First Time With Dad's Friend

I have known I am bisexual since I was a teenager. I have masturbated to the idea of men, to gay porn, I've crossdressed at different stages, but I had never done anything about it.

Sure, I'd toyed with the idea. I flirted with a friend for a while, I have chatted with men online, I've had phone and cam sex with dozens of men. But I could never work up the courage to do the final thing.

On New Year's Eve, I told myself that would be my resolution. I love my wife and I love women, but I need to do this.

Last weekend, I got my chance. One of the men who I first realised I was attracted to was my dad's friend V. He is early 60s, divorced tall, tanned and muscular and he is largely the prototype for what I like in a guy. I have wanted for so long to touch him, to suck him. I've had chances to throw myself at him but always bottled it.

But last weekend, there was a chance to be bold and I finally took it. My aunt was turning 70 and having a party. When my wife and I arrived, I realised he was there. Given my resolution and the timing, I thought it was a sign and got excited and scared.

When I said hello, I made sure to give him a hug that lingered, with my hands low on his back. I then managed to manoeuvre into a conversation with him and my uncle, waiting til my uncle went to the toilet to lightly flirt and joke with V. I figured it was good cover. If he said anything, I could play it off as joking, but he didn't. He seemed to reciprocate, so I kept it going and as the night went on it got my brazen. Jokes about him sleeping alone, jokes about me being good with my mouth, touching, his hand on my leg under the table. At one point he looked at my wife and told me I was a lucky man. When I joked I'd ask her could he come home with us, he told me he wouldn't want to share, to which I replied "share me or her?"

Near the end of the night, he went to the bathroom and I waited and followed. It was just us at the urinals as someone left. I looked at his hardening cock in his hand and reached over and began stroking it.

"You wouldn't have to share me." I said.

A noise at the door made us stop and when I went out my wife was ready to leave. As I was saying my goodbyes, he quietly asked me, nearly begging, to go to his house on the Monday after.

Sunday was torture and I didn't get much sleep, but on Monday as my wife went to work and I told her I was working from home, I was bouncing with excitement. I showered and shaved more closely than I had in years and drove the 20 minutes to his house. Outside, I thought I could leave without anything else but the pull was too strong. I nervously walked to the door and pressed the bell.

He answered in a bathrobe and I couldn't wait to see what was underneath. He led me by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom, where he told me to get naked, which I did, already rock hard. He directed me to lie on the bed and then took off his robe, revealing a really lovely body from years of gym work and climbed on top of me, kissing me. I wasn't sure he'd want to, but was glad he did. He was passionate and his rough skin felt different but incredible. I had my hands all over him but could not resist going for his cock.

It was frenzied but it was our first time and we kissed and stroked each other for some time before he asked if I wanted to suck his dick. I let the cat out of the bag at this point and told him I'd wanted it for 20 years. This seemed to turn him on and as I was beginning to lick and kiss his cock, he urged me to "show him how much I wanted it" which flicked a switch in me. I went at his cock like a madman, sucking and licking and eventually letting him fuck my mouth until he eventually flooded my throat, causing me to cough most of it out onto the sheets.

I've been thinking about it ever since. We're meeting again on Monday.