Serendipity Part I

This is a true story, the names and places are changed, but everything else is just as it happened...

Shit. 33 years old, divorced, living alone, and now I've started to wonder about men....sexually, I mean. I've always dug the chicks, you know? I mean, some nice big tits and a hairy bush....what could be better than that? But then why do I get so hard during the blow job closeups in a good porno? Well, I guess I found my answer, just about a year ago now......

It was late. I had taken a drive into the Sierra foothills to clear mind....just a chance to think about stuff alone, you know? It was late November, and unseasonably cold - about 20 degrees out. I was about 30 miles from home, and I came up on a late night diner. Well, I thought, a hot cup of Joe sounds about perfect right now...so I stopped.

I sat at the counter next to a guy almost as tall as me, and I'm 6'5". I guess the chicks would call him a hunk or something, muscular, clean shaven, dark, neatly combed hair, a stern but placid face, and a friendly smile.

"Cold tonight, huh?" he said, more cheerful than seemed warranted.

"Yeah... I thought I better get some coffee...." The waitress overheard me and brought over a hot cup without asking. I thanked her and paid her extra.

"Well, I'm Mark." he said. "Nice to have some company so late"
I assumed he meant for conversation, in the here and now.
"Yeah, sure." I said. I wasn't putting him off, but I wasn't exactly warming up to him, either, in spite of the fact that he made me feel strangely at ease. We finally ended up talking about the foothills and mountains, as we both seemed to enjoy the outdoors. Finally, he got up.

"Well, I better get home," he said and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you." It wasn't until he got up that I happened to notice that he had a pretty hefty lump in his crotch.... hey, he was tall and I was sitting down, remember?

I left the diner a few minutes later, filled up with enough coffee to see me home safe anyway. When I got to the parking lot there was Mark, leaning against the hood of his car.
"Stupid thing won't start - must be the cold," he said. "It's okay though.... tow truck's on the way..."
"I started to wish him well, but then part of me said...."don't be such an asshole!"
"Hey man, why don't I give you a lift - it's not a big deal."

"You sure?" he said. "I don't wanna cause you trouble..."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "It's my pleasure." With that we were off in my truck. It turned out that his place was on the way home anyway. We pulled up in his driveway, and he looked at me intently.
"Hey, man, why don't you come in and have a beer - it's the least I can do," he offered.

"That's okay - not necessary." I countered.

"No - I insist. It's Sam Adams good stuff, if you like stout."
Really, the only reason I agreed is that happens to be my favorite beer. Once we were seated on the couch in his living room enjoying the brewskis, he got up and excused himself to get into his sweats.
While he was changing, I noticed he had a bit of pot smoking stuff laying around, including about 2 ounces of what looked like some really decent grass. He came back to the couch, and several things happened simultaneously. First, I sat back, doing the "what, me, nope I wasn't looking at your pot...I was just sniffing the table" look of feigned innocence. Second, he sat down on the couch, his swaet pants tenting from a hard on tha just simply couldn't be missed. To not say something would be like ignoring the Headless Horseman suddenly galloping into the room. He had obviously been back there stroking himself off, presumably because of me. "Oh shit," was my first thought.

"You smoke?" he asked casually. I really didn't, but I had tried it a few times, and liked it. I had to assume he was talking about the pot.
"Yeah, a little." Saying nothing more, he rolled a joint, lit it, took a toke, and passed it. After we had both smoked a little and were feeling pretty realaxed, I noticed his cock was still hard, and I was ignoring the Headless Horseman. I finally had to say something..but what? I mean, it was completely obvious what he thought was going to happen. So, I said the only decent thing a somewhat curious, if not repressed individual in my situation could possibly say:

"Mind if I suck your cock?" The minute I said it I couldn't believe what I had just offered to do, or the fact that I obvioulsy had to make good on that offer....

He smiled and pulled his sweat pants off in a single motion. I knelt down, his hand gently guiding my head onto his inch and a half thick, eight inch long boner. My lips parted as the head of his big dick passed into my mouth. It actually felt and tasted great, and after the first few tentative moments, I started suckg his cock in ernest, as if I'd been doing this forever. he began breathing heavily and moaning softly, gently thrusting his paelvis into my face. Taking his dick down my throat made me gag at first, then was merely uncomfortable, then I was used to it, deep-throating him. There I was: stoned and sucking on the huge cock of a man I'd just met. I could say it was the pot, but the truth was, deep down, I 'd been waiting for a chance like this.
I kept sucking his dick eagerly, swirling my tongue around the head and keeping the shaft well lubricated with my spit. I even popped his hard on out of my mouth to suck his balls for a while, and nestle in his thick pubic hair. Then I put his hard dick back in my mouth and resumed sucking and tonguing his big cock. He was really getting into it, sighing a lot and saying things like " ah, yeah, you can suck my cock anytime...you suck so good, uh, yeah, like that, oh, man, don't stop that feels so good, that tongue.." I started to be able to taste pre cum leaking out of his dick - it was greasy and a bit salty. "I wanna fucking cum in your mouth dude, uh, yeah, let me cum in your mouth...I really want you to swallow it for me...mmmmm." I didn't even think about it when his balls suddenly tensed right in front of my face. I sealed my lips around his lead pipe shaft, toungued the underside of the head of his dick with a fast fluttering and wagging of the tip of my tongue - I always loved it when girlfriends had done that to me - and the stuck his rock hard preorgasmic penis in the back of my mouth. With that, he let out a loud "Ughhhhh......uhhhhhhhh" and a thick stream of sweet-salty come blasted against the back of my throat, onto my tongue, and by his fourth big spurt my mouth was full of his come. I swallowed it, but some leaked down the front of my chin. His dick was still dripping come onto the couch as I pulled his stiil-hard cock from my lips.
I had just given my first blow job, and apparently was pretty fucking good at it, plus I really liked sucking cock.

I thought we were done, but he led me to the bedroom and positioned me on my side into a sixty nine with him on the bed. His dick was in my mouth in no time, mine in his. The feeling of his erection returning in my mouth while my dick grew harder inside of his was totally erotic. He started sucking my cock expertly, tonguing my dick head the way I had tongued his. He sucked my balls hard, making me yell out in surprise. Then he put my hard dick back in his mouth an proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life. This guy knew how to suck on a dick. His tongue was everywhere, while his lips created a firm suction on my shaft and head. We started pistoning our cocks in and out of each other's mouths in perfect synch, our hands running all over each other's ass. We continued this for several minutes before my own orgasm erupted like a breaking dam. I came in four shots of spunk into his mouth, which, in turn he swallowed, in an orgasm so intense I didn't even realizing I was pounding my fist on his bed. I came so hard I almost blacked out.
We then retired to the shower together, washing each other up. I cleaned his cock up with my mouth and tongue, kneeling before him in the shower, but by then he was spent, and his dick too sensitive for another full-length blow job. Finally, we got out, dried each other off, and ended up back on the couch. We had another beer and a joint together, and by then it was 4 in the morning. We said goodbye, exchanged phone numbers, and promised to keep in touch. We have, and I've even given him another blow job or two, but little else. Last time I saw him he asked if I had ever been fucked up the ass, and had taken to the odd habit of wanting to stroke his cock while watching me take a leak......but these are things for another story. (coming soon!)

So that's how I broke into the world of gay sex. I now consider myself a bisexual (hey, I still like pussy!) and can't wait to have many more sexual adventures......