TexasYankee
Virgin
I hope I can tell this without it sounding like I am telling a fantasy. Everything here is true. I will be a little detailed because I want to be able to read this down the road... and it is much safer for me to post it here than anywhere at home since I am in a relationship.
I have always thought that most men had some secret flexibility about who they would have sex with. For instance, although I identify as gay, I find the idea of a straight guy fucking a woman very hot and I would consider playing with a girl in order to get access to a hot guy.
There's this guy I have hung out with in large groups a couple of times - let's call him "John". John is very masculine, brash, full of bravado and smokes like a chimney. He sort of looks like James Dean with a goatee. He drives a pickup truck. He would make a good Marlboro man.
I first met John a few months ago at a big party that I was cohosting with some friends. I was instantly physically attracted to him for the above reasons. He is married to a woman. I have not met her, but according to him they are in an unhappy marriage. He seems to want it to succeed, but his story (which is the same whether he is really really drunk or stone cold sober) is, that she does not love him anymore. He talks about how she looks at him with "cold eyes" and never wants to cuddle or touch him. It is not what I would expect to hear from someone who looks like him.
This first time I met him, we were at a big outdoor event where a lot of people were camping for the weekend. In the wee hours we wandered off from the party together, going to his truck where he said he had a supply of beer, and we chatted about this and that. Eventually he brought up his relationship issues and he cried (literally) on my shoulder about them. I gathered fairly quickly that he was pretty sensitive and was feeling unloved - a bad combo for anyone. So since I had found some eye candy (tall, huge arms, huge chest, goatee - perfection in my eyes), and he needed someone to talk to, I happy played the role of helpful friend just so I could watch him and have him to myself for awhile. I was as drunk as he was, but holding myself together a bit better. I did summon tears about something at one point just to sort of "complete the connection" so he did not feel like the only one who was vulnerable.
At that first evening we probably talked for a couple hours all together. After we had spent about an hour alone, he completely shocked me by pulling my face to his and making out with me. I was stunned, and could not believe my good fortune, and did not really know what to do other than kiss him back. I was afraid he would get scared off so except when we were actually playing tongue hockey I did not acknowledge it (i.e., did not comment out loud about what we were doing/had done). We kept talking for probably another hour interspersed with kissing. At one point I gathered the courage to try to take things a step further. I stepped right up to him, and reached for the button on his shorts, thinking maybe his penis wanted to play just as his tongue did, but he quickly backed away, saying "I have a tiny pencil dick." I felt really embarrassed and did not try it again.
That night he slept in his truck and I slept in my tent. The next morning his truck was gone by the time I woke up. I had barfed during the night with no recollection of it, so yeah, I was more trashed than I had realized.
I friended him on Facebook and it took him a week or more to accept which made me think he must have been in his head. I was excited when he finally did because I could nose through all the hot photos of him fishing, hugging his wife (ugh), riding a motorcycle, smoking his gross cigarettes, etc. I was amused to see we knew several people in common outside the circle we were playing in that weekend, including my sister in law and a good friend that I never would have expected a connection with from him. We messaged just a little bit on FB, never acknowledging what happened but just chatting about upcoming parties and stuff like that. I told him about several events I was hosting in September. He sounded really excited about attending them so I told him that I was going to monopolize him this month. He said "monopolize away!".
The first event that he was able to attend since then came to pass this past weekend at my house. I had about 80 guests over to watch a band play. He lives 130 miles away so I "innocently" asked if he wanted me to save him a couch. I have a home office that is detatched from the house with a day bed in it, which is what I actually had in mind. He accepted my offer with gratitude and even came early to help set up for the party. I hugged him when he arrived (4pm) but otherwise did not physically touch him at all during the course of the evening, until much much later (2-3am). I watched from afar with amusement as he unsuccessfully pursued several women during the course of the evening, but always kept tabs on him because I was "saving him for later."
When the party started to die down around 4am he asked me to show him where he could sleep. I thought "YESSSS", my moment has come. All day I had been drinking vodka & water at a slow steady pace, just enough to maintain a good buzz but still keep my wits about me. I took him around the back of the house to my office and let him in. He got undressed to his underwear and lay down on the adaybed. We chatted for a minute and I went away to get him some advil and water, going very quickly because I was afraid he'd konk out before I got back. I returned with it, administered it, and asked if he minded if I hung out for a few minutes. He moved over on the bed and patted the space next to him. I turned out the lights, lay down and he enveloped me in his arms and started kissing me. I was in heaven.
We chatted for quite a while, kissing now and then, and this time speaking openly of the fact we were making out and that we had done so before. I talked about the last time we'd done this and how I had wondered if he remembered all of that and he clearly did. I didn't approach the topic of his sexuality, because I didn't want him to feel cornered and close himself off to me.
