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By *dstefi OP Man
5 weeks ago
Solihull |
My first time. I'd chatted on fabguys with this guy for a while and eventually showed my wife his profile and said I'd like to meet him to see how it goes. She agreed to give me a pass for the day and off I went.
We met at one of those chi-chi retail park places, ostensibly a garden centre but one which had expanded way beyond that and now had an open air mall of shops selling expensive cutlery, designer clothes etc. He'd described his car and where he was parked so I found him easily enough and parked next to him. He was tall, 6'1" or so, my age and quite masculine looking with close-cropped grey hair and a tidy short beard.
We went for a coffee and chatted at a table outside, recounting our pathways to deciding we were at least bi, if not outright gay. Conversation flowed easily and we both felt the vibe was right, and we started discussing crossdressing, and I told him I was wearing my hot pink lace bra and panties under my male clothes and I wanted to strip for him. When we returned to the cars, in a quiet part of the car park, I asked did he want a preview? And squatted as if checking a tyre, knowing that the waistband of my panties would be riding above my jeans and completely visible to him. "Very nice", he said and I was already turned on hard, so he gave me his address and we both headed back to his in our separate cars.
On arrival we went in; his house was immaculately clean, I'd imagine due to his ex-military background. We had a cup of tea and chatted some more about what we'd like to do, and then headed upstairs. He said he was going to his bedroom to get into his panties but I could get myself ready in the spare bedroom, and I partly unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt and flies, not wishing to completely spoil the reveal. He came in wearing just a pair of dark purple satin panties displaying a rather prominent bulge, and I made a show of undressing myself teasingly, letting my shirt slide off my shoulders to the floor and inching my jeans down slowly. Finally the moment I'd dreamed of, standing in front of an aroused man in just my lingerie had arrived and it felt so good.
A thing we'd discussed was that I didn't want to kiss as I reserved that for my wife, so I let him embrace me from behind, and felt his strong arms encircle me and his hard cock press against my arse. "Touch me" I said and I felt one hand grasping my cock through my panties, cupping my balls in his palm while his fingers stroked my swelling shaft. We stood like that for a while, his warm breath on the back of my neck, then knew it was time to lie down.
On the bed, we lay together face to face and touched each other's cocks some more, and teased them from our panties. Mine is just the average 5" but I was hard, and his was much larger, with enough girth I could barely get my hand around it, and a set of balls like a bull, hanging heavily in their sack. I knew I wanted this in my mouth, and suggested I get over him to 69. We got into position and I felt the heat of his mouth as he took my penis into it, and his strong hands on my buttocks. And this moment, my first taste of another man's cock, and a very large and thick one. I masturbated him, gently rolling back his foreskin and then put my lips to his glans, and had my first taste of another man's precum, which was already oozing. It tasted similar to mine, salty-sweet but subtly different. We were now moaning gently, and focussed on the intense pleasure we were giving to each other's groin. I could hear him slurping quietly as he licked and sucked my cock, and I had to stretch my mouth open wide to take the head of his into me, one hand gripping his big shaft at the base and the other cupping and fondling his enormous testicles.
I felt a finger pressing against my arsehole through the panties and gave a loud moan of encouragement to indicate yes, this feels amazing, and redoubled my attention to his prick, masturbating him harder and rolling his foreskin right back so I could lick around his entire swollen helmet and taste the precum which was now flowing abundantly.
Feeling his mounting excitement and arousal, I got off of him and said "I want you to ejaculate on my cock, please" and he straddled my legs and began to wank himself to completion as I stroked myself underneath him, feeling very submissive now. He moaned again and gave a series of very masculine grunts and gasps as his orgasm came, several powerful pumps of semen erupting from his engorged purple head, and splashing all over my belly, cock and balls and pink panties.
Although I hadn't cum myself and now felt somewhat overstimulated and almost as if the moment had passed, it didn't seem to matter, and while he recovered from his orgasm, breathing heavily, I was happy to play with his sperm, enjoying the look of it hanging in white strings from my fingers and scooping it up to coat my now only semi-erect penis and masturbate myself contentedly with my prize for several minutes.
We chatted about life some more afterwards with more tea and biscuits, and eventually I had to be on my way, and he gave me a book as a parting gift.
We never did meet again; for him it'd had to be a one-off. Unlike me, his wife was completely unaware of his need for gay sex and I think he was wary of having too much and giving himself away to her. He deleted his fabguys profile after a couple more messages explaining this, and I wished him all the very best and my thanks for my first fully gay sexual experience. |
