This is the story of the first and only man I've been with sexually. I had reached early middle age and found myself horny all the time and up late jacking off to internet porn. I especially found myself watching a lot of blow job scenes. I don't get enough or very good head from the wife, and I would occasionally cruise craigslist thinking jeez it would be easy to get a guy to give me an NSA blowjob. Doing that also gets me thinking a little naughtier, like well maybe I'd return the favor even. Sometimes watching blowjob scenes I'd imagine I was the giver as well as the receiver. After months of thinking this way I finally get of the nerve to contact a guy who, like me, is married, and needs total discretion. We were both in our early 40s and getting antsy about getting older and not getting enough sex, curious about trying something new, and just wanting to get off more than our wives are interested in. It was my first time trying anything sexual with a man, and it started off as hey let's just jack off together and see if we like that, neither of us having done anything like it before. His name was James and he is an in-shape average white guy, like myself. Our first meeting, at his house while his wife was out, we had a beer, watched some porn and jacked off sitting beside each other on the couch, kind of self consciously giving each other a hand by the end of the session. It was odd, but not awkward enough that we didn't meet again. I was intrigued by holding his stiff cock in my hand. I could describe that meeting in more detail, but I want to get to the good bits here!
At our next meeting we got to jacking each other earlier, using lube and getting much more into the hand jobs than watching the porno. I ended up getting off the couch and between his legs on my knees to access his cock better and really give it a good stroking with both hands. He has a nice cock, I'm thinking to myself, it's cut and similar to mine, but a bit longer. I push down around the base of his cock with a ring made by the index finger and thumb of my left hand, while I stroke him up and down with a rotating motion with my right hand. He wiggled his butt to the edge of the couch, laid back and moaned away. I got lost in the moment, dedicated to the task at hand. I shifted one hand to cup and tug at his ballsack which was hanging off the edge of the couch. Pretty soon he was reaching his climax and when he did he lifted himself off the couch a bit straining towards me while his cock erupted, shooting a heavy load onto his belly and over my hands. I found myself pleased and turned on to see that he is a big cummer; the first spurt went several feet up in the air. Between his labored breaths he thanked me and told me that was the best hand job he'd ever had. I was very stiff and stood up so he could see my erection bobbing before him. He sat up and stroked me with rapid hand motions; I wanted that release and with a loud groan soon let go, shooting my semen all over his chest and lap. After some embarrassed chuckling, and chit chat, I left his place with a naughty little smile on my face.
On our third meeting he knelt between my legs and stroked me, and when I got close he surprised me by taking me in his mouth without asking and sucking slow and hard on my straining erection. God it felt really great, and I soon groaned "I'm going to cum." He pulled me out and stroked me off onto his face, his mouth open to catch some of my cum. God that was naughty and I couldn't stop thinking about for a week.
Now at our next session, I say "Hey I have a fantasy, want to try it?"
