I posted the following in a thread and had to refer to it several times in other threads and PMs. So I thought it was a good idea to revisit and revise the text (some corrections as I remembered more things), expand a little on it, and post it as a story.
The following is a true story, including the thoughts and regrets that would not be part of a fantasy. I started an intro that became too long, so that will have to wait for another story.
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I got seriously bi-curious in my 40s. Years later I finally got a little experience after meeting someone at the swimming pool sauna. We “met” via a dating site and started chatting, till we thought we could be a match to meet IRL. I knew for a time there would be hardly anybody at the pool.
He was 30, normal build, the same as me, slightly shorter. Chest and cock clean-shaven, the same as me, which I prefer. He was already in the sauna, and we nodded to each other through the glass door.
I took a shower and made a little show of washing myself, exposing myself more than I normally would. The showers have a wall between them but no doors. I washed my half-erect cock slowly, with my front towards the open end and facing the sauna door, so he could see me through the door. I briefly soaped up my ass as well by putting my arms behind me, moving my hips a little forward, making my cock point towards him.
I rinsed the soap from my body and a bit more erect, I entered the sauna, looking at him sitting there watching me. I saw he was fully erect. He had a small dick, 13 cm or so, but nicely shaped. We exchanged another nod, now with a quiet “hi”, and I sat down next to him.
I was so nervous and eager that I forgot to ask and just grabbed his cock, which was really rock hard. Small, but really hard. It felt amazing holding another man’s cock, especially a hard one. Being allowed to touch someone in those regions is a bit special, intimate. Oh, and the heat coming off his cock felt amazing.
As a reply he wrapped his hand around my cock. His hand felt wonderful. It’s always better when someone else does the things you like. Exploring fingers, the caressing of fingertips on my shaft, the area around my cock, my balls. What a great feeling.
He was oozing pre-cum. I smeared it over his cock with my fingers. The touching was really that, touching, definitely not jerking off. I was exploring.
“You’re so much bigger than mine”, he said. My cock is 17.5 cm, which is slightly above average, I think, and thicker than average. “I am not so interested in size, shape is more important.” It was mostly for making him feel comfortable. Not that I had a problem with his size, but I do think slightly bigger cocks look more yummy. “I really like your size, though!”
After a while of touching, feeling, a escort tuzla little jerking, he slowly removed my hand, with a sigh saying he was getting close to coming but didn’t want to, yet. Unfortunately, he also let go of my cock. But he gestured to me to stand up, which I did. He got up as well, bent down, and took my cock in his mouth. It had been a while since I felt a mouth on my cock, and I said I had forgotten how it felt to have my cock in someone’s mouth.
He stopped briefly to say “you have a delicious cock to suck.” That was the exact same thing a woman I hardly knew told me a few years before that. I have no idea what it is that makes my cock so delicious to suck, but first a woman and now a guy telling me this must have some truth to it. (I know it’s all about taste and preference, of course, but I took the compliment!)
He continued sucking a bit more. Without thinking, I put my hand on his back and caressed the skin of his back and shoulders. It didn’t occur to me to take his head, and if it did, I don’t think I would have done that. We were exploring, well at least I was, it felt all too delicate to jump into something else.
He moved his head over my cock, up and down, and went deeper every time. At one point his nose was touching the skin of my belly. And I don’t have a beer belly. He kept his head still and seeing that, the realisation that my cock was really completely inside him, made it super hot. I said “wow, that’s deep.” He waited a few more seconds, and I felt him rolling his tongue around my shaft, then slowly backing up. He let go of my cock with his mouth and let it rest in his hand while he replied with a slight smile, “well, lots of practice.” He returned to sucking my cock for a little while. His mouth was wet, soft, and warm. Like a warm cunt, but then with an active tongue. I didn’t move my hips at all, and let him do all the work and enjoy it.
He stopped, we sat down again, and we talked a bit. About him being gay (“only guys”), me being curious. “I hope it is not too boring for you with a guy like me who has no experience.” I was never one for virgins, so I could imagine someone else would not be either. “Nah, it’s kind of interesting ad quite hot to see someone being curious and exploring his sexuality, especially when they are older.”
He mentioned the difference in size again, and I repeated I really didn’t have a problem with that. The best thing about his cock was that it was really hard.
The thought kept racing through my mind, and I knew if I didn’t ask, it would not happen.
“Can I suck?” I asked this while we were in the middle of something else. “Are you sure?”, he asked. I am still not sure why he asked that. “I don’t know when I will have another chance to suck a istanbul escort bayan cock, so, yes, I am sure.”
