Date: Fri, 22 May 2020 02:27:21 -0400
From: BDC <angelsott555@gmail.com>
Subject: Wishes Fulfilled Chapter 1

Wishes Fulfilled - Chapter 1

It was a warm summer day and this evening was turning out to be no
different. The sun was setting and showing the magnificence spectrum of
colours in the sky. It looked like a painting. I was sitting on the
balcony watching the sunset, listening to some music and just enjoying
the whispering breeze on my flesh.

Before I knew it the sun had gone down and I decided I needed to get
moving. I decided to go for a walk to continue to get the fresh air, and
enjoy whatever heaven had in store for me along the pathways.

I was no more than two blocks away from home and I started to notice the
shirtless men seemingly appearing along the sidewalks from out of
nowhere. Some were walking with the family or friends, and some out for a
walk with a wandering eye. They would also catch mine, I would be
reminded that it had been a while since I had been with anyone sexually.
My third leg would pulse and rise to the occasion. I definitely needed to
do something about that. I needed to break the dry spell I was under.
Deciding tonight was going to be the night, I walked towards the river's
edge.

At 50 years of age, you would think I would be settled down and living
the life that dreams are made of, however, this was not the case. I had
made a choice a while ago to work on myself and keep my focus on business
affairs and thus the reason I was single. But gone was the need for this,
now it was just a pattern and one that I intended to break. I longed to
have someone to cuddle up to nightly, someone to share my stories and
life with, and who would do the same with me.

While walking along the river, I declared to the stars, moon and anything
in nature that was listening this was my year, the year I was going to
meet my "ONE." At my age, I wasn't going to be picky, but I did had my
desires and thought about them as I was walking, given gratitude that my
wishes were now going be fulfilled somehow, someway. I wasn't sure how
or when, but for tonight, I was definitely going to get some action. A
man was going to be welcomed into my sacred space and be nurtured in a
passion filled way.

I wasn't the type of guy who stayed disconnected from another when
enjoying time with them. I liked to make them my mission and service them
from my heart. It may be a one-time experience but I was going to make
love to their cock, balls, and ass (and anything else they would enjoy).

Now I am a bottom, so I wasn't necessarily going to be fucking them, but
I can definitely eat out a good manhole for sure. I am not opposed to
even playing with their ass with fingers or toys if they are open to
that. I learned over the years that while I do enjoy sliding into a good
ass, my apparatus didn't always cooperate with my desires (so I just
went with the flow of being a bottom). Being overweight didn't help the
matter (or did the fact, my weight yoyo'd over the years).

Before I go further, I should give you my description. 50 years old,
medium length greying brown hair, green-hazel eyes, mustache and soul
patch. I stand 5'8lbs and weight is 258lb currently, and reducing (after
reaching to 385lbs not that long ago). I do have a little hair, and
don't think I qualify for bear status; perhaps, I am wrong.

I like to think of myself as average in cock size, but truth be told with
the extra weight it probably is on the smaller size spectrum. I never
really measured it but do know that people do enjoy being able to take
its length into their mouth. So I have that going for it, I guess. Always
look for the positive in life is my motto.

I do enjoy men of all types, partly, because who I am to judge or be
picky. However, my preference is for those who have a masculine bad boy
look/edge to them. You know the type the strong, confident and rugged man
with just the right amount of hair, tattoos and personality. I love a
good treasure trail on a man's chest and stomach, and just the right
amount of hair on face, along with the rest of the body. But I can
equally find the skater punk turning my crank. It all depends on the
energy of the person.

So here I was walking along the pathway with trees on the one side and
the river on the other. Such a beautiful scene to go with this beautiful
night. The foot traffic was low despite it being fairly early in the
evening and perfect temperature (in my opinion).

I came across a large boulder and decided to sit upon it as I continued
my reflection on my wish list. I realized that it was a new moon out
tonight, which is great for manifesting wishes into form. I often made a
list a burned it by the moonlight in a sacred fire to put out my wishes.
But without a fire here or physical list, I decided I would just declare
them out loud, seeing it appeared to a quiet evening on the pathways. I
found that being grateful in advance was the greatest prayer, so I
adopted this with my intention for a lifelong romantic partner.

