Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 07:07:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: A Marc <wonder_now@yahoo.com>
Subject: Time M/M

Time

Time! It seems to drag until I look back and realize how the years seemed
to have slipped past. Married for thirty years, children grown and moved on
with their lives, I find myself wondering. I know I love my wife, but over
so many years, the lust is no longer there. I crave for touch, the want of
being desired, but it is not to be. I know she loves me, but the desire
from her is no longer there. We instead have our comfortable life, our
patterns set.

I begin to search the web. Seeing advertisements from woman, but knowing I
have not the money or the looks a woman would be seeking. I've tried to
maintain myself, but still, a small pouch has grown.

I look further, ads from men, looking to suck and fuck, yet I find myself
put off and nervous. Finally I see your ad. Older man, looking too give
other men massages and subtly promising more.

I email you a message, looking at my words, a brief description, wanting to
hide in anonymity, gathering the courage to push send.

I receive a reply soon after. You're available to meet that afternoon if
I'm available. My hands shake. Should I? Can I? Many jokes I've heard about
gay men, some I've told myself, though wondering.

Yes, I reply. I can meet with you. You provide me a number, ask me to call
so you can provide me an address. I dial the number, trembling as I hear
your voice.. You don't lisp or sound feminine. You sound like any other man
I would possibly speak to if we happened to meet.

You don't live far from me, and I find myself walking to my car, wondering
if all the neighbors can read my intent. Wondering if they are thinking,
there goes a faggot, a man lover?

I reach your home after only a few minutes,. A normal looking, small
single-family home, much like mine. I walk to your door, my head down lest
someone may see me. I ring the bell and you open the door.

You are older then me, possible nearer too sixty. Grey hair, slightly
balding with a gray goatee. You are shorter then me, but slim like
myself. Your shirt covers your stomach, but I suspect a small paunch there
as well. I smile as you invite me in. Every thing is so normal. No pictures
of naked men, no garish colors.

We make small talk as you lead me to a back bedroom. A massage table sits
in the middle of the dimly lit room. Go ahead and undress you tell me. I
redden under your gaze as I remove my clothes.. Looking down from
embarrassment as I finally remove my under wear. The same white jockeys
I've worn all my life. I look up to see a slight smile on your face. Do you
like what you see? Does my body interest you?

You instruct me to lie upon the table. I climb up and immediately lay face
down, though quickly adjusting myself so my twitching penis points towards
my feet. I hear the rustle of clothing and look over to see you pushing
your pants off.  Your semi-hardening member rising from the hair and
junction between your legs.

I place my face back into the molded pad, and then feel your oiled hands
begin to rub my back. I feel the firmness of your touch. Not the softer
hands of a woman. I feel a twitching in my groin. We say nothing as you
knead and rub my shoulders, moving ever lower. I want to feel your hands
upon me. Mentally willing you to move lower, to cares my ass, to touch me
"there."

Your hands lift and you move to my legs, working your way to my juncture. I
can feel liquid seeping from my dick Remembering the feeling of desire
after so long of desertion

Your hand grazes me and a moan slips from my lips. Yes! There! Touch me
there, but no words come from my mouth. I feel your hands moving, feel them
on my other leg as you again slowly ascend to my core. Again, your hand
touches me. Again they are to quickly gone. Then I feel your hands on my
rear. Rubbing and kneading both cheeks. Pulling them apart as you slide a
finger between. Pausing at my opening, slowly rubbing at my hole. Yes, push
into me, and as if reading my mind, I feel your finger pushing against my
tight ring, suddenly feeling you inside of me. You slowly move your finger
in and out, fucking me as I would finger a girlfriend from long ago. I feel
my hips rising up to you, wanting to keep you inside.

Go ahead and roll over you quietly tell me. I move slowly, my mind
questioning. But quickly I am on my back, exposed to you.

I watch you as you apply more oil to your hands. Smiling as you rub them to
warm the oil. A smile on your face as you look down upon me. You know you
are in control of my body, seeing me erect before you.

