Hooked up with Charlie again this week. This time, we met at my gym, worked out, and went back to my place for some fun. Workout was good except for the fact that Charlie distracted me a few times with lewd comments, some really nice compliments, and an ass grab. For a married man, I expected a bit more discretion in public, but I'm not bothered by it. I'm gay and don't care who knows it. I just thought he'd be a bit more cautious in public. Anyhow, we got back to my place and the fun began. I went to the pedestrian gate to let him in and we immediately lip locked. This guy is a GREAT kisser. Kissing is one of the most important things to me because nothing gets me harder faster than a great kisser. Gotta say, he tasted great and he said it was the ED meds he'd taken. They were SUPER fast acting because by the time we got in my front door, he was fully hard and ready for action. I'd taken nothing myself, and let him know I hadn't. We went upstairs and the first thing I did was sat on the bad, brought him close to me and began rubbing my face in his crotch. I could see his erection thru his compression pants and it was hot af. I kept teasing him by rubbing my face on it, but had to see it in person and ripped his pants off him. I began sniffing and licking his crotch, overwhelmed by his scent. LOVE the smell of a man who's clean, but just a touch sweaty. I teased him by licking his piss slit, his balls, his taint, and by fingering the rim of his hole. I went all the way down on him, and he began to fuck my face, pushing his seven inches as deeply in me as possible. I gagged a few times, and my eyes teared up. It's the single most aggressive thing he does, and I am here for it. I'd done a 15 mile bike ride earlier, so def had to shower. He wanted to shower with me, so we jumped in and cleaned up. Showering was fun; we soaped each other, played with our cocks, kissed, hugged, and enjoyed the warm, soothing water. We rinsed, got out, and went into the bedroom. Charlie lay face down, and I dove into his butt, kissing, teasting, rubbing my beard on his back, neck, butt cheeks, cock, and balls. This drove him nuts and I switched to kissing him in all those same places, adding my tongue to lick up and down his crack and cheeks. I kept teasing him, licking all around his hole, but not going in. Eventually, I had mercy, and began to tongue him. He went beserk, moaning loudly and earnestly. I also kept licking up and down his crack, licking his taint and his balls. I got him up on all fours to give him a little rusty trombone action, which I think we enjoyed equally. I then lubed up my fingers, and started with one finger, loosening him up, gradually adding fingers to the count, up to three fingers. This made him crazy, so it was then time for the four inch butt plug. I lubed it, and placed it right at his entrance. I pushed just a bit, and he opened up and swallowed it up. I let it sit for a minute, then slowly began to fuck him with it, the way he likes it. His moaning was turning me on, so I lubed up, put him on his back, and entered him. This man's hole feels like magic on my penis. Soooo smooth, slippery, and warm. It's amazing. I sunk in all the way, stayed for a second, then began to fuck him slowly and deeply. He felt sooo good, but I lost my hardon and pulled out. We kissed and hugged for a bit and my wood came back. He put him on his side, slid back in, pumped a few times, but lost the erection again. Not sure why, but note to self, take the ED meds next time. Anyway, he was understanding; we'd talked about his ED issues the first time we met, and both of us know when this happens, it's not a reflection on the other man, just a consequence of us aging. He had to be back to his wife, so we reluctantly got out of bed. Before that, I asked about getting him off, but he said he probably wouldn't be able to cum, so I left it at that. It's odd finding sex exciting and fun ever without an orgasm. This was unthinkable just a few months ago, but I'm fine with it. As he was getting dressed, I realized that I couldn't smell his hole on my beard because he'd taken a shower with me. Told him he wasn't allowed to shower next time. I was really looking forward to breathing his scent all day. He left, and I thought about what type of man I want for a bf. He's it. Smart, accomplished, genuine, authentic, caring, blah, blah, blah. I know he'll never be mine, but he IS the blueprint for the type of guy I want. Later that evening, I went to an orgy in one of the burbs, and left about 10 minutes after getting there. I realized that sex with strangers isn't really what I want anymore. I want to know the guy, find out what he's about, and then decide if I want to share myself with him. Thanks for coming to my TED talk
