man to man party timeMy fantasy right now is one I cum to quite a bit. There is a couple of guys in my neighborhood who have a nice house and seem like good hosts. They see me as a very tall guy of about their age who would crave some good conversation and maybe is missing something at home which they have seen observing over the fence. They invite me over for some other guys getting together. I happily accept and get there and begin to meet other men about my same age and look. One of them is quite pleasant, heavier than I am and shorter but he has a ruggedness that I find attractive and we comment on each others beards, mine new his for a while as I learn. We find ourselves in a room alone and he asks if I have known our hosts long. I tell him that I have for a while although this is the first time I have been at or indeed invited to a get together at their house. We talk more about our jobs and our own houses and lives. I make it clear that I am finding times lately to be lonely, I use the word knowing that it might seem needy but also that it could indicate many things. He agrees bahis firmaları and then he lightly touches my knee at first like it was an accident but when I move that knee a bit closer her repeats it and the hand stays there. My heart begins to race and I look hard at him in the eyes and we find ourselves both sighing deeply. The electricity is amazing. I now know that I would go right for him right there but there has to be some decorum, some hold or it will be the right thing at the wrong time. I ask him if he lives around and he says just two blocks over. I think that I get what is going on but I want to be sure so I put my hand on his to see what happens next and he pulls my hand over his pants and pushes against it with a bulge that is making it hard for me to keep thinking straight. I sort of gasp and begin to massage him and to make sure about what is going on I lean over and put my mouth on his, beard to beard to so speak. We kiss the first man kiss I have ever had and it tastes like the wine we have been drinking with something else I have not tasted in years, real desire. kaçak iddaa Desire to fuck me and be fucked by me. Desire to have me swallow his moaning orgasm and to keep his cock in my mouth and milk it over and over. Desire to lick my nuts and to rim me and to suck me so hard that I might not ever want it to end. I gasp and pull back, I can’t believe that something like this could happen and feel sure that someone will come into the room at any moment.I tell him that I want him, as if he doesn’t know, but to say that I think that we should continue, if possible, at his house. He agrees and then sits back and says that perhaps we should wait a bit and maybe leave separately. I agree. Sitting back I take a sip of the wine and just look at him and smile. I get up and check the door and where anyone else might be and find no one at all around. I close the door and walk over to him and get down on my knees in front of him and put my open mouth over his zipped cock just to indicate the extent of what he is getting into. He unzips quickly and his partially turgid cock (shaved like mine!) bulges kaçak bahis out into my mouth and I suck it all in and nuts too, gently and firmly and my tongue goes wild tasting the precum and it makes my own dick go crazy not to mention my mind again. close to losing control. I feel him pulling and pushing inside his cock as he flexes the muscles supporting his organ like he is ending a piss or letting an orgasm finish. I am ecstatic to feel this as I do with my own and this first time with a cock in my mouth is sending me to heaven. My tongue is under his nuts and pushes on his perineum to his anus the head of his cock now engorging and pushing to the back of my mouth onto my throat. My head is spinning I am in love with this I am truly a cock sucking lover of this wonderful man.Then, suddenly he pushes me away and quickly zips up. Instinctively, I straighten up and grab my wine and move toward some books just as one of the hosts enters. Is there the smell of our lust in the air? The hosts are a married couple, they must do these parties just for this kind of encounter. We exchange some pleasant notions about how well the party is going and talk a bit about the weather and the season. I am like a robot or a machine on autopilot. My true self is still several minutes back. I may never catch up.