This is the true story of the second time I messed around with a guy. The story of the first time can be found in my posts.
Some background: I’m Gary, 18 at the time, 6ft 2, 170 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, body hair. The other guy’s name was Dennis. Mid 60s, white, average height and weight.
After our last meeting, I had deleted my adam4adam account and dealt with the struggle of whether I was gay, bi, or straight. I had a massive amount of shame and thought if I deleted my profile, it would go away. 2 months after I deleted my first profile, I caved. With a raging hard on, I made a new a4a account at 1 in the morning.
I immediately looked up Dennis’ profile. He wasn’t online. I messaged him basically saying “Hey, its me again. Deleted my profile. Sorry, it wasn’t anything you did.” I felt a bit of relief. I didn’t want to ghost anybody and owning up made it better in my mind. I beat off and went to bed pleased with myself. I was just apologizing and had no intention of ever meeting up again.
I woke up in the morning and was still logged in. I just wanted to see if he had replied. A message in my inbox said “Hey, good to hear from you. Glad you’re doing alright. I understand.” It made me feel good, that I hadn’t just ghosted him. Alright, well that’s all done. No need to reply.
Yeah, so of course I replied a few hours later when I was horny. I told him it was fun but I wasn’t really sure if I was into it. He said “Its not for everyone. But you did a great job though.” “Lying bastard” I thought to myself lol. I know damn well my skills were subpar and I’m pretty sure I caught him with teeth a bit. Wasn’t my fault, my mouth literally couldn’t accommodate his size.
“Whatever, you’re just blowing smoke.” He replied, “Definitely not. It’s a shame you’re not into it. I’d love to have you over again.” Damn, he’s good lol. I gave him a laughing emoji and closed the chat. For about 10 minutes. I messaged back “what’s your schedule look like 2 days from now?” No going back now. “Im free, if you’d like to come over.” “I’ll see, maybe.” I’m such an ass, I ask then kinda dance with the idea of meeting.
Two days later, I messaged him. “Hey, I’m free if you’d like to hang out.” It’s funny to think about, I know what I want but still won’t just say hey I’m coming to blow you. “Great, come over around 10. See you then.” Hmm, well guess I’m gonna suck cock today. I drove over, same drill as last time. Walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. When he answered, he smiled, shook my hand, and invited me into the apartment.
This time the energy was different. He was still friendly, but I didn’t view him the same way as I did before. I guess once you’ve been on your knees with a man’s cock in your mouth, you’re gonna think of him a little differently. He was somewhat handsome, but not exactly a model. He had on a t-shirt and shorts. As we made small talk while walking, I glanced at his crotch because I knew what a fat cock he was hiding. When I looked up, I knew he had caught me by the big grin he had.
This time as we walked to the couch, I noticed the porn on the tv. Was it the same as last time? Who knows, but at least I was a little more aware. We took a seat while chatting. He sat much closer to me this time, our legs were almost touching. He asked, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but are you sure you didn’t enjoy last time?” “I’m not sure, I’ve just thought a lot about it. It’s a mixture of shame and horniness.” “I understand, that’s completely normal. You certainly had a hard dick while I was in your mouth” As he said that, his leg brushed mine. I felt a shiver and realized I was not really in control of my actions anymore.
As the silence between us lingered, I slowly moved my left hand and placed it on his crotch. He broke the silence with a soft moan. “Can I try again?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, just lifted his butt off the couch and slid his shorts down. His cock wasn’t hard all the way, but you could already tell it was thicker than average. I grabbed it with my left hand and slowly began stroking it. I swear, the smirk on his face could’ve made me cum if I had stared too long.
I stood up and turned away from him. I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts in a pile at my feet. As I stood there, he grabbed an ass cheek and gave a slight squeeze. Standing there, with a man much older than I squeezing my ass, I realized I had done this on my own. I just stripped and presented my ass to an older man without being asked. I think I’m actually bi. As he let go of my ass, I turned around and took my place on my knees in front of him.
I picked up his quickly hardening cock and placed the head in my mouth. I looked up to see him staring. He’s mainly focused on the physical pleasure while I’m coming to terms with the mental pleasure. I begin sucking on his fat head and cup his nuts with my hand. I begin sliding further down, accepting more of his cock into my mouth. As I picked up the pace a little, I felt his hand on the top of my head. It felt reassuring at first.
As it went on, I started to get more comfortable with making a bit of a mess. I bobbed up and down while stroking what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. I focused on keeping my teeth off of him and going as deep as I could manage. I gagged a little, then backed off before going down again. This time as I started to get lower, I felt the pressure from his hand on my head increase. I began gagging and tried to move back up, only to realize he was preventing me. I began to panic and pulled away as hard as I could, gasping for air. I stroked him and as I looked through the slight tears in my eyes, I saw him smirking. Fuck, that was hot.
I got back to sucking him, all the while cognizant of the hand on my head. I was fearful and a bit concerned if he would do it again. He seemed to not want to though, just continuing to moan. He took his hand away and grabbed for the towel that was nearby. As his moaning started to quicken, he said “I’m close.” I continued on, trying my best to get him to finish.
He panted heavily and said “oh fuck I’m gonna cum soon.” I thought about the previous visit, about how when he came I stopped stroking him due to my shock and amazement. I was determined to continue stroking him and give him a good finish this time. I continued bobbing up and down trying to get him as deep in my mouth as possible, stroking him quickly. I locked eyes with him,, and this seemed to do it for him. I saw a slight, what could be described as, panic on his face as he pushed the towel towards me. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
Without breaking eye contact, I continued on with what I was doing. I hadn’t planned on it, but I realized I needed it this way. I don’t need that damn towel. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I felt his cock swell and start to pulse. One pulse, then another, then another as he groaned. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, swallowed his cum, and continued stroking. 3 or 4 less forceful pulses came as I slowed stroking. I swallowed again and quit stroking, just holding his cock firmly. I sucked on his fat cock until I was certain I had drained him. I let go of his cock, sat back on my heels and gave him a smirk of my own.
He looked bewildered for a moment, getting over the orgasm, and then chucked. “That was pretty great.” He then pointed to the bathroom and said I was more than welcome to use the mouthwash and clean up a bit. I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was … proud? Yes, it felt good. There was something so taboo feeling about it. A man, at least 40 years older than me, older than my own dad, had just cum in my mouth and his sperm was now in my 18 year old body. I had willingly taken his load without even being asked.
I walked out of the bathroom and gathered my clothes. My fully hard erection was on display as I put the clothes back on. We chatted as we walked to the door, saying how fun it was. He shook my hand, saw me out, and closed the door behind me.