What men won’t admit publicly ending

... I found his lips just as soft as a woman’s. I was already ‘tenting’ under my bathrobe. I felt his hands leave mine as we continued to kiss as we stood there. His hands, although masculine, were soft. I felt his hands reach inside the top of my bathroom with their palms touching my chest. He moved them in an outward motion until my bathrobe slipped off my shoulders. My heart was racing because I knew that he was seducing me in this quiet and private place that he called a garage. Using the softest touch, he now moved his hands lower until he stopped just short of the tie that kept the rest of the bathrobe from revealing my nakedness. I inhaled deeply because he was so close to my now stiff cock. I knew that he had done the same thing with other men. There seemed to be no rush on his part as our tongues were touching and playing with each other. His kissing continued until he had released the tie causing my cock to be free. Ever so softly, he cupped my balls in one hand as his other hand caressed my cock. It felt like electricity was going through my body. I remember gasping at his touch. At this point, I wanted him so badly. Probably more so than any woman that I had been with ! He broke the spell by telling me to lie down on his massage table on my tummy. He never asked. Usually, with a woman, I was the one seducing and taking the lead. And yet, here I was being submissive to a guy that I had just met. He started to massage me with oil, starting from my shoulders. He was standing at the end of the table near my head. I couldn’t see anything because my head was facing down in the ‘hole’ that was there. He would pause occasionally and massage a calming spot at the back of my neck. He gradually moved down the right hand side of me. I lifted my head because I was finding where my head was wasn’t that comfortable. Just lying there, I turned my face towards him and all that I could see was his cock and balls just so close to my head. His cock was thick and his balls were large. I remember thinking ‘how the hell is that cock going to fit if he wants to fuck me !’. I thought that because he had told me that he was a ‘top’ and had asked me to ‘clean myself’ before I came over. So, naturally I was thinking about his cock in my virgin ass. I kept looking at his cock that was showing. Even though he had his bathrobe still on, I thought that he wanted me to see it. He, being a much older man, his cock wasn’t rock hard the way that a young guy would have been. Its slit though had a bead of precum on it. So, I knew that he must have been aroused by me. I used my right hand to feel his balls and touch his precum. His cock moved a little. I really wanted to suck his cock, but I couldn’t because he was still massaging me. He kept on moving down further until he was at my feet. I felt him squeeze my buns and open my legs a little wider. With a feather light touch he started stroking that area between my balls and my hole. It was then that I felt him touch my hole for the first time. He just stroked it at first before penetrating me with just one finger. When he had his finger in all the way, he started moving it inside my anal passage. I was moaning softly as he did this. This was followed by a second finger and he did the same with that. The way that he did it wasn’t painful for me because he used a lot of oil. I must say that I knew that he was going to fuck me soon. I didn’t know when or how though. He was to tell me later, that once he knew that I could take his cock, he used a dildo there instead of his fingers. I had no idea that he had done that. It was when he told me to stand at the bottom of the massage table and lay my upper body on it, that I knew that he was about to fuck me. I remember that my cock was almost fully erect and that I was really horny. The only thing that I felt as he eased his cock into me was that moment when my sphincter muscles gave way to his cock head. I didn’t feel any sensation of it being too big for me. He started, slowly at first, to fuck me before increasing his speed. And then he stopped and told me to get on the massage table on my back which I did. He then brought over two wooden high stools. He told me to come closer and put my feet on them. He had positioned them either side of his body. When I was in ‘just the right position’, he entered me again. This time I could see his face. That, in itself, made what he was doing more intimate and personal. I reached up and cradled his face for a while as he fucked me deeply and slowly. After a little while, he got me to put my legs over his shoulders. Now his cock was going in as deep as it could. He used the table for support. I caressed his hands. I loved how helpless I felt like this and that I was submitting myself to him. He started stroking my cock with a gentle grip until he made me orgasm. Then he started pumping a little bit more quickly until he ejaculated inside me. That made me feel fulfilled. I can’t explain why that was. We went back inside, had a coffee and then he took me into his bedroom for some more fucking. He spooned me for a while at first. Then he laid on his left hand side and got me to put my legs over his pelvic area as I laid on my back. He then reentered me and continued his slow fucking of me. If you haven’t been fucked by a guy who knows what he is doing and have thought about sex with a guy, then do it ! I don’t know if you will feel the same ‘completeness’ that I felt. I can say though, that if a guy knows what he is doing, there will be no pain for you. Yes, I did continue to see him for several months for those who were wondering. Each Monday morning before work. Personally, I must say that for me, this was the most ‘rewarding’ sex that I have ever had with either a man or a woman ! Just a side note: I intend to see him again after about 18 months of not seeing him. Just personal circumstances prevented me. I hope that you enjoyed this true story. THE END