Somehow he brought up that I had tried to take his pants off the previous time, and I was surprised he remembered. I told him how I had wished I had a comeback for his pencil dick comment that would have made him let me do what I had wanted to do to him. He rolled over on top of me and said that he wasn't wearing any pants now and started grinding. We made out for a few minutes, then I rolled him on his back and moved my hand down to his crotch. Yep, pencil dick. Nobody's perfect. I didn't care. I fondled him for a few minutes, then moved down so I could take him in my mouth. He was breathing heavily and very excited. I sucked him for probably about 5 minutes, when he interrupted me by pulling me up to kiss me. He then told me to turn around, and pushed me in a direction that made it clear he wanted me in a 69 position. I was like, "are you sure?" He was insistent so I turned around, and took him in my mouth again. He then proceeded to do the same to me. My cock is thick, not as thick as a beer bottle, but a mouthful if you haven't sucked one before. He was toothy all over it and I told him so. I tried to explain how to hide your teeth but he couldn't master that trick. He stopped sucking me and started jerking me. I felt like I was attached to a jackhammer or something. He did it so vigorously that I had a bruise on my penis the next day... a new one for me lol. Good thing my husband did not notice. Overall he played with my cock for about 10 minutes, until I shifted to take it out of his reach before he did some permanent damage. I was really enjoying sucking him and did not really care about getting off anyway.
So after I was sucking him again for a few minutes, he told me to lay on my back and he moved up so he was straddling my chest. He stuck his cock in my mouth from above and started face fucking me. It was so hot... I was in heaven. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it, then we made out some more. After a little bit I went to bed.
The next morning he came to breakfast with me and my kids (who are still in diapers, very young and unaware). My husband stayed home to take a conference call. At one point when the kids were not listening I said "so, about last night... is there anything you feel like you need to talk about?" He smiled and said "Nope. I'm solid. You?" I said "Nope!"
I do have a bit of a crush on John, but nothing that will last. Mostly I enjoy staring at him and trying to figure him out. I have played with a couple of guys who identified as straight before, in high school, but they were different. They would never kiss and they would never touch my cock, much less take me in their mouths. I don't get a vibe that he wants to be with men overall, I think that it is more that he need some physical attention and especially affection. I have never known a straight guy to need it so badly that he would have sex with another guy to get it though. Very puzzling.
I'll see John at least the 4th weekend this month, and maybe the 5th as well. The 4th weekend will be with too many people for us to spend any time alone I think, but if the 5th weekend works out then there should be time for some fun. That one involves a road trip with 4-5 of us. Will post again if anything comes of it.
I have always thought that most men had some secret flexibility about who they would have sex with. For instance, although I identify as gay, I find the idea of a straight guy fucking a woman very hot and I would consider playing with a girl in order to get access to a hot guy.
There's this guy I have hung out with in large groups a couple of times - let's call him "John". John is very masculine, brash, full of bravado and smokes like a chimney. He sort of looks like James Dean with a goatee. He drives a pickup truck. He would make a good Marlboro man.
I first met John a few months ago at a big party that I was cohosting with some friends. I was instantly physically attracted to him for the above reasons. He is married to a woman. I have not met her, but according to him they are in an unhappy marriage. He seems to want it to succeed, but his story (which is the same whether he is really really drunk or stone cold sober) is, that she does not love him anymore. He talks about how she looks at him with "cold eyes" and never wants to cuddle or touch him. It is not what I would expect to hear from someone who looks like him.
This first time I met him, we were at a big outdoor event where a lot of people were camping for the weekend. In the wee hours we wandered off from the party together, going to his truck where he said he had a supply of beer, and we chatted about this and that. Eventually he brought up his relationship issues and he cried (literally) on my shoulder about them. I gathered fairly quickly that he was pretty sensitive and was feeling unloved - a bad combo for anyone. So since I had found some eye candy (tall, huge arms, huge chest, goatee - perfection in my eyes), and he needed someone to talk to, I happy played the role of helpful friend just so I could watch him and have him to myself for awhile. I was as drunk as he was, but holding myself together a bit better. I did summon tears about something at one point just to sort of "complete the connection" so he did not feel like the only one who was vulnerable.
At that first evening we probably talked for a couple hours all together. After we had spent about an hour alone, he completely shocked me by pulling my face to his and making out with me. I was stunned, and could not believe my good fortune, and did not really know what to do other than kiss him back. I was afraid he would get scared off so except when we were actually playing tongue hockey I did not acknowledge it (i.e., did not comment out loud about what we were doing/had done). We kept talking for probably another hour interspersed with kissing. At one point I gathered the courage to try to take things a step further. I stepped right up to him, and reached for the button on his shorts, thinking maybe his penis wanted to play just as his tongue did, but he quickly backed away, saying "I have a tiny pencil dick." I felt really embarrassed and did not try it again.
