I have always been gay, but despite some early and sexually charged experiences in my teens and during my University years, have for most of my life buried those feelings, choosing instead to "conform," get married and live a straight life.
As many (all?) men like me will know however, that your true self can't be kept down forever and so 5 years ago I came out. I am now a single gay man, and have since had an absolute ball, plenty of cock, plenty of partners and a few regular fuck buddies.
But, I'm tired of Grindr hook ups and random sucks and fucks, what I really want is a regular, older male lover. Being a younger bottom, for an older top feels right, it's the natural order of things.
This is where my true back story steps into my dream, fantasy future.
I'm looking for my Prince Charming! To attract the right man I keep myself in shape by going to the gym frequently, regular sessions at the tanning salon, manicures, pedicures, I have had my teeth whitened, I'm not totally hairless, but smooth in all the right places, I wear expensive underwear for gay men, often with a feminine twist.
I am submissive, and have many feminine attributes, but our relationship will not be just about his pleasure, I need it to, but like all submissive bottoms I derive my pleasure from giving him pleasure. So I will yearn to take his cock in my hand, my mouth, my pussy and will let him take me whenever, wherever and however he wants. He will always cum first, me second. I get so horny when my man moans in pleasure, calls me dirty names, tells me how good I am. My last boyfriend said I was made to suck cock, and to be fucked. At the time hearing those words turned me on so much, I still leak just thinking about it.
I imagine my man to be a professional guy, who wears a suit and tie (so sexy), he should be in good shape also. Most importantly he should be assertive, and masculine, a manly man if you will. His cock does not need to be porn star huge, just big enough. He knows what he wants, and he will want me for his pleasure.
We will share a modern apartment in town, but he will work away in the city Monday - Friday. I do not mind being alone for 5 days and 4 nights a week as I have a busy job and plenty to do, plus being apart only serves to heighten our desire for each other meaning that the weekends are full of sensual loving and lots of hot, hot sex!
He usually returns home at about 6 or 7 on a Friday evening, so I will spend Friday afternoons making sure our place is just so, the fridge stocked with food, his favourite beer and some delicious wine.
I will then get myself ready for his return by making myself look irresistible. I'll get my hair done, perhaps my nails and a little waxing. I'll shower and massage body lotion all over my gym toned body. He'll text me "just an hour away now baby, can't wait to see you, I am aching for you." I'll slip into a silk kimono (my emerald green one today, which falls mid thigh, and which I know he loves) and some tiny, sexy sheer gold tanga briefs underneath. At the last moment I put in the diamond ear studs that he bought me on Valentine's Day, and a quick spray of a perfume.
I hear his key in the lock, and in he comes. He looks so handsome and sexy in his navy city suit, white shirt, tie undone, his greying hair and a little stubble on his masculine jaw. He puts down his bag and I fall into his arms, our tongues entwined, stubble grazing my chin, my robe slips from one shoulder providing an enticing glimpse of my tanned and lithe body. I belong to this man, his masculine aroma, the scent of his cologne, his big strong arms make me feel in equal parts, cared for, sexy and desired.
It feels so good kissing him like this, he pulls me closer and I can feel his hardness pressing against me through our clothes, my own cock is erect and I can feel a damp spot of pre-cum spreading in my underwear. Our tongues continue their intimate dance, he tastes so good! My arms are around his neck, his hands are caressing my neck, down my back and then under my robe, and onto my pert bottom. I am in heaven.
After a week apart, I need to taste his cock, so I break away from our kiss and lead him by the hand to the sofa, he sits and I kneel before him, unzip his fly and pull out his cock. My mouth waters. I lick the head of his cut cock, savouring the taste of his juice, my lips envelop the head and I lick it again.
"Yes baby, suck me," he says.
I take him deeper into my warm, wet, willing mouth and begin to bob up and down, slower at first, then building up speed. One of my hands is stroking his cock, the other is fondling his balls.
