Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2009 19:12:04 -0400 From: Doug Subject: Unexpected Dinner Guest Readers! Everything you are about to read is absolutely TRUE. Since my last posting much has happened in my life. All good -- well, eventually it will be! Now that my kids are grown and out of the nest, I did a serious re-evaluation of what I want out of life. I decided I will live on my own as a gay man. My wife and I split. I made the leap in December 2008. It's the right call for me. Late one night, a few months ago, an interesting, intelligent, and sensitive man saw my profile online at SilverDaddies.com. We swapped some fun emails and two phone calls. Nothing serious. And when he told me he was partnered, I replied that I was not interested in ever meeting. I told him I had a new rule to never mess with partnered men. Over the next few weeks, he emailed me occasionally. Swapping emails was fun and harmless. I had told him about Nifty.org and where to find stories of my true married-man adventures. He loved my stories. Then one Sunday evening he emailed me once again. Here is what happened after that email. HE WROTE THE FOLLOWING TRUE ACCOUNT. The man he refers to is ME. He said it was OK for you to read about our very private get- together.. ``````````````````````````````````````` It was the end of the weekend. I was home, bored, and not looking forward to another evening alone. I called a couple of friends who turned out to be either busy or not answering. That's when I decided to check out an adult website I frequent. Honestly, I didn't expect to find anyone or anything interesting. It was something to do. While I was checking out the men's profiles (especially their pictures!), a man came online with whom I had chatted before. He'd made it clear he didn't want to get involved with someone who was already in a relationship (that would be me). Hence, I had given up on the idea of doing anything sexual with him. He seemed like an interesting, intelligent person. So I decided to send him an email to say "Hi." I had nothing to lose. In the back of my mind, I thought, "If he answers back, maybe I'll ask to meet him somewhere for dinner, perhaps having a glass of wine or two. We'll have some laughs and then call it a night. Friends. No sex." My partner was still out of town for a week and I was looking for some male company. To my surprise, he instantly responded to my email. I wrote back and asked if he would be interested in having dinner together. I tried not to get too excited, but in my mind I was already trying to come up with somewhere to meet for dinner. Within a minute, he responded a second time! He was interested in getting together for dinner! I wrote and asked him where he wanted to meet. He responded again and inquired if we could have dinner at my house. I thought that was a bit forward. But actually I prefer to eat at home anyhow because most restaurants are loud and it's difficult to have a good conversation. In my reply I said that I only had some leftover casserole to offer or a frozen pizza. To my intense surprise, he responded saying he would bring wine and salad if I put the pizza in the oven. Wow! My evening alone was salvaged! I told him my address. Once again he surprised me. His next email back to me included a picture of him in a dress shirt, cuff links, and tie. And surprisingly, it also showed his cock, which was definitely at attention as his hand gripped it! Weeks earlier he had sent me a couple of suit and tie type pictures, but nothing sexual. He knew about my fetish for men in suits. But a dick picture? What did THIS picture mean?! Surely he wasn't implying that he wanted to have sex!! He already said he wasn't interested in messing around with me because I have a partner. I thanked him for his picture. And I added that I was looking forward to seeing him in about 30 minutes. Now my mind began to race. Did he really send me that picture on purpose? Surely he was just teasing - he had made his wishes clear the last time we chatted. Would he really come over? I've been stood up on several other occasions, so I tried to suppress my anticipation, but I found my cock tingling with excitement as I again gazed at the last picture he had sent with his stiff dick exposed. I quickly washed up... just in case... and got dinner in the oven as promised. Sure enough, about 30 minutes later, a car stopped in front of my house. I spied as a good looking stud emerged and came towards the house carrying a sack which must have included the makings of a salad. I felt my cock tingle with excitement, but again cautioned myself not to expect too much. As he came into the house I desperately wanted to hug and fondle him! His smile was infectious! Instead I gave a quick peck on his lips and welcomed him. As I glanced down, I noticed he had great feet...another of my fetishes. They looked especially nice in the loafers he was wearing. But still, I tried not to get too excited. This man ended up being a real gem! I felt instantly comfortable around him (which is unusual for me - I'm generally quite reserved in this type of situation). Our conversation flowed freely about a variety of things, including our careers, travels and pets. Since he was previously in the real estate business, he was interested in touring my house. His eyes were as penetrating as his smile, and I tried to keep my mind focused on showing the house - which was difficult to do!. During the tour, he touched me a couple of times. Nothing suggestive. Just a light squeeze of my arm or a pat on my back. Just friendly. Not sexual. Surely the picture he sent was just to tease. After the tour, we continued our conversation. In his haste to come over, he forgot to bring wine - which wasn't a problem since I had a couple of opened bottles chilling in the fridge. While I tended to the pizza in the oven, he emptied the bag of ingredients and began to prepare a big salad. He had his back to me as he chopped lettuce and vegetables. I couldn't help but stare at his ass. It was gorgeous! And his jeans showed off the nice curve of his cheeks. I had to tell myself again not to expect anything. I didn't want