Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2011 20:43:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: norristownguy11@yahoo.com
Subject: "Is it You?"

I'm not always in the mood to have sex with other men, but when I get in
the mood, it hits me pretty hard.  I'm a thirty-one year old guy living in
Norristown, Pennsylvania, and as far as all my friends know, I'm a straight
guy.  I love women, but sometimes I really want the feelings that only
another man can give me.  My taste has always run toward older, masculine
men, and so sometimes I have used Silver Daddies to try to find someone
local.  I suppose you'd classify me as a bi-closeted guy, although I love
kissing and intimacy -- yes, with men - more than most that fall into
that type.  I'm 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, solid with a bit of extra weight
from working in an office, with green eyes and brown hair, of mixed
European ancestry.

I was online last night, and noticed a guy from a town only five miles
away, so I thought I'd take a shot.  We got to chatting, and I asked him
about what he liked to do, and if he'd met anyone from the site.  He
replied that he liked to play around in the woods, and that he'd met a guy
from the site.

"I took a guy out in my SUV one time, and we went out to a quiet spot in
the woods.  The whole way he gave me road head, and it was so hot having my
dick in his mouth while I drove to the back roads.  I led him back in the
woods, and we sucked each other, before I mounted him and fucked his tight
ass.  It was incredible."

As he started to describe it, it gave me a feeling of déjà vu. ..

 Two years ago, I found myself on the same website, extremely horny and
with some time to kill.  It was an evening in May, and I felt an intense
desire to have sex with an older, masculine man; perhaps the springtime had
something to do with it.  I hadn't been with a guy in months, and really
needed to release some stress and cut loose.  I got to chatting with a guy,
who said he was free, but neither of us could host; I had straight
roommates, while I suspected he was married, although he wouldn't say, and
I didn't ask directly.  He suggested we meet up at a pharmacy not too far
from my house, and that from there he know some secluded spots.  It was
after dark, and great weather, if a bit chilly after the sun went down.

He got to the parking lot before I did, so I drove through slowly and he
waved.  I parked next to his SUV and hopped inside.  He seemed as he had
described himself: early forties, a masculine white guy, moustache, about
the same height and weight as me.  He pulled out and headed down some back
roads that I wasn't familiar with.  We chatted as he drove, and he rubbed
my thigh, so I did the same.  He squirmed a bit as I rubbed him, so that
his rapidly growing bulge would brush against my hand.  Quickly, I went
from rubbing his thigh to his package itself, feeling it grow harder
through his jeans, rubbing the outline of his dick.

We got to a straight part of the road (ironic, really), and he asked me to
take the wheel; I did, and he used both hands to undo his pants and pull
them down, letting his hard cock spring free; he was going commando.  It
was a beautiful cock, thick, about 7 ½ inches and hard as a rock, with
trimmed pubes and nice balls underneath.  He took the wheel back, and asked
if I wanted to give some road head.  I hadn't in years, and decided to go
for it.

I took off my glasses and my seatbelt, and lowered my face.  He moved his
seat back a bit, and groaned as my lips met his cock. Up close, it was even
better; he had a masculine smell, but clean.  I licked him a few times, and
then wrapped my lips around his cock and took it slowly into my mouth.
I've been with men enough to know how to please, but deep-throating is
beyond me; still, I gave it my best shot, and he drove with one hand on the
wheel, and one hand pushing my head up and down.  He moaned a bit, calling
me baby, telling me he loved my mouth, asked if I loved his cock.

After a while doing this, he told me to stop, and he parked on the side of
the road, where the shoulder was extra-wide.  It looked like a walking
trail was down a bit from where we parked, but it was hard to tell in the
dark.  He pulled up his pants, and got out, and I followed him.  We went
about fifteen feet into the woods, not really that far, but given the
trees, the remote back road, and it being dark, I felt safe enough to play,
but still exposed enough that it was extra hot.

