Figuring it out

Several years ago, I found myself sad and lonely even though I had been married to my wife for almost 20 years. My wife and I had drifted apart and sex was nonexistent at that point. I really didn't want to divorce her because I really did still love her and I didn't want to give up half of the things that we had accumulated over the years.

I started to watch porn and even signed up on AFF to see if I might find a side thing to satisfy my needs. I searched for weeks and then months. I tried reaching out to soo many women but didn't have any luck. All the while I had guys contacting me, most with the same lame "hi" or "what are you looking for?"

But there was one man who sent me a message that actually said a little about himself and said "just reach out if you would like to get to know more about me" I clicked on his profile to check him out.

He was an older gay man that had some pictures and a pretty good description about him and what he was looking for. He seemed genuine but I thought to myself that I wasn't gay and that we weren't a match so I didn't respond.

A few weeks later he sent an instant message while I was surfing the site that asked how I was doing. I really wasn't sure about responding but I thought that it would be rude to ignore him so I sent back a response that I was alright and asked him why he was reaching out to me. My profile at that time said that I was a straight male looking for women but did say that I was in a sex less marriage.

He responded that he could help me relive my sexual frustrations if I would like. I had never been with or even thought about being with a man before but I was intrigued. I thought that it didn't matter who was sucking me, just that I was getting a blow job so I started chatting with him.

This went on for a couple of weeks and our instant messaging kept getting more and more intense. We were sending pictures to each other and talking about what we liked. He was a total bottom and I had no idea what I was.

One day he asked if I would like to come to his home to talk and see if I would feel comfortable with him sucking my cock. I thought why not, I sure the hell wasn't getting any sexual satisfaction at home. We decided that the next Saturday would work for both of us so I told my wife that I had to go to the office the next Saturday.

The next weekend, I was really nervous but did a little manscaping, took a shower and headed to his home. He only lived about 15 minutes away and my nerves were really about to get the best of me when I parked in front of his home. It was a beautiful home in a nice part of the city and I was starting to think what the hell was I doing but I still went to the door and rang the bell.

He answered the door and invited me in. He grabbed me and gave me a warm hug and a quick kiss on my cheek. The hug felt nice but I wasn't sure about the kiss. He said follow me back to the kitchen. I was looking around thinking that I was outside of my element when he asked me to take a seat at the island. He asked if I would like a drink, I needed one so I said yes. He offered me a whisky and I said sure.

We sat and talked. It ended up that he was a retired professor so I was really feeling out of place. But the conversation was nice and the one whisky turned into 3 then 4. As we talked, at some point he brushed against my leg then a bit later he placed his hand on my leg. He lightly rubbed up my thigh getting closer to my crotch. I thought to myself that it felt nice to have someone touching me it actually startd to arouse me and I started to get hard.

He smiled and asked if I would like a tour of his home, I agreed. He showed me his collections of art and glassware. His home was incredible. We ended up at the doorway to his bedroom when he stopped and reached out with both hands touching my shoulders and asked if I was alright.

I said yes as he leaned in and kissed me. At first it was light but then it got more intense. I opened my mouth and let his tongue dance with mine. Fuck, I was kissing him back as his hands started to caress my shoulders then my back. They moved to my sides and then to my crotch. I could feel my cock getting hard as he reached for my belt.

He pulled away from my mouth and asked again if I was okay. I just stared into his eyes and said yes. He dropped to his knees while undoing my belt and unbuttoning my shorts and in one more move had my zipper down. His hands tugged at my underwear and out popped my hardening cock.

I don't know if it was the whisky or the fact that for the first time in years someone other than myself was touching my cock but I was in heaven. He started by licking up and down my shaft then around the head. He then went down and sucked on my balls. Before I knew it he was back at the tip of my cock and put it in his mouth. He started to bob up and down going a little deeper each time. Before I knew it, he was at the base of my cock and reached out to tickle my balls with his tongue.

He pulled off and asked if I would like to get more comfortable and of course I said yes. I stepped out of my shorts that were around my ankles and pulled my shirt off over my head. He walked across his bedroom and dropped his lounge pants and shed his shirt also. At that moment I saw his cock. He was about four and a half inces long and slim but had a nice big mushroom head. That was a bit smaller than my six inch kind of thick cock and for the first time in my life I was looking at him in a sexual way. Yea I had seen other guys back in high-school in the showers and later in life, guys at the gym, but I never thought about them in a sexual way. I guess it was because none of them had just deep throated me.

He gestured for me to come over and sit my ass on the arm of the couch that was in front of a large window facing the front of the house. He again dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock to it's base. Again I thought fuck! he can suck a dick.

It really didn't take long before I knew that I was going to cum. I told him and he just let out a mumbled mhhm. I grabbed his head and held him tight as I came into the back of his throat. He pulld back a little, then a little more and licked me clean.

What he did next surprised me, he stood up and kissed me again. As our tongues danced together he shoved some of my cumshot into my mouth.

At first I didn't know what to think, but the taste, texture and our tongues exchanging my cum really turned me on. After I swallowed my own cum I spun him around and planted his ass on the arm of the couch and started to kiss my way down his body.

He guided me to each of his nipples where I sucked and nibbled then worked further down until I was on my knees with his cock in front of my face. I took it in my right hand as my left grabbed his balls. I remembered how he licked my cock before sucking it and tried to mimic those movements. When I finally took him in my mouth I was amazed how soft his skin was while his cock was so hard.

I could get him all of the way into my mouth to the base of his cock but that mushroom head made me kinda gag. I wasn't sure if I was doing a good job until I heard him saying"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I tried to look up without stopping and saw his head tilted back just as I felt the first jet of cum hit the back of my throat. Again, I gaged a little so I pulled so just the head of his cock was in my mouth. I swallowed just as the second and third spurts filled my mouth.

What he lacked in size he made up for with how much cum he shot. I swallowed one more time as he shot the last of his load into my mouth. I felt like I did a god job sucking a cock for the first time and remembered how hot and sexually raw it felt when he shared my cum with me so I stood up and shoved my tongue and the last of his cum into his mouth!

I reached down and rubbed our soft cocks together as we kissed. Again, thinking how fucking hot it was to do that. We broke our embrace and dressed. We went back to the kitchen and had one more whisky and talked, not about the sexual act that had just occurred, but about life and he asked if I would like to come by to see him again.

I told him yes, I would love to see him again. That turned into about a three year affair. We became good friends and lovers. But then he unexpectedly died of a heart attack.

I will always have a special place in my heart for my friend and lover.