Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 23:02:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: lastu123@yahoo.com
Subject: Older Married Man and Me - Part 1

This is an absolute true story.  We met through a personal ad out there in
webspace, one among the myriad of sex ads and graphical representations of
services offered.  The ad mentioned wanting to be "watched" which
immediately picqued my interest.  Being married and slightly older, again,
caught my eye.  Mentioned being hung small which I also love.  Why wouldn't
I respond?

At this point I should mention that I am a younger asian bisexual male with
a special affection for older married men.  What is it about this genre
that captures us so?  The whole "forbidden fruit" aspect is obvious enough.
But "Mike" is in his mid-50's, around 5'8" and 200lbs.  That is right in my
comfort zone...did I mention that I also have a thing for husky and/or
slightly chubby men?  Mike has a bushy goatee and keeps his hair cut short,
both of which are mostly grey but I wouldn't have it any other way.  I am
slim and have been told that I am "easy on the eyes."

We quickly develop an email rapport and no matter how many times I write
back, he always responds.  So many times, email burnout is sure to occur,
where nothing is decided, but participants just start to fade away.  We
keep at it though and gradually work out way to chatting.  In one of our
first chats, I do recall Mike mentioning that one of his stronger fantasies
involves being jacked off while being fingered.  He immediately regretted
making that statement..."I can't believe I just said that."  Maybe he was
getting comfortable enough with me to speak his mind.

We both offered that a slow seduction is one of our primary fantasies.
Mike has only had a few hand jobs and although he is curious about many
other things, he does not know if they will ever become reality.  There is
something to this, I tell myself.  I decide that it is worth it to pursue
and see where we end up.

I have a incredible desire to explore more male to male sexual experiences.
I was never one to just throw myself into sexual situations so the going is
slow at times but I prefer to work slowly.  "Sex is best with emotions"
someone once said to me.

One evening, we caught each other online and we finally made it happen
albeit on webcam...

He started by rubbing himself through his shorts and I could clearly see a
nice bulge forming.  "I am running my hand along the inside of your
thighs..."  "No no, please, no..."  "Please don't worry Mike, I won't hurt
you..."  "I know but please, my wife.  I'm worried.  No please don't..."  I
move in closer...

"Please remove your shirt Mike.  Let me see your mipples..."  He complies
and also removes his shorts.  I see his roundness and slight man-boobs but
this is not a turn off to me.  On the contrary, I love the natural human
body much moreso than the sculpted one.  His bulge is fully defined now as
we proceed....  "Please no, I just can't!"  "I promise you, I will be
gentle and I would never hurt you.  This will be our little secret Mike..."
The antipication is building I just can't stand it.  I gasp when I finally
get to see his beautifully cut 4.5" cock poke out from the top of his
underwear.  It was quite thick with a perfect mushroom head.  Immediately I
imagined sucking it and told him so.  Mike is so horny by now he gives
in..."anything you want" and breaks out the lube for a better feel.  I know
he is close now so I move in with my tongue and warm breath, on his pubic
hairs, his balls, then onto his perfect cock...  Ooooooohhhhh, seeing his
cum rush out in several large spurts, out and over his knuckles, in a white
cascade and onto the floor was a sight I will not forget.
Aaaaaahhhhh...Quite messy.  Have to go clean now.  See you later....

To be expected in the awkwardness of post-bliss.  It was hot...but
fleeting.

The fun continues and we manage to sneak in another session while his wife
is asleep in the very next room.  How exciting!  Dangerous....

Our fantasies grow stronger and more graphic with each new session.  We
develop a shower fantasy where I rim his clean hole.  He surprised us both
by typing, "I'm going to unload on your face!" right before shooting a huge
load in another session.  Hidden fantasies are revealed as our bond
continues to grow stronger, as more trust is developed, and like peeling
away at an orange, Mike's desires are unlocked for the very first time.
They need to be free and in the open air, fantasies need to breath and be
fostered so they become real.  Now that these fantasies have become shared,
they now become even more real.  I want these things to really happen.

Mike is a dedicated family man and his upbringing strongly conflicts with
his M2M desires.  As is the case more often than not, one day we get to the
root of his male curiosity.  Mike is a abuse-survivor.  As a young boy, he
was in a bad situation and ended up questioning things and blaming himself
for things that were outside of his control.  Now in his 50's, for the
first time in his life, he found the courage to tell someone about it.  He
was comfortable enough to tell me what happened and I gracefully shared his
burden.  It brought a tear to my eye to hear about a scared young boy with
nowhere to turn.  But the boy is now a man, and I told him it was never his
fault.  Our friendship took a giant leap.

Now as I write this nearly 9 months after we first wrote each other, I am
doing everything I can to remember every minute detail of our first meeting
which occurred just over one week ago.  We are afraid it would potentially
change our special relationship but so far, we are working through it
pretty well.  This is what happened that day...

