Hooking Up with Guy I've Been Chatting with

We have never met in person, but have talked a few times in the chat. His name is Paul and he is my age and basic build, or so he has told me. Actually, I have no real reason to disbelieve him.

Anyway, we finally arranged to meet and get to know each other in person. I sit at the table in the coffee shop and wait for my..... date? Seems odd when I say it. I am not completely comfortable. I deeply desire sex with a man, but I'm deathly afraid. Of what, I'm not precisely sure. But I am determined to follow through.

I know I am good looking. I am six feet tall, weigh one hundred and ninety pounds, have red hair and blue eyes. My hairline is slightly receding, but no one has ever mentioned it. I guess it bothers me more than it does others. Oh yes, my name is Wayne.

I arrived on time but Paul is not there, so I wait. Fortunately I don't have to wait long. Perhaps five minutes after I sit down, Paul walks in and heads directly for my table. There is no doubt in his mind as to who I am, and there is none in mine about who he might be.

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He sits down and orders a cup of coffee.

"Sorry I'm late, Wayne. I got caught in traffic. An accident."

"No problem. I've only been here about five minutes myself."

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"Sure is nice to meet you, finally," he says, extending his hand. He is also checking me out to see how close the description I gave him fits.

"Same here," I reply. Why does my mouth always go dry on me in these situations? And my brain seems unable to function. What a lame response.

Paul's coffee arrives and he doctors is up and takes his first sip.

"Your description was very good," he remarked, attempting to get a conversation going.

"Thank you. I'm glad you're not disappointed. I might add that there are no surprises sitting across the table either." I begin to feel a bit more comfortable.

We sit for about half an hour just talking about ourselves. It's nothing we haven't heard before, but it is nice seeing reactions to the words for a change.

Finally finished with our coffees we decide to leave.

"I don't live too far from here, if you want to follow me. Or, if you'd prefer, you can ride with me."

"Why don't I ride with you. That is, if you don't mind bringing me back here to get my car later."

"No problem," he says with a broad smile.

He wasn't lying either. It took us only ten minutes to get to his place. On our way we passed the scene of the accident that he had mentioned. The police still hadn't gotten the mess cleaned up and traffic was still backed up quite a ways.

Paul pulled up to a very expensive-looking condominium complex.

"Very nice," I say as we get out of his car.

"Glad you like it."

Paul led the way to the front door and let us in.

The inside was not a disappointment. The condo a richly appointed two story affair.

"Something to drink?"

"Sure, but something cold this time. I'm about coffeed out, I think," I reply as I remove my suit jacket and drape it over the nearest chair back.

Paul returns with the soft drinks and hands me one.

"You are gorgeous."

That took determined effort to finally say it. But I felt better having said it. I am more relaxed.

"Why, thank you. You're a pretty good looker yourself."

I am nervous, but I just have to touch Paul. I set my can of soda on the coffee table and take Paul's soda from his hand and set it next to mine. I then set right up to Paul, standing chest to chest. We stand nearly the same height, he being only an inch or two shorter than me.

We look deeply into each other's eyes, each of us trying to reach into the other's soul, or so it seemed. We kiss. Gently at first. Paul can sense that I am nervous and a bit unsure, so he does not press, but allows me to guide our direction. At least for the time being.

As we kiss, I begin to feel the passion grow within me. My heart is pumping so hard and so fast that Paul must surely be able to feel it as our chest's touch. The blood is racing through my body, collecting in my passion center.

I gently wrap my arms around Paul and embrace his slender frame close to my own. I press the kiss further, opening my mouth and begin exploring Paul's lips with my tongue.

I feel Paul's arms engulf me. The warmth of the moment is intense. I love the feeling of his embrace. His tender touch, the taste of his lips, the smell of his body. I know nothing but this moment, this touch, this kiss.

Paul opens his mouth as I press my tongue a bit more. Slowly I begin exploring his mouth and he begins exploring mine. I am rubbing his back and shoulders by this time and he is leaning closer and closer, as if trying to get into my skin. Both of us are now lost in the passion, our soft moans of ecstasy being the final proof of this.

We stand like that for what seems like an eternity until Paul finally pulls gently away. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs to the large bedroom. The most predominant feature of this room is the huge bed set in the middle with plenty of open space left in the room for what ever may come.

