Summer horn

I wrote about a sexploit last weekend...saved it as a draft, then the next day it had gone.

I didn't have time (alone) to rewrite at the time and it's been a busy week.

So here it is now (Not had time to spell check. Apologies)

There's a straight fella on a swingers site, who has chatted with me, on and off, for a couple of years.

He's explained that he once met with a M/F couple for a 3some...but on that occasion, the 2 men didn't interact with each other. He told me he was surprised at how much he 'enjoyed' watching the other guy getting down to business with the wife.

From that time, he's been curious about what it might be like to...well, be 'Bi' basically.

We chatted a lot and on several occasions penciled in plans to meet. I suggested a massage was a good way of breaking the ice as his involvement would be minimal. He could get used to being touched by a man...and take things as far as he wanted, from there.

So...these few dates we had pencilled in never amounted to anything. He would make weak excuses, disappear for weeks, or just not make contact/respond to messages. It started to get on my nerves. Not the fact that we didn't meet, but the he would stop the communication. I figured he COULD just be a time waster, but from our conversations, I felt fairly certain he was genuine...just very nervous about the prospect of what he was considering.

Finally we arranged a DEFINTE date. However, when the time came, he wasn't on line and hadn't message me to cancel or whatever. I'm an empathetic person, but I have my limits. So I wrote him quite a nice message explaining how I felt and that I found his lack of communication when push came to shove, frustrating so I was going to block his profile, wished him well...and that was that.

Well, about 6 weeks ago, I got a message from him on a new profile. He was apologetic, accepted it was no way to carry on, and had thought about 'the massage' offered, many times.

So, we chatted again....only I was being far more sceptical this time, until he told me exactly where he lives. It's only 2 miles away, so unless it was untrue, he was willing to prove that's he's genuine. He's also sent more revealing pictures. I'd seen his body and cock on his profile, but he sent a face picture another couple of body shots.

So last Friday, we were chatting and he said that if his son goes out, I could drop by, but only to meet. His son is now 17 and had previous lived with his ex-wife, but was now with him.

Mid evening, his son (apparently) told him he was going to play football with his mates, so I was given the all clear to go over. I went straight away.

He was pretty much as expected when the door opened. 5ft 8in (1.73m), 42 years, with handsome, boyish features and very neat, dark blond hair. He's a skilled labourer, so you would hope that keeps him in fair shape...though it's not often the case, eh!!

However, in the hallway was a home weight machine...which he and his son both use, so I was anticipating a body matching that in his pictures

We walked directly through the lounge and for a moment, I though we were going to his bedroom. However we ended up in the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of white zinfandel and asked if I wanted a drink. He'd hardly spoken a word and was CLEARLY very nervous. I accepted a glass of the very drinkable wine, and suggested that if his son was to come home unexpectedly, 'we' could say I had dropped by to discuss funeral arrangements for Monday (he was arranging the funeral of a good friend of him). Having THAT little plan in place, I could see him visibly relax a bit. He then admitted that his biggest fear was his son walking in on him when with someone.

He was wearing a dressing gown and grey joggers. Initially, he stood, leaning against the worktop with his legs crossed and his arms folded in front of him, whilst drinking his wine. He glanced at me sideways while chatting. The body language was speaking volumes at the time, but talking to him like a normal fella for half an hour or so, he was becoming noticeably more relaxed and started to open up about his persona circumstances.

I felt that if I'd suggested giving him a quick BJ before I left, he'd have agreed to it. However, I'd been invited over to meet him for a chat...so I didn't want to push that boundary. I felt that I would gain more trust by leaving. So...I finished my wine and headed off home.

By the time I got home, there was a message thanking me for going over and wishing he'd dropped his pants. :-)

So..Saturday morning, there was another message saying that his son was going over to his mothers at lunchtime, and staying there for the night, so I could go over for a massage...if I wanted. As it happens..I could later in the evening...about 10,30, so we agreed to it.

As the time approached, I sent messages, which weren't replied to. I was actually giving him the benefit of doubt, given that he may be busy until the agreed time. Then, about 10.45....when I was just about to send him a final 'goodbye' message, he sent a brief reply apologizing for not being in touch...he'd been out. I then asked if he wanted me to head over, which I was happy to do as long as he wasn't drunk. (drunks a bit dreary unless you both are, I find). He replied straight away and said he was 'a bit tipsy'. I thought I'd take that chance,. so asked...do you want me to come over now?

