This is my first try at writing a story, so I will start at the real beginning of my journey...
All my life I have been attracted to men. I love women and have only been interested in dating them, but something about a man's body has always appealed to me as well. In particular I have always loved cock. The look, the feel, the taste of it has always turned me on. I also think it is the raw sexuality of being with a man. I have always preferred when sex with a woman had an emotional investment. I've never really pursued a one night stand. But on the other hand, I have also been turned on by the idea of meeting up with someone just for the purpose of sex. I know this is a paradox, but I have always been of a split mind, part very romantic, and part unabashedly dirty. Something about 2 men being together with no purpose of romance, but just to get each other off is one of the hottest things I can imagine.
I had played around with one of my best friends growing up, but when I went off to college I had no real sexual experience except for the typical 2-3 times a day I had very intimate experiences with myself (I was definitely what you would call a chronic masturbator). But once I moved away to college, I looked to expand my horizons. I am in my 40's now, so this would have been right around when the internet was really getting going. When I got my first internet connection not long before I graduated high school, I quickly discovered the copious amounts of porn available (even back then). Not long after I was away from home I also discovered sites that helped men meet one another. As a shy guy who had neither the nerve, or the know-how, to meet men in person, this was perfect for me. Also, I was not as interested in a guy my age. I had always fantasized about older men, and this was what I was looking for. The thought of a grown man helping me to learn was something that had always made my dick rock hard.
At first, I was really only interested in finding a jack-off buddy. I badly wanted to be sucked, and wanted to suck, but was not really ready for that yet. I found a gay chat room that allowed me to talk to many men, but I never quite found a situation I was comfortable with. I was in dorm room, so I could not host. For some reason I talked to a lot of guys that wanted to meet in a park, abandoned building, parking lot, etc. Even though the thought of meeting to play in public got me really hot (still does), the idea of getting caught and arrested and having to tell my parents killed that fantasy. I finally ran across a bulletin board (remember those, lol) on a site dedicated to masturbation.
I placed an add, and got a couple of replies quickly, but none that really caught my attention. But the next morning I got one that did immediately. It was from a man named Freddy. He told me a little about himself and attached a couple of pics, and he was perfect. He was 36, which with me being 19 at the time was a great start, seeing as how much I fantasized about older men. He was Latino, another attraction, and he was slightly chubby and hairy. I was also a little chubby and kind of hairy, so this made me more comfortable. I particularly loved the hair (for what it is worth, I have always been obsessed with women that have a nice, full bush, so maybe that is just a fetish). He lived alone and said we could play at his place. We exchanged a couple of emails, and he left his number. A couple of days later I got up the nerve to call him. He said that he was doing something for work, but he would be free if I came by in about an hour. He only lived about 10 minutes from campus, so I would have to wait. This was one of the longest hours of my life. I was rock hard the entire time, wanting to touch myself so badly, but knowing that I should wait. My fear was I would cum so hard it would drain me and I would lose the nerve to go through with it.
Finally it was time to leave. It was raining and I was in such a hurry that I nearly spun out at the last light before I got to his place. I got out of my truck shaking, and the nerves and my concentration on his directions (remember, no navigation back then) had taken away my hardon, at least for the moment. Finally I found his door, knocked, and he let me in.