The following is a true story that took place about fourteen years ago while I was not in any serious relationships. I had just recently divorced my second wife and I was lonely and perpetually horny. My second marriage was very short (six months) and Mark and I had met before when I was in a similar place after my first wife left.
Mark and I first met on a local personals Usenet Newsgroup. We were both bi-curious at the time and we were both between relationships. Our first meeting was at a Starbucks and after a quick coffee and conversation, we went to a room in a local W.M.C.A. that he had rented just for our meeting. It was close to where we both worked so I was on my way to work and he took a long lunch. The second meeting was at his apartment. Still being cautious at the time I parked a few blocks away and walked to his apartment building so that he could not see what type of car I drove.
I am writing about our third of four encounters because it is that one I reminisce about most often and, therefore will be the easiest to put into words right now.
On a whim, I sent Mark an email to see if he was in a place in his life where he would like to meet again. He told me he was not in anything serious, although he had a friend with benefits thing going with some chick. Apparently, she would not mind as long as he used protection. He was receptive to the idea of us meeting again so we made arrangements. I invited him to my house since he had done the same for me the last time.
The meeting day had finally arrived, so about thirty minutes before Mark was to arrive I jumped into the shower and then quickly groomed myself. I had planned on meeting Mark at the door of my condo in my robe so there was no rush to get dressed. It was still only my third time to have sex with a guy so I was just as nervous as I was horny. Now I say have sex because I had many sexual encounters with males when I was in my teens but they were very benign in comparison.
The phone rang with the distinctive sound it makes when someone is down at the front door. I buzzed Mark in and spent the next few minutes pacing close to the door in anticipation. My heart started to race when I heard a light knock on the door. I opened the door and invited Mark in.
Now, I am not exactly attracted to men like I am to women, but Mark is attractive by most standards. He is slightly younger than me and he is in a little better shape. He is a red-head and he had a well-groomed appearance with a tight, clean beard and mustache. His cock is a little smaller than mine (four-and-a-half to five inches long and about five inches around), but for some unknown reason, I seem to like guys smaller cocks.
We shared a quick greeting and some small talk before I led him down the hall to my bedroom.
I sat on the side of the bed and motioned for Mark to stand in front of me. I lifted his shirt, unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down over his hips. I noticed his cock had already started to stiffen.
I remember rubbing his cock little while it was still hidden in his underwear before pulling down the band and setting his cock free.
Mark pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. Here I was holding and looking at his beautiful stiff cock framed by his trimmed red pubes and his balls resting comfortably over the band of his light blue underwear.
I leaned into his crotch and I could not help noticing his musky scent. The only thing I find sexier then the smell of a man's groin is the scent of a woman's pussy.
I fed his cock into my mouth, just an inch or so at first often pulling it out to lick the head and bottom of his shaft. I lifted his cock a few times so I could lick between his balls, up the shaft right to the head of his cock. His cock was as hard as mine was and based on the moans of pleasure I was hearing Mark was enjoying the attention I was giving his cock.
I still hadn't tasted another man's sperm although I had tasted mine, but I did enjoy licking the pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
After a few minutes of licking and sucking, I grabbed his ass cheeks and started pulling his cock deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and took his shaft as deep as it would go eventually with my nose banging up against his pelvic bone. Mark's hips were rocking, he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth and throat.
Mark must have been close to cumming because he put his hands on my shoulders and using just enough force to pull his cock free of my mouth and then he stepped back a little. Then soon after he dropped to his knees between my legs, opened my robe just below the belt and wrapped his mouth around my cock.
It had been a long time since he had last given me a blow job - about a year if I remember correctly. He is a very skilled cock sucker. I had never had a blowjob as good as his at any other time in my life. He knows how to use his tongue and suck at the right times to make the experience very memorable and this time was no exception. I held his head at the sides as he sucked on my cock, I don't know why but it made it seem more intimate.