He dropped his pants and asked me to get back to what I was doing, so I
kneeled down and got to work.  Without the steering wheel in the way,
things were much better.  I did my best to please him, looking up as I
worked his dick, licking, stroking, sucking, rubbing that cock all over my
face, letting him smack me with it.  I sucked on his balls, and smeared his
pre-cum on my lips.  He pulled me up after a time, grabbed me and kissed me
hard on the mouth, his soft, wet tongue pushing right into mine.  I was
rock hard, and he felt me, and stripped off my pants and boxers.  My cock,
six inches, cut, and hard, was free.

I wasn't sure how this encounter was going to go, as we'd mostly discussed
me sucking him, so I was pleasantly surprised when he took my whole cock
into his mouth and started to give me a fantastic blowjob.  I began to moan
softly, and even more when he started to rub and finger my ass while he
sucked me.  I could tell that really turned him on, and we both loving it.

After sucking me for a time, he stood me up again, and turned me around,
kissing my neck , pulling me close to him, and not unintentionally I'm
sure, rubbing his wet, hard cock against my ass.  This was going farther
than I expected, but I can't say I was upset about it.  I hadn't been
fucked by another man in a long time, and if he wanted me, then I wanted
him to have me.  As he kissed me and held me, he started to work his cock
against me, and I knew what he wanted.  He could tell I was getting turned
on, and asked if I wanted his dick, to which I only moaned.

He pushed me forward a few steps to a tree, and told me to bend over and
put my hands against it; as I did so, and exposed myself, he was rubbing
spit on his cock.  I was worried, as I knew I was going to be really tight,
and he was wielding a thick cock, beautiful but probably too big to go in
me without lubrication.  Then again, unless I stopped him, he was going to
try.

I let him give it a shot.  I arched my back and tried to give him an angle,
and he made contact, and began to push, but I was too tight.  He spit on
his hand and fingered me, and tried again, but still couldn't get in.  I
thought he was going to give up, but he tried one more time, and I felt him
"pop" into me.  I was expecting to feel quite a bit of pain, but to my
surprise, it was just a sharp pinch, and then the usual fullness.  He
moaned, telling me how tight I was, rubbing my shoulders, and slowly
started giving me more, and more, until I felt his trimmed pubes up against
me.  It had started to lightly drizzle, a cool spring rain dropping on us
as we fucked like animals.

He kissed my neck, calling me baby, asking if I liked him inside me.  He
knew I did, and bent me over so he could begin fucking me.  Slowly at
first, then faster, and harder, he really started to give it to me.  Slap,
slap, slap, our bodies coming together, those balls swinging into me, the
bark digging into my hands, him grunting... it was hot, and happening so
fast.

I wanted it to go on and on, but of course, all good things must end, and
before I realized that I should really not let it get that far, he started
ramming me and really grunting, and I knew what was going to happen: he was
going to fill me with his cum.  My whole life, the rare times I'd given in
my urges and played with men, I'd been safe, even when I'd found a
"regular" buddy.  For some reason, this time,I caved to my primal urges,
and bucked myself against him, stroking my dick.  I knew that I was going
to make him cum, and that made me so hot that I started to cum myself, jets
of cum blasted out of me, my legs started to buckle, and then he started to
cum for me.  The animal noises he made were so hot as his cock pulsed deep,
deep inside me, and he held it there, shuddering, cumming.  He'd pushed
himself all the way into me when he came, and stayed there for some time,
stroking me and kissing me, before pulling out.  I didn't really know what
to do, so I kept myself clenched and pulled up my pants and boxers.

We got back in the SUV and chatted on the way back, and talked about
meeting up again.  I got back in my car, and drove him, acutely aware of a
growing wet spot under my butt.  I went home, said hi to the roommates,
went right to the upstairs bathroom, and felt his seed come out of me,
slowly.  There was so much, I couldn't believe it.

The encounter remained one of my favorites, a go-to when I jerked off.
There was something about the whole thing that felt primal, the way I gave
myself to him, how much I enjoyed knowing what my body was doing to him.  I
often hoped we'd connect again...

"That's a hot story.  You've changed your name on here a few times, haven't
you?"

"I have, why do you ask?"

"Did you meet this guy at a Walgreens?"

"Oh my God, is it you?"

What are the chances, right?  We're going to get together again next
week...

This is a true story, and my first for Nifty.  I'd love to hear feedback!
norristownguy11@yahoo.com