Bi-Sexual Male / 44
Giving In To My Hidden Desires
I am sure that a lot of men have had the thought of what they would do if a man offered themselves to them. I did. At a gas station I went to pay and the man behind the counter was an older Pakistani man and we talked for a half an hour. He was alone, said he was a history teacher in Pakistan, but the only job he had gotten was a cashier at a gas station. Why, how, the conversation came around to being alone I don't remember. I told him it was my day off and I was running errands. I asked him when he got off and he said 3 pm, and I invited him to have dinner with me.
He was friendly and we got a long fine and we talked about growing up in Pakistan. He told me that what he was was dangerous. I asked him out of ignorance what that meant. He said he wanted to kiss a man. I asked him if he wanted to kiss me. He said he did I let him kiss me. I had never been kissed by a man before and it felt both something and everything. His kiss was deep and wet and he used his tongue on me. When I opened his zipper and took out his cock, I immediately went to sucking him. I like to think that I was making love to his cock, not just sucking him. In no time we were on my bed and I was learning what it meant for a man to have sex with you. I gave in to everything he wanted and he stuffed his hard cock all the way in me.
This was my first experience and I loved every bit of it. Just being naked with him was exciting. Holding his cock, and he grabbing mine felt erotic. Sucking on his cock was even better. And although I over though it at the time, having him shove his cock in me was the highlight of the evening.
I got together with him several times afterwards, each time lowering my inhibitions. Until I had sex with him, sex as sex with him. I loved every time and every moment of it. I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted him to have sex with me. It was more than just want. I am sad to say that one day he no longer worked at the gas station. All I have is the memories.
He was friendly and we got a long fine and we talked about growing up in Pakistan. He told me that what he was was dangerous. I asked him out of ignorance what that meant. He said he wanted to kiss a man. I asked him if he wanted to kiss me. He said he did I let him kiss me. I had never been kissed by a man before and it felt both something and everything. His kiss was deep and wet and he used his tongue on me. When I opened his zipper and took out his cock, I immediately went to sucking him. I like to think that I was making love to his cock, not just sucking him. In no time we were on my bed and I was learning what it meant for a man to have sex with you. I gave in to everything he wanted and he stuffed his hard cock all the way in me.
This was my first experience and I loved every bit of it. Just being naked with him was exciting. Holding his cock, and he grabbing mine felt erotic. Sucking on his cock was even better. And although I over though it at the time, having him shove his cock in me was the highlight of the evening.
I got together with him several times afterwards, each time lowering my inhibitions. Until I had sex with him, sex as sex with him. I loved every time and every moment of it. I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted him to have sex with me. It was more than just want. I am sad to say that one day he no longer worked at the gas station. All I have is the memories.
