I had been chatting online with Darren, a married bisexual guy, for several weeks. I found his “Lush” profile while looking for bisexual stories, enjoyed a story or two of his, and found myself attracted to him instantly.
Our communication began with me commenting on a story and complimenting him on his writing. This continued with exchanging increasingly provocative messages, eventually discussing fantasy and true-life experiences. He has a sexy body and a sexy mind. I could feel an insatiable craving building inside me. I wanted my mouth on his sex and a hot load of his cum dripping from my cock and balls.
Unfortunately, the world as we all know is a busy place and most of us are busy people. We had both expressed a desire to meet but coordinating schedules is always challenging. Not giving up we continued to be in touch, a few times a week, keeping the feeling alive that one day when the stars aligned, we would meet.
Then, quite out of nowhere, it happened. I discovered I would have the house to myself for the evening. To my surprise and great delight Darren was also free. He lives a very manageable twenty-five minutes away. So, on short notice, we planned for him to come over around 7 PM for some guy-on-guy fun.
We had finalized our plans at about 3 PM leaving me with four agonizing hours to kill. I spent the two hours pondering our previous discussions of fantasies we wanted to live out and realities we had experienced. He had expressed in very sexy prose his desire to swallow both my swollen cock and my hot cum. I was equally poetic about how much I enjoy oral sex both giving and receiving and that I lose control watching and feeling hot ropes of man cream jettisoned onto my skin, especially my cock and balls. Too we had discussed the sexy aspects of male, male, and female bisexual fun. In my experience, there are few things hotter than being balls deep in a man’s wife while she and I worship him with our mouths. It seemed Darren and his wife may be into that, but we wanted to meet as “just the guys first.” I replayed our conversations in my head. Scrolled through the photos we had shared.
My inner voice kept impatiently repeating “is it 7 o’clock yet”?
I was on the sofa having just mixed my second gin and tonic of the evening. Waiting, dressed in khaki shorts and one of my favourite t-shirts. An outfit that was both comfortable and casual. As well I thought or more correctly hoped it accentuated my reasonably well-developed chest and biceps. The television was on in the background as an ineffective distraction playing “Fight Club” a movie I had seen too many times already. Having just taken a mouthful of cocktail I was savouring the taste and admiring my bartending skills when the doorbell rang at precisely 7 PM.
My seven inches of pink steel had been hard for quite a while anticipating Darren’s arrival. It was no surprise to be oozing precum and my rock-hard pecker was testing the durability of the cotton seams on my shorts. If it was possible my aching hammer felt like it grew even harder as I moved toward the door. A mixture of feelings, both excitement and anxiety, were racing through my mind. Hoping the reality of what we both had been imagining for weeks would not disappoint either of us.
As my front door hinged open, we stood face to face for the first time. He was every bit as sexy as the photos we had exchanged. A toned, athletic five foot nine inches tall, filling his t-shirt out nicely. Light brown hair, side-parted with a quiff, framed his blue eyes nicely. A handsome face with lips curled in a nervous smile. Scanning him head to toe it was impossible not to see the rigid outline of his cock. It was obvious he was as excited to be here as I was to host him. A warm tingle pulsed through my own throbbing groin. As if reading my thoughts his eyes scanned me stopping at my crotch where a small wet spot had formed from my anticipation of the action I hoped was soon to come.
Gesturing for him to step inside I said, “Welcome Darren, glad we could finally make this happen.”
“Yes, me too,” he replied with a grin. “Glad to be here. I see you are as excited as I am!”
I welcomed him with a hug. Firmly pulling our bodies together. Our engorged shafts covered with thin layers of cotton fabric collided and I quietly drew in a breath with a lusty hiss.
The pounding in my chest felt almost audible as we broke our embrace. Stepping back slightly I allowed my fingertips to slide over his bulging rocket giving him a firm squeeze. He responded with a soft moan and reached out for my cock as well and gently rubbed me in return. Turning and still holding him by his meaty shaft I pulled him toward the living room sofa. In the evening air was an urgency to feel warm flesh and take this from the realms of the imaginary to a physical reality. We did not have a lot of time so there was not a moment to waste.
I had quickly dropped to my knees and then looked up at him seeking a signal to continue. The look of desire I saw in his eyes and the gentle caress of his hand on my head told me he was ready for this to progress. With the lightest touch, my hands slid up the back of his muscular sparsely haired legs. Sought out his firm ass and caressed it pulling him toward my face. His breathing changed, becoming deep and deliberate. Now only a few centimetres and his clothing separated my lips from him. Butterflies fluttered excitedly and nervously in my stomach. I was soon to feel and taste the target of my cravings.
