In my living room, midday sun slicing through half-drawn blinds. Heart hammers. Years back, first gay urges hit hard. Wondered what a real cock feels like sliding down my throat. Or pounding my ass. Wife’s fingers? Toys? Nothing compares to a man attached.
Single then, apps lit the fuse. First hookup: meh. Nerves killed it. He was sweet, but spark fizzled.
The Fever Builds
Lately, fire reignites. Three meets, heat climbing. First: Young guy, 35, skinny. My place. Porn flickers. Pants drop. We stroke side by side. His dick steel-hard, mine limp with jitters. I jerk him slow. He begs stop, too close. Kneel. Lick balls, shaft, up to head. He erupts on my tongue before I swallow. Awkward exit. Done.
Second: His pad. Gay porn. Huge cock dwarfs mine. Couch naked. Mutual strokes. I’m soft, he’s raging. Suck him deep as possible. Tongue swirls gland, laps vein. Can’t deepthroat fully. He blasts first rope in mouth. I pull off, milk the rest. Progress.
Now, third. Urges sharpen. Want cock in holes. Anal bliss? Toys prove it—beads popping in, out. Vibe plus jerk-off? Ass clenches amplify cum. Crave load flooding mouth, gulp it down.
Perfect match: Older guy seeks sucker. Photos swap. He wants comfy seat, deep suck, cum show, swallow. My couch, noon.
Door clicks. Fifties, gray hair, slight gut. Eyes lock. Doesn’t matter. Pants hide prize. He’s tense. ‘Still up?’ ‘Sit,’ I grin, voice husky.
He drops trou, boxer too. Sits. I kneel. Cock hard already. Smaller than last—perfect. Fits whole.
The Blaze Explodes
Hand cups balls, knead soft. Stroke shaft lazy. Desire simmers. Lean in. Tongue laps sack, circles, under. Up slow, press flat on vein. Hit frenulum—mine’s hotspot. Saliva slicks. Swirl head. Lips seal, sink down. Full. His moan vibrates air. Heart thuds wild.
Bob steady. Tongue twists. One hand pumps base, other rolls nuts. Pop off. Lick length, balls again. Repeat. Deeper each plunge. Throat techniques from vids—gag fights, but nearly all in. Sweat beads his skin. Mine burns.
Time melts. Serve him. Groans fuel me. Accelerate. Suck-slide fast. Hand flies. Balls tighten.
Blast one: Hits palate, thick, warm as spit. Rope two, three. Floods. Hold it. Slow bob, no tongue on tip—too raw. Softens. Pull off careful. No spill. Eyes up. Mouth opens wide. Show his cream. Tilt. Gulp. Neutral taste, slick slide. Surprise—not gluey, not scalding.
Suck clean. Limp cock gleams. He zips, praises. ‘Incredible for newbie.’ Mental reps paid off.
‘Again when urges hit.’ Door shuts. Skin tingles. Pulse echoes. Mail later: More rave, awaits next fire. Mine flares instant. Plan more—his cock hardens in mouth, then breeds my ass. Can’t wait.