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The afternoon of my visit to Dan’s house was far from a pleasant one, inside my head at least. I was a little freaked out by how fast and far things had gone with him. Just a couple of weeks ago he’d been a complete stranger, but now I’d had his cock in my hand and a finger up his ass. How could such a thing happen? It was a good thing work was slow that afternoon, because I couldn’t focus on anything. Or to put it more accurately, I couldn’t focus on anything but replaying the encounter with Matt in my head: going to his house, stripping off our clothes, watching each other jack off, touching his balls and cock and jacking him off, the feel of his cock against my ass when I straddled him, the feel of his hands on my cock, jacking me off. And then the wild few minutes in the shower, when I’d probed his ass with my finger, jacked him off again, and then come between his legs. What bothered me most, I think, was how out of control I’d been, how readily I did things I had never even thought of before. I had had that kind of experience with women before, but certainly not with a man. True, I had fooled around a bit when I was younger, but it was an awkward, halting business — kid stuff, really. This, however, was something else — a full-fledged “homosexual encounter.” Hearing that phrase in my own mind is what freaked me out. Like many straight people of my generation, my view of homosexuality had evolved over the years, from disdain or disgust to a sort of who-am-I-to-judge tolerance and a couple of real friendships with gay people. In my case the process was hastened by the guilty memory of those youthful encounters with my cousin. But being tolerant of homosexuality was one thing; doing it was another. To all this was added the guilt I felt about cheating on my wife. I really loved her and hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do. The fact that our sex life had begun to bore both of us was no excuse to play around. And even Karşıyaka escort if I hadn’t felt the guilt, which I did, there was the fear of getting caught. I knew from the experience of a couple of friends that an affair rarely stays secret forever. Yet none of these considerations kept me from replaying the encounter in my head. Every time I did I’d start to get a hardon, so I spent most of the afternoon hiding behind my desk in my office. I even skipped the afternoon trip to the coffee shop that several of us normally made each day. At home that night I was so preoccupied that my wife asked me what was wrong. Was I sick? Something bad happen at work? No, I told her, just tired, but I gave her a long kiss and hug before bed, and got her to smile, which made me feel a little better. During all this time I had purposely avoided checking email. But after getting in bed I coudn’t sleep, and after my wife drifted off I slipped off to the home office and opened my laptop. There were three emails from Matt. “Hey, Chris,” said the first one, which had been sent less than an hour after I’d left his house. “Thanks for coming over today. That was so hot. I was still so horny after you left that I jacked off again. I really want to do this again, and I hope you do, too.” The second one had been sent about two hours later. “Hey, Chris,” it said. “Is everything OK? You seemed a little bummed when you left. I hope I didn’t do something to offend you.” The third one had been sent about an hour before. “Hey, Chris, maybe I’m coming on too strong? I guess so, because I think you would have responded by now if you weren’t upset about something. Please write back so we can talk about it.” I sat there for a few minutes and then hit “compose.” “Hi, Matt. Yes, I’m a little freaked out. Everything happened so fast, I just need time to process it.” I hit send. I checked a few other emails and was about to log off bornova escort bayan when a new email popped up from Matt. I opened it. “Hi, Chris. I totally understand. I don’t mean to pressure you. I’m just a little worked up, I guess. I’ll leave you alone.” I quickly typed out a response. “Hey, maybe that sounded harsher than I meant it. I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. I’m just having a hard time dealing with what happened.” Matt responded that he, too, was conflicted about what we were doing. But he said he had always been a very cautious person, unwilling to take risks or try new things, and as a result had led a fairly dull life. Now he had a chance to do something different and maybe a little crazy, and for once he was going to just go with the flow. Whatever happened, happened. We exchanged a few more emails that night, and by the time we signed off I was feeling better. When I finally got back in bed I was too tired to think any further, and was able to fall asleep quickly. But the next morning I woke up early, with a terrific hardon, so I logged back into the computer and started looking for gay porn sites. The first one I came to featured a thumbnail showing two middle-aged guys together, so I clicked on it. It was not a professional video — you could tell by the poor lighting and the way one of the guys fumbled with the camera while getting it into position. They were in a hotel room, and as soon as the camera was set they got undressed, lay down on the bed and started kissing. This did nothing for me, but they soon progressed to stroking each others’ cocks, which made me stiffen up again, and then one guy starting sucking the other. I started stroking myself, and when they got into a 69 position I tilted the chair back so I could really go at it. One of the guys broke off the sucking and got on all fours, spreading his cheeks to the camera, and then the other guy got behind him Escort üçyol and started rubbing his dick against the first guy’s hole. Then he was inside, fucking hard. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and sprayed cum all over the other guy’s back, and I came with a gasp I’m sure my wife could hear three rooms away. After I cleaned up the mess I sent Matt an email. “If we did get together again, what would you want to do? ” I asked. Two minutes later I got his answer. “I want to suck your cock.” Well, there it was. I thought a good long while before I answered this. “Can I come over today?” “Sure,” he said. “I’ll see you at 12:15. ” * * * I was about five minutes late — I had gotten stuck in some stupid meeting — and when I finally knocked on the door it flew open. Matt was standing there dressed only in a robe, which did not cover his already stiffening cock. “For a second I was afraid you weren’t coming,” he said. “No, I just got …” But before I could finish the sentence Matt took hold of my belt and pulled me into the living room. There was a blanket and a couple of pillows on the floor, and the same porn DVD was playing on the TV. Matt was still tugging me along, and I barely had time to kick off my shoes before he dragged me to the center of the blanket and started undoing my belt. “Here, I’ll do that,” I said. He let got of me, shucked off his robe and stood there naked, waiting, while I took off my clothes. When I got down to my underwear he fell to his knees and pushed my hands aside. His face was about a foot from my crotch, and for a second I thought he was going to put his mouth on the cloth covering my rapidly stiffening dick, but instead he started rubbing me with one hand. My cock was in an awkward position, hard but pointing downward inside the cotton briefs, so I stopped him long enough to adjust so it was pointing upward. The purplish tip, already leaking precum, was showing just above the elastic waistband. Matt took hold of the elastic with both hands, and in one smooth motion slipped my briefs down to my ankles. Before I could step out of them he had my cock in his hand, and in the next second he was licking the precum out of my slit. The feeling was indescribable, so intense my knees almost buckled.
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