This is a 'semi-true' story. For years my wanting to have gay sex was something I had to keep to myself. My greatest fear was someone finding out that I fantasized about being thrown down on my bed and fucked stupid by a nameless, faceless stud. Many nights when the shadows filled my room I was on hands and knees naked imagining my hips gripped firmly and my ass fucked soundly. The shadows allowed me to go places I was never allowed to go by day.
It didn't help that I was brought up in a mid-western town where 1955 was still present and Ozzy and Harriet lived next door,or so I thought. I would later learn that my home town was in fact a haven of swingers where many wives in my old neighborhood often participated in 'sex parties' when their husbands were off deer hunting. It was quite a shock to realize that so many of our quiet, conservative neighbors were in fact swingers. Though I never saw this for myself it was something to ponder.
The closest I came to seeing my 'dreams' come true was in senior year when my best friend attempted to seduce me. He had succeeded in getting me naked and on his bed. He even had his mouth on my cock...which I was loving...until he gagged, something in my brain clicked and I freaked. His plan was to eventually fuck my ass. Something I wish he had done 'before' gagging on my cock.
Somehow I feel that had he done that first..or had I sucked him off first...my freak out would have been less significant...or at least more timely as he would have already had his fun. The guilt factor of a church going, supposedly conservative upbringing really fucks up the enjoyment of exploring alternative sexuality.
Years went by and I never sought to explore further. It happened that I moved to another small town where the whole world seemed to know who fucked who. Maybe it was my paranoia of being discovered, but it seemed to me that everyone knew who was fucking who. Not a place where anonymous exploration could take place and I wanted my private moments 'private'.
So I did what was expected and dated women. I had a great time but there was something missing, though I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Once again when I was alone and the shadows had closed in I was free to invite my 'stud' to my bed where he would ravage my body in all manner of pleasurable ways until the light of day forced me to hide my wants once again. Such was how I lived, with my wants hidden away from the world. Marriage, kids and several dogs later my wants had yet to be met with fewer opportunities to be 'alone' with my imaginary stud.
Then one day I was browsing the internet and came across a site that interested me. EP, I will only use the initials because I am being lazy at the moment. It was a social networking site were you could share your life experiences and vent your life frustrations, wants and desires without the world knowing who you were if you didn't want them to. My first day I came across a story of a mans experience. It was exactly the kind of experience I'd dreamed of and wanted for so long.
On a whim I contacted the author. Strangely there was no second thought or fear...I wanted to at least share with this man that what he had done...was exactly what I have wanted for so long. Later that day he answered my note. Deep inside, I felt as though I had met someone special, that finally my imaginary stud had arrived.
Something, came over me as we chatted. I wanted to hear his voice..so I asked if we could talk. He text his number and I dialed it with shaking, nervous fingers. His voice was gentle, kind and understanding...I was rock hard instantly...something about his demeanor caused me to throw caution I'd usually out the window.
My heart pounded with excitement and my cock ached...yes...finally I thought finally. His name is Andrew. I knew from the moment I heard his voice I would have no trouble with him tearing my clothes off and fucking me.
Months passed and we emailed and called each other until finally one day 'he' called me. He was in town for a seminar and had booked a room near Asillomar, a secluded and exclusive resort on the coast and just a few minutes from where I was. My heart leaped into my throat in both fear and excitement. My fear came from being confronted with something I'd both avoided and longed for. I was excited for the same reason. Within the hour I was in his room. Neither of us wanted to waist time in a bar so we had agreed to meet directly in his room. We were both nervous even though we'd been talking and emailing for a long time.
He didn't pounce on me immediately though he did hand me a rather large glass of wine. I downed it rather quickly..he laughed. It was the first time I'd seen him in the flesh he was good looking, muscular and had a kind smile. Of course we'd seen pictures of each other but this was the first time I was meeting him. As nervous as I was..I knew..that the next time I went through that door I was going to be thoroughly fucked.
Before I realized it I'd downed three glasses and was feeling more relaxed. We were in a nice ocean front suite where the ocean breeze blew in through an open patio door. We talked for a while as the wine took effect with Andrew moving slightly closer to me as the tension eased. Then I felt his hand rest on my shoulder and begin to massage it gently. A kind of test to see if I was going to flinch...or freak out. I looked into his eyes and unconsciously began undoing my jeans...letting them fall open...Andrew took my cue moved to kneel in front of me...and slid my jeans off so that I was naked from the waist down. Then standing up he undid his jeans and let them fall. He to was naked from the waist down...and for the first time..since high school I was..seeing another mans cock. My heart beat wildly inside my chest as desire, nervousness and wine caused me to spin. Andrew reached for my hand and pulled me up. He led me to the open patio door so that we were just inside yet able to enjoy the cool Pacific breeze. Moving behind me I felt his arms wrap around my chest..and his hard, warm flesh press against me. I lifted myself up so that his cock now parted my cheeks...and slid under me. I could see and feel his warm cock as it pressed between my cheeks.
It was at this time I began to shake uncontrollably. It wasn't fear or anything like that...but a surfacing of long suppressed want. Andrews arm was around my chest pressing my back to his chest...while his free hand was stroking my thigh,ass and cock....driving my want further and further...Unconsciously...I pressed my ass onto the base of his cock...so that I could feel his warmth better. I was turned on by the fact that his erection was for me...that it would be...very soon buried deep inside my ass...throbbing...pumping and shooting cum into me. Andrew pressed his pelvis into my ass and whispered..."Hi" and his lips caressed my neck. That was it..I was his. We stayed like this for a bit..before retiring to the shower..where he cleansed me...inside and out.
Once that was done he climbed into the shower with me...where he pressed me up against the cold shower tile..holding my wrists out wide..spread eagle as he nibbled and bit on my ears and neck. I felt loops of rope around my wrists..just enough to control me...but only if I wanted to be controlled. I could have easily pulled out of them..I didn't. A hand slid down my back as his lips kissed and licked on my ears and neck..driving me crazy...his hand slid to my ass...and parted my cheeks...and a solitary finger...circled my hole...probing just a little...and circling some more. "How does this feel?" he whispered. All I could do was moan and spread my legs wider...indicating that he could proceed further.
