The one I forgot

I find it ...ummm.....'flattering' (?) when a guy who considers himself straight, but open to a bit of cock fun, will arrive at a hook up very sheepishly, saying very little and with a worried expression, but when things are all done, they chat like you're their best mate.

That was the case with a guy who was the sexploit I couldn't remember in the previous post. I'm surprised I couldn't remember, because although the sex wasn't earth shattering, he was quite a memorable fella!

It was about a month ago, I received a message from a guy, who attached a couple of pictures to his message, in which he looked very attractive. To be honest, I can't recall how old he is, but ABOUT 30. He said he was working in the area and is just looking for some 'relief'. He added that he's straight, but looking to try new things, being another fella that's been in an MFM 3some which had made him curious.

Asking what he was/wasn't interested in, he said he didn't want to kiss with men, but was open to try anything else.

He said that he wouldn't have a lot of time, as he was working, but could get away for while.

In short, I invited him over as soon as suited him...which turned out to be about 30 mins later. Before he arrived, I figured that trying to fuck him wasn't a worthwhile exercise with a short amount of time, so we'll go with the basics, of sucking, wanking and maybe he can fuck me.

Anyway....pretty much on time, 30 mins later, a large utilities support truck pulled up outside, carrying traffic cones, barriers, pipes and I don't know what else. My quarry for the morning jumped out of the cab and looked towards the house, I opened the front door and waved at him, to reassure him he had the right house. He was dressed in orange, high-viz jacket and trousers, with industrial looking, muddy, work boots. As he headed towards the house, I noticed he walked with a significant limp. Once he reached the door, he proved to be about 1.76m, neatly cut dark hair, with a shortly trimmed beard and slim. It was clearly the same guy from the pictures, and although nice looking, somehow looked different.

He greeted me with a pleasant but nervous smile and suggested he take his muddy boots off outside (which I thought was a good idea :-) It took a while!

Eventually, following me upstairs, I tried to make conversation. It was a bit stilted to say the least, but he mentioned travelling from another county (about miles away). I asked if he regularly met with people (thinking 'women' really) while away with work. He told me he'd only been in the job 6 months and much as he'd thought about it, he'd not had courage to meet anyone before.

Asking 'Why me' he said he liked the photos I posted and the way I engaged with him in chat, which made him feel more confident about meeting. (I'll take that :-)

While on the subject, I asked if he wanted to get a few up to date pictures. I hadn't asked previously about pics or vids as he didn't seem the type who we be comfortable with it, but much to my surprise, he said he "....wouldn't mind one or two'.

In the bedroom, aware time was limited, I stood in front of him and felt his crotch. There was no sign of growth, but so far, there had been nothing sexual to excite him and nerves were probably keeping things in check. I unzipped his work trousers and slipped my hand inside. He nervously laughed and remarked that he has about 5 layers on, so it may be best if he just removes everything, so I suggested he go ahead, while I just watch him strip.

It was quite horny actually. I got naked (was nearly naked anyway) and lay on the bed, playing with myself as he started to undress. He apologised for the fact that it did take a while. He removed his tops, to reveal a thin, tattooed body. Then he was on to his feet, which was several layers of socks. By the time he got as far as his trousers, I decided to lend a hand. He sat on the edge of the bed as I tugged away at his hi-viz trousers, thermals and boxers.

As everything came off, I noticed one leg was much thinner than the other, and badly scared. Not that I was inspecting him, but I noticed a couple of surgical scars plus quite a few random, round-ish scars along his side. Needless to say my curiosity was more focused on his cock. It was still flaccid, but appeared to be a hopeful length and a bit on the thin side....which suits me.

Casting his clothing aside, I kneeled on the floor between his legs and set about sucking him hard. He didn't participate in any way...which I don't mind with a newbie, as long as they are happy to go with the flow. I'm quite good a judging how far to push someones; boundaries.

It didn't take much to get him hard, but it wasn't until I deepthroated him I got any other indication that he was actually enjoying it.

Now, I'm not blowing my own trumpet here, as I think deepthroating is a fairly standard skill expected of homosexuals, but combined with the fact that his wasn't a cock which was difficult to swallow, I don't consider it a great achievement. HOWEVER.... a "wow" comment followed by a wry smile indicated that perhaps it's something he'd not experienced before.

As he seemed to like it, I continued to indulge him with the feel of his manhood being palpated in my gullet until I started to feel a small amount of movement, pushing back as I worked him!

Coming up for air, he was still watching and smiled when he remarked 'That's quite hot'!

Not being remotely local to each other, I doubted we were ever likely to meet again (even if he was that interested), so I probably wasn't going to get another opportunity to push his boundaries. Much as he was more relaxed now, it seemed obvi9us to me that this was quite genuinely a new experience to him and as such, I didn't want to push too far. Besides, I suspect any 'preparation' for a hook up was limited, at best, to washing his nob.

Also, time being an issue, I figured I'd just make use of him, but going back to our earlier, on line conversation, I asked if he wanted me to take some pics with his phone, or did he just want some of mine. He seemed a bit thrown by the question and opted for some of my pictures because his phone was in his jacket, downstairs.

Moving on quickly, I lubed up my arse and perched myself on his meat skewer. I teased my own pucker with his dick for a short while, partly to see what his reaction is. It was fairly obvious that it was my intention to sit fully on his manhood, but he didn't look concerned by the idea....so slowly, I lowered myself onto him, enjoying the sensation of him pushing inside, and pressing against my prostate.

Whereas he'd been up on his elbows so far, he was now laying back, but kept his head up as if wanting to see his cock penetrating my hole. I leaned back and opened my legs wider. He cocked his head to one side as if you see from a better angle, but his focus was very much on my my cock and his. Almost immediately he started some butt clenching type trusts. He couldn't get much upward action in his position but it was enough to suggest his balls were doing their thing. He was quiet, but biting his lip as his hip action became more like quivering, than purposeful fucking. As his eyes started to stare intently...not at anything in particular, just 'staring'...as he gripped my thighs and his whole body convulsed as he threw his head back, mouth gaping and unloaded the contents of his gonads deep in my anus.

It had only been a couple of minutes at the most, but he was obviously worked up and ready to blow, when he arrived.....though his nerves kicked in for a while.

As soon as he relaxed....while still hard inside me, I made myself more comfortable and with some gentle riding to massage my prostate, I quickly took to knocking one of my own out. My gushing loads are normally after a long, hot session. As this had been quite a short period of time, it wasn't my biggest portion being squirted out on to his chest...but satisfying nonetheless.

There was that awkward, post cum, 'What do I do now' look about him. I told him to relax while I unimpaled myself from his still hard cock and fetched tissue to clean him up.

He was very compliant, just laying on the bed waiting to be cleaned. Quite sweet really, but I could still feel his slight awkwardness, so I offered use of the shower, which he took me up on. I left him to it.

When he was done, he started the laborious process of getting all his work gear back on, but having had a few minutes to himself he'd relaxed again. As he dressed, he chatted away very casually. It was then I learned that he had been in the army and was injured by a huge amount of shrapnel from a bomb blast. He almost bled to death.

He had to leave the a service, but in the intervening couple of years, he reassessed his view on how to live his life. In short, despite being a father of two young children, he came to the conclusion that he wanted to spend some time to 'live' his life..and was starting that process.

It wasn't a sob story and he wasn't turning his back on his responsibilities....he just wanted to enjoy life for a while.

Quite humbling really!!