Wait, is this going to be a "date" date? We recognize each other on the airport concourse instantly, despite having not seen each other since high school, and having not been more than acquaintances even then. Despite the imminent closure of both our departure gates, we linger a minute in catching up, quickly establishing that we are both married with no kids, work in the same industry, and live just a few miles apart. It...

It’s the night of our meetup, about which you said “It’s a date” when we planned it. Since you are a man, I don't think my soon-to-be ex-wife suspects the “date” aspect of our meeting when I leave the house. I'm unsure about that aspect myself, but I primp myself once in the car anyway, buzzing five o'clock off my face with an electric razor and applying some cologne too. I do want to be fully date-ready for you, in the h...

You and I are on what I wasn’t initially sure would even be a date. But as I awkwardly shifted the conversation to sex, we progressed from finding numerous connections between our lives to actually flirting a bit. So maybe it is a date. And after I spilled all my sex and marriage problems, you've just offered that you have some sharing of your own to do. “On the same topic," you begin, "things haven’t been very good for A...

We have just left a pub after the liveliest, steamiest, flirtiest date either of us has ever been on. Especially given that neither of us has been on a date with a man before. Both of us have spilled the sad shortcomings of our married sex lives, which in my case is coming to an end anyway. The discussion seems to have brought us closer, however, and triggered more and more overt flirtation. As we left the bar, we finally...

Mike, neither of us was initially sure our dinner tonight was even a date, but we both had an electrifying time. We have gotten to know each other, and more importantly, gotten to like each other. We have flirted, talked about our sex lives and managed some even dirtier talk on the drive home. So dirty, we need to wash each other's mouths out. With cum. Arriving at your house, we dash in from your garage and up to your be...

My shrinking semen stick slips the snugness of your sphincter. Still on top of me, you shift your weight so your renewed rod is ready to ream my rectum. I swear, that pink poker pumped a pint of product into my peckish piehole not ten minutes ago, but you are again replenished and rigid. You have just pointed out that when two men fuck, the positions are reversible. Of course, if we were literally reversing things, I’d be...

Both fully cleansed, we step out of the shower. During our hot, flirty, is-it-or-isn’t-it-a date earlier this evening, we finally agreed it is a date. After the exotic thrill of kissing in the car, we quickly got to your house for more erotic thrills. Since you haven’t cum in anyone’s mouth in twenty years, I have done the honors of fulfilling that longtime fantasy for you. Next, we took turns fucking each other in bed. A...