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AFF MEET 2: FIRST TIME WITH A BUDDY
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AFF MEET 2: FIRST TIME WITH A BUDDY When his profile popped up on “Who’s online,” I immediately clicked on it. His profile pic (a hairy torso) was an instant turn-on. His stats didn’t disappoint: straight, married, 55, 5’11”, athletic body, non-smoker, with some experience playing with straight couples... I sent him a message complimenting him for his profile. He thanked me and, to my surprise, asked for my email address. It was 8:00am and he didn’t want to be on the site at the office. A couple of hours later, he emailed me, “What are you up to?” “I’m off today. Bored. Wicked thoughts running through my head.” “Like…?” “Enjoying a nice piece of meat.” “Yeah? Can you host Downtown?” “Yes I can. Do you have any other pics?” He sent a face pic (boy, was he handsome!) and a body pic wearing white boxer briefs. The outline of his promising manhood, half-hard, hiding behind the fabric made my heart race. I could see myself rubbing my face against it --only the white fabric between us-- feeling it, smelling it, making it hard, it making me breathe heavy, it making me reach that blissful stage of uncontrollable lust. I asked him when he was able to stop by, and he replied “Hectic Friday.” “Well, I’m working from home, so very flexible here.” He said he was excited about it, but also nervous, and he wanted to know how it worked because he “had never been with a buddy before, but was curious.” I told him, “We’ll take it slow, at your pace. I’ll make you feel comfortable and relaxed, and only proceed when you give me your consent.” He thanked me for understanding. We continued exchanging emails throughout the day. The more we spoke the worse our chances looked: today was out of the question, and his best availability was early in the morning, around 6:00am, which was (and still is) too early for me. He is a morning (wood) person. I didn't want to be pushy and seem desperate (some people mistake interest for desperation) but, “Stop by once you’re done at the office. Start your weekend with a bang,” I said. But he declined. “Not possible. Have a great weekend.” I was a little disappointed --I really liked him. But I wasn’t discouraged. “He sent me his face pic, so he must be serious,” I thought. But “why did he send me his face pic without even pretending to put up a fight? Was that really his face pic? Most married men are reluctant to send one. Did he think I was trustworthy?” (I am, so if that’s what he thought, he was right.) “Time will tell,” I concluded. The following day, Saturday, in the afternoon my phone vibrates: an email from the businessman. “What are you up to?” “Nothing much,” I replied, hiding my excitement. “Do you get a lot of traffic on FriendFinder-x? Have you met anybody in person?” He wanted to know more about me. “Does that make him (look) real?,” I wondered. “Not really. Picky here. Plus not a paying member,” I replied to his first question. And to his second, “I’ve only met two people here.” He volunteered that he had just joined the site and had not met anyone yet, and added one of his fantasies was the “to have his ass eaten and maybe fingered.” The email exchange continued on Sunday. He had a lot of questions about what my “script” was (for sucking a man off). He basically wanted a step by step guide to my mouth, and I obliged. He also asked about MM interactions, and how roles are determined. I answered all of his questions. Although a little annoyed, I considered it an investment: in order to reap, you have to sow. When the week started, I had so much to do, I forgot about him. His reappearance on Wednesday morning caused a stir. He sent me a pic (a close-up of his hard cock snug under tight black trunks) with the caption “Just got back from the gym.” He was boasting at least eight inches of mouth-watering manhood. “Very appealing,” I replied. He was in a playful mood. So he replied with a pic of his cock in its full glory, balls squeezed by the black trunks’ elastic band. “It couldn’t wait to spring out.” It was a beauty: a thick, veiny, white slab of prime cut manhood, the kind you don’t see very often. One to remember. “I wonder if it fits my mouth,” I said. “I have been wondering that too,” he retorted. That’s when my doubts about him returned. I had no doubt I was being played. There was no way this is the same nervous man who had never been with “a buddy before,” the same nervous man who had a lot of questions about MM interactions, the same nervous man who had just joined this site. But, then I thought, “What if he had already given up? What if he realized he could no longer resist his urges and decided to take steps towards satisfying his curiosity? It’s possible. You can only fight for so long. He asked if I was available Friday. “That could work,” I replied. “I might be able to come over in the evening.” “Cool.” Then he sent me a screenshot of my profile pic: “Man, that’s a hot pic.” “Glad you like it. That could be your cock.” “I’d like to have a pic like that of my cock being serviced by you.” I was right. He had made up his mind: he was determined to satisfy his curiosity. “Easy. I’ll do the sucking, you take the pic.” “That’s a plan.” He was playing my game. I had him in the palm of my hand. “Where did he cum?,” he asked. Or, maybe I was playing his game. Maybe I was in the palm of his hand. I don’t care whose game it was as long as I was playing. “My tongue and mouth,” I replied. “Hot,” he said. “Hotter,” I said, “if you're at the receiving end,” I couldn’t help it. “Awesome,” he