My Fantasy Finally Cums True
Warning: Adult material contained. M/M sex – If you are not of
legal age to read this story, then go away and play computer
games. Yeah right I can see that statement deterred a lot of
youngsters. Oh well you have been warned.
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The idea for this story came about when I sent details of my
relationship to another writer, but I thought I should do my part
and share it with everyone as I have been reading the stories on
the net for quite some time. Everything in it (except the names)
are true to best of my recollection. If you want to criticize or
comment please send your e-mail to me “deh_49@hotmail.com”,
without the quotation marks of course. Just let me add – I don’t
think we ever get too old to stop dreaming about our past
adventures or wanting to relive them… My fantasy “Finally”
Cums True Remember this is my first try at writing a true (or
untrue) story. Let me know what you think of it! I am happily
married to a wonderful woman that I would not take a million
dollars for as I feel she is the best thing that has ever
happened to me, but (now here’s the weird part) I would love to
have another relationship with a guy… She is aware of the fact
that I would like to be with a guy as we discussed this prior to
our marriage and she was very open to it THEN, although she
thinks “I have gotten it out of my system by now”. What
she does NOT know is that I have ALREADY been with a guy. The
truth would be more than she could take, and she might just leave
me too & I don’t want that to happen. I have never been able
to share this real life adventure with anybody, but now I am
going to tell you – a complete stranger. Maybe it’s because I
feel the need to communicate what happened in my life with
someone else, or maybe I just think a little confession is good
for the soul, but I digress. Let’s begin. When I was in high
school with this guy “Jerry” we would sometimes go out
and jackoff together, but what I always really wanted to do was
to suck his dick, (just to see what it was like). However being
from a small town and given that this was 35 years ago, and times
were different – I didn’t ever tell him how I really felt,
because I did not want to be labeled a “QUEER”. That is
not to say I didn’t sneak a peak or two or three every time we
went out for one of our sessions. One time he even caught me
looking at him, and asked if I saw anything I liked. I answered
truthfully and said yes. He even went as far as asking me to give
it a little kiss, which I gladly did. I remember thinking “I
am finally going to get what I have wanted for so long now”,
but he said that’s enough “Dave”. Let’s not get too to
faggoty. So that was it — until… As it happens – about ten
years after high school (about fifteen years ago) I was with the
aforementioned friend, (I had just ended a bad marriage) and we
were going to re-live some old times and go out together and
jackoff. This time instead of a car we were going to do it in my
house. On the way to my house he asked if I ever had sex with a
guy. I said no and asked him if he had. He said no he never had,
but if I would suck his dick he would suck mine. This was very
agreeable to me. Now let me make this clear – we neither one had
a (swimmers build or a 9 inch cock) I believe that’s just a myth.
We were just typical everyday guys – nothing special, but I still
found him quite attractive. When we got to the house we went
through the same old thing I have read about – that being who was
going to the first to suck. We finally agreed to 69, that way we
would neither one be the first to suck a dick – it would be
mutual. As we commenced to suck, we both found ourselves enjoying
it enormously. After about 30 minutes of 69ing, he said Jim we
better quit before one of us starts to cum. Although he didn’t
know it, that was exactly what I wanted to happen; however he
said he was not ready for a mouthful of cum. When we stopped 69ing
I said Jerry I think I am ready for a mouthful of cum, and I want
you to cum in my mouth. He stood up (still naked) and I went down
to my knees in front of him before he could protest, and again
took his dick in my mouth. In a few minutes he said “I’m
going to shoot if you don’t stop right now”, (which was
exactly what I wanted) so I grabbed his ass cheeks and gave it my
best by sucking as hard and bobbing my head (hey this was a first)
as fast as I could. Then I said go right ahead and let it pour
into my mouth. Well I got what I wanted and then some as he must
have emptied almost all of the contents ball sac into my mouth.
As he shot I had to start swallowing or drown! So I swallowed it
all (with none dripping out of my mouth, thank you), but he did
not realize I was swallowing, for when he was through cumming he
asked me where I was going to spit out his wad. I told him “it’s
a little too late to be thinking about that – the damage (if any)
has already been done”. With that he shot another volley of
cum in my mouth (just as much as the first time) and I was glad
to allow him to see me swallow it greedily an happily. My God his
cum tasted so good, that I sucked his dick and got his cream
every chance I got to after that. He eventually returned the
favor and sucked me off, but he didn’t like have cum in his mouth
(or throat) so he would never swallow my cum after that first
time. Instead he would just hold it in his mouth and give me a
big kiss on the lips, and push “MY WAD” into my mouth,
and I must say I loved the taste of it too. Maybe I was becoming
a cum junkie! 😉 Our ‘affair’ continued for about two years, with
us sucking one another on every occasion we had. Before long he
decided that he wanted to start living a “normal” life,
so he found a woman and they got married and had a child. I still
think about him on almost a daily basis, and I would like seek
him out to see if he would like to continue where we left off.
However, I am afraid that he might say “it was fun, but it
was just fun and now it’s over”. Then again – he could want
to continue the affair just as much as I do. All I know is I very
much want to feel him or somebody – hell anybody – (once again)
shooting into my mouth. I am too scared to find a stranger to
help me, because of all the diseases’ out there. I am sure that
somewhere in this town of 20,000 there has to be a “safe”
person who is not a “redneck”, that would be willing to
make my wish come true, but I would have no idea on how to
approach them or bring up the subject. Can any of you readers
tell me ‘how do you go about it’? Well that’s my adventure – not
very long, but true. Thanks for having an open mind (I hope) and
listening to an old man’s problems and re-telling of my story for
the first time ever. Tell me what you think if you are so
inclined. I have more secrets of my past I can share if there is
enough interest.
