I couldn't believe how I felt, a little nervous, very turned on and he hadn't even touched me yet. Here we were, two supposedly hetero guys who had shared a lunch, and few drinks and for the first time in a long time, I was going to have a cock in my mouth. It had been too long...
I used to go to bookstore glory holes or even the occasional bath house when I needed cock, it was anonymous, dirty, and even a little shameful. But, I reasoned with myself, that's how I'm wired. Not much I can do about these urges that would come over me 4 or 5 times a year; its like I went into heat. I'd suck off several cocks in an afternoon, scratching an itch and feeling depraved, but also satisfied. I'd quit all that, at least I thought, because it was too dangerous, it betrayed my new girlfriend's trust and, after Covid, it was just plain crazy. One thing about the anonymous sex, I just did what I wanted, if I just wanted to give blowjobs, I could, no pressure to do anything else, no reason to worry about how my partner felt or what he wanted for that mater, I just needed to suck dick and that's what I did. No feelings, no seduction, just find some naked, available cocks and use them to my pleasure.
Matteo was different, this was more like puppy love for me. He was a strong Italian with wavy black hair, brown eyes that seemed to be open all the way to his soul, and a body like the 4.5 tennis player that he was. He was 10 years younger than me, in his early fifties and I was determined that I would have him. But was he interested? I'm handsome, and in shape too, but I'm older, and I'm not exactly the guy who would appear to be willing to give men blowjobs, you would never know if you met me.
We'd been paired in one if those round robin tennis events where you rotate partners. He and I came from winning two matches and we gelled on the court. We didn't lose a game in the set we played as teammates. Our games clicked and we seemed to understand what each other was going to do on the court even though we'd never met. That's pretty rare.
"Hey, we should play together again, it was pretty fun," one of us said and it was quickly decided that we should stop for a beer to discuss it on the way home from the muni court. We were both in relationships, both professionals and both fit and active. I remember the exact moment my inner slut tapped me on the shoulder and told me, "This might lead to something."
A couple of weeks later we met in the morning and played in a doubles tournament together and actually won the round robin, we were still undefeated as a team! Again, we were perfectly in sync, I've never had a doubles partner who seemed to anticipate the game so well, he could read me on the court. It turned out, that wasn't the only place he could see through me.
So, now we had a reason to celebrate and he mentioned that his wife was away and I agreed to come back to his house for a swim. That's when I knew...
Matteo had pot, and I was happy to share a nice hybrid with him, 32% THC and we quickly mellowed out and I became sort of hyper focused. Here I was, in this handsome Italian's home, his wife was away, and I was feeling more than a little tempted, but, I behaved myself. "What if I gross him out? What if he is so freaked that he outs me?"
So, I had my little private fantasy and watched him as he climbed into his hot tub, looking like dessert. He caught me staring and smiled, there was no denying it.
"I'm pretty stoned, sorry!"
"Don't be, it's good shit and it always makes me a little horny too."
