The Right Man at the Right Time

by MH1 Fiction My name is James. Not Jim, James. I think James is far sexier. I love sex. Thinking about and doing it. I’m a professional guy, who’s been happily married for over twenty years. But like most guys I don’t get all I want, especially, since I’m bi. Known it since the first tinges and longings of lust in my guts at the onset of puberty. Had a number of early teenage encounters with other guys. Though seemingly shy, when it came to sex, and I had a partner who was horny like me, I was aggressive and game to do it all - feel each other up. mutual jack off, suck, and best of all - fuck! But as I got into my late teen years and off to college, I became exclusively a ladies man, but still would fantasize about guys, and buy the occasional gay magazine to look at while I jacked off. I’m 47 now, but female friends tell me I’m still good looking. I like being very fit, and work at. Lift weights, run and yoga. At 5’ 11”, I’m 175 lbs with a 32” waist and 42” chest, muscular legs, nice hairy butt, and nicely haired chest. Balding up front, but clear blue eyes and a ready smile. Not to boast, but I’m still a studly looking guy, and it turns me on!. And I still like to fantasize about other men, and man to man sex - real good hard dick, precum dripping, ball busting, sweat drenched, cum in buckets, male animal sex - grrrrr. I’m not out looking for it - but if the right guy came along at the right time - well? Well, who knows? A couple of weeks ago I was on a business trip down state and on my own. The car drive had been long, but enjoyable with the cd player going, and giving me time to daydream about sex. I fantasized about boinking the wife, getting down and nasty with gay porn stars, and about what I’d do after dinner. I’d go back to the room, get my travel lube out, get naked, and have a leisurely jack-off session. I’d do it real slow, take my time. Milk my precum and rub it on the head and shaft of my seven inch, cut cock. Then when ready for a little harder, faster hand action, I’d lube up and pump harder. I’d lube my index finger of the other hand and play with my asshole. Then inch my finger pass my assring and find my prostate. Finger massage that baby and start pumping for real. I’d feel my balls and hairy scrotum contract up against the base of my dick. The pleasure in my ass and in my dick would grow, until it’d crescendo to the top of climax mountain, where when I hit the point of no return, my ass and cock would convulse, then shoot ribbons of hot white cum on my stomach and chest. My cock and ass would spasm with each wave of fuck pleasure. I’d smear the hot sticky semen into my hairy chest and stomach, and lick a finger for a taste. Oh fuck yeah! I checked into a Cabot Lodge, with enough time to take a quick dip in the pool, shower and take full advantage of the free beer at happy hour. I got to my room, got out of my clothes, and got a good look at my naked, hard body, as I stepped into my swim trunks. Ummm...maybe that jack-off session should start now?! No, I’d save that for later. Went to the pool and dove into the cool water. Felt good on my skin. I swam a few laps and got out. I couldn’t help but check myself out in the reflection of the pool and me on the sliding glass doors by the pool, and laughed at myself for being so vain - but we guys are vain, as you can see at any gym, where the studs check themselves out in the mirrors on the sly. I got back to my room and showered. Fumbling in my kit, I saw that bottle of lube, looked in the mirror, felt a charge in my balls and guts, but set it down on the counter. I’d let the pressure continue to build and then let myself go “self abuse” wild later that night. I put on a pair of tan khakis that I think I look particularly good in - shows my butt off well; and a black, long-sleeved pullover shirt, that shows off the ten inch difference between my waist and chest. I had the sleeves pulled up over the elbows, which shows off my muscular, veiny forearms. I left the room and bee-lined it to the lobby for a cool one. I entered the lounge, saw it was a bit crowded, and made my way to the bar. I ordered my beer, turned around, sipped, and looked up to meet the eyes of a guy sitting alone at a table across the room. I felt my face flush, and saw him turn a little red too, but he smiled, and I smiled right back. Now one thing I can do is check out other guys for clues as to what’s hiding under their clothes. He looked to be in his mid-forties with a handsome strong face, no sags, square jaw line, and hair with a near buzz cut like mine. He had on a light blue polo shirt with short sleeves, that were snug around the biceps. His left hand holding the beer had a wedding ring. The hand was not fleshy or pudgy, but large and lean with veins clearly visible. His shirt collar was open and I could see a nice pectoral cleft with a tuff of light brown hair peeking out at the bottom of the “v”. I felt a lump in my throat; that sexy, queasy feeling in my guts; and a quickening thumping in my chest. I guess an afternoon of sexual fantasy in the car had me stoked. I instantly decided to take the plunge and make a move. Maybe this was the right guy at the right time! I