Following that eye opening night, I had a lot of feelings and emotions to deal with. I drove home lost in thought, wondering what had just happened and where it was going to lead me. I had never felt an attraction to a man before. In the past my sexual thoughts were confined to the male genitalia and not the person that it was attached to. I didn't find myself checking out other guys for their looks, like I did when beautiful women walked by, so I was confused that I now felt an attraction to this older man.
I needed some time to think about what was next, and although we continued to chat sporadically through e-mail, we didn't arrange to meet up any time soon after the first experience. I imagine that he thought I was a dead end and although he seemed patient with my inability to meet up with him, I know that he didn't expect to see me again.
To tell the truth, I wasn't sure if I was going to see him again or not. My life was busy as I was playing or coaching hockey 5-6 nights a week and it wasn't going to be easy to sneak away from home without it being noticed. I also wasn't sure that I wanted to go down the path of finding out what impact a second meeting would have on my life. I think it was safe to say that I had already redefined my sexual preference as BI, but deep down I was beginning to wonder if I was GAY?
A month had lapsed since our first encounter, yet the memories of that night were still etched in my mind and were the thoughts that made their way to the front of the line whenever I was masturbating and sometimes even when I was having sex with my wife (although masturbating was a much more regular occurrence in my house). The fact the reflections of that night were controlling my sexual thoughts meant that I had to seek a second meeting and when an opportunity arose, I contacted my lover to see if he was inclined to welcome my visit. Thankfully I hadn't burnt the bridge with my delay in pursuing our next get together and he welcomed me to come to him.
I decided that I needed this experience to be less of a rush than the first and opted to skip a night of playing hockey (although letting my wife think I was going to hockey) and meet him at his cottage. This would allow us a couple of hours to relax and not have to rush to try and end the experience on a timeline.
Similar to the first time, my drive to his cottage involved a lot of thinking, a lot of nervous shaking and a cock that was harder than it had ever been. There was no hesitation when I arrived at his cottage and I got out of the car and went straight to his door. The door opened and we were in each other's arms without having said a word to one another.
Our lips pressed together and with little effort I pushed my tongue into his mouth and greedily explored his mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and held me tightly as we began to grind into one another. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled his body closer so that I could feel the bulge in his pants press against my hard cock. We continued to make out in this manner for a few minutes, with lots of hard breathing and an anxiousness on both of our parts to see where this was going. We knew that we had lots of time on this night though, so there was no rush to end this make out session.
As we continued to make out, he reached around and pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I took advantage of the quick pause in kissing to remove his shirt as well. We continued making out, standing in his doorway, with our shirts off and our hands exploring each other's bodies. I leaned down and started nibbling and sucking on his nipples, causing him to elicit a nice moan that I knew meant I had succeeded in giving him some pleasure. After a couple of minutes of licking and sucking his nipples, I went back to making out with him and our hands were now eagerly exploring each other's cocks from the outside of our pants.
