Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2008 15:59:23 -0500
From: crim <leftleaningliberal@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Strange Evening: Charles

	My former wife had always thought that I was a little too ?girly?
for her. It?s not like she didn?t know that at 5?10? and 140 lb. that I was
not a little on the slim side, but it was that I had blond, longish hair
and blue eyes that disturbed her. My 7? cock was, according to her the only
manly thing about me.

	After our divorce, I began to explore all of my options for a
social life and a customer in the uniform business suggested that I come
out with him some night.

	Charles, the customer, was about 6?3? and looked like the college
football player that he had been. He was single and despite his athletic
good looks seemed satisfied to ?run the streets?.

	I agreed to go out for a ?business? dinner and we met at a local
steak house and enjoyed a good dinner along with a nice bottle of
cabernet. As we were getting ready to leave, Charles asked if I wanted to
go out to a club he liked and since it was Thursday and I intended to work
from home the next day, I said sure.

	We dropped my car at my condo and I rode with him to Phil?s Sports
Place. I know of the bar, but had never been, so I was pleased. As we
entered, I saw that it looked like any other sports bar except with nicer
TV screens. It was then that I noticed that there were mostly men and the
few women that were there were paired with each other. I looked at Charles
and he just smiled, put his arm around my shoulder in the child pal manner
and escorted me over to a table.

	As we sat, the waiter came over and Charles order Jack Daniels for
him and Johnny Walker for me?he knew my preference from other business
situations. I turned to Charles and asked, ?Is this bar . . . ?? and before
I could complete the question, he nodded and asked if it was ok. I just
looked around, smiled and said yes.

	Charles seemed to relax and we sat back and talked. After about an
hour or so, we left and went to another ?after hours? place a couple of
blocks away. When we entered here, the atmosphere was much different. The
patronage was the same, but the lights were low and the music soft. Many of
the people were paired off and some were dancing on the dimly lit dance
floor.

	After ordering drinks, Charles took my hand and led me to the dance
floor. After my initial, ?Am I ready for this?? reaction, I moved into his
arms and let him lead. We danced for several songs with me becoming more
comfortable and my head coming to his shoulder. As we danced, Charles
placed a couple of fingers under my chin and raised my face to his with us
kissing, first lightly and then with more and more intensity. As we moved
to our table, I was almost breathless and more excited than I had been
since the honeymoon of my ill-fated marriage.

	A few more dances, a lot more kissing and some serious ?belly
rubbing? led us to leaving. Charles drove me to my condo. As we were
riding, I decided that I wanted to see where this evening might go, so I
invited Charles to come in.

	Entering the apartment, I turned to Charles after closing the door
and he grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me with a passion unlike
anything I had felt before. He pulled back and said that he knew I was
ready to change my life. All I could do was nod yes with my eyes boring
into his. He smiled and said that he would take care of me.

	Placing his hands on my chest, he pulled my shirt over my head and
began to rub my nipples. I could only moan. At that he put his hands on my
shoulders and with him applying only slight pressure, I sank to my knees. I
knew that I would do the expected, but I looked up to see Charles smile
down and nod slightly. As I unzipped his jeans, I wondered to myself if
this was where I had always wanted to be. Pulling Charles? jeans off along
with his boxers, I marveled at the 7? cock that stood before me. Taking a
deep breath, I reached out with my hand and grasped the base and began to
pull him closer to my mouth. With my now dripping tongue, I licked his cock
head and with that act knew that I would go wherever this experience might
lead.

	With Charles instructing me, I began by licking his cock like an
ice cream cone and then sucked his shaven balls like there was caramel
inside. The whole experience had my cock so hard that I thought it would
rip through my pants. The more I licked and sucked the more I wanted, I
moaned and with begging eyes asked for Charles to complete my experience. I
worked at taking him deep into my mouth and while I was not on this first
try able to take all of his cock down my throat, I did succeed in taking
about 5 inches and was after some time rewarded with him exploding in my
mouth. I was shocked at the explosion, but was too hot and excited to react
in any way other than to swallow. His cum tasted sort of bittersweet, but
was not offensive and seemed to be just the answer to my desires, or, at
least what I desired then.

	Unfortunately, for me, I exploded in my pants when he exploded in
my mouth. Charles looked down at me and it was like he knew.

	Charles lifted me to a standing position and kissed me deeply,
obviously tasting himself on and in my mouth. He then stripped his
remaining clothes off and then mine. He took my hand and led us both to the
shower. We lathered each other and ?played? in the shower until it began to
run cold.

	We left the shower, dried each other off and moved to the bed.

	Charles called his work and left a message that he would not be in
until Monday, looked at me, took me into his arms and pulled me on top of
him.

	I did not know where the days from Friday through Sunday would take
me, but I was ready to see. That has been 3 years ago and the changes
phenomenal.