walked over to his table. He looked up at me and shyly smiled. “It’s a bit crowded, mind if I share the table?” I immediately asked. He got up, extended his right hand, and said “Plenty of room, name’s Steve.” I grabbed his hand and received a good firm grip and shake, not one of those wimpy shakes some guys give. I caught myself swallowing from the dry mouth as I instantly appraised him. His green eyes were on the same level as mine. He had on a snug pair of jeans that conformed to his lean hips, and shapely butt and legs. I guessed him to be 5 or 10 pounds lighter than me. The phrase lean, mean fuck machine popped into my mind. “I’m James.” and sat down to watch him as he sat down. I glimpsed the vague outline of a fat, flat tube pressed against his left inner thigh under the jean’s tight fabric. He smiled at me, And I smiled back. To break the momentary silence I asked what was he doing in town. He told me he was up from down state to take a three day short course at the university. He asked me the same question and I told him that I was in town a few days on business. For twenty minutes or so we talked about our jobs, families - typical small talk. I got good vibes from him. After a pause in our conversation, he said “You look like you must work out a bit.” I responded, “I try to keep fit. You look like you work out too.” “Yeah, I lift weights, run too.” “Same here.” I decided at this point to see if I could get this thing rolling - assuming it was going to roll! “I really like being in shape. It makes me feel good, even sexy.” He flushed, but said “Yeah, I know what you mean, makes you feel very masculine.” Time for the plunge. “Want to grab a couple of beers to go and continue this conversation in my room?” I felt my face flush this time, and my hands felt a little shaky. His face colored a bit again, but he looked me straight in the eyes. “Sure, stud.” We got up - my legs a bit wobbly from excitement. We ordered our beers and made our way to the elevators. Once the door closed he turned towards me. “I saw you at the pool when you passed the sliding door in my room. You gave me a little show. That’s why I was staring at you back in the lounge.” I reached over and brushed the lump in his pants with my fingertips and said, “You’re giving me a bit of show right now, man.” The door opened and I led him down the hall to my room. I was really stoked. I got the card key out, but it took me three passes of the card to get the door opened, due to shaky hands and thumping heart. All my senses were on edge and alive. Steve walked over to the sofa, sat his beer on the coffee table and sat down. I put mine down and sat by him with my knee touching his. Again after a moment of awkwardness, I reached over to his check and cupped it with my hand. He reached over and gripped me on the shoulder. “James, I’ve only recently acted on my attraction to men. I’ve jacked-off with a guy I know a couple of times, and a few weeks ago, I let a good-looking young guy give me a blow job at a restroom off the interstate near here. But nothing more. I’m real inexperienced, and I don’t know how far I want to go. I want to be honest and not get you pissed, or something.” “Steve, I haven’t touched another guy since I was a kid, though I did have some great experiences then. We’ll take it step by step, but I do want you to know this, you turn me on fierce, I’m incredibly attracted to you, and what I want, is to make love to you.” We both smiled. I pulled his face to me and placed my head next to his, turned and kissed his stubbly cheek, then moved my lips to his ear and flicked the lobe with my tongue and sucked it with my lips. I felt him shiver. He moved both of his arms around my sides and back and gently embraced me turning his head so that our lips brushed. I let out a long low sigh and then pressed my mouth against his. I pushed my tongue in and met his tongue, where we slid them against each other. We deeply explored each other’ s mouths, tongues, and teeth, while gulping for air. I could feel his heart pound against me. I could feel my cock turn iron hard against the twisted fabric of my briefs. I very reluctantly pulled away. “Steve, let’s get more comfortable,” I hoarsely whispered. I stood up and gave him my hand and led him over to the bed. We got on either side of the bed, and threw down the blankets. “Steve, let’s watch each other strip down.” We intently stared at each other as we pulled our shirts off, untied our shoes, took off our socks, and shimmed out of our pants and briefs. And there we were looking at each other - two male animals in their prime with hard dicks standing at full attention. What a sight was Steve. He was every bit the lean mean fuck machine I’d imagined. Nicely muscled, even a bit of a six pack showing with a mound of brown fur at the crotch with a narrow band of hair going up the middle of his stomach, between the pec muscles, then fanning as a broad band across his upper chest. And then his cock - his damn beautiful cock. It had to be every bit of eight inches and uncut. There was a string of glistening precum from the slightly exposed tip to his left thigh. He looked at me and said simply “I want you now.” We both got on the bed and on