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A MARRIED MAN WHO LIKES MY PIC  

latsd 47M  
2 posts
2/16/2021 4:31 pm
A MARRIED MAN WHO LIKES MY PIC

When I got his instance message, I almost dismissed it. His profile was basically blank ( his age and marital status were filled ). Plus I was about to start my Zoom meeting (I’ve been working from home since mid March when the pandemic started). But for some reason --perhaps his age (53)-- I decided to reply.

He said he liked my profile--above all my main pic (me<b> sucking </font></b>on a beautiful cock). He wanted to see his cock in my mouth just like in the pic. He said he was about to take a shower to go to work, but he could stop by my place. I told him unfortunately my Zoom meeting was about to start. He said he wouldn’t mind standing by, waiting for me to let him know when I was done.

That seemed odd, Most married men don’t usually “stand by and wait”. On the contrary, most married men are usually in a rush--it’s usually now or never kind of situation, in which if it doesn’t happen right now, it’s never going to happen.

About an hour and minutes into my meeting --very boring and a waste of time by this point-- (un)welcome thoughts started flooding my mind: I could be doing other more productive and satisfying things with my time, maybe even<b> sucking </font></b>that guy off. Bear in mind, at this point I hadn’t even bothered to ask him for pics. So I decided to check AdultFriendFinder, and to my surprise, there was a message from him asking for an update. I told him I didn’t know when I was going to be done, and I also asked him to share some pics, if he had any. He sent me a fully-clothed body pic (head cut off) and a cock pic. “Not bad,” I thought “but average, nothing to get too excited about.” He asked for my . I gave him my cross street. He said he worked just 5 minutes away.

About 45 minutes later, my meeting was finally over. I texted him, and there he was: still waiting! I gave him my , and of course, now he says he’s 30 minutes away. “There it is,” I thought. “I knew it.” He said his boss had sent him to run an errand. Obviously I didn’t believe him: he’s a married man, and that’s what married men do. If you don’t strike while they’re in heat (that moment when your urges control your mind), you missed your chance. So I gave up on him.

As I was finishing a report on my computer, like 20 minutes later, I checked the site again, and found three texts from him. He was outside waiting for me. I looked down from my balcony, and there was indeed a man outside. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, he was not pushy, he was very polite indeed, but his perseverance was remarkably strange, I tought.

When I got to the lobby and looked out of the door, there he was: standing 6’2” tall, a few extra pounds around his waist, wearing worn-out blue jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, and tan steel toe work boots. He was wearing a mask (as I had requested), sunglasses, and a baseball cap. I couldn’t really see his facial features, but I didn’t mind: he had exactly the type of body I like. A quick scan of his outfit and demeanor told me he was a construction worker. But his hands were clean and so were his boots, so maybe he was a supervisor. Or maybe he was an electrician. I really couldn’t tell with certainty, but I liked what I saw, so I opened the door and asked him to come in.

The elevator ride was a little awkward. All my questions were answered with one-liners, if not monosyllabic answers. He didn’t remove his glasses on the elevator, so his identity was still a mystery to me. He seemed very nervous.

When we entered my apartment, I asked him if he wanted some water or something, or maybe use the bathroom, but he said he was fine. I led him to my office. He started unzipping right away as I unfolded a towel to cover my couch. Hi sat down, and with his underwear and pants bunched up around his ankles, legs spread open, I noticed his cock was starting to get hard. Not that, this cock didn’t all like the pic he sent . This cock was something to get really excited about, not average all. I couldn’t wait to devour it. But I noticed he was seriously nervous. So made some comments about the weather trying to make him relax, but it didn’t take. Talking was not his thing.

When I touched his cock, he started shaking. It was trascendental, deeply moving: he needed it, wanted it, craved it so much, he couldn’t control the way his body was reacting to my touch. I don’t know if he was embarrassed --I couldn’t see his , his eye-- but that’s when I realized I had to do my best work yet, put my skills to work their magic. While my hands were playing with his cock and balls, I asked him when the last time he came was. He said “a couple of days ago.” “How?” “I jerked off.” He was getting harder. “When was the last time you got sucked off by a man?” “Like three months ago. Last year,” he said. Now his cock was harder, pulsating of control every few seconds. His legs were still shaking.

When I put his cock in my mouth (I always like going slowly all the way down to the base the first time I put it in my mouth), he was looking , and slowly put his back and let go. He stopped shaking. I continued<b> sucking </font></b>on his cock with deep and intense suction while my tongue, unpredictable, was doing its own thing. “That’s really good,” he said. Now his cock was completely hard, at least 8 inches, not too thick but thick enough to fill my mouth. He asked to pinch his nipples. “Harder,” he said. And I was in heaven deepthroating his cock, my right hand pinching his left nipple, my left hand playing with his balls and hole. He was moaning, squirming as if I were restraining him and he was trying to free himself. When my tongue touched his balls, he opened his legs. I swallowed his balls while pinching his nipples. I returned to his cock, and he asked to stop and release: he was so close he could shoot just by feeling my mouth’s engulfing his pulsating cock. He was holding my hand tight as if trying to let know how much pleasure he was feeling and how much he was enjoying it. After<b> sucking </font></b>on and licking his balls, I returned to his cock. I just couldn’t help it. I loved how it throbbed in my mouth and how it grew every time he was about to explode. He was holding my head tenderly, dictating mypace, making me deepthroat him. After a few minutes taking him to edge and pulling him back on to flat ground, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. “I’m going to . Are you ready?” I continued deepthroating him until he exploded in my mouth, his sweet coating my throat. Suddenly, He pulled his cock still dripping --an unfortunate waste. I wanted to continue<b> sucking </font></b>on his cock and taking every drop of his , but he grabbed my chin, and said “Too sensitive.” He got up, his cock still rock hard and dripping , and pulled his underwear and pants up. “Where’s the bathroom?” “The door on the left,” I said.
He goes into the bathroom, I’m just standing there, in the middle of the hallway, thinking. Not really thinking, actually trying to think. I just couldn’t process what had happened (and was still happening). It was as if he were struck by lightning --his reality-- and he became someone else, or maybe who he really is. It was as if he couldn’t deal with the fact that he needed a man’s mouth for his pleasure, my mouth, a need that made him “stand by and wait” and then drive back to downtown just to get oral from --or maybe any other man. Once the destination was reached, his reality was calling. I can hear the water running. I came to the bathroom door and stood behind him. He noticed me. “Can I use this towel?” “Of course.” He dried up, zipped up, and walked to the door. I was a few steps behind him. He opened the door. “Thank you.” I smiled. “The elevator is that way. Press L. Thank you.”

He left.

Now, as I’m writing this, and I relieve the sensation of having his growing cock in my mouth, the taste of him, his hand holding mine... I wished he would’ve let me continue<b> sucking </font></b>his cock, enjoying every drop of his , until his erection disappeared. I wished he wouldn’t have rushed of here as if he had to put a fire… But it’s alright. That’s the nature of this metier. However, what I will never forget is his body shaking when I touched him for the first time. That means something. At least to me. Maybe to him too. I think he enjoyed it. So did I. Will he be back? I don’t know. I’m thankful.


OurSecret119 51M

2/19/2021 7:27 pm

Very Hot!


latsd 47M  
1 post
2/19/2021 9:21 pm

Thank you


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