Thank you for the manifestation of my perfect lifelong romantic partner
that meets and exceeds my greatest wishes. Thank you the man of my dreams
which encompasses ............. and then I listed everything I could think of
which excited me and got my heart racing.

At the end, I always say thank you for this and even better! I mean why
limit myself if there is someone even better than I could ask for. Or
another way to put it, why put my plan on the Divine plan that my soul
has for me. But it doesn't hurt to give a little direction like the
universe needs that.

I imagined the person with me right now. I closed my eyes and allowed
myself to feel the presence of his soul touching me, comforting me,
supporting me, loving me faults and all. I did so until it felt real and
I felt one with him, all the while being grateful for this beautiful soul
who choose me as I choose him.

It wasn't long and I heard a whispering of what sounded like bushes in
the background rustling about. I turned to discover a man coming out of
the trees. It took a moment before he came into clear view but once he
did, it was pleasurable on the eyes.

I mumbled a hello which seemingly caught him off guard. He said hello
back and that he needed to take care of business, and rushed off into the
bush without noticing me sitting on the rock. That definitely explained
why it appeared he was caught off guard.

In a forward move, I said back, "That's too bad, as I would enjoyed
helping out".  He laughed and said, "It sure didn't do anything to
relieve his blue balls". To which we both had a giggle at. I invited him
to have a seat with me, and continue our conversation.

Soon our lips found each the others with our tongues engaging in a
dueling tango. Our hands explored each other and the intensity of our
connection heightened.

I reached under his shirt and found a treasure trail; this made me moan
with pleasure as my hand ran along it up to his chest and nipples. Soon I
was tweaking one nipple, then the other.

Recognizing where we were in public view was a turn on to both of us. We
realized we didn't want to be interrupted or caught by any families or
authority figures, and thus I invited him to enter the woods from whence
he emerged only a short time ago.  In truth, I wanted to invite him home
to my place but I didn't want to waste in getting there. I didn't want
to chance that this handsome fellow may run at the mention of coming home
with me. I mean he was a catch in my books.

He was roughly the same age of me, with short dark hair (and some salt, I
am sure), and warm grey/blue eyes which penetrated my being when he was
looking into mine. My fingers had explored his slight beard earlier as I
ran them over his chiselled jawline. When we stood I gave him to be just
slightly shorter than my 5'8. He had the perfect amount of hair based on
the feeling of the treasure trail, and the abs that were behind it.

A man in good shape was seemingly equally attracted to me, the obese man.
I didn't knock it, as I know many who enjoy extra meat on the bones of
another.  I thought how lucky I was on this night. The stars truly were
in alignment with my wishes. I wanted to explore more and intended to as
we reached the pockets of the trees.

As soon as we were encased in this tree haven, our hands began exploring
the body of each other. I removed his shirt and begin to kiss every inch
of it, knowing that time was of the essence. I wanted to savour every
moment and each of him but settled with enjoying the experience in this
moment. It helped that he had some exceptional ink on his arms and chest.
I do love a man with ink, I thought.

My lips found and encompassed his nipples, first one than the other.
Taking each into my mouth, allowing my warm wet tongue to work its magic
as my teeth gently chewed on them. He moaned and encouraged me to
continue on. He was clearly enjoying this feeling.  Now I don't mind my
nipples played with gently, but I can't say I enjoy them chewed on which
he found out only a short time later when he was exploring my body.

We didn't have time to make love here. We had to get down to business. A
moment later, I had his jeans undone, his boxers removed and began my
descent onto his cock. I enjoyed kissing and licking all around the base
first as I held both of his heavy balls in my hand, gently squeezing
them.

I remembered the mentioning of having blue balls and wondered who or what
had caused him to be walking around blue. I put the thought aside as I
worked my magic on one ball at a time.

