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Close Encounters of the Second Time. The First Sec

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Close Encounters of the Second Time. The First SecIt had been three weeks, maybe a month, after my first ever hot encounter with another guy.He had been John, a lovely guy whose tenderness and patience made my first time so memorable and horny, unlike the hurried amateur teenage fumblings of my first sex with an equally inexperienced and gauche girl so many years before.I was still married, and opportunities to meet up with guys were, well, practically nonexistent.I usually didn’t have a place. And if I had a place then I didn’t have the time. It was frustrating but not unforseen. I thought I was bearing it stoically enough, but that didn’t ease the frustration.Then serendipity! Events colluded to give me maybe a brief opportunity to find fun.My wife had to visit an ill friend or relative (I forget which) on a Sunday. She would be gone until late night.At that time my best friend, who had no idea of my burgeoning secret life – and still doesn’t, had taken his wife to Spain for a fortnight’s holiday.I had the keys to his house in case of something happening while they were away.But mainly it was to collect any letters and bills that might be stuffed through the letterbox and stop them obviously piling up and, most importantly, to pop round every couple of days to feed his pride and joy, his goddamn tropical fish. Long detailed and, i thought, rather patronising, instructions were left for me so that I wouldn’t fuck the task up and accidentally kill his beautiful watery babies.So I had a place and a time at last!I was still active on the hook up site where I met John from.And was in contact with a few guys, as you are on those places. But as I wasnt getting much free time, the offers were not as plentiful as they were originally and I couldn’t really offer much to others. Nevertheless there were a few i was still in pretty regular contact with.When I learnt of my Sunday free, I put out the word that I was available for a meet. Even though my wife was away, my place was not viable as the next door neighbours on both sides never miss a thing and word of any visitors was bound to reach my missus.I waited for the influx of guys messaging me, all eager to feast on my aging delights.And I waited.And waited.Oh come on! For fucks sake!When I first joined the site up you couldn’t move for pings of guys wanting me to take them in various ways or orifices or vice versa.And I wasn’t even looking for men then!I had since moved exclusively to the gay and bisexual part of the site and things seemed to have settled somewhat.By the Saturday evening I still hadn’t anything sorted. Though to be fair I had been busy most of that day and the Friday with other more mundane business and maybe hadn’t put the effort into finding someone like I should.So I sat looking at the screen pinged a few guys that I thought might be interested and sat, glumly, waiting.”I will hook up with the first guy that gets back to me” I thought to myself, with all the delusion of a man who thinks he is going to have any choice.Miracle of miracles, a ping back!It was from some guy called Dan. He wasnt one of the guys I knew on there. A quick check on his pendik escort profile before I replied, didn’t show much. It appeared he had only been on there a few days and wanted to experiment. Well there wasnt anything else so I replied to him.A few messages back and forth to feel each other out before we met and actually felt each other out. So we set a time for around lunch that next day. I would contact him with the address when I got to may mates house and checked the coast was clear. I didn’t tell him that the hoouse was empty I acted as if it were mine.I had just sent the message to Dan confirming the meet when, what was this?!Another ping!This one from a guy called Ronni.Now this was one of the guys I had pinged. In fact it was the one guy that, in all honesty, I really wanted and hoped to hook up with.We had messaged each other a lot at first and seemed to be certain for a meet when it fell through his end. We had already exchanged phone numbers and even gone as far as swappig face pics just prior to the aborted meet at his place. Even though we hadnt met we had still since had quite a few really hot and horny calls with each other over the phone. He was a gay guy who told me he wanted to suck cock all day long, and I was more than willing to let him put a few hours in on me. His message said he had a couple of hours over lunch free on Sunday if I wanted to come round.Shit! This was the same time as my meet with the mysterious Dan!I replied back asking if maybe i could come round later that afternoon as I already had something arranged.I wasnt sure if I was up for two encounters in one day, but for Ronni I was willing to at least try.An hour or so with Dan, that would give me till about half one, a bit later perhaps, then a taxi to Ronnis, I’d get there about two, half past maybe, it would be tight.Bugger! His reply said no, his parents would be coming over for dinner later that afternoon about three. It was too close to call.Shit! this was a blow!Well I suppose I could cancel with Dan. I felt bad about it, he seemed to be a newish guy at it, like myself, just trying to find his way and figure it all out. And it would have been nice to be the guide, the teacher, for once. Even though that teacher was only one lesson in front of the pupil, like the proverbial piano tutor.I was about to contact Dan when Ronni pinged me again. Look dont worry about tomorrow, he said, go enjoy yourself and we will hook up soon somehow. It will be all the hornier for the wait, he said.Well, that was nice, but it didn’t really lessen my disappointment. Sadly I replied thanking him for his understanding.Well this made tomorrows hook up with Dan all the more, well, desperate.The morning came, my wife departed, taking our only car and leaving me reliant on taxis or buses. Not a big deal, I knew that was going to happen.I showered, shaved and tarted myself up and raided my meagre bland wardrobe for the most stylish of my clothes. And ‘stylish’ is a very relative word in this case.Lets just say that if you take the ‘y’, ‘l’ and one ‘s’ out of ‘stylish’ and rearrange whats left, it would be an accurate description of my attire.Suitably escort pendik claesed and nearly suitably