We finally arranged the meeting and decided to meet in a public place at
the mall or someplace similar.  A phone call that morning to confirm did
nothing to shake my confidence in him but boy was I nervous.  But he is
probably 10 times as nervous as I am.  We decide to meet at the beach and
the next thing I new, he was there.  It was time to finally meet!  I walked
up to his car and poked my head in the window.  Immediately I liked what I
saw.  He was wearing a ball cap and dark sunglasses, athletic mesh shorts
(good call), and a tee shirt.  He had a huge fountain drink with him which
he sipped from regularly to ease the dryness in his mouth?  Have any of you
ever been that nervous before?

I slide into the passenger seat and our conversation flows nicely.  He is
doing great.  But he does show me his hand and both of his palms are
completely soaked in sweat!  It must be a side affect of the medication.

I can see the skin on his knee and how it glistened a shiny sheen.  Mike is
a healthy man and loves the warm sun and is horny most of the time.  All
wonderful attributes...  We talk easily about everything, the day is lovely
outside.  I'm not quite sure if we will proceed to anything physical.  But
after an hour or so, I finally mention how nice the skin on his legs look,
all tan and shiny like that.

I ask if I can touch them.  He said "sure."  I am shaking from nerves but I
reach out and start caressing his soft legs.  Then I move up the legs to
his thighs and push back toward his crotch area and lift his shorts
somewhat but I don't go for his cock just yet.  I massage his stomach and
then lift up his shirt a bit and rub his stomach and chest gently just the
way he likes it.  It's noticeable how nervous he is as well because he
keeps blinking really fast.  After awhile, he just closes his eyes and sits
back a bit to enjoy the ride.  I make sure to keep and eye out for people
as they walk by but I'm sure they cannot see us.

By now, I can see a full tent, tugging hard at the fabric of his shorts.  I
move back down to his leg area and work his left leg which is on the far
side away from me.  As I move back across toward me, I brush against his
full tent to get a quick feel.  My heart is racing...  By now I reach
inside for the inside of his leg and it's time to move in and get some cock
action.  I touch his pubes and then his balls and then finally make some
room under his shorts, and get to softly caress his cock.  Lifting his
shorts to get a look, I am not disappointed.  It is a beautifully shaped
cock with a nice proportionate head and shaft, about 4.5 inches long and a
bit thicker than average.  The foreskin is tight which is cool because I am
uncut, this is a nice difference.  I pull down at the waistband to expose
his tool and to let it breath.  I drop some spit into my hand and rub it
into the head to give it that nice slippery feel.  I feel his breathing
start to speed up and the excitement is building.

All this at the beach boardwalk is pretty risky.  When I offer to put real
lube on and jack him off good, he offers to go somewhere else.  So for the
next 45 minutes, we drive around looking for a spot.  It's a comedy of
errors as we look and drive, look and drive.  We are both such rookies, we
don't know what we are doing.

Finally we just turn into a commercial building parking lot and find a
spot.  It seems like most everyone is done with lunch now and back to work.
Since we backed into a spot, Mike put up the sun shades to block view from
the front and we quickly try to make up for lost time.  I ask him to remove
his underwear completely.  Without hesitation, he removes then but puts his
gym shorts back on.  For a second he is naked from the waist down and I see
his soft cock close to his body in a mat of hair, so cute!  I want to lick
it so badly but that will have to wait for another day.

Now without underwear, I have easier access through his gymshorts.  I work
his stomach and chest again but this time with a purpose, with more urgency
and passion.  Lifting up his shirt hard, I see his nipples and they are
perfect.  They are pink and have a nice suckable tip which extends out a
good quarter inch or so.  You can really get at them and suck hard which is
exactly what I do.  I see that he's rock hard now and I grab his cock in my
right hand and squeeze and I move up and down, while sucking hard on his
right nipple.  He starts to moan and within a few minutes, says he's
starting to get a rise.  Now I go for the lube and put a nice dallop on the
head and work it in.  "Oooooh that feels so good."  Head eyes rolled back,
this is starting to get good.

I work that slippery cock by rubbing and caressing and stroking it, and
pretty soon he's close to cumming.  I want to squeeze out that load so
badly and bring this man to the pinnacle of pleasure, that point where
nothing else matters.  "Faster, faster" he says.  I start to pump hard on
his dick, up and down.  To enhance his pleasure, I start sucking hard on
his ripe nipple and I stroke harder and faster.  He lets out a surprisingly
loud groan, "aaaaagghhhh" but I stay on his nipple and continue to jack it
hard, but I feel his warm spunk start to dribble onto my hand and down,
after about 3-4 hard pulses.  I keep at it as the tension in his cock
dissipates some from the intense orgasm and I finally look down to see the
slight puddle of translucent white cum near his belly button, and near my
thumb and fingers, which I want to keep on his cock while it softens.  But
I know it gets quite sensitive so I release my hold.  We both clean up but
I can still feel the residue of his cum on my hand.  Without thinking about
what I'm doing, I raise it close to my face and take a whiff hoping smell
his scent on my hand but there is not any discernable smell.

The next few moments are somewhat awkward and as he drives me back to my
car, not much is said.  At this point I do not know what will happen.  I
hope he is not too confused because I want to meet again and slowly bring
my friend into a world of pleasure he has never known before.  We say our
goodbyes but I can only hope for another round with my hot daddy bear of a
man.

I welcome your comments!

(...to be continued...)