I had never done anything like this before. I had fantasized about it many times, but I never seemed to meet any guy that lived up to my fantasies.
Until Adam.
I was meeting friends at an upscale club, so I was dressed in a suit. I decided to eat at a restaurant before meeting them and Adam was my waiter. When he came to ask me for my order, he practically melted on the floor. He lisped slightly. He was tall and lean, had dark hair and eyes. And he seriously came on to me all through my dinner. Never in my life had I felt anything for another guy, but something about the way Adam looked and talked, and his eyes. Without thinking, I went for it. I told him I was meeting friends later, but that I'd rather do something else. When he asked what, I asked him what he liked to do. He said he usually hung out at his apartment. I said, "That sounds nice."
He excused himself from my table and went into the back. He came back out a short time later and told me he had taken off the rest of the evening.
I asked for the check.
Soon we were in his spacious, classy apartment. He fixed us drinks, then went into his bedroom to change. I sat down on a black leather couch. He came back in wearing jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, which showed off his nice chest and his toned arms. He reached for his drink and sat down next to me and took a sip of the bourbon, staring at me.
I was doing alright until then. I wanted to run out the door I was so nervous. either that, or fuck this guy's brains out. I decided to be honest.
"Adam?" I began, "I've always wanted to do this, but I never have before." He looked startled, maybe a little pissed. He sat back. But he didn't stop looking at me. So I plowed ahead.
"I have fantasized until the fantasy isn't enough any more. Look at me, I'm shaking," I showed him my hand which was making the ice rattle against the crystal glass I was holding. "And I never met, I mean, I never looked at a guy and found him, well, attractive, you know? Attractive enough to want to do anything... with.."
This wasn't going well, to judge by the look on his face. "He's thinking straight guy fooling around," I thought. I looked back into his handsome face, into his dark eyes - and decided to be completely honest. I reached out with my free hand and touched his face, stroking my thumb across his cheek and sliding my fingers into his hair. "I'm very attracted to you, and I can tell you are to me. I want you. I want to...."
What?
"...I want to do everything with you, here - now, that I've always wanted to do, but was too afraid of....before." I dove into my drink and gulped.
His eyes softened, but never left mine. "The way you acted in the restaurant made me think you were..." he hesitated. Before he could go on, I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled him into my mouth, kissing him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He reacted by pulling me into him and leaning into me, passionately. Our mouths locked, our chests touching.
I leaned back into the sofa and shifted so he could be more on top of me. He sat down his drink and put both his hands on me and we kissed again, making out. He undid the buttons of my shirt and slid his hands all over my chest, then leaned down to lick and suck my nipples, while his hands moved farther down and undid my pants and reached for my cock, which was straining against my underwear.
He released it from its prison and began to slowly stroke it with his soft hand, while he continued to kiss and lick my chest, my stomach, my neck. I had both hands on top of his head, my fingers twined into his hair. I leaned forward to kiss the top of his head.
Suddenly, I felt his warm, wet mouth surround my erection. I involuntarily gasped, which turned into a deep sigh, as he began to give me the best blow job I had ever had. His lips and tounge sent me through the ceiling. His hand caressed my balls as his head moved up and down my shaft, going deeper and deeper. No woman had ever taken all of my cock in their mouth. Adam was doing it.
