After all these years, should I call him?
It had been years since I had seen him, but that encounter was all I ever seemed to think about. My first and only male to male, man on man, gay experience. Truth be told, it was a weekend and there were mulitple encounters with him, over and over. I didn't think I was gay, maybe just curious, but I was all in that weekend. He was an asian man, smaller than me, with an almost feminine body and build. Brown, tan, smooth skin, and a lean, fit, slim body. He was soft spoken, even shy. Yet, he knew what he wanted in the bedroom.
It was a work weekend. It was in his hotel room. A distant city for both of us. A casual introduction and some casual glances. I feel like he knew I was into it, before I did. A few drinks and somehow I ended up in his room. I remember the look in eyes. A slow burning lust and desire. I was so horny, I was actually hoping this would happen. He stood close, facing me. He touched my arm. He was looking down at the floor, and I could tell he was breathing heavy. I realized I was breathing heavy, also. His finger tips slowly grazed up and down my arm. The room seemed silent, only the sounds of breathing and probably my heart pounding. When he spoke, it surprised me. "Would you like to stay the night?" I didn't respond, I couldn't. If it happened, being with him, I imagined it would just happen and not be discussed. To talk about having gay sex, to proclaim a desire for it, even though I wanted it, seemed impossible to me. I would of rather he just kissed me!
Standing in silence, his finger tips caressing my forearm, he moved closer. His other hand on me now, both holding my arms. He looked at me and stroked my arms, then slid his hands down to my cock. Watching me and judging my reaction. I shuttered and sharpely exhaled, leaving no doubt as to his affect on me. Lust took over, it took over me, took over is both. We undressed each other and I remember how my eyes sought out his cock. Brown, semi hard and swinging with his every move. My first time alone with another nude man and it was pure sexual desire. Our bodies pressed together, our cocks touching. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders a d I ran mine over his firm, full ass. We moved to the bed, breathing heavy, lusty. His mouth instinctively moved to my cock. I was so hard and throbbing. He kissed it, then licked up and down it. His hands explored my chest and rubbed my nipples. Oh, it felt so good. I wanted to, I needed to, explore him also. I rolled him to his back. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth to his and kiseed him. It just seemed so natural.
I kiseed his neck, then down his chest. I licked his nipples, having just discovered how amazing that felt. I paused at his cock. Fuck, it looked so good. I felt so sexually drawn to it. My mouth so very much wanted it. I thought I would be nervous at this moment, but instead it was pure lust. As natural as anything, I took his hard dick between my lips and sucked him. He felt wonderful, filling my mouth with his warm, pulsing girth. I Iicked his tight, brown sack. Again, I just felt so drawn, such desire. I rolled him onto his stomach and filled my hands with his brown ass cheeks. Squeezing them, kneading them, I exposed his asshole. Magnetic, overcome, I dove my face into him. I licked his delicate, sexy, folds. His perfect, tight, little brown asshole... I loved it.
Clawing my way up his body, my cock slid up and down his crack. My tip, wet with saliva and pre cum, pressed against his opening. He squirmed, he grinded his hips against me. I gripped his arms. I squeezed them. I was going to fuck him. His moans told me he craved it, that he needed it, too. Grinding, my shaft against his hole. Breathing, my breath against his ear. Again, he squirmed, this time out from under me and took my cock down his throat. I could feel his face in my pubic hair. I grapped his hair and fucked his mouth as he moaned before he flipped back onto the bed and gripped my wet cock. His legs back, he guided my cock's head to his sexy, little brown opening. I pushed into him, warm and tight. His head back, his mouth open. It was instinct, it was a****l, I fucked him hard, as hard as I could, as deep as I could. I had to cum. I so needed to cum. I had to cum deep inside him. My breathing, my grunts, he knew I was close. He stroked himself and when I saw his white, thick ropes of cum shoot out and onto his stomach, I came too. Deep in him, hard, I came and fucked it into him.
Later that night, I tasted his cum. I let him cum in my mouth. I wanted him too and even swallowed some. Somehow, I coud feel it sliding down my throat, I felt such a connection. We kissed, we sucked, tongued and pleasured each other until late. Finally, we fell asleep, nude, next to each other.
In the morning, he woke me up with the most loving, most tender and passionate blow job I had ever received. I wanted to give him my cum. This was different. This was not me wanting to cum, but me wanting to give it because I knew he wanted it. I fucked his tight, little ass in the shower and he came against the glass, so sexy. I had to go, we both had places to be. Before I left, he asked if he would see me tonight. I cupped his brown, firm balls, kissed him on the lips and said "Yes."
All day, I felt so different. I wondered if I could ever be the same, yet I had no doubt I wanted more. I could not wait for more! That night was maybe even better than the night before. Such passion, such lust. I remember him on his knees, mouth open and waiting for my cum as I stroked myself. He wanted it so badly and by the end of the night I understood his cravings. The power, the urge. I found myself in his very same place. On my knees, mouth open.
