Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 23:37:06 +0200
From: Allen D <allends12@gmx.com>
Subject: One nice guy, part 1

It was about six months after I started looking at the Craigslist M2M
personal section that I first started noticing Bob's ads. I didn't know his
name at the time, obviously, but he posted several times, and all of his
ads had a unique style for the site. His subject was typically something
like 'One nice guy', and the body of the ad, although terse, always gave
the impression of a man that was looking for something a bit more than the
usual anonymous, anything goes sex. It resonated with me. If he was looking
for one nice guy, then I guess I was too. And that's why I responded to
Bob, after skipping over so many other ads.

Being happily married, I'd love to say I don't know why I started looking
for M2M sex in the first place. I'd love to say it was some kind of
accident or a lark - a joke or spur of the moment impulse. But I'd be lying
to both myself and to you if I tried to make that claim.  The reality was
that I had had an attraction to men since my teenage years. I mean, I liked
women, but even from that young age, I'd also had physical and intimate
thoughts about other men. I'd wanted to see another man naked, but also for
him to see me naked. I'd wanted to cum for another man, but also for him to
cum for me - to feel his body pressed against mine as he convulses in
pleasure, squirting his load inside my body. The sex was part of it, but I
guess as corny as it sounds, so were the vulnerability and the, err,
relationship.

It felt like forever until Bob responsed, and for a while it felt like he
might not responde at all, but he got back to me a couple days after I
initially responded to his ad. At 45, he was a few years older that I was,
but the positive impression from his mail matched the impression I got from
his ad. And, while I'd suspected he was close, he actually lived in a
tailer park just down the street from my office - I'd driven past his home
every day for years.  This made it easy to make the decision to meet in
person. I think we were both a bit uncertain, so we agreed we'd take it a
bit slow at first, get to know each other, and then see where we both
wanted to take things without any pressure.

That Friday afternoon, I cut out from work early and drove to his place.
While I did get a bit turned around in the trailer park itself, I found his
address, and, as promised, found him sitting under his front awning. We'd
agreed to meet outside, as a sort of common ground before doing anything
more privately. Stammering a bit from nerves, we both introduced ourselves,
and I sat down at a chair near his in the shade. I gulped a bit when I
realized that this man beside me was the first person I'd ever met in
person who knew about my fantasies of having sex with men. I gulped a bit
more when I realized he might not only help me fulfill those fantasies, and
that it might happen soon. About the only thing that helped me calm down
was when I realized that he had some of the same desires that I did. As odd
as it felt to be near somebody who knew these things about the way I felt,
it was reassuring to know he felt the same way too.

After I got there, we sat on his front porch and chatted for about 30
minutes... but honestly, I have almost no recollection of what we talked
about. I do remember laughing with him as we chatted, and getting a sense
of a kind, funny man that was maybe a bit down on his luck. Physically, Bob
was as he described in his mails, a little less than six feet tall, around
170 or so pounds, and with slightly graying brown hair. Working from home
gave him the freedom to be a bit casual, so he sported a couple days of
stubble, and was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a movie tee shirt.
After a about twenty minutes, I also started to get the distinct impression
that he was, like I was, getting hard in his pants. I guess we shared that
similarity after all. It's when he adjusted himself for the third time that
I knew for sure. Swallowing hard, he was smiling when I glanced at his
crotch, gulped, and whispered, "I think we ought to head inside before we
give your neighbors any ideas... either of us."

Walking through the doorway, it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the
lower light of his living room. Touching the small of my back, he offered,
"Would you like something to drink?"

I quietly responded, "No... but I do think I'd like to sit down.", and
smiling myself, I sat down on his sofa. As he sat down beside me, I drew
myself ever so slightly closer to his body, and reached my arm around his
shoulder, pulling him into contact. Putting my other hand on his leg, I
said, "Bob... I don't know how far, but I do know that I want to take this
further with you. Right now."

