Opening acknowledgment....Most people that we encounter in our lives, come and go without much of an impact. We barely remember them, once the dust has settled. Some are brash and blustery. We wish we could forget them. Then there are others who have a certain quality about them. A quality that we might not notice right away. We might not even recognize it for what it is. But it is there, nonetheless. They can influence us to do good deeds, naughty acts or both. Apple_Of_Eden is one of the people I am happy to call "my friend."
Without her encouragement, this story would probably not be told. If you take the time to read it, you be the judge if she did good or not. I want to thank her for giving me the support to write this, and for all the time she spent editing to make my words better understood.
I was lurking on a chat site where men go to look for other men, when the 'Private Message' indicator pinged. Like it does for almost every person alive today, that sound brings a sense of well being. Someone is sending us a message. It's like a reward in those human behavior experiments. A positive reinforcement for a positive action.
"Why don't you come by for another visit?" was the text of the P. M.
I checked the name of the sender through my memory bank and it just did not compute. I had never, in this lifetime, been a visitor to this fellow named Norm. I clicked on his profile and it did pique my interest. He was a bit older than myself, but once you have reached the official 'senior citizen' designation, age isn't all that important anymore. I mean, there was no big difference between my 66 and his 72, other than 6 years
I figured, why not respond, let's see where this goes and replied to his initial query.
"I think you have me confused with someone else, but I am always up for making new friends."
The back and forth was mostly about what we had both written in our profiles. He was a widower who liked to have his cock played with and sucked. He was looking for a friend who was sane, safe and looking for some fun.
I expanded on my bare bones description of being married, sane, safe, and looking for a bit of fun on the side, with another man. I was very new to this type of thing, but I prided myself on being a quick learner.
Norm liked to wander around his home in the nude, wearing only a cock ring. When it was cold out, he would add a pair of slippers to his ensemble. He was completely shaved, had a larger than average sized cock at 7.5 inches and was uncut. His profile showcased his photo. If this was actually Norm, I wanted to meet him.
I could only be truthful, and admitted to being on the low end of normal. In other words, I had a small cock of a little less than 5 inches, when erect. I was not exactly a 'bear' type, but natural, and circumcised. I had only seen real uncut cocks from a distance, when I was in school or locker room showers.
I later found out that receiving Norm's initial p.m. was no accident. Apparently, that's how he likes to open new conversations with men he finds of interest.
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It had been less than a year earlier that I had acted on my bicurious impulses and sucked my first cock. I immediately knew that I would be a cock sucker for the rest of my life. It was that good. I had met my first suck buddy, Frank on the same chat site as Norm and we immediately hit it off. He lived fairly close by, was recently divorced and black. The last detail he had left out of out conversations until after we made arrangements to meet at a local donut and coffee shop.
For some people, that might have been a deal breaker, but for me, it just ramped up the anticipation even more. The night before our initial meeting was mostly a sleepless night for me. In spite of our agreement that there would be 'no' expectations, I knew that I was ready to put my five years of curious planning to the test. In my own mind, I was confident that I was going to be a great cock sucker. I had watched, and masturbated to hours of cock sucking video, I had read all about sucking cock on sites like Literotica. And best of all, I was a guy with a cock who loved having it sucked. My wife used to suck me off many times and I knew how it felt when she did certain things, like go deep on me, or play with my balls as she sucked. And most of all, I loved it when she swallowed my cum. I had put all these things together in my head and was determined to model myself to give the best 'head' that I could possibly give.
I was early to meet Frank and when I walked in the coffee shop and ordered, I thought for sure that I would fall down, my knees were shaking that badly. My voice was cracking like a teenager going through puberty, but I was determined to calm down and meet Frank.
I was excited, yet apprehensive. I was nervous as fuck, but there was no way that I was going to back out. When Frank walked in the door, I knew it was going to happen.
He was well groomed, dressed well, intelligent, a great conversationalist, and oh yes, he had a smile that was infectious. We talked for a lot longer than I thought we would and only left when a table of teen aged girls became way too interested in what Frank and I were discussing. Sex, sex and more sex.
As we were preparing to say our goodbyes and head our own way, I just had to say it.
"Would you like to go somewhere for a show and tell?"
Frank's smile answered my question, but he did say, "Only if you want to."
For his part Frank was easy going and had told me that I should only do what I was comfortable with. He was not going to push himself on me. That set my mind at ease.
I wasn't sure of what to do and when I should do it. So I told Frank.
"I am a total newbie at this stuff, Frank. I have never even touched another cock in my life, never mind suck on one."
"Don't worry, Peter. It will be just fine."
We had each driven to a relatively private area of a parking lot where I got out of my car and into his. While Frank was talking to me he rubbed at the obvious bulge in his pants, and I followed suit.
When Frank unzipped and hauled out his very thick and very black cock, I felt a shiver run through me. A shiver of excitement.
I was hoping that I could replicate that moment in time with Norm.
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The more we chatted, Norm and I became more and more comfortable. I told him that I was a very inexperienced cock sucker, but I did get rave reviews from Frank and two other guys I sucked off in one time meetings.
Norm provided me with his address, less than a ten minute drive away, more like 5 or 6 minutes and a phone number, in case I couldn't make our meeting. He even sent me a couple more mouth watering photos of his 7 1/2 inch, uncut cock.
The night before I met Norm I wasn't quite as nervous as the first time I met with Frank, but it wasn't the most restful sleep either. Again, excitement took over my brain almost entirely. When I did fall asleep, I had dreams of Norm's huge cock and what I would do to pleasure him.
I left home the next morning with a list of 'guy' things to do. Car wash, oil change, plumbing supplies to buy, just to ensure that my wife would not want to tag along.
