Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 10:00:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Utopia

Some guys my age will know what I am saying when I mention about loneliness
and what it can do to a guy.

In my case losing my wife after 30 years of marriage was a real shock and I
felt then I could never find another like her.

And anyway I did not want the commitment of another deep relationship.

But to be frank the sexual urge was still there and I had to live with it
for nigh on seven years because during that time my wife had developed
cancer which meant that her sex drive was virtually gone, it had never ever
occurred to me about linking up with another guy but then I had never had
reason to explore my sexual leanings; having been quite happy with my wife
until the illness set in.

But since I was being both logical and practical in coming to the
conclusion that a male sexual relationship would not incur too much
commitment if it was arranged on a strictly casual and mutual basis,
perhaps someone of my own disposition, who like me missed the pleasure of
sex and the like..

I took to sitting in the local park thinking that maybe another guy would
join me and we might get talking which would go onto other things and
... well you know how it is..

My fantasies were beginning to run away with me, how it would be with
another guy and wishing it would be soon. I certainly didn't fancy hanging
around the gents toilets and I could not imagine myself as being a `toilet
basher' if you know what I mean.

I wanted sex but I also wanted some sort of companionship not just a
quickie in a toilet cubicle and taking a risk of being caught with my
trousers down.

But they say patience is a virtue and one day, with the help of the Utopia
chat room online, I was able at last to arrange a meeting with a guy ten
years younger called Ron who actually turned up. Not like a dozen others
who said they would and didn't. How infuriating is that. But talking about
it to Ron he replied that they were of no use anyway and weren't worth
bothering about.

He was a nice guy and we soon got on very well. I introduced myself as Pete
and pout my cards on the table, so if he wanted to opt out he could. But
happily he told me he had often wondered how it would be with another guy,
a guy who understood and was not about dump him after a first encounter.

"Shall we try then Ron?" I asked having chatted with him for about an hour
on the park bench about our life and where we were right now, he was
widowed too but for a different reason, his Mrs being killed in a car
accident.

It is difficult to explain just how I felt that first time I took Ron home
to my place. Just the feeling of that first time we ventured to explore our
inner feelings with each other, just standing there facing each other.
Looking into each others eyes was magic and I felt a certain kind of
enchantment I could never have understood before. Funny thing it turned out
we both had similar expectations of each other and he said he fantasised
too.  Telling me he had dreamed of how it would be touching another guy,
that he had never done that before.

"And doesn't it feel so good that at last we have met on a mutual
understanding and we can both cherish the experience together, for neither
have I touched another guy, so I guess we ought to do something about it?"
I said feeling my groin start to throb.

It seemed right, with me being the host I should let my trousers down
first, in such a way to make it really thrilling and meaningful. Looking
into Ron's eyes they were all of a sparkle as I did so and having dropped
my trousers to my knees I asked him if he'd like me to go further.

He simply looked up as me and then down again helping me down with my boxer
shorts. Then he did the same and there were;, facing each other with half
mast erections still feeling a little unsure of the other's reaction.

But I had to go for it I really did, all my fantasies were coming true and
there I was at last, having the opportunity to touch Ron there and how good
it was. Certainly you can't compare it with touching your own and gently
massaging it in my right hand I enjoyed the feel of it, the way it soon
started to grow and stiffen, so warm and flexible too.

"That is so nice, Pete" Ron said with his eyes half closed, the look of
absolute ecstasy on his face as he felt me too, it felt lovely - having
been without for so long, it was all coming back to me how my sweet late
wife enjoyed touching and sucking me before we made ecstatic love, but this
was different and the thrill of the new venture made it so special for both
of us as we ventured into wanking each other, teasing each other,
stretching back, cradling balls and eventually feeling his fingers find my
ass.

"Can I suck you now, Pete" he asked so sweetly and I closed my eyes as I
said yes and waited for that first feeling of being sucked by another guy,
knowing that it would all lead to my sucking him and the thought of that
was so absolutely thrilling and magic, I longed for that now as I felt him
rough suck my cock for all he was worth and it didn't take long for me to
move into position so we could simply enjoy a very deep wanking cock suck
of each other, his cock tasting so wonderfully earthy and pungent and we
must have both lost control of ourselves in a lusty frenzy as we sucked
each other until we both cum strong. I had a mouthful of his cream and he
milked mime to shoot over his face, feeling him still licking my p-hole
afterwards which was so very sensitive and warming.

We both lay there afterwards exhausted , we both agreed it was so very good
and Ron told me he loved the taste and scent of my cock, taking another
swill of it like he couldn't resist making me hard again to my surprise,
because I thought I was satisfied, but with Ron it was like I was learning
all over again and I longed for the feel of him explore my ass and between,
like it was the most natural follow on after that which we had done.

We talked a while about it, he said he would love to if that was fine with
me/ "More than fine" I said, "I want that ver6y much.

"You have a lovely ass to be sure, I really would like to go further Pate."
"Then be my guest I shall be what you want me to be."

And I was, Ron said he would like to see me in a tight skirt like his wife
wore, it would bring back so many happy memories, if that was alright, he
said.

"But Won't be able to hide the fact that I am male" I replied laughingly

He showed me how he did it, hiding my cock and balls in a sort of sling
fastened up with elastic against my tummy as I bend over on all fours,
displaying my `pussy' substitute between my cheeks, he was well happy with
that and I enjoyed the most elaborate and gentle slow spoiling, feeling his
tongue an d fingers stretching my ass cheeks wide. And then the simply
wonderful and sexual feeing of his tongue piercing my hole, sucking and
licking and murmuring I guess how he used to with his wife, just how sweet
like honey my pussy was and soon I would feel his fuck inside.

"I want that!" I yelled prompting hi to take me, grasping his lovely thick
girth and pulling it's head towards my hole, already feeling the urge to be
well and truly ass fucked by this wonderful guy.  Then he fucked me, it was
so divine that first time, the way he did it like he was a natural, to
think it was his first time too, it was simply lovely as he worked it into
me, hearing his moans as he started to slow thrust it into me, hearing the
wonderful noised of cock fucking asshole as we both submerged into a
perfect fuck.

That first time with Ron set a precedence for lots and lots more, we were
to have loads of role play session too and with Ron it was always
different, fresh and new.