Indulging his bisexual curiosity Zach succumbs to bondage, torment, edging and milking from a fit mature man
Diaphragmatically inhaling and holding my breath for three seconds didn't do much to shake the cobwebs nor make me feel awake after a long unremarkable day. I took two more breaths and flipped my private browser window into the forefront. The boredom relief of choice was surfing porn. I parted my legs and let the warmth fill my loose testicles. Thank goodness for roomy boxer shorts! I slunk back in my office chair.
Quitting time emptied the worksite, still, I looked over my shoulder nervously assuring myself no one could see me scrolling personal ads. My eyes squinted in a vain attempt to counter the late afternoon sun glaring into the construction site office.
Getting caught at work looking for erotic massage, would be a recipe for getting me fired but being a porn connoisseur, horny and bored justified in my mind the ill-advised distractions. My warming aroused penis urged me to continue.
One ad caught my attention within the mature massage category.
>Fit mature guy likes to massage, stroke, and edge other fit mature guys, restraints optional.<
Restraints? What was that man-to-man ad doing here amongst the heterosexual listings? I pressed my nearly full bulge into the underside of my desk. The denim crotch of my dusty work jeans trapped my balls and pulled against them just the way I liked when I humped upwards again.
I was a kinky masturbationist and loved looking at hard male bodies and hard cocks. A delicious substantial warm erection tented my jeans as the bi-curious side within me imagined the possible scenario. Would this be a person that really knows how to edge a guy to climax? Being tied up and masturbated by a guy was out of my wheelhouse for sure! Was I just horny or daring enough to act on the bisexual side of my sexuality?
I clicked the ad. Although there was no face picture, the images revealed a fit muscular male body, along with a substantial underwear bulge. Conflicted I scanned the pictures and reread the ad over and over. That was a nice-looking cock.
Stiffness grew the heated cylindrical shape of my cock downwards alongside my inner leg. I rubbed it through my pants sliding the corona into my thigh. The insatiable sexual urge that I always had tingled the tip of my cock.
I wasn't gay. It's probably just fake pics, a weirdo, or a phone number harvesting ad. I should just jack off.
Instead, neediness within my groin forced me to click and respond. My cock pulsed its agreement as I typed and imagined a bisexual fantasy. Would he be naked too? Would he suck my cock? Would he make me do something else?
Nothing.
What was I doing? I'm married for Christ's sake! Going to see another guy jack me off? Really?
It was quitting time but the edging scenario playing in my mind made me leave the laptop running while I tossed the rest of the paraphernalia and remaining lunch into my backpack. My shaved balls swayed loose and heavy in my jeans while I walked.
A ping interrupted me, just as I was about to close the laptop screen.
An email response! I answered the few of what were normal-sounding screening questions and got an enthusiastic follow-up reply within a minute or two.
"You sound like a good fit. Tell me what you like or don't like in this video link."
Should I? It could be malware or a virus. That'd be even more difficult to explain on the company laptop. I clicked the link anyway.
"Holy shit that's hot!" Fondling and squeezing my left hand found my denim trapped shaft while I watched a video of a guy roped up in a chair being arduously edged.
His shiny cock was insanely hard while the other guy stroked him so slowly. Too slowly. There were blindfolds, toys, bindings, all kinds of devices used to torment the guys' body and cock.
I imagined it was me. I unzipped my fly and teased the soft sensitive skin just below the corona with my fingertips. Looping around and round the ridge. That could be me?
"I like everything!" I replied squeezing the upper half of my cock making the head all shiny. I included my phone number.
A text came back - Can you meet in an hour?
Yes
If you want me to use toys on you, do a cleans or enema
My cock ached. Toys? How did he know?
Yeah no problem
Okay see you in an hour
Make sure you're hydrated.
Hydrated? Anticipating all sorts of sexual torment, I rushed home to wash up and change before making a beeline out the door.
His place was actually within a 15-minute drive from my home, so I arrived excited and a bit early. There didn't appear to be any looky-loo's thankfully, yet I scanned the neighbourhood cautiously as I circled the area twice in my truck. A casual two blocks away seemed like a good place to park. My dusty work jacket and safety vest did a pretty good job of hiding the backpack on the passenger seat floor. Apprehension held me still for a moment. Maybe I should just forget it and go back home?
I took a deep long breath. You only live once! That curiosity of having a guy edge me had me wide awake and walking to the well-kept suburbia type home. I glanced at the house next door to confirm no curious neighbours were peeking through the curtains. I chuckled to myself. At least the homeowner painted it and cut the grass.
My phone buzzed.
You're early come on in
The instant my feet hit the top landing, the front door swung wide open greeting me with the six-foot-something fit male who was described within the emails and text messages. Extending my hand, I took a deep breath trying to not appear nervous.
"Ted, I'm Zach." His handshake was strong, kind, and comfortable. Instead of appearing like Norman Bates, Ted was a middle-aged Rock Hudson-like handsome chap, with bright eyes and a kind face.
"Cummon in Zach!" He closed the door behind me while I checked out his nicely developed arms. "I'm Ted, or you can call me Teddy if you like, I go by both."
I smiled, so far so good "Thanks! Um, nice to meet you Ted, Teddy." His home was nicely decorated with a large screen TV. My eyes focused on a wooden workshop bench-type table with several sex toys, ropes, and a variety of other BDSM goods.
"All ready for you, do you want to have a shower?" His smile was kind but purposeful. "Looks like you are ready to have some fun." Ted locked his gaze towards the tattle tale growth in my jeans.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Blood rushed to my groin. My balls felt so heavy. Hesitant but horny was the best way to describe my mood.
"Just down the hall. There are towels and you can change in there..." He paused "or HERE if you like."
Eyeballing Ted's camo Capri shorts his erection was not concealed either. That fact was both reassuring and slightly worrying. Was he planning on trying to fuck me? My thoughts ventured back to the last time I ass-fucked myself with a vibrator. What would a real cock feel like?
Despite cleansing and washing squeaky-clean at home, I obliged. "Yeah, sure I could have a quick shower." This was crazy. I was so hard and turned on. The taboo thought of being jacked off by another jock of my age. Maybe being fingered in the ass? More? My cock twitched.
The voyeuristic side of me made me decide to undress in front of him.
