Moving on

So the second date was a great success, then. I came twice, and it looks as though that might be a guy that I want to keep in touch with, if only for the occasional fantastic blow-job in the car - I know lots of other places that I can drive him to for a bit of variety. But one practical problem that I had as a result was that I was not at all sure how far I would be able to make out with the third date - who I had arranged to meet that same evening. But I certainly wasn't going to stand him up: we had been in touch online, and exchanged photos, and he has a huge cock, thick and long, and I was really keen to try it up my ass. I thought that even if I couldn't cum again I could still spread my legs for him and let him fuck me; and then we could try it again after a day or two when I had my balls full. So I surreptitiously checked my watch and saw that I just about had time to get home and have a shower before I was due to meet the third guy. I had to be a bit hard-hearted with the second guy, cos he was all for just sitting around in the car chatting and getting to know me; but I had my mind set on other things. So I drove him back to down town and dropped him off.

Going again

After we had both cum, and cleaned ourselves up, we sort of introduced ourselves and chatted a bit - we had not really thought about doing that before because we were too intent on getting to somewhere where we could deal with the raging hard-ons in our jeans. It turned out that we had a fair amount in common (apart from both liking oral sex, of course). He liked several of the films that I liked, and we both liked the same kind of music - in fact he had been at a concert that I went to about a week before we met up, and we worked out that we had actually been in the same part of the hall. While we were chatting, we both still had our jeans down round our ankles, and he starting playing with my cock - he used it to show me where in the hall he had been (yes, I know my cock is not THAT big, but he was just showing roughly where he was in relation to the stage). Well, having him hold my cock in one hand while running the fingers of his other hand up and down it naturally started getting me horny again. I told him not to take his hand away and he wrapped his fingers round my cock, and I thrust my hips backwards and forwards until I came again. He caught the cum in his other hand and fed it to me.

The second

As I said, the first of the three dates is still pending as it were. I am keeping in touch with Alex, because I reckon there is a lot of potential, and he is exactly the kind of guy that I find sexiest - and there is the challenge of getting him to go further and I am always one to accept a challenge. But the second date was more immediately rewarding. He was a friend of a friend who had seen my photos on my page and, as he put it, his dick immediately told him that he wanted to know more. And he is a guy who follows the instincts of his dick. We arranged to meet after work just outside my office, and I got him to drive me to a quiet spot that I know - I have to admit I have used it quite often before. When he stopped the car, I expected to make some polite chat as a preliminary, but before I could say anything he had unzipped my flies, pulled out my cock and was giving me a blow job. He was obviously not a first timer, he did things with me that I had only seen in porn videos before. I was hard within seconds, and reached a happy ending faster than I had for a long time. Then I returned the favour, and went down on him. I would not say I was as expert as him but I did a pretty good job - certainly no complaints from him, and he came in buckets.

The first

What happened was that more or less out of the blue I got three dates. What I mean is that three guys that I had been in contact with online suddenly came good, as it were. All at the same time. So I will tell you about them in the order in which I met up with them. I had been in contact with the first guy, Alex, for a while, mostly just texts, nothing more. Then he sent me some intimate photos of himself - very intimate, made my eyes pop out when I first opened them. He is slim, blond, sexy and hung like a horse. After the photos he sent me a message to suggest a meeting. So I trot along to meet him in a nearby cafe, and we sit at a table in the corner for a quiet chat. Usually I can tell pretty quickly when things are going to get beyond chatting with a guy, but Alex has me confused. He is clearly interested - at least, he gives off all the usual signs like holding my gaze when I look at him. But there has been nothing physical so far - not even touching hands. I was doing my best to signal that I was happy to go further, but it was almost as if he is scared. True, I do not know much about him, apart from the fact that he is gay; so it is possible that he is nervous about committing to gay sex. Or maybe he does not fancy me - but then why start face-to-face contact? I am determined to keep trying to get to first base with him - it really whets my appetite to have a coy lover. So nothing definite yet, and no sex. But there is more to come ...

From bad to good

our life can change very rapidly sometimes, from good to bad (that happens a lot) and from bad to good. That second change does not happen so often, but just occasionally a nice surprise comes along. A while ago I was doing nothing very much. My sex life had come to a halt. I had had a furious row with my bf, not about anything important but just one of those storms that blow up suddenly from time to time even in the best of families. Neither of us wanted to contact the other and try to make it up, so to all intents and purposes we were splitting up. I was sorry that it was ending this way, but I was anyway starting to think that maybe we were not really suited as a couple: I like playing the field, and he was jealous of everyone I had contact with whether or not I showed any sign of finding that person attractive. And there was no sign of any other sex on the horizon. Things were looking gloomy, cos I need my regular sex to keep in a good mood - I think that is pretty normal. But then, as if a fairy godmother had waved her magic wand (OK, so I am no Cinderella, but you know what I mean), suddenly things took a definite turn for the better.

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