That night he slept in his truck and I slept in my tent. The next morning his truck was gone by the time I woke up. I had barfed during the night with no recollection of it, so yeah, I was more trashed than I had realized.
I friended him on Facebook and it took him a week or more to accept which made me think he must have been in his head. I was excited when he finally did because I could nose through all the hot photos of him fishing, hugging his wife (ugh), riding a motorcycle, smoking his gross cigarettes, etc. I was amused to see we knew several people in common outside the circle we were playing in that weekend, including my sister in law and a good friend that I never would have expected a connection with from him. We messaged just a little bit on FB, never acknowledging what happened but just chatting about upcoming parties and stuff like that. I told him about several events I was hosting in September. He sounded really excited about attending them so I told him that I was going to monopolize him this month. He said "monopolize away!".
The first event that he was able to attend since then came to pass this past weekend at my house. I had about 80 guests over to watch a band play. He lives 130 miles away so I "innocently" asked if he wanted me to save him a couch. I have a home office that is detatched from the house with a day bed in it, which is what I actually had in mind. He accepted my offer with gratitude and even came early to help set up for the party. I hugged him when he arrived (4pm) but otherwise did not physically touch him at all during the course of the evening, until much much later (2-3am). I watched from afar with amusement as he unsuccessfully pursued several women during the course of the evening, but always kept tabs on him because I was "saving him for later."
When the party started to die down around 4am he asked me to show him where he could sleep. I thought "YESSSS", my moment has come. All day I had been drinking vodka & water at a slow steady pace, just enough to maintain a good buzz but still keep my wits about me. I took him around the back of the house to my office and let him in. He got undressed to his underwear and lay down on the adaybed. We chatted for a minute and I went away to get him some advil and water, going very quickly because I was afraid he'd konk out before I got back. I returned with it, administered it, and asked if he minded if I hung out for a few minutes. He moved over on the bed and patted the space next to him. I turned out the lights, lay down and he enveloped me in his arms and started kissing me. I was in heaven.
We chatted for quite a while, kissing now and then, and this time speaking openly of the fact we were making out and that we had done so before. I talked about the last time we'd done this and how I had wondered if he remembered all of that and he clearly did. I didn't approach the topic of his sexuality, because I didn't want him to feel cornered and close himself off to me.
Somehow he brought up that I had tried to take his pants off the previous time, and I was surprised he remembered. I told him how I had wished I had a comeback for his pencil dick comment that would have made him let me do what I had wanted to do to him. He rolled over on top of me and said that he wasn't wearing any pants now and started grinding. We made out for a few minutes, then I rolled him on his back and moved my hand down to his crotch. Yep, pencil dick. Nobody's perfect. I didn't care. I fondled him for a few minutes, then moved down so I could take him in my mouth. He was breathing heavily and very excited. I sucked him for probably about 5 minutes, when he interrupted me by pulling me up to kiss me. He then told me to turn around, and pushed me in a direction that made it clear he wanted me in a 69 position. I was like, "are you sure?" He was insistent so I turned around, and took him in my mouth again. He then proceeded to do the same to me. My cock is thick, not as thick as a beer bottle, but a mouthful if you haven't sucked one before. He was toothy all over it and I told him so. I tried to explain how to hide your teeth but he couldn't master that trick. He stopped sucking me and started jerking me. I felt like I was attached to a jackhammer or something. He did it so vigorously that I had a bruise on my penis the next day... a new one for me lol. Good thing my husband did not notice. Overall he played with my cock for about 10 minutes, until I shifted to take it out of his reach before he did some permanent damage. I was really enjoying sucking him and did not really care about getting off anyway.
So after I was sucking him again for a few minutes, he told me to lay on my back and he moved up so he was straddling my chest. He stuck his cock in my mouth from above and started face fucking me. It was so hot... I was in heaven. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it, then we made out some more. After a little bit I went to bed.
The next morning he came to breakfast with me and my kids (who are still in diapers, very young and unaware). My husband stayed home to take a conference call. At one point when the kids were not listening I said "so, about last night... is there anything you feel like you need to talk about?" He smiled and said "Nope. I'm solid. You?" I said "Nope!"
I do have a bit of a crush on John, but nothing that will last. Mostly I enjoy staring at him and trying to figure him out. I have played with a couple of guys who identified as straight before, in high school, but they were different. They would never kiss and they would never touch my cock, much less take me in their mouths. I don't get a vibe that he wants to be with men overall, I think that it is more that he need some physical attention and especially affection. I have never known a straight guy to need it so badly that he would have sex with another guy to get it though. Very puzzling.
I'll see John at least the 4th weekend this month, and maybe the 5th as well. The 4th weekend will be with too many people for us to spend any time alone I think, but if the 5th weekend works out then there should be time for some fun. That one involves a road trip with 4-5 of us. Will post again if anything comes of it.