our knees met each other in the middle. We grabbed each other in a strong, tight embrace, smashing our chests, stomachs and dicks together. Our mouths also smashed together and we both slowly pumped our dicks, side by side, tight between our stomachs. I pushed him down on his back and Iaid up against him on my side. We resumed our deep kissing. His one hand held the back of my head, while the other hand reached down and started a light stroke over my drippy cock. I laid one hand on the pillow above his head, while I caressed his chest on down to his dick with the other. I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft, but soft loose skin, and could feel the blood throb through the cock. I used the ample foreskin to slowly jack him. I broke the kiss and tongued my way down his neck and chest to his left nipple. He moaned as I licked and flicked and sucked on the brown pointy disc. I moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same wet treatment. Steve moved his hips in little humps to accentuate the motion of my hand on his cock. He raised his hand to his mouth and spit, and brought the hand back to my dick. Then using a tighter grip on my cock, he slid the slimy hand up and down my dick, sending shudders up and down my body with every slick stroke. Keeping my one hand stroking Steve’s cock, I slid my other arm around and over his chest for support, as I moved my exploring tongue down the furry trail to his crotch. When I got there I inhaled his clean, masculine scent. Each new sensation made me more excited and my dick achingly hard. I gazed at the one-eyed weeping cock in my hand and touched the wet tip with my tongue. Then I pulled the foreskin back with my hand with my lips following down the slick shaft. Steve moaned softly “Oh shit, James, that feels so fuckin’ good.” I tasted his skin and precum and it made me even hornier, as if I were a rutting bull. I moved by hand from the base of his cock and started rolling his balls gently with my fingers, while starting a slow slurpy mouth fuck on his big sweet dick. I then used one of my fingers to rub the sweet spot between a man’s balls and asshole. He let go of my dick as he lost himself in the pleasure I was giving him. “Oh man, James, that’s better than anything I’ve ever felt on my dick.” After a short minute of this treatment, Steve moaned, “You better back off or I'm gonna blow my load, and I’m not ready yet.” I reluctantly pulled off, laid my head on his heaving stomach and watched his cock jerk with each beat of his heart beneath my ear. He reached and rubbed the back of my head. “My turn now to taste a man’s cock. Get on your back and relax, my man.” I did as he asked in anticipation of a nice wet blow job from this handsome stud. I’d have the honor to be his first cock! He leaned over with his torso across my upper stomach with his back towards me. I reached and caressed the hard muscles stretched across his back and shoulders. I felt him take hold of my cock with one hand and watched as his head lowered. I felt his breath then his tongue on my cockhead. He slid his wet tongue along the backside of my throbbing prick to my hairy balls, then back up. I felt his lips encircle the head and his tongue do a few lazy wipes in my piss slit. Then he sucked in and circled the head with his tongue. I felt him use his tongue to lather the head and shaft as he slid down my fuck tool. Now with my cock good and slick, he started a full mouth pump up and down my dick. Oh shit it was intense. He had the cock sucking instinct to know how to make my dick feel real good. As he bobbed up and down on my dick, he slid one hand under my balls and caressed my nut sac. His other hand was pumping his hard dick. I whispered “Feels so fucking good, man. Play with my ass too”. He moaned something,and I felt a finger slide along my perineum to my asshole. He tightened his lips on me and at the same time the finger started rubbing my hole. Oh fuck yeah. I could feel the intensity in my dick grow and my balls starting to pull up. But I wasn’t ready to blow my wad yet. That finger on my butthole had inspired me to the action I wanted for Steve’s and my first cums together. i placed my hand on top of Steve’s head. “Your time to back off buddy before I blow it.” He pulled off and in a single move was laying on his side against me. I wrapped my arms around him. “James, I tasted your precum. I’ve never tasted a man before. I was so damn turned on.” “Same here buddy. You took to my cock like a pro. I was real close to cumming. But I want you to fuck me. I want us to cum together with you in me.” “Oh, man, that’s incredible. I’m don’t know - I don’t know what to do. I might hurt you.” “Make love to me, Steve. Think of my asshole as pussy, man pussy. You’ll know what to do. Your cock sucking shows that. Your dick will know what to do” With that I pulled my knees up and spread them a bit, splaying open and revealing my asshole. “There’s a bottle of lube on the counter in the bathroom. Go get it while I lie back and wait for you.” Steve smiled, leaned over, kissed me and then jumped out of bed with his hard dick crazily bobbing out front as he walked to the bathroom. A moment later he was heading back to me