to get all excited for nothing. The conversation continued while we ate pizza and salad. We talked about my upcoming trip to Africa and, in his enthusiasm for what I was saying, he placed his hand on my thigh for a brief moment. But again, I tried not to act excited; it seemed like a natural part of his gregarious personality. After we finished eating he got up to look at some art I have hanging in the dining room. I put the plates in the dishwasher and switched the music on my ipod. I remember thinking, "This handsome guy is coming on to me. And I like it!" I stood next to him to explain that my college roommate painted the art hanging on the wall. He liked it. We then moved to look at another work by the same artist. This one was in a corner of the room. We both leaned forward to look closely at the picture. As we talked about the work, we turned our heads and looked into each others eyes. Almost imperceptively, we leaned forward toward each other. We engaged in the most sensual kiss I have experienced in years! His lips felt supple and caring. His tongue danced with mine. He wrapped his arms around me, tight. I reached down to fondle his beautiful ass and worked my way around to his manhood. He felt up my body while I felt his. Our mouths remained interlocked as we explored. I was swept up in our passionate foreplay. The music in the background added to the sensuality of the moment. I didn't want to stop exploring his mouth with my tongue. We kissed with intense passion for several minutes. I unzipped his pants to get a better feel of the cock I had just seen on the monitor screen an hour earlier. It felt wonderful! And his balls were truly a handful: shaved, just like I like them. And we continued to make out like teenagers engaged in our first deep kiss. Finally, I suggested we go somewhere more comfortable. He followed me to the bedroom. This man felt FANTASTIC in my arms. I wanted to explore every inch of his body from head to toe. As we got naked, the making out continued. In bed, our tongues plunged deep. His skin felt fantastic - smooth, yet electrified by the passion. Our hands moved sensually up and down and around. We explored to find each others g- spots, which was easy because of the intense, deep, throaty moaning. After finishing an orgasmically intense kiss, he moved his mouth towards my ear. I'll confess, I normally do not like anyone to play with my ears. But this man was different. He licked, kissed and sucked around the top of my ear, not in my ear canal. The feelings were intense. His sensitivity made me melt with pleasure as the sexual intensity continued to grow. I felt my cock oozing pre-cum. Wanting to make him feel wonderful, I explored his beautiful feet. Now bare, they looked even better than I imagined! He groaned with pleasure as I began to make love with his feet. Gently, I sucked each toe. I massaged the undersides of his feet, paying special attention to the pleasure points. I licked and sucked his feet. From his moans of delight I knew he was in ecstasy! This guy was an AMAZING lover!! We were like animals feeling each other and giving each other pleasure. After each bout of exploration we always returned to making out. It was the core of what we both needed that night. It was intimacy. This wasn't about getting off. This was about giving and receiving pleasure. I held back my climax for a long time. Over and over I got to the point of cumming. I know he resisted, too. At one point I heard the background music play, "Are You Satisfied?"... MAN what a crazy question! YES! YES! YES! We weren't just having sex - we were making love! Neither of us wanted the evening to end. Lusting for another way to love him, I decided it was time to discover his ass. With wet, sensuous kisses, I worked my way down his slim body, from his neck to his anus. His asshole tingled with excitement and anticipation. I felt the contractions as I tipped it with my tongue. I could feel it pulsing! My tongue was driving him wild. I know I can rim well, but with him, the way he reacted it went to a totally new level. He responded with pleasure to my tongue and my fingers as my hand explored his glorious back side. Every way I could think to touch him produced waves of pleasure in his body. He moaned and writhed. And from the starting point of his anus, there were his full balls and stiff, full cock to enjoy. Once again, after every exploration, we returned to passionate kissing. It was our theme. Passion radiated from our mouths. Then I started to do something he begged me to do. I had told him earlier that at dinner that I speak several languages. He asked me to tell him in German what I was feeling. He did not understand German. Breathlessly I whispered my intense feelings in German! I still cannot believe this happened but it did -- every time I spoke to him in the foreign language the intensity of his pleasure increased! It was hot to me, too! By now we had been making love for nearly three hours! I didn't want it to end. He didn't either. But finally, the intensity of the intimacy was so much that I couldn't hold back any longer. With a tremendous rush my cock blasted a huge amount of cum all over my chest. He, hotter than ever at the sight of my sperm, jacked his throbbing manhood all over my chest, too! He mixed his cum with mine. As I watched his jism spray me I had time to think he would never finish cumming! I told him later it felt like he shot for two minutes. Exhausted from pleasure, we held each other, wanting as much of our bodies to touch each other as possible. And still we kissed some more. Even after deep, massive explosions of cum neither of us wanted the moment to end. We continued to kiss, cuddle and play. Another hour passed! It was now 4 solid hours of making love. The sensuality of it all was incredible. And to think it all started as he admired a piece of art my artist friend made for me. We dressed slowly. We were too tired to go fast. The passion and intensity had overwhelmed both of us. We both knew this had to be a one time thing. We were both fulfilled in ways we could not even have imagined. He left. I wondered if we would ever see each other again.