I gently pull Paul to a halt as he reaches the bed, and turn him back towards me. I pick up from where we had left off downstairs. But instead of embracing him, I begin to slowly undress him, our lips locked.

I slowly release each button of his shirt, starting at the top. One, two, three. With the third button unfastened I reach gently inside his shirt and begin rubbing his chest being careful to pay particular attention to the nipples still hidden behind the material.

I am in no hurry. I continue this for several moments, until Paul's breathing deepens and his moans become more insistent. I then move my hands down to the next series of buttons, still keeping my hands inside the shirt, unwilling to relinquish that first skin contact.

Four, five, six.

With the last button unfastened in move my hands to his back, the tails of the shirt still tucked into his pants. His skin is so soft, I have to feel each and every inch of it.

I massage his back for several moments, always moving closer and closer toward his shoulders. As I reach them, I move my hands back to the front of his body and over the top of his shoulders. In doing so his shirt begins to come off. I move the shirt off his shoulders and down his manly arms until it is collected at his wrists.

I reluctantly move my hands from his chest and arms and unbutton the cuffs, whereupon the his slips off his upper body and hangs from the tails still tucked into his pants.

My hands immediately move back to his chest and shoulders. The heat coming from his body mixes with the heat of my own.

I finally break the kiss and move slowly around his body, my hands never leaving his body. I begin to message his shoulders and neck. I kiss the back of his neck. Paul leans his head back, presses his body into my lips and moans softly. I continue to kiss his body. The base of his neck, his shoulders and finally kiss my way down his spine until is reach the top of his pants, at which time I finally pull his shirt completely off and toss it to the side.

I Stand back up and move to the front.

"Sit down and lay back," I whisper.

Paul complies.

I begin massaging his legs from just above the knees to his ankles, noticing the bulge in his pants is at least as big as the one I feel between my legs. When I reach his ankles I slip off Paul's shoes and remove his socks slowly. I kiss the bared ankle and heal of each leg as I set each on my knee and remove the sock. The smell of his feet is fabulous.

With this obstacle taken care of I slip my hands inside his pant legs and begin rubbing his lower legs as far as I can reach. The hair on his legs is soft and he begins to squirm slightly from the touch.

My hands begin rubbing the outside of his trousers once again as I work my way to his waste, still avoiding his crotch (something which is becoming more and more difficult). I unfasten his belt, clasp and zipper. I slowly peel back the material, revealing his ever expanding basket still trapped inside his white bikini shorts.

Placing my hands inside his pants at the waste I move my hands towards his buns. Taking the cue Paul lifts himself just enough so that I can pull the pants down. I move then slowly past his buns, down his thighs, past his knees, down his calves and finally off.

Oh this is a beautiful sight. I kneel there for a moment, my hands resting on his thighs, and just enjoy this vision before me.

There is a dark bush of hair on Paul's chest between his nipples. Small amounts of hair collect at each nipple. The hair ends at the base of his chest and picks up again at his navel where, arrow-like, it points to that ever expanding tool still trapped in its prison. The large wet spot on this prison is proof that Paul is enjoying my ministrations greatly. The hair on his legs is not thick, but it is plentiful.

I move up and half lay and half kneel beside Paul and begin kissing his lips once again, massaging his chest as I do so. Oh he is hot. He is breathing deeply and moans every so often as I touch his various sensitive areas.

The kiss is brief, though. I move down his body, starting with each nipple which I kiss and then massage gently with my tongue. This elicits a deep sigh and long moan of satisfaction from Paul.

I move down his body further. I kiss the base of his chest, his stomach, his navel and finally the skin just above his briefs. I look closely for the first time at his cock. It is beautiful. About seven inches, like my own, spewing forth great quantities of pre-cum, soaking the front of the briefs. But still I refrain from touching it.

Kneeling between his legs I begin to massage his thighs with my tongue. I start about the middle of each thigh and work my way, ever so slowly, toward his crotch. Without touching the briefs I lick at each leg opening. Long slow licks that go from just behind the thigh to just about the base of his cock. Each time I do this Paul's body stiffens in delight, his moans becoming more and more intense.

I take hold Paul's ankles and move his feet into the bed, his knees in the air. I then begin massaging each cheek, my hands rubbing his thighs at the same time.

