At the age of twenty five I had my first encounter with another man. In my early days of being a bisexual I only met with men who would suck my cock with no reciprocation. After a couple of years seeking one-way cock sucking from anonymous men, I got curious what it would feel like to have a dick in my mouth. Being a very sexual person, it didn't take me long to act on my curiosity. Once I had a man cum in my mouth, I became addicted to sucking cock to completion. Since then I've sucked many men over the past years, many told that I'm an enthusiastic cocksucker.
I started posting messages on Squirt, Craigslist and other web-site to find strangers who needed the feeling of a hot mouth engulfing their stiff cock and taking their load.
Kevin and I met on line when he responded to one of my ads by sending a naked picture of himself and a brief statement why he wanted to get together.
I exchanged emails with Kevin to make sure he wasn't someone, I knew. I didn't want Kevin to turn out to be a friend, family or co-worker. It would have been unlucky to agree to meet someone then discovering they were someone I knew. I didn't want to be embarrassed. It would have been hard to talk my way out of a situation like that.
I asked Kevin where he lived to find out the possibility of my knowing him. When Kevin told me his address, he lived close enough to meet with little notice. We agreed to meet at a mutually convenient Kip's Big Boy restaurant for a public meeting. This would allow us to get to know each other and feel comfortable with each other.
I told Kevin I would be sitting in the back of the restaurant wearing a blue knit polo shirt.
Kevin said he would be wearing a white button down Oxford shirt with the logo where he worked over the right pocket and his name over the left.
I met Kevin at the time agreed, we shook hands and ordered coffee.
I didn't know what to say to Kevin so I let him start the conservation. I had a quick appreciation for Kevin. He had a soft-spoken voice, which quickly put me at ease. I was pleased that he didn't appear in a hurry for a blow and go.
Kevin said he worked as a masseuse at a local health spa which explained his large hands with strong forearms. He said that he was thirty-eight but looked to be in his twenties.
Kevin talked about his career, telling funny stories about giving massages. Some of Kevin's clients expected their manipulation to close by Kevin applying oil to their cocks and stroking them off to completion. You could say that a large part of Kevin's job was to give hand jobs, known as 'happy ending.'
Kevin told me, "With so many naked bodies all-day long, touching, jerking off and having men shooting off in my hands, I come home horny. All I want to do is relax, lie back and let someone to suck my cock."
He continued, "I have a girlfriend but we don't spend much time together. She knows that I'm bi and doesn't care if I meet another man."
I responded, "I can understand about coming home and wanting to relax. I like to relax by sucking cock and you don't need to do anything in return. No reciprocation is necessary."
Kevin finished his coffee and said, "My place is not too far from here. If you'd like you can follow me to my apartment."
Fifteen minutes later I followed Kevin into his apartment. It was an efficiency with a living room, with the dining room set off in a corner separated from the kitchen with a countertop. For living alone, the apartment was neat and tidy. Walking past the couch, Kevin suggested, "Let's go to the bedroom."
In the bedroom, I noticed a portable folding massage table, a queen-sized bed and a chest of drawers.
Kevin asked, "Would you like a massage?"