No reply for about 15 mins, when he just wrote. 'ok'.

When I arrived, he was in the same dressing gown...without the joggers. The room was a bit smoky from a joint. Something else I'm not a fan of, but he seemed ok, so I followed him, fairly silently, through to the bedroom. He has a fan heater on to boost the heat. It was SWEALTERING.

I placed my hoodie on a chair in the corner. By the time I turned, he'd opened his gown to show his very shapely, smooth body and was holding down the front of his black boxer briefs, exposing his erect cock and reiterated a concern he'd mentioned before, which was that he didn't know if he would be able to get hard for a bloke, what with nerves etc.

Well..in that moment, he was doing well. It was fully erect. Totally hairless, uncut and quite meaty.

(a pic from his profile. I didn't get any pics)

I told him not to concern himself about it and instructed him to lay on the bed, as I undressed. Removing his dressing gown completely, I could see he's adorned with several tattoo's and while not ripped, he's in good shape, for sure. as he lay lay, I couldn't help but notice how peachy and fuckable his arse is, not that I was going to try. Not today, anyway. He'd said he was open to everything, in theory, but I suggested trying to fuck him on the first occasion probably wasn't a good a idea, so I won't go there with my cock.

So I massaged his back. His eyes were closed and with a couple of minutes, realising I'm not about a quick back rub in order to justify a fuck. His back was lean, firm and as smooth as a baby's arse. I like hair (I make my approval of pubic hair, well known), but smooth, clear skin, over softly undulating muscles like his, is rather lovely to run your hands over.

I enjoyed feeling the tension ease away. He was very still apart from one time, reaching under his body to readjust himself.

It was probably 15 or 20 minutes before I moved to sit the end of his head. Sitting with my lower legs tucked under me and knees either side of his head...it left the opportunity open for him to get up close and personal with cock...while I gave some attention to the top of his shoulders, and neck. Sure enough, he lifted his head....and has he turned to face my groin...my engorged (not not hard) penis was right there, almost touching his face.. He stretched himself to nuzzle it, feeling it rub against his nose and cheeks. I lifted myself just a couple of inches closer. He continued in the same vain, moving my dick around with his face. He tilted his head back a bit more so he was able to touch it with his closed mouth. It became obvious to him that I was become more aroused as my stiffening tool was beginning to poke him in the face.

He lifted himself on to his elbows, parted his lips and softly took the nob into his mouth. He paused for a moment and then took in as much as he could (without deepthroating...which I wasn't expecting to happen. I was pleased that there was no evidence of teeth scrapping up and down as he started to give his first oral experience to a man.

As he got more in to it, I rocked my hips back and forth...not exactly face fucking him, but certainly hinting at it. getting my motion, he stopped his and let me continue until I slowly pulled out, and which point he gently lay down his head again.

I then moved back to my position sitting between his open legs. Before adding oil to his arse and legs, I had a gentle stroke and with the motion, parted his cheeks to see how he reacted to his hole being exposed.

There was no reaction, good or bad, so I took that as 'good'. I repeated the action several times and all seemed ok, so before slathering his arse in oil, I gently sneaked in with my tongue, to lick his untainted, hole. There was the vaguest twitch, but it was accompanied by a soft grunt. Again, I decided to take that as 'good' He didn't suddenly clench his buns or tighten his pucker...so I went in a gain, deeper and harder. I was surprised how relaxed his arse was remaining, as I poked in his pink passage. He lifted his hips slightly, paving the way for easier, deeper access. There were more sounds now, though still subdued.

I didn't want to spoil or distract him too much, but clearly the juices were flowing. I figured the hornier he got, the more accepting he'd be of my ventures. So, not wanted to push things too far at that point. I removed my face from the crack of his arse, and proceeded to oil him up massage his cheeks and legs. Naturally, my fingers didn't skirt round his pucker, but brushed them lightly, firmly and eventually, a digit worked it's way into his hole to stroke his nut. I didn't have any trouble inserting my finger, but I was aware of his hoop twitching, tightening and relaxing. Fair game to the man. He was going with it.

As I worked down to his feet, I took to sucking his toes for a while, before a final rimming before turning him over. His arse was much quicker to lift, now.

