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Reality. (the sequel to Anticipation)I said I’d report back on my long awaited return to the simple joys of two men enjoying each other in lust. And I’m nothing if not a man of my word. Nope, scratch that. I’m pushing it with that description, really pushing it. I can lie and dissemble as good as the next guy, even if the next guy is a career politician. I’m a downlow married bi guy who lives to have sex with men, for Christsakes.My very existence is a farrago of deceit.But wherever I can I’ll at least try to keep my promises. Especially if there noreal gain or little pain to be had from fibbing as is this case here.Anyway it clears the clogged, decaying moral pipes of my mind a little to be honest a few times.So I’ll be honest about this meet up.I said report I’d post and back only if it went – & I quote -“splendidly”.Well it didn’t go “splendidly” but it didn’t go that badly either.And any blame to be assigned to the encounter not being as top notch and perfect as possible is down to muggins here.Again, not that it was Hindenburg crashing, Disney Star Wars Sequel Trilogy scale disaster, far from it. I still enjoyed myself immensely. But yours truly did not bring his A game, as the Americans say. Or maybe that should that be E game. E for erection.Yep, I’m sorry to say my nerves got the better of me. Well enough of this abject prevarication let’s get down to the hookup.As I wrote the previous report I was still waiting for him to text his address. He sent it minutes after I finished typing.He was closer than I thought. I immediately started to worry that I might know him. I have a fear of going to meet some guy and we know each other. I know that might be a huge turn on for some guy’s, but, for some reason, I dread it.I got to his place a little earlier than arranged. He lived on a street I used to know well and that didn’t ease my concerns as I rang his doorbell. My nerves were jangling more than windchimes in a gale by now. By they eased a little as soon as he answered.A total stranger.Taller than I expected and a little greyer than in the picture he had sent. Not that that was a hindrance for me. Far from it!He was just as athletic and trim as I imagined though. Yummy!A few words of polite small talk about the lousy weather – his accent confirming that he wasn’t from around this area – and he led me straight upstairs to his bedroom.He didn’t have a lot of time, he told me, his boyfriend was at work and due home in an hour or so and though his bf knew he had visitors around, he didn’t want me here when the bf got home.Whatever. I didn’t care one way or the other.He leaned in to kiss me.This was what I was waiting for.Kissing is my big thing. I think I would be happy just to spend hours making out with a guy. I’m good at it and addicted to it. I won’t meet up with any man who doesn’t kiss.I’d been waiting since March for this.He didn’t iskenderun escort disappoint. I felt his lips on mine. Gently at first. He didn’t rush bull at a gate style, tongue flapping to get into my mouth. Though I’d have been very happy with that as well, but this was far more my style. We kissed like lovers for he first few seconds. Savouring the feel of our lips. then i felt his tongue tentatively and almost relectently probe at my lips. I opened my mouth a tad to welcome it and felt his warm, wet and delightfully sweet tasting tongue explore mine. They twirled and danced with each other.It was then that the passion became too much. We simultaneously tried to devour each other. Tongues now firecely battling, mouths munching, pushing in on each other in a frenzied way each trying to assert some kind of dominance. Hands grasping at each others body trying to push ourselves into each other, trying to meld into one.We eventually broke. foreheads together, noses touching, both smiling.Then we separated to hurriedly undress. He laid his lithe body on the bed. Lovely cockringed shaft swollen and mouthwatering. I was semi aroused – still nervous.I immediately took his cock in my mouth. His glans was large and red, his shaft thick but not overly long – though much bigger than my still waking embarrassament. It tasted wonderful.I gently cupped and caressed his balls. I ran my tongue up and down his hardnes, I flicked his frenulum, the hack of his glans, I got surprisingly deep into it. I suspected I had a sounder here.He moaned a little and shifted his pelvis to give me better access as I crouched over him.I carried on.I glanced up at him to see him, eyes shut, breathing heavily with tiny audile gasps. I wanted to kiss those lips again so much.I could also feel him stiffen and swell even more in my mouth and didnt want this to finish too early. so I climbed on him and straddled him.I felt his hardness flip up naturally to rest along the crack of my arse. Again we greedily ate at each other.Grunting and moaning from both of us.He reached up slid a hand between us and twisted a nipple hard.I gasped in pain and delight and sat up. I was grinning. “Oh, we both must like that then?’ I said.I sat up. Both pairs of hands grabbed nipples as we nipped and twisted away.I was sitting athwart his frim cyclists belly, leaning back so his stiff dick nestled as far into the crack of my ass as it could. The two of us, bodies now slightly jerking and swearing with exquisite pain only kept this up for a minute. then I was on him again.Lying full length on top of him as I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing my mouth on his and hid other hand kneading and slapping my arse cheek.I ground my crotch into him.I was stirring, semi tumescent now. I could feel my cock on his balls and his now fully erect adapazarı escort cock pushing into my stomach. But I knew – or maybe psychosymatically cursed myself – that I wasnt going to get fully hard. Even though I was enjoying this immensely and was wild with lust and desire. What I wanted more than anything was to taste him jizz into my mouth.We rolled over on the bed until he was on top of me and was grinding his beautiful hardness into me.Then he sat up. With his right hand he gently started wanking my flaccid disappointment. His left toyed again exquisitly painfully with my nipples. And he lowered his face so our mouths resumed their mutual gluttony.the way he was kneeling with my right arm between his legs.So i reached up and carefully slid my ringfinger to explore the cleft of his butt cheeks.A moaning that I felt in our locked together mouths rather than heard, signalled that I had got the right idea.I was going in dry so I took care. My finger eased in slowly. I felt the surprisingly tight sphincter grip it as he gasped in my mouth. Slowly, oh so slowly I pushed in to my first knuckle. He stopped kissing and raised his torso straight. His weight went onto my arm as he sat on it but not enough to stop me fingering his warm, welcoming hole. But enough so that I couldn’t push much further in. Though I tried. His hole was moister than I thought. He must have pre lubed slightly. I was trying with a little more force now.I flexed my first knuckle up an down. This was working wonderfully. His head tilted back, his eyes were shut, he was sighing, “Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhh!”He right hand was wanking himself furiously while he used his left to support his weight on the bed as he meant further and further back.I knew he was near to finishing but the way my body was lying prone, on my back, with him straddling my right arm, meant that I couldn’t really do anymore than I was already doing….though that seemed to be working a great!So, finger still buried inside him, I said, “Quick, get you on your back.”We managed, pretty gracelessly but quickly, to maneuver so that we managed it with my finger now fully buried inside him. For ghastly moment I thought he might slip and fall back on my hand and break my wrist or finger. Not a scenario that I would be eager to try to explain to any paramedics who arrived to help.But we did it.He was now on his back.My hand still underneath him, finger deep inside, flexing and probing. His moans getting louder.And I was now able to crouch over him, hold his gorgeous girthy shaft with my left hand and bring my full plump lips to it.He was nearing jizzing now and I was wanting to have him fire straight into my eager mouth.Holding his lovely cock, I ran my tongue up the shaft, tongued his urethra and frenulum vigorously. I had to move quickly now it was coming başakşehir escort to a finish.I spat a little saliva onto his glans and let my mouth embrace his cock.Up, down, taking it deep as I could, making myself gag as I engulfed it. I felt his buttocks clench hard and tight on my hand and finger just as I raised my head for breath, and just as my mouth just left his dick – mouth still open – he shot hot and hard straight into the roof of my mouth.My mouth was back on him in an instant.I sucked hard, my lips sealing on his member so that nothing would leak out. This was all for greedy old me.I instinctively removed my right hand from him and used it to firmly caress his balls as I sucked on him. It was as if I was trying to force whatever dregs of his jizz remained there up his shaft and into my mouth.I could feel it’s oystery texture as I held it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. The urge to swallow this delicious load was overwhelming. I could feel it start to ooze into my cheeks. But I knew what I really wanted to do. REALLY wanted to do.So I swung my right leg over him, straddled his cyclists firm belly and, keeping my mouth tightly shut, lips firmly pursed to prevent leakages, brought my head down to him. I made an questioning grunt, “Ehmh?” eyebrows raised in enquiry.We hadn’t discussed this beforehand and I didn’t know if he was into this, but if not then it wasn’t as if it would be a hardship to swallow his sweet creme.He was into it.He nodded and opened his mouth, younger protruding over his lower lip. I smiled then opened my mouth slightly to let some of him slide out into his mouth. As it hit his tongue I pounced and my lips were on his, I pushed his cum into his mouth, We returned to our a****l passion, our tongues fighting in his slickness, our lips, chins, stubble and beard hair sticky with him. I swallowed what I could, which wasn’t a lot. I know lay on top of him, our legs entwined, kissing tenderly now.I would have been happy to lie like that all afternoon, but after about a minute – maybe not even – he was, “Well better get sorted before his nibs arrives home, eh?”So that was it. But I’m far from complaining, far, far from complaining.Even though some of you may have noticed something we both seemed to have forgotten.I hadn’t cum. Goddamn, I never even got fully erect!Well he didn’t care. Why should he? And I had clean forgotten. He, rather hastily if I’m being honest, urged me to dress. We had a quick snog – rather half heartedly on his part, I thought, and it seemed it was ‘wham, bam, thank you man’ and I’m walking away from his house and down his street.Typical fucking man. Gets his end away and suddenly it’s time for sleep and pizza. I know, I’m like that myself.It also struck me that all that talk about his partner being cool with him seeing other guys we had had before our meet, was a steaming pile of bullshit. I’d noticed the pictures of them in his bedroom. A cute couple they made. One I’d loved to three-way with. But he was definitely cheating. Not that I cared, sure, I was too.And then it struck me. Like getting halfway to your destination and realising you’d left your phone or keys at home. A true “Doh!” moment.Hey, I hadn’t cum!!
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