite but quick exit.
At home, I showered, and looked down at where Rick had cum over me. Again, I felt dread and worry. Not until the next day that recollecting the whole experience and again making me hornier than ever did I realise how much I enjoyed it!
Rick and I are still in touch. I’m now married, and we’ve not met since our first encounter, but I think we all can agree… The guy at least deserves a blow job!
Hope you enjoyed!