When it was time to turn over, I put on a blindfold explaining he could remove it at any time....but I'm aware that not only does it heighten the senses, it also removes the chances of him opening his eye and having to look at a naked middle aged man using his body sexually.

He was ok with it. CLEARLY he was OK with everything, to some degree. His cock was still rock solid

While working on his neck and shoulders, I leaning in and softly brushed my lips over his. No reaction.

I kissed him, several times. There was a small amount of engagement, but the main thing was he didn't wince or turn his head.

I kneeled over him, my knees either side of his head, my semi engorged cock dangling in his face...while I smooth oil over his chest and briefly played with his nipples. I played with them several times, but I'm guessing it doesn't do much for him...so didn't labour that one.

As my cock moved about, precum dripped on to his face. That was the only time he turned his head. So...perhaps shooting a load in his mouth was going to be taking things too far, for today at least?

Standing to one side of him, I held his arm out straight to massage...while placing my cock in his palm. He gripped it tightly and proceeded to wank me as best he could in the position we were in. I gave his hairy armpits a lick before moving on to the other arm. The exact same process was repeated.

I seem to recall I did actually overlook giving his stomach area no particular attention, but while massaging his groin and thighs, I did roll him on to his shoulders for another delve into the pick abyss. With his arms relaxed at 45 degrees to his body, he was game.

Finally, the only part of him untouched was his cock (forgetting the minimal attention to his stomach).

I took his solid truncheon in my mouth and gently tugged on his ball bag. He moaned.

Swapping between sucking and jerking him...his legs were separating more. He may be new to such attention from a man, but he certainly wasn't self conscious! I slipped a finger back in his anus while trying to decide if I should continue to blow him while stroking his nut, for a prostate enhance orgasm.....or to ride him.

Well...much as I was enjoying the experience of exploring his hot naked body....if felt that perhaps I deserved a little reward, so while I still had a mouthful of man meat, I reached out to the lube and prepared my hole. Once ready, I moved to be astride his torso and lowered myself on to his solid man skewer.

In no time at all, I was riding him with some degree of energy and enthusiasm, I took his hands on clasped them round my cock so I was effectively fucking his double fist while impaled myself.

He tried to join in with wanking me at the same time but the whole thing got slightly disjointed in term so rhythm. It was ok for me...just a bit clumsy, however his wanking of me was more of a natural reaction that an conscious effort, because of the arching of his neck and the the slow opening and closing of his mouth, it seemed obvious to me, he was about to shoot his load.

I hadn't been astride him more than a couple of minutes, when he suddenly threw his arms out sideways and gripped the bed covers while curling his body upwards and said 'Ah...I'm going to cum.....ah' followed by silence.

I had to assume he was a silent cummer because he remained in that semi curled position for about 10 seconds while I rapidly thrust back and forth while taking to wanking myself off. I beat myself furiously in order to catch up...although he suddenly uncurled him and relaxed flat on to the bed once more. I reckon he was done, so slowing the pace of the hip action, I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his still hard penis pressing against my insides, while I thrashed the daylight...and jizz, from my balls in a well earned, long intense orgasm, jettisoning my load over his smooth relaxed chest.

His reaction when I was finished was like he was ready to move. He waited until I dismounted before removing his eye mask, inspecting his dick and the mess on his chest before rolling off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. No words, no eye contact...he just went.

I gave myself a few moments of rest before I started to tidy up, sensing that he wasn't going to want me to hang about for a debrief. I was right. When he came back in to the room, he focused on finding his underwear and dressing. He did glance at me and say...'That's been a bit of a mind fuck' (not the first time I've hear that). He wasn't rude or unpleasant, but it was obvious he needed a bit of time to process what had happened. You know how it is when everything seems like a good idea when you're horny, but once you've shot your load...it's a different story.

It's fine. It's pretty much what I expected to be honest. I dressed and left him too it.

It's a week later now, and I did send a 'Hope you're ok/Happy to talk if it helps' type message. He's read it but not replied. The last guy who described the experience as a mind fuck went through the same thing. I did eventually hear from him weeks later...and wanted to go again (we never did because he was posted to a different town shortly after, though we still chat on occasions).

So, we'll see. Either way, I enjoyed him.

Since then, the spring weather has kicked in. It's been a busy week and men are getting hornier :-)