Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 03:53:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Dare You

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I'm a married guy. Not proud that I've got a thing for guys but I've come
to realize it's not going away. My experience has been getting random BJs
from gay guys on hook ups set up on social networks. And ya, I've taken a
few turns on my knees. But I had never been with the same person twice.
Till now.  Here's what happened.

The first time we met up was a result of an ad I saw on CL. Divorced white
male looking for some male bonding time, mild to wild. Late 30s, blonde,
good looking, gym-junkie.  I bit cuz other than divorced and blond he
sounded just like me. We exchanged a lot of emails talking about what we
were looking for and even a little about our lives. Cool guy. We exchanged
pics so we knew we weren't fake. So by the time I actually went there I
felt like I knew him pretty well. The first time I went to his place, which
was way the fuck out in the country, we had a good time. Did stuff I never
did before (making out with a guy, fingering a dudes ass, rimming) and it
was good but it was a lot. I mean it was like I went from 4th grade to grad
school. I kinda swore off doing stuff like that just cuz I didn't want it
to take over my live, because as hot as it was it definitely had that
potential haha. So I didn't contact him for several months. But I couldn't
get it out of my head. Really good guy, good looking, nice body, killer
ass, and most important I could relate to him. That for some reason was a
big deal to me. So after all those months I emailed him to see if he wanted
to get together again. He was like ya definitely. So we went back and forth
on when we'd both be available. Our schedules made it tough. We finally
agreed that on a designated morning, we'd both skip the gym and instead
meet at his house and shower together. The closer we got to the day the
more amped I got. I texted him the day before and said, "Do you have the
balls to come to the door naked when I get there tomorrow?".  May have been
a reach but he didn't seem like the type to have a lot of inhibition and
besides, from what I remember he didn't have a lot of neighbors either. So
he sends me a text back saying, "Ya.  Do you?".  Gulp.  I texted him back
and said, "uh...I'd love to but I'm not into being arrested."  He came back
with, "Did you forget where I live? There's only a couple houses on my
street.  I'm the last one. No one can see you once you pull into my
driveway. Leave your clothes in the car and walk up my door naked. It'll be
hot."  I thought about it. He was right. But still, it was kinda a scary
idea and besides it was going to be about 35 degrees.  I texted him back,
"lemme think about it" to which he replied, "I dare you."

The next morning as I drove to his house I thought about the dare. I gave
myself about a 10% chance of actually doing it. But I thought to myself `if
I actually do this, the second I get in that house I'm gonna make that
sonofabitch get on his knees and suck me hahaha'.  As I approached his
street I decided not to go thru with the dare.  I'll strut up to the door
fully clothed and he'll be naked.  It'll be cool.  But as I turned onto his
road I passed one house...then another...then another.  They were all
getting smaller in the rear view mirror and I realized damn, he's
right. His house is at the end of the street and almost totally secluded.
I took off my shoes.  His house came into view. I took off my socks (not
easy while driving a car btw haha).  I saw his porch light on. I slid off
my pants. Christ am I really gonna do this? I slid off my tighties and
pulled in the driveway.  I started taking off my shirt and saw the porch
light go off.  Good.  Too much light is bad haha.  I put my shoes back on
(I have no idea why, just seemed like the thing to do) and it hit me –
I'm bare fuckin naked in my car in a dudes driveway.  Ok.  Here we go.  As
I was about to open the car door I saw his front door open.  There was a
light on somewhere behind him so all I could see was his silhouette, but he
was definitely naked. Definitely. I opened the car door, walked out, naked
as the day I was born, walking up the front sidewalk, wide open to the
whole fuckin world, looking at a one-man welcoming committee at the door
wearing a smirk and a semi hardon. I don't even remember noticing the cold.
I think I was going on adrenaline. It was a total rush.  Guys like me don't
do this shit, at least not after sophomore year in college haha. Step into
the house. Door closed behind me and there we were.  Actually once the door
closed I noticed I let out a huge exhale.  He asked me if I was ok (I was)
and said it was good to see me again (I felt the same way). He grabbed my
dick and gave it a firm, good natured tug.  I forgot how good a man's grip
felt on my cock. We spent a couple minutes making out in his foyer. And
before I had a chance to initiate my get-down-on-yor-knees-and-suck-my-cock
plan, he dropped to his knees and took my stiffie in his mouth. There I
was, still a little cold, but warming up watching this guy sucking my cock
right in his doorway. I love a man who knows what he wants and goes for
it. After a few minutes he got up and asked me if I was ready to go
upstairs. I told him, "not quite". I turned him around so his back was to
me. I already knew he liked sucking my dick. But I wanted to find out how
willing he really was. Once his back was to me I wrapped my arms around
him, drew him closer to me, and buried my stiff cock deep in his crack, not
penetrating, but just seeing how he reacted to my cock knocking at the
door. I heard him moan a little and I reached down and felt his cock. Stiff
as a board.  I had my answer. I turned him around, smiled and said, "I'm
VERY ready to go upstairs."

We went right to his bathroom and grabbed a shower. He had a single candle
lit.  I was pretty impressed. For a masculine guy, deep voice, not a fem
bone in his body, he had a little romantic side in him. We lathered each
other up, made out a little, and he sucked me a little too (damn I like his
style!). When we dried off we went right to the bed. I laid on my back, he
crawled on top of me. Making out and a lot of oral in a lot of positions. I
didn't mind returning the favor. He had a really nice cock.  I knew at one
point he brought out some lube. Smelled minty and nice. But I was too
wrapped up in his mouth and dick to really think about it. After a bit he
crawled up and sat on top of me, facing me. I felt him working my cock and
his hand sliding all over it. Then he positioned his ass right over my
dick, held my dick firm in his hand, and lowered himself on. I had never
fucked a guy. Never really wanted to. But I was caught up in the
moment. And it felt so fucking good!!!! With one good thrust I was in
him. Deep in him. I looked him in the eye and his face was
like...idk...never saw that expression on a dudes face before. He was
literally moving his ass up and down on my cock. Then he stopped and I went
to work. I started bucking my hips like they were on fire haha, slamming my
cock in his ass. He was taking it and loving it. Truth is I didn't last
long. I guess I was over excited. I blew after a couple minutes right in
his ass. He rolled off me and laid on the bed next to me, side by side. I
was partially in afterglow and partially in disbelief. I JUST FUCKED A GUY
AND CREAMED IN HIS ASS! But I figured I should do something. I rolled over
and I started kissing him. It felt right. He just let me pulverize his
ass. Then I went down and started blowing him. To be honest, on my way to
his house, I thought to myself that I think I really want to try eating his
load. But after sucking him a bit I came up for air and his right hand took
over. I know to gay guys this probably won't seem very exciting, but laying
there watching another man pound his meat, something that till recently I
thought was a purely on-yor-own-alone kinda thing, it was amazing. A naked
man. Laying in front of me. With his bone right there for me to see. Not to
mention that I'd just been INSIDE him! Amazing. He started shooting
cum. Part of me wanted to dive in and lick the cream from his belly.  But I
was spent. We got up and went in the shower again and rinsed off. When I
got out all of a sudden I realized SHIT, I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOHTES.  They
were in the car. He put on a pair of black boxer briefs and went out to get
them. Came back in and instead of running for the door we hung out and
chatted a bit. About fatherhood, work, and sex. It was a nice change for my
normal blow and go.  On the way to work I thought `oh crap the #1 reason I
went there was to eat that crazy hot ass of his and I never did that", so I
texted him and told him so haha. He replied, "then don't make it 9 months
before you come back again."  Deal.