with a big grin, lube in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. I placed my head on a pillow, pulled my knees out and back more to show off my hairy ass and balls. My dick was hard pressed against my stomach. Steve climbed in bed and maneuvered between my legs up on his knees. He popped the cap on the lube and dripped it on my asshole while smearing it with a finger. He massaged the slickness in circles around my rosebud, then pushed and slid it against the opening. “Like a pro, Steve. You’re making my ass real real good.” With that he popped the tip of the finger in, and I released a moan. As he fingered fucked me he leaned down and locked his mouth on mine, and began tongue fucking my mouth in time with his finger. He then withdrew his tongue and sat back up and pulled his finger out of my ass. “James, I’m so fucking turned on - I want you now - I want to fuck your ass now.” “Oh baby”, I gasped. “I want you in me right now. Fuck me with your big dick. Make me feel you in my guts!” He picked up the lube, squirted a load on my hole and as he pulled the foreskin backed to the base of his cock, he squirted a ribbon down the long, hard shaft. He rubbed the lube all over the hard rod, especially taking care of the purple head. He leaned over me, dropped down for a delicious deep kiss, then placed his cockhead up against my waiting hole. He rubbed the head against the tight sphincter. I looked up at him, as he concentrated his focus on my asshole and his cockhead. I pushed out with my ass muscles to invite him in. He pushed back and with a pop that vibrated throughout my body, the slick, big mushroom head entered me. Oh damn! It was so good. He held still and looked into my eyes, and whispered, “Are you OK man?” “I’m super OK! Fuck me baby. Enter me real slow. I want to feel every single millimeter of your cock as you enter me” With that he pushed in a little, then withdrew a little, and gently slid into me. Every push a little deeper. Both of us were now breathing hard and our hearts pumping. I could feel Steve shake. Then with a steady, firm long push I felt his balls tight against my own and I was stuffed to the hilt with beautiful, hard cock. Steve leaned down again and we started kissing, as he began an easy, slow, but full fuck pumping action that began with the tip of his cock just inside my assring to his cock buried fully in my ass, balls smashed together. I was getting hotter, and so was Steve. His tonguing got more insistent and the pace and force of his fuck strokes started to grow. I could feel us both beginning to sweat. He leaned back up and our eyes locked in total lust. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. James. Your ass feel so fucking good.” With that I started to tighten down my ass muscles with every in stroke, which increased the pressure and pleasure in my ass and guts. “Oh yeah, James, you nasty bastard, I can feel your tight ass on my dick!.” With that he increased the speed and force of his ass fucking. “Steve, make me cum with you. Jack me while you fuck me. please!” Without missing a beat, he grabbed the lube and squirted a wad on my hard dick that was jerking in time with his fuck strokes. He grabbed my cock and started jacking me in time with his strokes in and out of my ass. I could feel the pressure and pleasure in my cock and ass start the climb up orgasm mountain. I was sweating like a pig and Steve was dripping sweat down on me. Though I didn’t think it possible, I could feel Steve’s cock get even harder, its head rubbing against my prostate, causing that delicious fullness and pleasure that only a hard dick can give to a man’s ass. I looked down at my own cock being pumped by Steve’s strong, big hand and saw a glistening thick string of precum connecting the tip to my belly. “Oh, fuck damn, James, I’m getting close. I wanna cum inside your tight ass. I wanna feel my dick explode in you.” “Oh fuck yeah, baby. Pump my dick and pump my ass. Make me cum with you!” I felt the intensity climb pass the point of no return, and yet I was still climbing, dying! Steve was a fuck machine. Cock a’ pumpin’ my ass and hand a’ pumpin’ my dick. Then he gasped and a felt a deep hard stroke in my ass. A moment hesitation by his hand and I fell off the mountain. My ass and dick spasmed. I could feel my assring clamp down on Steve’s dick, causing him to stifle a yell, as he started jerking his dick in and out my ass, and his hand up and down my dick. The spasms grew in my ass and dick, then I felt the cum surge out of my balls, up my cock tube and fly out in thick milky spurts on to my stomach and chest. I stifled a yell of my own as Steve’s tight grip kept up the fuck motion on my super sensitive dick. I could feel Steve pump his load up my ass. Then he let go of my dick and collapsed in my arms. Our lungs were pumping for oxygen and our hearts pounded in our chests and against each other. Then as we lay there, our breathing slowed, as did the beating in our chests. Steve’s head was tucked under my chin. He slid his hand over my chest and laid it there. He moved his head, looked in my eyes. “James, that was fucking spectacular. You’re my right man at the right time” With that we snuggled and fell asleep.