His only response was to lean into me, and kiss me on the lips.... softly
at first, and then more insistent. Sliding his lips across mine, his
stubble scratched my lips a bit. Pushing into my mouth with his tounge, I
felt my lips part at his insistent probing. Reaching downward, I adjusted
my cock to point upward inside my pants, and then took my hand to his
shirt, over his stomach. Caressing his body through his shirt, I quickly
decided that wanted more, and dropped my hand down and back up under his
shirt. Sliding my hand across his torso, I felt a thin layer of softness
over his hard muscles. Sliding my hand up his chest, i found a patch of
hair between his pecs and slid my hand around his side, over his erect
nipple, and to his back, feeling his body as he continued to kiss me.
Moaning, just a bit, he brought his mouth's attention down to my chin and
my neck, as his hands explored my own body.. sliding over my own chest and
torso. Swinging around to straddle him on the sofa, I knew my erection was
as obvious in my pants as his was in his, but I didn't care. I wanted him
to know how much I wanted him. Leaning down to kiss him on the lips, I
pressed my tounge into his mouth, and leaned around into his ear,
whispering, "I want more of you."

I leaned down, and grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it upward,
revealing his body.  Even though I'd seen men's chests before, I'd never
seen one like this, as the object of my outright sexual desire. As I looked
over him, I know it was was obvious to him how much he turned me on....
from the thin river of hair up to his belly button, looking up his chest,
to his pecs and his dark reddish brown nipples. Looking from them, up to
his shoulders, his neck, and to his smiling face.  I took off my own shirt,
and slid down and inward, pressing my body against his.... flesh against
flesh, as I buried my face in his neck, kissing, licking and biting just a
bit.

Bob took his hands up to the back of my head, and pulled me into his neck
harder, cupping my head with both hands. Sliding his hands, he went down my
neck, down my back, pulling my body into his. His hands were rough, but
gentle, as the slid to my waist, and lingered for just a minute before
sliding down to my ass. Even through the cotton of my shorts and boxers, I
could feel this man's warmth as he rubbed and massaged my ass cheeks,
pulling my straining cock into his. I gasped, when he lowered his hands
down to the bare backs of my legs, and then gasped again as he slid his
hands back up my legs, under my shorts, and to my bare ass cheeks. We
hadn't discussed anything anal, but I could feel him pulling my cheeks
apart, and I could feel my willingness to push back into it.  He whispered
in my ear, "Stop me if you don't want this... but I do."

Pushing me back up to a upright position straddling his legs, he brought
his hands to my belt, and slowly unbuckled it. His hands confidently went
to the button of my pants, unbuttoning it. Because I was straddling him, I
had to take it the rest of the way. I stood up in front of him, and watched
his eyes stare at me, as I slowly lowered my zipper, and dropped my pants.
Telling him, "I want to you see all of me...", I dropped my boxers, and was
hard, naked, and exposed to this man I'd known for just an hour or two. Six
inches of my erect cock stood upright for him and glistened with precum.
Bob hiked up his ass a bit from the sofa and pulled down both his boxers
and shorts, and there was the first erect cock I'd ever seen in my life. A
little longer than my own, it was about 7 inches long and cut. A shaft the
color of his nipples ended in a wide and fiercly red cock head capped with
a narrow slit.

Kneeling down in front of him I started kissing and licking the insides of
his thighs as I nuzzled my face up his legs. Getting closer to his crotch,
I buried my face into the fold between his leg and balls, smelling deeply,
as I licked the sweat and felt his balls press against my face. Laying my
head over on his leg, I brought my hand up his other leg, and to his balls,
which I slowly cupped before sliding my hand up the shaft of his erect
prick. I grasped at the same time he did and felt the skin slide up and
down as I watched.

Sliding my body up his, I straddled his leg, sliding my cock against his
bare skin and my torso against his cock, as we brought ourselves together
into a kiss. Looking down at our bodies pressed together in the afternoon
light, I was reveling in his warmth and sticky sweat as he said, "I think
we should cum together..." He didn't even wait for an answer as he spit on
the palm of his hand, took it the shaft of my stock, and started stroking.
The feeling of his body pressing against mine and his warm hand sliding up
and down my shaft was almost too much to bear. When I looked down and saw
it... saw his hand on my cock, I gasped "Stop..."  and then immediately
went over the edge, moaning, "No... don't stop!  don't stop!... I'm sorry.
I'm cumming. I want to cum for you!"