Oh the smell of his crotch and ass are driving me wild. My face is wet from where I rubbed against his soaked briefs. I feel the frenzy growing in him. I also feel the lust boiling over in me. My cock is pulsing inside my pants, as if begging me to release it. I reach down briefly and rub my cock and feel the wet spot there between my legs. I am excited. So much pre-cum that I have soaked my briefs as well as my trousers.

I renew my efforts in Paul's crotch. I lick each ass cheek and finally penetrate the barrier of his briefs just at his hole. I reach my tongue inside his briefs and massage his pucker. Oh the taste is driving me wild. Not to mention the spasms of joy that Paul is evidently enjoying.

I move to the area between his ass and balls, spending little time in any one spot. Just enough to get the spot good and wet, then moving on. I lick the entire leg opening on both sides of his briefs.

Finally I reach my hands inside his briefs, my hands running along the cheeks of his ass. I reach in until I can grasp the top of his briefs. I then lean up and take the front of his briefs in my mouth and pull his briefs off slowly.

Once free from its prison, Paul's cock slaps against his stomach, a trail of pre-cum following the head as it flies to its new resting place. I take the moment to inhale deeply from Paul's briefs. I suck on the crotch, drawing out the lube juices there. The taste.....the taste.....is fabulous.

I move quickly to Paul's balls, licking each one gently. I take each gently into my mouth and suck on them. I lick the area at the base of his ball sack. I make one long slow sweep with my tongue, starting at the right side at the base of his cock, moving down, under his balls, and finally returning to the base of his cock, this time on the left side.

I can finally restrain myself. I have to have that cock in my mouth.

I suck the head of Paul's cock into my mouth and begin licking the mushroom, savoring the taste of the juices that are oozing out.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, baby. You are good," says Paul, arching his back. "Suck my cock, Wayne. Let me cum in that beautiful mouth of yours."

I smile in satisfaction. I have not had all that much practical experience at this. Two, maybe three times.

I begin to engulf more and more of his tool into my mouth, wondering all the while if I'll be able to take the whole thing in my mouth. At the same time I reach up and wipe the puddle of lube off of Paul's stomach onto the middle finger of my right hand. I take that and immediately begin massaging his pucker with it.

I find out quickly that I can indeed take his entire cock into my mouth without choking as Paul unexpectedly thrusts his hips up, driving this cock all the way in.

I begin to move my tongue all over his cock as I begin moving up and down his tool. I suck in my cheeks and feel a unique sensation as I feel his mushroom head rubbing along the walls of my cheeks.

The pre-cum is literally flowing from his cock. It tastes so good.

I decide to do more than just massage his pucker and begin slowly to apply pressure and find that his ass is more than willing to accept my finger as it easily slips in.

"AAAARRRRRHHHHHGGGGGG!! More, Wayne. Don't stop. Fuck my ass with your finger. I'm close!"

And he was too. I noticed that, just as the stories that I have read say, his balls were drawing up tight to his body. I began to move my finger in and out of his ass just as he asked, all the while sucking faster and faster on his cock.

I wonder if I'll be able to take his cum without gagging. I have never had anyone shoot their load in my mouth. I am determined to try.

Paul is breathing hard and fast now. He is moving his hips in perfect unison with my up and down motion, fucking my face in ernest.

Suddenly Paul lets out a scream. I feel his ass tighten around my finger and his cock suddenly grow massive proportions.

I move my left hand to Paul's right nipple and begin squeezing it and rolling it in my fingers. This brings another cry of ecstasy from Paul.

Then it happens. Gush after gush of cum fill my mouth. It comes so fast that I don't have time to think about gagging. I swallow as fast as I can, but can't keep up. Cum begins to spill out of my mouth onto his balls.

He cums forever it seems. Six, seven, who knows how many shots.

Finally it ends and Paul relaxes.

I remove my finger from his ass and begin the job of cleaning his balls and cock. Every so often Paul shudders in delight as I suck on his super sensitive cock head.

Paul lays there for several minutes trying to recover his strength.

After about five, maybe ten, minutes Paul sits up.

"My turn, Wayne. Lay down. I'm going to give you the time of your life."

I do... and he does.

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