What I Had Been Missing 1

I was by no means inexperienced, with women and transexuals, but I had never taken a man to my bed. I hadn't really thought about it or fantasised. Then one day I was browsing the personals, and I was drawn to a photograph of a man, from neck down to hips. It headed a post which contained both heterosexual and bisexual scenarios that interested him, a simple man to man experience was not included but it awoke a response from me.

He would visit fellow hedonists, all to the good, sensuality was a must, but of course, I was intrigued. Intrigued by my own response as much as anything. After a couple of days I decided, with no great anticipation of a positive reply, to set out a scenario for a meeting. His style of reply showed education, and outlined his standards for a successful liaison. My own 'tick boxes' were adequately filled, and with very little to and fro the meeting was arranged. Even so my expectations were mixed, I would have welcomed a no show or sex session with the same emotion.

On the day I was showered, prepared for all eventualities with my house tidied and fresh bedding, towels and other necessities and waited for a call. The phone rang with amazing punctuality and the last details of the journey to my home was conveyed. His car was clean, unlike mine, and certainly a level above my somewhat older vehicle. We hadn't exchanged any details other than weight, height and the fact that neither of us smoked or took drugs. He was on Prep which suggested that he had taken part in the kind of bisexual scenarios he had suggested, and I had been on the drug for a while, a good precaution when I found I was attracted to transexuals and it had proved to be a prerequisite for some very entertaining sex sessions.

We were both clean shaven, he was a good three inches taller and looked about my age of fifty three. He was immaculately dressed and groomed, his manner was self assured and he didn't show any signs of disappointment with my appearance, all good.

The first few minutes are always the most difficult, if the feeling is that it is going to get worse one or both parties need to make the decision to cancel. Neither of us did so, the twinge I felt in my manhood convinced me I was ready for this new experience. It did flash a thought into my mind that being in a sexual situation was a trigger that would not be squeezed if we had met in a normal social way. There was no natural attraction for me but sexual feelings had been activated.

I made him welcome but it was he that made a gentle move, placing a had on my hip. I didn't reciprocate but offered a drink, water was accepted and we sat on a couch and confirmed the details of the potential for love making. I thought as host that I should now make physical contact and place my hand on his inner thigh, I was surprised by my own response as my penis started to swell at this relatively tame beginning. He smiled at the touch and when I moved my face towards him he leaned toward me and our lips met. The kiss was soft, neither of us taking control, both happy to experience the soft moist warmth. I was now straining against my pants and moved as subtly as I could to ease the pressure. I made short, gentle kisses which he seemed to enjoy and he placed a hand on my chest, and slipped his fingers either side of a shirt button. As our tentative exchange continued he unbuttoned my shirt and caressed me. I resisted the temptation to move my hand to the bulge between his legs, that would wait, I didn't want this to be a short first time.

Our kissing became a little more passionate but still controlled and very sensual, I took his other hand in mine, stood up slowly, reluctantly releasing the tension of our embrace. I led him to the bedroom, he murmured a compliment of my arrangements and drew me to him and kissed me, taking some control, but keeping his hands off my very obvious erection. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly moving down as I did so, kissing his chest and stomach, savouring the smell of warm skin, The last button released I returned to receive his kisses on my lips and moved my hands up to his shoulders, caressing inside his shirt and sliding it down his back. He returned the compliment and once again we embraced.

I was now very turned on, my cock throbbing as it pressed against him. I took as much time as i could but I wanted to see him, I scarcely remember how his trousers opened but they fell away to reveal some very soft and nicely fitting briefs, I moved my hands over his buttocks which were firm and warm, his mouth was on mine, all our touches were without superfluous words. I slipped my hands inside his briefs to caress his smooth cheeks and slipped his underpants down his legs. Again I resisted the temptation to caress him between his thighs.

He stepped back allowing be to get my first view of his member, it hung down, thick and covered by foreskin. The lack of an erection did not bother me, I like to feel a cock grow in my hand, feel its weight. He spoke again, saying that he wanted to see me too, he ran a finger along my shaft before releasing me from my pants and underwear. My cock, cut and a decent size earned a 'very nice' from him as he again ran a finger along its length.