My orgasm wracked my body as I started to ejaculate thick ropes of hot,
white semen.  My body cuddled against Bob, the first shot went up his
chest, landing on his chin and in his chest hair. The second shot went up
to his stomach. Then, almost involuntarily, I brought my body up and around
just a little bit, and, with Bob aimed my cock lower down. My last squirts
were into his pubic hair and onto his cock. Shuddering, as my orgasm
subsided, I collapsed into him, chest to chest, my cock sliding against
his, my cum and our sweat between us. Grinding in, I rode the afterglow my
my orgasm a bit, as I ground into Bob's hard erection. As I came back too,
shaking a bit, it occurred to me that there was an open window in Bob's
living room. I'd been concerned about giving Bob's neighbors the 'wrong
idea', but anybody that walked past would see us naked and intertwined
together. They'd see my bare ass in the air, and my crotch pressed into
Bob's and there would be no doubt that this was a consensual choice...
something we wanted. There would be no doubt that this is something I
wanted.

It was arond then that Bob asked, "Feel better?". It was something in the
way he asked that let me know he was thought I was about to pack up and
leave. Given the way we met, this probably wasn't a bad assumption. Given
what brought me there and given how I was feeling, it was almost the exact
opposite of what I had in mind. His smile was as palpable as the way he
ground into me when I picked up my head and whispered into his ear, "Not
Yet. Your turn."

Sliding my body down his, I brought my face to his crotch, moist and sticky
with his sweat and my cum. Licking his shaft, it occurred to me to ask, "I
hope you don't mind my shooting my load all over you." He chuckled a bit,
responding, "Yeah... it was a bit of a surprise... but not necessarily a
bad one."

Cupping his balls with one hand, I continued to lick his shaft from base to
tip, paying special attention to get all the salty precum oozing from his
tip. After about three licks, I brought my lips all the way to the top of
his shaft and put them around the tip of his head, slowly taking it into my
mouth. I looked up from his crotch, his cock in my mouth, and looked into
his face. As I looked into his eyes, I slowly took more of his manhood into
my mouth, keeping my lips between him and my teeth. As my tounge slid down
the base of his shaft, I could see him writhe just a bit, and feel a bit
more precum ooze out onto my tounge. I got about halfway down the shaft
before I had to stop. This was my first time doing this, and all I had to
go on were fantasies and 'book learning'. Deep throating and face fucking
would have to wait.

Pulling up, I drew my mouth off of his shaft and quickly reversed
direction, bobbing my head on his shaft.  A few times of this, while
cupping his balls, I drew my hand up to his shaft and started sliding it in
sync with my head. My other hand, my free hand, went between his bare ass
and the sofa, pressing up, and pulling out. The soft velour of the sofa
pushed between his cheeks and up to his asshole. Bouncing on and off his
cock, I got occasionally deeper and deeper, his cock head brushing the back
of my mouth. Grasping his shaft harder, as I slid my tounge, it became
clearer to me that this man was getting closer to shooting his load in my
mouth.

Slowly moaning, He gasped, "I'm almost there.... whatever you do, don't
stop"... a couple big inhales later, he bucked a bit off the sofa,
thrusting his cock into my mouth. As he gasped for breath, I felt his first
squirt flood my mouth with saltiness as his body flushed red and his cock
twitched and convulsed into my mouth. I deliberately slide my mouth tightly
over his shaft as he came, willing him to cum harder and harder, as squirt
after squirt went into my body. As his orgasm subsided, I kept my mouth
tight on his cock, slowly milking more and more out of it, as I felt and
tasted his cum in my body. When it came time to withdraw, I slowly slid my
mouth off his softening cock. I took some of the cum and spit from my mouth
and put it in my hand.

Drawing myself up the spent form of my new friend Bob, I straddled him once
again and looked into his eyes. Opening my mouth, I showed him that I still
had some of his juices in his mouth, which I then swallowed. My hand... the
one with his cum and my spit, I took down to my again-hard cock, and
started stroking my cock as I fell over him, just a few inches between our
hot, flushed bodies.  As I got close to cumming for the second time, I
whispered into his ear, "Next time, I'm going to cum inside you, but right
now, I want you to see me jerking off onto you with your cum. I want to you
think about your cock in my mouth, and how you're the only man who's been
inside me.... " Moaning loudly, my orgasm overwhelmed me, as I shot my load
onto his crotch. Collapsing onto him one last time, and we drifted off to
sleep intertwined with each other, his saltiness in my mouth and our juices
sticky between us, as the sun came down on the day.

Nothing would be the same for either of us.

To be continued...