Enjoying taking them into my warm, wet mouth and employing the action of
my tongue on them. First his left, then the right. I would have taken
them both but he had some nice big balls, low hangers at that based on
first inspection. I continued to work the magic, gently running my
fingers underneath his nut sack, and along the edge of his hardening
shaft.

Normally, I would spend a good quality of time enjoying working the
taint. But here, in the wooded field I gave him the best I had for a
moment. Teasing him just enough that I felt his shaft leak liquid gold
from the slit down his tool. I couldn't let that go to waste and moved
my attention to his shaft.

My tongue licked and kissed its way up the pole which seemed to be about
7" and just the right thickness. As it approached the trail of precum, I
slowed down and savoured licking every drop of it up. It was just the
perfect balance of sweet, salty and savoury. If his pre tasted this good,
I can't wait to taste his precious cream.

I reached the top of his cock and worked my talents around and over his
reddish purple mushroom head. Talk about a plump beauty. I could feel the
throbbing as I enjoyed every inch of it. He was holding back on moaning
too loudly, but I could hear them. He was gasping as I brought him to an
ethereal experience with my mouth.

I dived down his shaft, taking it slowly at first, and upon reaching the
base, slightly gasping at the size of it as it reached my throat
entrance. I stopped for a moment before moving back up the shaft, and
starting the descent once again. I wasn't going to stop until he gave me
that reward. I continued for a few minutes, varying speed, pressure and
the use of my hand along with mouth. I could sense him getting close and
edged him closer.

Before I knew it, he pulled me off his cock and said he "wasn't ready
to cum." I said. In return, "Turn around and bend over." He said he
"wasn't into being fucked," and I said, "Don't worry, I only want to
eat your beautiful ass out!" He said, "I would love that stud. Go for
it."

Being of service, I wasn't about to let this handsome devils wish go
unanswered. So I did want any good servant would do, I went to down and
worked my magic on his ass. I had him pushing back to open up and get my
tongue in deeper, in no time at all. This masculine man was turning into
a real bitch as he was moaning, groaning and wanting me to explore his
backend.

I must have eaten out his ass for about 10 minutes or so, reaching
between his thick thighs and grasping his cock to slowly stroke it as I
did so. He was definitely enjoying the experience as I carefully
navigated keeping him just north of the edge of cumming, and backing off
as appropriate.

I learned that the edge can be a tricky place to be as you can drive
someone over the edge before you know it if not done correctly. I would
like to think that I have mastered this, but I won't get cocky about
that and will therefore say I am continuing to master this. This comes
with age and experience for sure. But as long as we are on the earth our
soul will continue to evolve and grow, and the human within will learn.

I continued until I could no longer stand it. I needed him in me, I
needed his cock sliding deep within my tight ass. I told him as much, and
removed my shorts, turned around and bent over. With pleasure were the
next words out of his mouth.

I felt his manly hands on my ass. I could feel that they were not the
hands of someone who worked in an office, but someone who used his hands
for work. He was definitely a blue collar worker. This man reeked of
masculinity and he was about to fuck me. God, I wanted him, I needed him.

He spread my ass and I felt the air whisper by as I heard him shuffling
to get into place. I didn't realize that he had kneeled down until I
felt his tongue working my hole. Oh fuck!!!!!!!!!!  That feels so good.
It isn't often that I have encountered someone who enjoyed rimming as
much as I did but this guy sure gave me a run for my money.

I am sure he was doing this partly to take the edge off his cock so that
he didn't blow a gasket too soon. He most certainly knew what he was
doing, and I was loving every moment. He was turning out to be the man of
my dreams, or at least I was hopeful in this moment.

He was working his magic with his tongue, lips and fingers, opening and
loosening me up at the same time as getting me all wet for him. When he
sensed I was ready, he got up, lined up his cock with its target and
pushed his way in.

Oh fuck, he was bigger and thicker then I had thought. Did he grow or was
I really that tight? Either way, I had to relax and give into him. I
needed him more and more by the minute in me. I took a deep breath and
pushed out while relaxing at the same time, and entered, he did.