You begin rubbing my shoulders, again using strong firm pressure. You move
to my chest and I gasp as you take my nipples and pinch them. A gasp
escapes my lips, never before having felt the sensation that rocketed from
my extended nipples to my twitching cock.

I want to show you my appreciation for how you are making me feel and begin
to rub my hand inside your thigh. Building my courage, I move higher until
finally I feel your rigid member. The first time I've touched another man's
cock. I begin to stroke you and feel a twitch in your hips. Silently happy
that I can perhaps return some of the pleasure you are giving me.

To soon your hands move lower and pass by my center. Again you begin
working my ankles, torturously moving slowly upwards. I feel I am panting
with want from the sensations you are causing. As you reach my groin, your
hand fondles my sack causing my hips to rise, wanting more contact. Again
your hands descend. Again they move slowly upwards.

I again feel you kneading my balls, then I feel your other hand grasp
me. Slowly sliding your oily hands up and down as I begin to pant. I watch
as you slowly lean forwards and take me into your mouth. I watch your lips
as they encircle me. The way your cheeks puff out as your head descends,
engulfing me, looking into my eyes the entire time. You slowly rise up,
your cheeks now hollowed as you suck in.. The feeling of your warm moist
mouth causing me to arch my back. Several times you repeat your
journey. All I can do is look at you, trying to convey my appreciation
through my eyes.

You stop, and I look too see you climbing atop the table. You lay atop me,
you face near mine. I see your face approach me and then feel your lips
upon mine. I close my eyes as I open my mouth to your questing tongue.. So
different from a woman. I feel the bristle of your facial hair against my
smoothly shaved skin. Stronger and harder then I've ever been kissed.. I
feel your hard cock rubbing against my body. Sliding yourself on my oiled
skin.

You break our kiss and rise up to your knees. You begin to shuffle
forwards, spanning my body. I again feel my mind resisting. But then, your
cock is at my lips. I open my mouth and you slowly move into me. I feel
your warmness. Your hardness and the softness of your skin as you push
further in. I accept your entry and avoid my teeth rubbing against
you. Your are not thick and long like the movies I've seen and suddenly
realize my nose is against your hair. The length of you resides in me and I
suddenly think, I'm a cock sucker now.

You withdraw from me and I move my head, wanting to keep you in. I feel the
slight bulge of the mushroom atop your dick against the insides of my
lips. I run my tongue across the top of you, flicking the hole that I've
only thought of before as a place to piss from. I hear you groan and look
up to see your eyes closed. You again push forwards, again filling my
mouth. I feel the saliva building in my mouth and swallow automatically,
noticing then the thicker fluid leaking from you.

To soon you pull out from my mouth. Again you descend and we kiss. You rise
up and staring into my eyes ask, "What do you want?"

Suddenly the fear hits me. How do I tell you I want you to take me. I want
to feel you inside of me, fucking me, making me your bitch! I cannot say
the words, it's as if my mouth is sealed. I can only stare back at you.

I see the disappointment on your face. Another man wanting his dick played
with. Just another scared customer wanting to pretend. You begin to rise
up. I can't let this happen.

"Please," I say quietly. "Please what." Again I am quiet. You hold your
position above me. Finally my mind is cleared. "Please, I want to feel you
in me." A small smile comes to your face. "Tell me more,, tell me want you
want!"

"I want you to fuck me. I want your dick in me. I want you to make me your
bitch." I say in a stronger voice.

He moves down my body and reaches for a condom, looking at me as he opens
the package and slides the latex onto himself. He reaches for another
bottle. I just catch the word "lube" on the side. He is now kneeling
between my legs. "Raise your legs." He orders. I pull my legs up bending my
knees to my chest. He squirts lube on my hole. I feel the cold liquid hit
me, I feel my asshole pucker. Then his finger is gently moving into
me. Stroking me as I watch his hand moving, groaning at the tingling he is
causing. I feel a second finger pushing into me. Tighter now, slight pain,
and then there are two fingers inside of me. I am panting now with the
anticipation. I feel myself tighten as he works a third finger inside of
me. "Relax, I won't hurt you." I look at him and feel a trust with him I've
never felt with another man.

