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Looking for a sexual partner was more difficult than I had imagined. I was on
"chat rooms" for the longest time with not very promising results. So I tried
for the "personals". You know, where you place an advertisement and get
responses. I had placed my "ad" with little confidence in finding what I really
wanted -- then waited.
I also took advantage of looking at all the other advertisements of men close to
me. But where they like the "chat thing"? Was this be the correct thing to do? I
did not know. And seeing all that there was around made me less confident than
ever.
I answered two of them and waited some more.....
About one week later I got an answer to one of the postings that I made -- from
a man by the name of John -- so I replied to the e-mail. After about six letters
emplaning to one another what we wanted and who we were, we each decided that it
was time to meet and see how it may go. And so we set a lunch date at the local
Denny's restaurant. I got there first and got a cup of coffee. I was very
nervous about meeting John, and could not sit on the waiting bench in the foyer,
so I just stood there, looking out the window. John told me his description of
what he was clothed in. And there he was. OH! But he was a fine looking man.
(Strange - now that I think about it - we did not discuss our race.)
I greeted him with a warm hand shake -- well it was warm from the coffee cup I
was holding -- but my pulse was up now and I could feel a light thumping in the
sides of my neck from each beat of my heart. My mouth went a bit dry, and all
that I could get out in the way of a voice was, "Hi, John." There was a very
differently "something" in his hand-shake. I felt it, and can not really
describe it in words, but IT was THERE, I know this feeling because I have felt
it before -- and it was not a bad feeling either.
We were given a booth in the back no-smoking section, and not too many people
around - perfect. We exchanged a bit of "chit-chat", talked about the weather,
but mostly we just looked at each other and just smiled. After our lunch, we
went out into the parking lot and said that everything looked good from this
first meeting, and I was really feeling bold, and ask if we could arrange some
type of motel room "thing". He said that sounded good to him and we could iron
out the details later. We shook hands and I casually mentioned that I thought
that I would make a good "bottom" type, and only tired that once before. John,
looked to the sky and made a little "Hmmmm!" noise, and said he did but only
twice before as being a "top" man. We just smiled at each other and went to our
cars then drove off in different directions.
I can tell a lot from a smile. Wether it is fake, honest, put-on for show, or
TRUE. John had a great smile, not too "toothy" just a very pleasant honest grin.
I drove back to my place with hopes and dreams floating around in my head, and
perhaps a bit of doubt. John was such a fine looking younger looking man than I.
But wait! He said that he was 51. That was only one year younger than I. Gosh!
He did not really look like it, but than neither do I. Another good sign, we
each kept our youthful looks and more importantly, our youthful attitude in
life.
I went to the computer about one hour after coming through the door and found
that I had an e-mail from John. I just starred at it and thought, "well here
comes the "let down". All too quick to be any good news." Well, now, sometimes
my feelings are wrong, and this time I was pleasantly surprised, and thrilled,
that they were. Because John wanted to take a room and if TOMORROW would be ok
with me. He wrote that he hoped that I would not think him too bold on
suggesting this too quickly, as we had just met about 2 hours ago. I hastily
wrote that I would be at the motel which he suggested and at the designed time
and I gave him my cell phone number to tell me the room number when he got
there.
The next day about 10:00 a.m. I found myself driving up to the motel and to the
room number that John said he would be in. I knocked on the door and it opened.
I told John that I had got off work just a few hours ago and as yet had not
taken a shower, and really wanted to be clean for him. He said, "there's the
shower". And went to sit on the bed. It took me about five minutes to do the job
of "making myself presentable" -- paying particular attention to areas of
"entrance" and groin area. I toweled off, but did not bother to get dressed,
just a towel wrapped around the waist.
As I turn the corner out of the bathroom, there he was, just in his underwear
laying on the bed. Man! What a sight. I felt a bit of a stiffy coming on and my
mouth going a bit dry again. "Oh Great!" I thought. "Going to suck cock and the
mouth goes dry." I sat down on the edge of the bed and just looked over at him.
John smiled at me, and that was all it took. I lay down beside him and we each
extended arms to embrace.
Now, I do not know about you, but a nice naked hug form another man feels great.
But with John I felt something more, and we locked into a great long lip-lock
that I can still feel to this day. Some guys really do not want to make-out with
a guy there are going to give head to. NOW that is weird, to me that is, and I
use that word very sparingly. We fondled each other for about 2 minutes and I
could no longer contain myself. I tossed off the towel and proceeded to John's
hips, taking my time to lick, kiss and otherwise take notice of every inch of
space I encountered, as I traveled to my main objective.
HOLY COW! John was really, I mean REALLY hung nicely. About a eight and a half
cut REALLY thick cock. (MAN! How in the hell was I going to get that girth into
my ass? I thought.) I did give a good licking and got about half of him into my
mouth, but that is all that is really needed in giving a good blow job. I looked
up at John to see an expression that could only mean that I was doing just fine,
so I increased the movements that I was already making.