I thought about it all, so many years ago. There is a drawer in my house, I had junk, a junk drawer. Stuff I had kept, but had no better place to put. I wonder if his phone number is in there.
It was a work weekend. It was in his hotel room. A distant city for both of us. A casual introduction and some casual glances. I feel like he knew I was into it, before I did. A few drinks and somehow I ended up in his room. I remember the look in eyes. A slow burning lust and desire. I was so horny, I was actually hoping this would happen. He stood close, facing me. He touched my arm. He was looking down at the floor, and I could tell he was breathing heavy. I realized I was breathing heavy, also. His finger tips slowly grazed up and down my arm. The room seemed silent, only the sounds of breathing and probably my heart pounding. When he spoke, it surprised me. "Would you like to stay the night?" I didn't respond, I couldn't. If it happened, being with him, I imagined it would just happen and not be discussed. To talk about having gay sex, to proclaim a desire for it, even though I wanted it, seemed impossible to me. I would of rather he just kissed me!
Standing in silence, his finger tips caressing my forearm, he moved closer. His other hand on me now, both holding my arms. He looked at me and stroked my arms, then slid his hands down to my cock. Watching me and judging my reaction. I shuttered and sharpely exhaled, leaving no doubt as to his affect on me. Lust took over, it took over me, took over is both. We undressed each other and I remember how my eyes sought out his cock. Brown, semi hard and swinging with his every move. My first time alone with another nude man and it was pure sexual desire. Our bodies pressed together, our cocks touching. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders a d I ran mine over his firm, full ass. We moved to the bed, breathing heavy, lusty. His mouth instinctively moved to my cock. I was so hard and throbbing. He kissed it, then licked up and down it. His hands explored my chest and rubbed my nipples. Oh, it felt so good. I wanted to, I needed to, explore him also. I rolled him to his back. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth to his and kiseed him. It just seemed so natural.
I kiseed his neck, then down his chest. I licked his nipples, having just discovered how amazing that felt. I paused at his cock. Fuck, it looked so good. I felt so sexually drawn to it. My mouth so very much wanted it. I thought I would be nervous at this moment, but instead it was pure lust. As natural as anything, I took his hard dick between my lips and sucked him. He felt wonderful, filling my mouth with his warm, pulsing girth. I Iicked his tight, brown sack. Again, I just felt so drawn, such desire. I rolled him onto his stomach and filled my hands with his brown ass cheeks. Squeezing them, kneading them, I exposed his asshole. Magnetic, overcome, I dove my face into him. I licked his delicate, sexy, folds. His perfect, tight, little brown asshole... I loved it.
Clawing my way up his body, my cock slid up and down his crack. My tip, wet with saliva and pre cum, pressed against his opening. He squirmed, he grinded his hips against me. I gripped his arms. I squeezed them. I was going to fuck him. His moans told me he craved it, that he needed it, too. Grinding, my shaft against his hole. Breathing, my breath against his ear. Again, he squirmed, this time out from under me and took my cock down his throat. I could feel his face in my pubic hair. I grapped his hair and fucked his mouth as he moaned before he flipped back onto the bed and gripped my wet cock. His legs back, he guided my cock's head to his sexy, little brown opening. I pushed into him, warm and tight. His head back, his mouth open. It was instinct, it was a****l, I fucked him hard, as hard as I could, as deep as I could. I had to cum. I so needed to cum. I had to cum deep inside him. My breathing, my grunts, he knew I was close. He stroked himself and when I saw his white, thick ropes of cum shoot out and onto his stomach, I came too. Deep in him, hard, I came and fucked it into him.
Later that night, I tasted his cum. I let him cum in my mouth. I wanted him too and even swallowed some. Somehow, I coud feel it sliding down my throat, I felt such a connection. We kissed, we sucked, tongued and pleasured each other until late. Finally, we fell asleep, nude, next to each other.
In the morning, he woke me up with the most loving, most tender and passionate blow job I had ever received. I wanted to give him my cum. This was different. This was not me wanting to cum, but me wanting to give it because I knew he wanted it. I fucked his tight, little ass in the shower and he came against the glass, so sexy. I had to go, we both had places to be. Before I left, he asked if he would see me tonight. I cupped his brown, firm balls, kissed him on the lips and said "Yes."
All day, I felt so different. I wondered if I could ever be the same, yet I had no doubt I wanted more. I could not wait for more! That night was maybe even better than the night before. Such passion, such lust. I remember him on his knees, mouth open and waiting for my cum as I stroked myself. He wanted it so badly and by the end of the night I understood his cravings. The power, the urge. I found myself in his very same place. On my knees, mouth open.
I thought about it all, so many years ago. There is a drawer in my house, I had junk, a junk drawer. Stuff I had kept, but had no better place to put. I wonder if his phone number is in there.
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