He moves forward and I feel the top of his cock move against me. I feel
myself again tighten automatically. Is this what I want? "You look so good
before me" he tells me. "So wanting, so handsome."

My body relaxes at his words, his smile so kind and a look of hunger in his
eyes. I feel his hips move forwards and I feel my hole expanding to take
him. Suddenly the top pops through and I groan with the sensation and
slight pain. He pauses me, allowing my body to adjust. Our eyes are locked
and when I nod my head, he begins to again move forwards. We continue to
stare into each other's eyes until he stops moving. I suddenly feel so
full, it feels so good. I feel his hips against my cheeks and realize he is
fully in me. He smiles and begins backing out. I feel his cock head rubbing
inside of me. I moan at the sensation as pangs of pleasure shoot straight
to my hard dick. I feel my ring pulsing around him.

He backs until just the head of his dick is in me, then again his hips move
forwards. I become accustom to him and he begins to rhythmically fuck
me. He leans forwards and again our lips meet. I am panting into his mouth
as he picks up speed. He rises up and begins to push harder against me. His
hips now smacking against my butt. I feel my hole tightening around
him. The sensation moving upwards tightening the skin below my balls. The
pressure continuing upwards and moving into my dick. I cry out as I begin
to spurt. My cum flying into the air to land upon my stomach. A litany of
words escaping my lips. "More, harder, fuck me, fuck your bitch!"

He groans above me. I feel him tighten as he pushes into me hard.  Can feel
his cock pushing as he fills the condom with his fluids. I feel his body
twitch as pulse after pulse rushes out of him. I can only lay there
panting, gripping the sides of the table, satisfied that I had brought this
lovely man such pleasure.

Slowly he opens his eyes as the tremors in his body subside. He begins too
pull out of me, another groan escaping my lips as I feel the emptiness, my
hole open and wanting. He leans forwards and takes my now soft cock into
his mouth. Sucking and tonguing me. He then moves too my stomach to suck up
the splatters of cum that lay there. He then moves forwards, again pressing
his lips against mine as I taste the saltiness of my own cum that remains
upon his lips. I begin licking his mouth and lips, wanting more of that
substance. He moves away and peels the condom from his softened cock. He
looks at me and understanding, I nod my head. He moves the condoms to my
lips and wordlessly tips it, forcing the liquids within to run into my open
mouth. I Feel the thickness of it and swirl it within my mouth before
swallowing it down. He again lays his body atop mine. My hands wrapping
around him and pulling him to me as our lips move together. I feel the
muscles of his back and run down to grip his cheeks.

"That was really nice," he tells me quietly. I move my lips to his for a
quick kiss as I tell him that it was fantastic. I groan as I feel the
tightness in my legs from being up and bent to my chest for so long. He
chuckles as he works his body off mine to stand beside the table. I slowly
lower my legs, feeling the blood returning. I still feel my back hole
quivering with the sensations.

He helps me off the table and has me sit until I can feel some strength
return to my legs. We each dress quietly, then move out towards his front
door.

He wraps his arms around me and again we kiss passionately. "You'll be back
I hope?"

"I will, definitely"

I turn, opening the door and walk to my car. Now I don't care what any
prying neighbors may think. I enter my car and look back towards the
house. He is still standing there and gives me a small wave. I wave back
then drive off.

Does this make me gay? I think to myself? No, I have never found myself
looking at other men, wondering what It would be like. This was a
loneliness and wanting. It was an experience between two men that cannot be
matched by being with a woman.

I will return home, to my comfortable life, enjoying the comfortable love
of and for my wife. But I also know I will be back to visit with him again
as I still taste him in my mouth.