Withdrawing my hands, I dexterously slid them to the front unbuckling his belt. Peeking up seeing his eyes filled with hunger, fixed on my face, and monitoring my every move. Desperate not to seem too eager and failing I opened his shorts and quickly let them fall to the floor. His delicious man meat pushed against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. I pressed my lips to the engorged head causing him to release a sigh of pleasure. Feeling encouraged I opened my mouth and gently dragged my teeth over the ridge where the head meets the shaft, nibbling through the cotton blend. My teeth and tongue teased him. My hands firmly gripped his ass and pinned his glans to my lips. Both of us moaned with increased frequency and volume as I worshipped him from my knees.
I should have lingered, should have teased more but could not wait any longer. Grasping the waistband, I frantically lowered the remaining barrier between his skin and my lips. I had seen photos of course but two-dimensional images paled in comparison to the magnificence of real, hot, hard flesh and blood!
Finally, his beautiful cock sprung free! Remarkably similar to my own in length, but thinner with a perfectly tapered mushroom head that had become slippery with his excitement. I was impressed immediately with his grooming. From his flat abdomen to the base of his rod was a neatly trimmed treasure trail that culminated in a tidy sexy patch at the base of his cock. His lovely sack was completely shaved, so smooth and soft to the touch. The fragrance of soap from his obvious recent shower mixed with the slight musk of precum filled my nostrils. It was nothing short of intoxicating. Without conscious intention, with a mind of its own, the tip of my tongue began to encircle my new friend’s soft velvety head. The sensations on my tongue brought me out of the trance I had momentarily slipped into. Wanting more I broadly flattened my tongue against the underside of Darren’s head licking lasciviously upward to savour every drop of the juice he was emitting.
Looking up I said, “Darren, you are perfectly delicious!”
I did not wait for his reply but spun him ninety degrees and lightly pushed his abdomen backward encouraging him to sit. My hands slipped under his knees, gently spread his legs, and pulled him to the sofa’s edge for better access to his glorious pink parts. As I teased my fingertips along his shaft, my tongue licked from his balls to the perfectly shaped tip. I worked the sides of his rigid shaft loving the feeling of his incredibly hot skin on my lips and tongue. His beautiful head glistened and dripped clear sweet precum. I could not wait to add my saliva to it.
Hungrily I popped his nectar-coated dome into my mouth, removed my teasing fingertips and used only my mouth on his cock while I cupped his perfectly smooth and wonderfully shaped hanging nut sack. His moans became louder, longer, and more guttural as I worshiped his slippery manhood. My lips created suction my tongue licking and swirling over his throbbing cock. Teasing his full balls with my fingertips gently tugging at them, then caressing. Doing my best to worship him properly, thoroughly. Slowly bobbing down deeply, then tightening my lips and quickly retreating to the tip. Dragging my tongue along the bulging vein on the underside. Slurping his sack into my eager mouth. Swallowing the shaft again. Repeating these steps rhythmically. Feeling the power one gets from knowing you are providing pleasure, knowing you are responsible for your partner’s loss of control over their own body.
His breathing quickened and he placed a hand on the back of my head. I sensed his release was approaching. His shallowed ragged breathing and the tension in his balls told me all I needed to know. I wanted his cum, craved it, but not in my mouth. That steaming hot cream was destined to splash on my skin. Darren pushed deep into my mouth one more time and I held him there for a moment, pushed my tongue out to lick his balls, then slid him off my lips.
My left hand pumped him firmly and with intention, my right hand stripped me of my khaki shorts and briefs. My own phallus now free of clothing was oozing precum.
Naked from the waist down I look up at him and ask, “Do you want to see your cum dripping from my cock?”
He smiled, groaned, and nodded his approval.
I slid my left hand up his abdomen caressing his chest as my mouth was sliding up one side of his shaft and then the other. Feverishly my mouth devoured his lovely veined cock. It was wet, shiny, and fully lubricated with my saliva. His still-full, heavy nuts rested in the palm of my hand.
I smiled up at him and remarked, “It would be hotter yet if your wife and I were sharing this cock!”
His eyes widened and became wild with lust at the suggestion of his wife’s lips and mine in tandem. I knew he loved the idea and so did I!
Darren’s need had now passed the point of no return. His hips pushed involuntarily and thrust him deep into my throat one last time. The combination of my mouth’s intense work and thoughts of adding his wife’s mouth had put him over the edge. He pulled back stroking himself vigorously. I stood bringing my cock to his. One long moan began, becoming louder and louder. With another few pumps, Darren erupted with beautiful streams of my hot creamy reward.
I gasped as the first globs of sizzling white balm contacted my skin. It felt so hot, incredibly sexy, as drop after scalding drop landed on my shaft. My cock ached, throbbed, and twitched. It was a mind-blowing sight to look down and see myself dripping with his cum and my oozing precum. I reached down, mixed our man juices together on my pulsing head and brought two sticky fingers to my lips to taste us.
“Mmm.” I said more moaning than speaking, “We taste amazing together!”
Darren reached out and pulled my fingers into his warm wet mouth taking a turn tasting us.
“Yes, we do!” he said as he dropped to his knees.