He got up and stood in front of me. I remember this moment so vividly. Not just what was to come, but him standing up with his hard cock pointing towards me, as if offering it to me to play with. He kept is hands at his sides, so his whole stance was just inviting.
I put my hands first on, then next to his cock, which was pointing almost horizontally and at a perfect height. While small, the shape really did appeal to me. I didn’t think at all and just put my mouth over it. Slowly but not teasingly slow. I was not thinking about him, this was the moment I was going to suck a cock, this was my moment.
It touched my lips, I opened my mouth farther to avoid any contact with my teeth. Some thinking returned, I wanted to do what I would like to have done to me, while I also wanted to feel as much as possible. The feeling was great, having a real cock against my lips, then on my tongue. I tried to sense everything – taste, smell, shape.
I love oral sex, I love touching soft and wet pussy lips. But having a cock enter, no penetrate your mouth is something else. That penetration, letting someone’s sex entering your body, that felt really special.
I moved up and down, and getting it in completely was no problem as it just touched the back of my throat for a split second every time. I have been testing my reaction to that with ice creams and once even a dildo. I could not deep-throat, but touching the end of my mouth and throat was OK.
I followed the shape of his cock with my lips and tongue. Then I started using my tongue a lot, as I would like someone to do it it on my cock. I swirled it round his shaft and when my head went backwards my tongue was touching every square milimeter of the head of his cock.
Not long after, he slowly pulled out, clearly needing a rest not to cum.
He pulled my arm to make me stand up, he bent down and sucked me again. It was better than any blowjob I had received, and I told him so.
We sat down again. Our hands went to each other’s legs and cocks and even touching the inside of his thigh felt very erotic.
After a little while I wanted to suck again, so he went to stand in front of me again. I dove in even faster, feeling this could be my only chance for a long time. There I went again with my head going forwards and backwards, with my lips wet from saliva and his precum, and my tongue trying cover every bit.
Not two minutes in, he needed to cum. Him saying “I cum a lot” made me worry a bit, which was the first thing my thinking brain did after several minutes of focusing on feeling only. It was very considerate of him, knowing this was my first time. Was I ready to take it escort erenköy in my mouth? The nerves from the beginning came back. “You can cum on my chest.” Again he asked if I was sure, and again I have no idea why. “Yes, do it.” He jerked for about 5 seconds and shot his load over my chest. It was indeed a lot. Feeling the first blobs hitting me was very nice. I made a guy cum and I felt his sperm land on me.
One regret here is that because his cock was at mouth level, and he was shooting on my chest, I looked up a little and didn’t see him cum. I now think seeing a cock shoot its load is so hot. I wish I had looked.
Another thing is that afterwards I I realised I could have easily taken his cock in my mouth after the first two shots of cum. The real force had gone and I could have taken the rest in my mouth. I guess not looking didn’t help.
Now where my brain went I don’t know, and I regret it from the moment I was done, but I kept looking at his cock while I jerked myself off in my hand. I really don’t know why I didn’t take his cock in my mouth again or even hold his cock until I needed my hand to catch my cum. (I didn’t want to leave that on the sauna floor.) Or why I didn’t let him use his mouth? I am pretty sure he would have let me cum in his mouth. Or I could have let him sit, so I could cum on his body. But no, I just looked at his cock, jerking my cock, and holding one hand under my cock to catch my cum. The list of fantasies could have had some more items checked, but the thoughts just never entered my mind at that moment.
I came in my hand after 20 seconds. I put the hand I jerked my cock with onto him, next to his cock as if to seek for support while catching my breath. Why didn’t I take his cock in my hand again? It was still hard! I raised my hand full of cum and smeared it all over my chest, mixing it with his. That did feel great, something we shared was all over me.
We went to the shower. After a while I went into the dressing room, hoping he would follow, but he stayed in the shower, although it was very clear I was leaving.
The guy was not interested in meeting up again. I said I was interested in learning and experimenting some more, like sucking each other till the end, do a 69 with him. But he said he now had everything he wanted, hinting at a steady boyfriend, but I felt it was like he didn’t enjoy it enough.
More afterthoughts. I could have stood up in front of him and rub our chests together. That would have rubbed our cocks together. I could have grabbed his ass (which looked lovely). I think I would even have kissed him. I could have gone and stand behind him, against him, rub my chest against his back while my cock would be against his ass, go round his waste to grab his cock. I could have joined him in the shower. All tiny regrets.
There has not been another chance so far. Although I know I regret something not doing (as opposed to regretting something I did), it feels like a missed chance on a few levels. Here’s to hoping for another one to fulfill some more explorative fantasies.
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