MARRIED MEAT: A True Story

by J In 1986, when I was 19, I returned to the Washington, DC area to take a year off from college. It was then that I discovered the cruising area near "a very large, geometricly shaped military building." I had always known I was gay, but this encounter marked the beginning of my intense attraction to mature, married men. Frankly, when this guy first pulled up beside my car in his late model, GM family sedan, I didn't pay much attention. But when I looked over, instead of a leering creep, there was this man who was obviously very nervous and shy. we made eye contact, tentatively, for several minutes. I motioned for him to follow me from the small parking lot (where the cruising goes on), to the large parking area. He followed.... This is going to sound contrived, but the truth often does.... He looked like a mature version of Brian, our very handsome web master, at the age of about 56. He was about 6'3", 210 lbs, former military. Still dressed for work, he had on a short sleeved dress shirt, and I could see hair on his hands and forearms, and the hairs peeping out from under collar. He was kind of nerdy ( Ed. Note: does this mean you think I'm nerdy, since you think he looked like me???), and that drives me WILD! I joined him in his car and we talked for about half an hour, without doing anything. He said he was married, and had had only one other experience with a man, several years ago. He was nervous about the openness of the location, so we agreed to drive someplace more secluded. I was so taken with him. He was so reserved and respectful, not like the usual "maulers" I ran into in the park, who just begin to "paw" you right away (granted, that can be fun too, but that's a tale for another day). He confided in me that his wife detested giving him oral sex. He leaked a lot of pre-cum, and his wife just couldn't take it. What is more, she used to yell at him in bed, when he'd attempt to interest her in sucking him: "Take that nasty thing away from me," etc, etc, etc. He was very meek and gentle, and you could see that it really hurt his spirit. I convinced him to take his cock out, to show me how much he leaked. The sight of this average, horny- hubby, with his firm, dutiful 6" uncut woodie sticking straight up, and his big, hairy nuts spilling over his suit-pants, while he cupped them with his hand (wedding band glistening in the moonlight), was spellbinding. He was so hungry for affection, so filled with pure, honest, pent-up lust... I bent over and nuzzled his nut sack for a moment, and he started to moan, and then began to leak pre-cum. He got nervous, pushed me away and said he just couldn't do it out here in the open. I asked him to tell me about his one experience with a guy. So while he stroked, he told me the story. About six years before, he'd gone to his 25th college reunion. He and his old roommate got drunk in one of their hotel rooms. The roommate confided that he'd always dreamt of sucking him off. So he let his old buddy suck him off all night. It had been his first good blow-job in over a decade. As much as I was enjoying talking, it had gotten very late.... for both of us. I did let him know that I wanted to suck him. I gave him my number and told him to call me, not really expecting to hear from him at all. We said goodnight, and he thanked me for spending time with him and talking. That was it. A few days later, the phone rings. It was him! He wondered if he could take me up on my invitation to come to my apartment during lunch one day that week. I was shocked and thrilled, and we set it up. He arrived right on time. He stripped down to black socks and white jockeys, revealing a body covered with long, silky strands of salt & pepper hair: shoulders, chest, back, legs, thighs.... You name it. At first, all he wanted to do was straddle my face and jack his meat, which was quite a sight. But as soon as he started to leak pre-cum, he'd cup his palm under his dick, pull away and start apologizing. He was obviously really wounded from his relationship with his wife. He further confided that she only "gave" him sex once or twice a year. I will never forget the look in his eyes when I convinced him that I actually WANTED to feel his thick pre-cum dripping on my cheeks, neck and chest. It was a look of such disbelieving JOY. Already straddling my face, I pulled his briefs down, and he stretched out over me, spread eagle. I reached my hands up and cupped his slender, hair covered buttocks, and pulled him toward me. What transpired was about a half hour of the most tender, savory face-fucking I have ever experienced. I really felt privileged to offer up my mouth to him. He was just an average guy, and he needed it so bad. Finally, he couldn't hold back. His mood changed. It was as if he'd remembered the passions he'd felt 25-30 years ago. He proceeded to fuck my mouth with slowly increasing speed and intensity. After about five minutes he was pumping like a machine, moaning and panting, as the sweat dripped off of his matted chest hairs onto my face. He kept telling me how much he needed it. How good it felt. Suddenly, he let out a long, low roar and shot his load into my mouth, while I gently massaged his nut sack. It was like feeling someone release decades of desire and loneliness... I can't even find the words. Sadly, we only got together one other time. Even in the face of his neglect by his wife, this gentleman was so overwhelmed by guilt, that he simply couldn't handle it. Even though he understood that I was not looking for a "relationship" with him, and wasn't expecting anything, he suggested that we not see each other anymore. In the twelve years since, I've never seen him out cruising or anything, ever again. But since that day, I've been terribly attracted to "mature" married men. While I am in a happy, "semi-open" relationship with a man about my age, I still am INTENSELY turned on by giving my mouth in service to select, horny, married dudes. Anyone out there know what I mean.... or want to....?