He had penetrated where only a few had gone before, and now was just
laying still in me. Letting me get accustomed to his throbbing rod. When
he felt me relax he would slowly move inch by inch, in and out. He
didn't go too quickly or too far in either direction, continuing to
allow me to relax and want him more.

Boy this guy knew what he was doing. This certainly wasn't his first
rodeo. I must have won the lottery or something or at least it sure felt
that way.

Another moment, and he began to speed up. Moving in and out deeper,
longer and ever so gentle at the same time. He had a way about him, a
confidence unlike no other. He knew his place and took control of the
situation. As he was fucking my hole, he was also making love to it and
to me.

I soon felt his soft but passionate kisses on the back of my neck, ears
and back as he worked his way in an out of my manhole. He reached around
me and grabbed a hold of my cock, and stroked it in unison with his
fucking motion. There was a synchronicity to it all, a rhythm unlike any
other. It was perfection, he was perfection, at least in this moment.

He varied the speed and depth of his movements, and before I knew it, he
had me moaning louder and I told him I was close. He encouraged me to let
loose anytime I was ready, and if I was open he was going to blow his
load in me as well.

Now under normal circumstances I wouldn't let a stranger bareback or
blow a load in me, but something about this experience wasn't normal.
There was a trust and faith in this stranger and experience unlike
anything I had lived before. There was a divine connection unfolding
here. In response, I said yes, please I would love that.

Another couple minutes and I was blowing my load over his fingers as he
continued to pump me full of his hefty cream. His blue balls beginning to
be a thing of the past as he unloaded his baby makers deep within me.

Once he was done creaming me, he slowed his rhythm down to a snail's
pace and kept fucking me. He remained hard and told me he wasn't done
yet. He had another load for me. Fuck me, I thought. I didn't want this
teasing motion, I needed the real thing.

He sensed my need and told me not to worry, that he was just taking a
short break so that he didn't blow again too fast. He "wanted to savour
my perfect ass," as he called it. Who am I to argue with that?

He continued to kiss me then pulled out. He grabbed his shirt as I
thought what the fuck?????????? I thought he was going to fuck me and
give me another load. Before I had a chance to say anything, he laid his
shirt down on the ground, and then invited me to lay down on my back on
top of it. He got down on top of me, chest to chest, cock to cock and
kissed me deeply. As he did so, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and
said he was ready to give me another load.

He slide into me, looking deep into my eyes as he did so. I felt so cared
for and that I was the only thing that mattered. Not the fact we were in
nature, that anyone could hear us, or walk into our nook within the trees
or anything else that could happen. The moon and stars were shining down
on us and it was truly a heavenly experience.

He gently and lovingly rocked my world from the inside out with his
manhood. Speeding up at just the right time, and slowing down when
guided. He was a master and I was fast becoming his sub. He knew it, I
knew it, even if it was a one-time connection. He was in charge; he was
going to take his time to enjoy the hole wrapped around his throbbing
cock.

He pressed his lips to mine, and we locked in a passionate kiss as he
fucked me. In and out, he went, over and over. I could feel his cock
thickening up, leaking into me. It felt awesome. As he was doing so, my
cock was rubbing against him slightly as well, and before I knew it I was
blowing another load without either of us touching my cock.

It wasn't long afterward as I was catching my breath a hair that he
plunged deep and unloaded another load deep within me. This time, he
relaxed his forehead against mine as he did so, eyes locked upon each
other as he did so. Once he had completed his unloading, he laid beside
me and looked up to the sky and said, thank you!  I didn't question his
response, as I was doing the same thing. I did wander if he had also had
a wish he put out that was potentially answered in this experience.

As we both caught our breath and bathed in the afterglow of our time
together, we got to know each other a little better. Both of us we agreed
that we needed to meet again; that this could not be a one-time
experience. It deserved a repeat at least.

I learned that his name was James, and he was in a relationship and that
it had ended earlier that day when they had gotten into a fight while in
bed. Which is why he had the blue balls. I guess they were in the middle
of things when it all transpired. But I was surely grateful that it did
as it led us to this moment.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this story. If you want to hear
more about what happened next, if anything, please email me and let me
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