We met online, in a chat room, M4M. No agenda, no fetishes, just guys looking for other guys. We started out chatting, opening up about our desires and needs and the satisfaction missing in our lives. After weeks of near misses we finally met for coffee.
We both had used pictures that were probably ten years old. We both were a bit gray now, and on the overweight side of "average" bodies. But he was handsome and charming. He was a few inches over 6' tall, broad strong shoulders, thick arms and legs, and his belly had the hardness of a man who played football in his youth and still did sit-ups despite the extra inches. He had dark blue eyes that lit up when he smiled or laughed. Clean shaven, he seemed to admire my beard which had gone gray but was neatly trimmed.
We met at a coffee shop in a nearby suburb, far enough from home for me to feel safe from anyone I knew. Over coffee we expanded on our histories. He was divorced, 2 grown children, and lived alone in a condo in a lakefront tower. He was a builder by trade, and had been a project manager for several years. I was married, also 2 grown children, with a house in the suburbs where my wife and I slept in separate rooms. We weren't out of love, just out of sex. It was something she never enjoyed, so as the years passed I looked elsewhere for affection. I had always been attracted to men. I frequented male dating sites, and occasionally met someone for mutual blowjobs.
In the chat room he claimed he had a thick 8" dick. He had posted a few photos of it. His cock was lovely. I considered myself a connoisseur of male genitalia, spending more time looking at cocks and porn, than actually engaging in sampling the products. But his smile and the pictures of his cock compelled me to meet him.
I told him I was more of a submissive partner when I was with another man, focusing on pleasing him, and making sure we parted with smiles on our faces. I admitted I had never been fucked by a man, and though I had tasted cum I never swallowed the other guys load.
"Well, you might not have a choice if we get to that," he said. I cocked my head and looked at him skeptically. "I might not pull out if you're sucking and I cum."
"I don't have a choice?" I asked. Truth is, the thought of that sent the blood flowing to my dick. I took a sip of coffee.
"I like to be spontaneous. If you're an awesome cocksucker then you deserve the prize." He chuckled and downed the rest of his extra-large coffee. "You ready to do this?"
I hesitated. "Well..."
He stood, pushing the chair back with his legs. The sound of the chair scraping the floor echoed through the shop. Several people turned and I'm sure they noticed the bulge in his trousers. He walked to the door and out into the sunlight.
I jumped up leaving our coffee cups on the table and joined him by our cars. "Where? Where are you going? You live downtown, and we can't go to my place."
"We're building houses in a sub-division about a mile away. We can use one of the finished units." I looked into his eyes, let my gaze drift down to his crotch. I could see his erection had gotten bigger.
"I'll follow you." He drove slowly so I didn't lose him in traffic. It gave me time to play out in my head the possible scenarios awaiting me. Once I make a date to meet a guy I spend the drive over thinking of excuses NOT to go through with it, but the desire to meet someone, hold someone, taste him and make him cum overwhelms my reluctance. So, I follow him into the sub-division and when he stops I tell him, hey my wife called, family emergency I have to go let's reschedule could have been fun but we'll see next time btw nice houses.
Of course that didn't happen. He turned into the new construction, a winding road that passed skeletal frames of future homes, until we reached a cul de sac with four completed homes. The lots weren't landscaped, surrounded by dirt and mud and crates. We pulled into a driveway by the first house. He hopped out of his truck, opened a shiny metal box in the truck bed and withdrew a backpack.
