Up until recently, I had never really thought about myself as bisexual, but after my thirty plus year marriage ended a few years ago, perhaps it was time to explore my sexuality a bit, maybe open myself up to some new experiences. While I have had a number of interesting experiences with several women I have met over the last few years, lately, I seem to have been fantasizing a lot about having sex with another man. Not one for meeting people in bars or similar establishments, I decided the best way to perhaps make this fantasy come true would be to place an ad online.
In my thoughts, my fantasies usually involve someone a little more experienced than me who could take the lead, but also someone who I could trust sufficiently to really let myself open up to. Perhaps another primarily straight guy like me that I could relate to well would work best, so with that in mind I wrote an ad that would hopefully attract who I was looking for.
I received a lot of replies that resulted in numerous email exchanges and texts, most which never panned out for one reason or another, but finally I connected with someone that seemed promising. After several text exchanges and a few phone calls we finally agreed to meet.
After we first met in person, I decided pretty quickly that you would be the one. Appearance-wise you were clean-shaven, slim, and somewhat muscular, a little younger than myself. Married to a woman, most people would likely not suspect that on occasion you also like to fool around with men. It was apparent that the fact that I'm totally new to this perked your desire to corrupt me, so after our short meeting in public, you invited me back to your home. Once inside you offered me a drink to calm my nerves a bit before suggesting we move into your bedroom.
I can sense your confidence as you approach me, motioning for me to take off my shirt and pants as you remove yours, both of us leaving our underwear on for now. I have thought about this for so long, and while still nervous and afraid, you can see I'm also highly aroused. You come up behind me, encircle your arms around me and pull me towards you tightly, and with that one grasp, I just let my inhibitions go. With one arm, you hold me tightly, while with the other you begin to lightly caress my nipples through the soft cotton of my t shirt. In our previous conversations, I had told you how sensitive my nipples are, how I like them stroked and teased, and how aroused that always gets me. You apparently listened to me well, and with your expert touch I melt into you.