It was his turn to take my hand, but he asked me to take him to my bed, I did so and kissed him before climbed onto it and pulling him to me with both hands. We settled next to each other, I lay with one leg over his, my hard-on pressing against his hip. Our kisses were increasing in intensity, almost breathless now as our excitement grew. I moved slowly down his body, caressing with hands and lips, his warm skin filling me with desire and pushing my cock towards a climax. My control was failing me, something it had rarely done in the past. I moved a hand to his inner thigh and slowly towards his manhood. I looked down at him, still in control and calm, it was resting on his big ball sack, the head still hidden by thick skin but the shape of his glans apparent and large. I slid my fingers over his warm shaft, feeling a first tremor and then slipped them underneath. It was heavy, promising a good thickness and probably a length to dwarf mine. I caressed him and lifted it towards my lips. It was by no means my first cock but I was more excited by it than those I had held, stroked, sucked and received in the past. I let it touch my lips before licking the tip and running my tongue over his skin. I heard a moan, it may have been me, or him, or both of us, I took as much as I could into my mouth, savouring its heat and taste while I could. it started to grow and as it did I mowed my lips toward the head and gave it a suck, feeling him harden. I released him from my mouth and moved my hand slowly up and down his growing length. Moving to suck him again I slipped the end of my tongue into the gap opening as his glans forced his foreskin back, I used my fingers to pull open his foreskin and pulled it over my tongue and pushed it in as far as I could closing my mouth around the head as I did so. This time we definitely moaned in unison as I licked delicately between skin and glans. I felt his hips lift off the bed and my tongue slipped out as his foreskin pulled back to reveal his full length. I cupped his balls gently and took as much of him in my mouth as I could, moving slowly back and forward, licking soft skin of the head and tasting his juice as it slowly oozed out of him. I knew I had to stop, both for the sake of my jaw and a desire to have him erect for a lot longer.

He sighed when I released his very hard cock and kissed the head repeatedly, not really wanting to stop pleasuring him. He pulled me to him, kissing me gently and whispering his thanks and compliment on my performance.. Now on his side I sensed he was going to return the compliment but I had not satisfied my desire to use my mouth on him, I turned him and kissed him gently in the small of his back and moved to his beautiful buttocks. I caressed them, following my hands with my lips, slowly downward and between them, my tongue gently probing, sliding down to his anus, rolling around it, teasing before moving back up to kiss the back of his neck, my glans pushing between his cheeks, tempting a thrust into him but resisting, rolling off him, breathless.

It was his turn to take me by surprise. On my back I looked at him, his mouth covered mine and he climbed onto me, his legs between my thighs, spreading them, his cock against me, close, his wet cockhead against my anus, in response I lifted my legs, only half aware of what I was doing. He pushed gently, but brooking no resistance. I felt his soft head being forced inward by his rigid shaft. Felt if opening me, stretching me like I have never experienced before, felt it start to fill me. It was my moans that filled the room now, He pulled back, please no I thought, don't take it out, he slowly pushed it back in, all the way, I grasped him as he started to screw me, steadily, rhythmically,. Now increasing the force and speed as he took me, his mouth on mine, my hands trying to grab his arse as he fucked me, his lovely body moving over me, feeling his breath coming in gasps now, me trying to push back, wanting all of him in me, feeling my cock jerk and semen come surging out of me as I lost control. He pulled out of me and I collapsed back onto the bed, he kissed me and then I felt his mouth around my cockhead, it was difficult to tell whether my glans were experiencing pleasure or pain as a I felt my cock jerk again.

I stared at his cock as it pulsed in front of me, he had gone to the bathroom and returned pulling his foreskin back and forward, I closed my mouth around his hot cock and without any effort tipped him over the edge. His shaft went into spasm and he pumped several jets of cum into my mouth, I couldn't keep up to swallow and most of his semen slid down his length. I sucked him until he said I should stop, and his manhood, lately rock hard, softened and he lay next to me.