And so, after many weeks of email and the exchange of a few pictures I felt could take you at your word when you invited me over “just to talk,” “no pressure,” “as much or as little as you want – leave whenever, no hard feelings.”īut now, knowing you and knowing how hard it was for me to get to this point, I knew as my hand made contact with the door, I wouldn’t be backing out. I appreciated your supportive and patient tone and was constantly relieved by how you intuitively filled-in some of what I was to shy to say. Within a few lines of text it was pretty clear that you were experienced enough to be confident, but not so experienced as to be scary. You weren’t the first to which I responded, but you were the first that I didn’t almost immediately regret emailing. As I raise my hand to knock I think briefly of how we met after I finally broke down and stopped just reading the male to male section of the online personals and started writing responses. Palms sweating, mind racing, body aching. Just this once.Īnd so I stand outside your door.
Drawn by a craving as primal as it is powerful. A 35 year-old married man with wife, family, public job … Too much on the line to risk. It thuds against my chest so powerfully it feels as though it could almost break loose. I suck that dick, massage his balls and let him use my mouth as a pleasure tunnel. I think about the way it would feel parting my lips and filling my mouth. I have been fantasizing about sucking a fat cock my entire life.