replied. Friday morning morning came and my inbox had no news from him. By that point I couldn’t stop thinking about it: his thick cock in my warm mouth. “He won,” I thought. I didn’t know what he was thinking --heck, I didn’t even know if he was real-- but the truth was he had me where he wanted me (if he wanted me): wanting his cock, needing his cock, craving his cock. Around 2:00pm he reappeared: “How is it going?” “Going well. Can’t wait. You?” I wasn’t going to hide it anymore: I was desperate. He had made me desperate. “Excited. How’s 7:00pm?” “7:00pm is great.” I gave him my address. “Want to switch to text or should I email you when I arrive?” “Email for now.” I still had my doubts about him. “Just give me a 10-15-minute heads-up.” “Will do.” Once I was done with work, I started tidying up my office. I’m somewhat messy so this was going to take some time. So much so I lost track of time. When I checked my phone again, it was already 6:00pm. I wasn’t cleaning my office for him, but I couldn’t help but feel I had wasted my time by trying to make my office look nice and create a good first impression. At 6:50pm I got an email: “10 minutes out.” “Ok,” I replied. Ten minutes went by. “Is he really going to do this to me?,” I wondered, almost a little angry. Actually, not even angry, rather disappointed for playing along and getting all worked up for maybe nothing. I kept staring at my phone, but nothing. A few minutes later: “Parked. Walking up.” “Is he really here?,” I wondered. One or two guys have stood me up, but usually they don’t say “parked.” They usually say “I’ll be there in ten,” but never make it. I know my demographic: married men are a special group. I understand their situation. But not getting a “I’m sorry. Plans changed” makes me lose hope in humanity. Well, the only way to see if he’s really here is by going downstairs and seeing for myself. I replied, “Coming.” When he walked up the steps, I was already waiting for him. I smiled in disbelief. When we got to my office, I offered him the couch. He sat down. I sat in my office chair. I felt like a therapist. Did he feel like a patient? He seemed a little nervous, but not as nervous as I expected him to be since it was his first time “with a buddy.” Our conversation was basically our email exchange read out loud and in person. When we got to the part about his cock and how big it was, he quipped, “It’s a little chubby.” We laughed. “Can I see it?” “Sure.” He stood up and dropped his shorts. It was already waking up. I started touching it, and like popcorn, it was instantaneously growing in my hands. I got my mouth close to it as I looked up at him, as if I were begging him to let me taste it. I stock out my tongue under its head and he pushed in a little. I went all the way down to its base and stayed there for a few seconds, my tongue in undertow mode. Then I pulled it out and looked up. He was looking down at me, mesmerized, experiencing for the first time what, for a long time, he had been curious about. I pushed him to the couch and he sat down again. I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his thick cock. It was a feast, and it was all for me. I was in heaven. It didn’t take long for him to ask me to stop. Now I had him where I wanted him, where they all end up: helpless, weakened, dominated by my mouth. I started playing with his balls, and he couldn’t stop moaning. My tongue slid a little lower, and he opened his leg just enough so that I could tease his ass with the tip of my wet tongue. Now he was in heaven. I continued playing with his ass, balls and cock. “Stop, stop, stop.” He was so close, anything would have pushed him over the edge. I gave him a respite. “So what do you think so far?” “This is amazing,” he replied, short of breath. He was speechless. He couldn’t put it into words. And he didn’t have to--I could see it in his eyes, his body, his hard cock dripping precum like a honeycomb. I gave him my phone and went back to fulfilling my duty. He took some pics and videos. I took my phone back and laid him down on the couch and ate his immaculate ass while holding his legs up. I think he was enjoying it more than expected. I almost fingered him, but I decided to stagger his experiences, delay his pleasure, leave something for later, have him back some other time (he will return, of course), and discover other places in his body where pleasure hides. Deepthroating his cock was fantastic: the down turn made it go down my throat like water. He asks me to stop, but I don’t stop. I keep going, slowly: head to base in one single motion, slow like honey, my tongue licking his balls every time I reach its base. I kept him on the edge for a few minutes until I mercilessly finished him. The explosion of cum in my mouth almost choked me. I pulled it out as it was still squirting, swallowed, and put it back in my mouth and swallowed the rest. He, half dead, catching his breath, lies down while his cock has seizures and dies slowly in my mouth. I sucked the life out of his cock. His cock is dead. I killed it. As he was putting his shorts on, a big grin on his face, he was already reliving everything in his head, what had happened just a few minutes ago. Something had been unlocked. What? A door to a new world of pleasures and sensations? Or just a window to look out but never venture? When he looked up, our eyes met. “Thank you,” he said. “It was my pleasure.” “Is it ok if I come back?,” he asked. “Of course. I’d love to have you back,” I replied. A door to a new world has been unlocked and will forever remain open.  |
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