We turned to a 69 position on the side. I almost lost my load at that point, so
I had to think of a time I was hiking just north of Dawson, Canada in the winter
at 40 below zero. -- That does it every time. -- John really knew his way around
a cock, about as much as I did. I was really getting turned on, and did not know
just how long I could hold out for John to match my timing to cum. (I do not
know about you, but I really like to cum at the same time my partner does.) He
then "came up for air", and we turned around to face each other, and we necked
more and rubbed our cocks to the rythrum of our lips, mashing and grinding our
hips. This felt really fine to me, as our bodies were in total motion; I know
that John like it too, as he was giving out with little moans.
Not too much was needed to talk about. Actions in man to man lovemaking is all
that one needs to communicate. BUT I did lift him from me as ask if he would
like to fuck me. John ask of I really wanted to do that just now on our first
meeting. I said. "This is our second meeting, and we are not on a "date" -- we
are in bed -- and you are a top, and I want to be a bottom. So I want you to
prepare yourself, and I will lube up." That is about all that was said. John got
out a rubber and I got the K-Y form a little "suck & fuck kit" I had prepared
for this meeting.
I took the "face-up-pillow-under-the-ass" stance, as John got on his knees
between my legs. I don't know about you, but for the most sexiest stance that a
man can take -- THIS IS IT. I watched as he put the K-Y on his great joint and
moved the lube around with his hand. Smiling all the while. He then looked he in
the eyes and came forward, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to my
hole, and increased the forward motion and pressure. I in turn, braced myself
and relaxed my tightening ass muscles, and as I have read in the sex help notes
on gay web pages and what they suggested. And it works great.
Sure there is a little pain, but that goes away very quickly and I relaxed, that
let John permit to enter more. John was very easy on me. He took his time in
introducing his cock to my willing ass. Going forward a little and back out a
little, slowly and carefully. It was feeling so much better than anything
artificial. There is NOTHING like having a cock up the ass, absolutely nothing.
I thought that -- "no wonder this ass fucking is so taboo, this feels so great
-- I hope that he will not cum too early? I am starting to really enjoy this." I
could not believe that I had John all in and really did not notice it in the
least. At this point I made a request for more "steam", and John provided the
power to the shaft. Very evenly and increasing his strokes, and began to become
deeper and a little faster; like a steam locomotive, but oh so much gentler.
I opened my eyes to look at john, at a point where I felt very comfortable with
what he was going. I could see that he too was really enjoying the fucking he
was getting from my somewhat virgin ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and
pulled him in more. John's eyes popped open and he lowered to me, as I raised to
meet his lips. Our tongues madly encircling each others. I was now at a point
where my dreams became reality. And I could tell that John was the man I was
yearning for. Not just a butt fucking - it was John's cock in my ass which was
the key to open the gates to Valhalla. In no time we came together, and we knew
the each was happy with the other.
I rolled John over on his back and ask if he would like a back rub, as I
straddled him below his nicely shaped butt, and placed my warn hands on his firm
shoulders. He could not resist nor talk. He was puddy in my hands, and loved
every moment of it. While I had John in this position, I decided that his ass
looked all too good to resist something I never ever even considered doing to
anyone. I placed my face between his perfect ass and started to lick his crack.
I move closer to his hole. It seemed so right, and I was so perfectly willing to
show John a great time, I forgot all that silly nonsense about what the ass was
really designed for, and commenced to give him a "rim-job" (my first). I could
feel that John was responding favorable to this, so I kept it up.
After I did that I lay down behind John and cradled him in my arms. He felt so
good to me and I wanted this not to ever end. But time was such that we both had
to be getting back to our tasks for the rest of the day, it was not about 2:30
in the afternoon. MAN! How time flies when you are having the time of your life
with another guy who wants just what you want.
After, when we were changing clothes, we talked about what we did. And that we
both had found what we both were looking for. I told him that I was deleting my
name from the "personal ads" and that I found what I have longed for, and need
not go and try and fine another and miss out of time well spent with each other.
He too agreed to this idea, and this surprised me. But John is such a good man,
and we are after all, now, "boyfriends" so that is that. I feel very comfortable
with being this mans male lover.
We noticed that we had many things in common. Except for the fact that his
condom size was EXTRA, and mine was just your everyday run-of-the-mill size.
We wore the same size and brand of underwear. We liked the same wines. We wore
the same style of clothes. We liked the same foods. We have so much in common it
would be criminal to toss away a budding friendship and sexual relationship on
what was opening before us - even though we each did not know just where this
will take us. With a person of the opposite sex you want diversity. But with a
homosexual one I think that you really want the same things almost to the
letter. That is in the ways of likes and dislikes. The only large difference is
the fact that I am Caucasian and John is Black. Out side of that, we are the
same. But I just happen to be color-blind. Also Physically color-blind ,
red/green - blue/purple...(Really! I am.)
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