Married RAF man

Late this afternoon, I met with a closeted, bi, married fella at a nearby Air Force base.

A bit heavier than my ideal, but he was kind of sexy in a "bloke-ish" kind of way. Mid 40's, 5ft 10, tattooed, lived in - unshaven face, Dreadful dress sense (I'm guessing he has a good sense of humour).

With very little experience he was quite nervous and had perhaps got himself over excited with anticipation, mentally working himself up all day (this was arranged a week ago).

He actually looked nervous when he let me into his house (the wife is in London for the weekend), but it took all of 15 seconds before he pinned me against the wall and started kissing me with adolescent enthusiasm. To be fair...he was great kisser.

For his sake, I was a bit concerned that we were still by the mottled glass front door as we kissed and he grappled with my jeans. I'm sure any passing neighbour would have been able to see something going on.

When I mentioned it, he recoiled like he'd been shot. Looking slightly embarrassed, he calmed himself down before suggesting we go upstairs.

Sadly we didn't go into the room where several uniforms were neatly hanging ( I'd like to have got him in one), instead, we headed for what was obviously the marital bed where his excitement started once again, though not quite so frantic.

We kissed for a while. I played with his nipples which drove him crazy..but that was nothing compared to his uncontrollable quivering when i rolled him on to his shoulders...arse in the air ....and stuck my tongue in his tight hole. I don't think I've ever experienced anyone have quite that level of spontaneous verbal. I thought rimming him was going to cause him to shoot his load.

Over the next 15 mins or so...he was like putty in my hands..but the verbal exclaiming never stopped. At one point, as i first started to massage his prostate...I thought his eyes were going to pop out.

During a short, brief, breathless hiatus and displaying a peculiar combination of nervousness and desperation, he asked if I'd try to fuck him. Although he had loosened up from my first tongue probing...two fingers were tightly gripped by his hoop so I doubted he'd manage my thicker than average dick. Besides, I had no condoms as he'd told me he wasn't interested in anal sex of any sort...however, not expecting it to get too far, I suggested he sit on top and see how it goes.

Much to my surprise it went better for him, than I expected. He rushed it a bit, but with copious amounts of lube ( he has it for his wife :-/) he did manage to take my whole dick.

The slightest movement from me was too much for him, but he seemed to enjoy just sitting there for a short while, with me, balls deep.

Quite suddenly, he dismounted..threw himself on the bed and insisted i cum on his cock and balls. I wasn't quite ready to shoot a load..but in response to his request I stood over him..cock in hand and proceeded to wank myself off.

As he lay below me, paying attention to his own rigid member...it didn't take long before I felt the familiar sensation of ejaculate being moments away from spewing forth and splattering on the body of this anonymous man staring up at me.

With my usual vocal fanfare I soon completed the process of jettisoning my man juices into the air, before dropping to my knees to one side of him, in order to rub my still warm jizz into his body and balls as he completed his own masturbation. As I did so, he gruffly murmured "In my arse. I want it in my arse". So, dutifully, I took some of my produce and used it to finger inside his arse,..once again stroking his prostate. As he convulsed...with his spare arm he reached up, grabbed my head and pulled it towards his face. With renewed, desperate like vigor, he kissed me with a passion equal to his frantic wanking. It was only a matter of seconds before he pulled my face even tighter in to his and effectively exhaled his loud, orgasmic moans, loose into my mouth...filling my lungs with his breath as he shot whatever load he had ( it was semi dark now..even when i could look, i couldn't really see much)

As he started to relax...the "moment" clearly over, I removed my finger from his anus and my face from his. With one swift movement, he rolled sideways to the edge of the bed, stood up, and then leaned forward again, on to the bed.

" Jesus fuck, i wasn't expecting that" he said ...3 or 4 times, in a Welsh accent i hadn't picked up on before. Then he virtually staggered to the bathroom...lurching forward like he could hardly walk. Hmmm,-)

He showered ..leaving me to ...well...to tidy up!

The whole thing lasted some 25 minutes. It wasn't that great, but enjoyable for what it was.

When done with the shower, he returned to being the nervous chap i met at the door. He didn't say so, but he clearly wanted me out. It wasn't an issue...but as he opened the door, he looked at me and said, "You will come again wont you?"

"Of course" I replied..though if the truth me known...I'm not sure what a 2nd meeting would have to offer. We'll see.