clothed I phoned a taxi to take me to my mates house.I got there an hour earlier so that I could do my fishy chores and also to put the heating on, turn on the TV and generally make the place look occupied as if it were my gaff.You can probably see where this is going. I hadn’t really thought things through, had I?The place was ready, I texted Dan with the address. He replied he’d be there in about 15 minutes.I hadn’t a clue what he looked like or what to expect. The nerves were kicking in and I was getting more than a little remorse.I heard a car pull up outside, I looked out the window as a man got out of the car and my heart sank.He was about 5foot 6 and weedy. He looked as if he would blow over in a breeze. Well okay, I’m no adonis myself, so who am I to be fussy. Alright, I thought, its a bad start but its still a start.Then he gave the house a long stare. He hadnt noticed me peeking through the blinds. Im a working class fella and grew up with some rough around the edges types and a few who went over the edges and all the way.I knew a scrote casing a place when I saw it.And I was watching it now.And I knew a ‘skiprat’ when I saw one too.This was getting bad.He rang the bell. I steadied myself and thought, ‘Well, youve come this far now, youre going to have to make the most of it, just be careful.’I answered the door, he moved to come in, “Look we’ll have to be quick I’ve somewhere to go,” he said and pushed past.Not so much as a hello or smile. And another thing I realised was that he has certaily done this before.I quickly ushered him into the living room and closed the blinds.As i turned round he already had his flies open and his cock, hard and stiff, was in his right hand.I moved close and went to kiss him.He baulked, drew his head back, “Ach! I don’t do that shite!” he spat, “I’m not a fruit!”‘Well circumstances suggest otherwise’ I thought.By now anger was rising in me.Kissing is a bit of a deal breaker for me. I do so love it, its a major part of the fun.Although his cock did look delicious and I felt my own stiffen while looking at it.So I kept my thoughts to myself. I wrapped my hand on his dick and undid the button on his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He flicked back the bottom corners of his jacket (he hadn’t taken it off, the rude fucker) and sat on the couch while I knelt and went to work on his nice shaft.I could tell this wasn’t going to take long, and the anticipation of having him suck me off after was a little boost that made my own dick twitch with excitement.He started to rummage about in his jacket pocket and hurriedly brought out a small bottle of poppers, unscrewed the lid and sniffed hungrily hard up each nostril. Then replace the cap and shoved it back into his pocket.He looked down and saw me glance up while flicking my tongue over his glans.”You want some?” he rather reluctantly offered. I quickly shook my head a little and concentrated on working on his shaft so that he would go off and I could get my turn.Sure enough within seconds he arched a little.He pendik escort bayan quickly scrabble up the front of his tee shirt exposing a skinny torso. “Let me cum on my belly!” he demanded.I took my head away, rather relieved to escape this fuckwit’s juice in my mouth, and pointed it against his scrawnt frame and wanked it once or twice as he jizzed over himself with a loud rasping gasp.I handed him a pack of wet wipes I had bought for such a contingency froom the coffee table and as he stood to wipe himself down I started to unbutton my own jeans to free my own stiffening rod.”What are you doing? i’m not sucking off you!” he sneered “Thats for queers. I have to go somewhere.”I snapped.The nerves, anger and frustration and a litte horniness welled over.One of the things keeping me going through all of this was the thought of righteously skull fucking this weedy little cocksocket to oblivion afterward and seeing my jizz dribble down that boney chin.I’m not a violent man and never had been. I’m not particularly big but I’m burly enough and had an upbringing that meant that I dont usually get messed with.And on the few occasions in my far off youth when a few violent sc****s were inevitable, I usually emerged uns**thed through the clever tactic of running as fast as I can in the other direction. That said, on the two or three occasions were I had to get physical I gave a reasonable though not spectacular account of myself.My latent cowardice was not known to Dan though. All he saw was an angry biggerguy who was easily capable of throwong him through a window. He might have had a decade or so on me, but I had a good few inches (in height anyway) and a good few more pounds on him.I knew that, angry enough, I would easily win in a fight. Providing he didn’t whip out a knife or anything. Something I very stupidly never considered at that time.Well the upshot was that I had him by the throat.I had no idea what to do now. he could have fought back, but i think I had found an even bigger coward than myself. I saw his eye widen i fright and he rasped out, “Okay, okay! I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”It took me moments to realise that he was agreeing to suck me off.I had forgotten that I was standing doing all this with dick in the breeze, so to speak.Well I wasn’t hard. I wanted none of that. I just wanted this fuckstick out of my….well, my mates, house as soon as fucking possible.I released him, and with the natural bravado of a coward confronted with a bigger more scared coward issued dire threats about what I would do to him if I ever saw him around my (ha ha) house again!He bolted out and slammed the front door.I heard his car start, rev up and drive quickly off.Thankfully he didn’t seem to make a scene that would have alerted any neighbours. Though I think my hold on his throat may have quieted his voice a bit.The enormity of what had just hapened sank in.What if he came back?Oh god, what if he bought mates?!What if he had had a knife? Shit!!! A Knife! I never thought of that! I could be lying bleeding myself out on my mates carpet right now!O sweet jesus! I started shaking as reality dawned.There i was in a place not my own, that might now get down over by lowlifes in some sort of revenge and I STILL HAD A BALLBAG FULL OF UNUSED CUM!What was I going to do?Well, I did the first thing I thought of.I phoned Ronni……..(to be continued)

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