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Trying to find similar Had a couple of replies so I thought I’d write a brief blog of my first experience and so far, only MALE/male experience, now a few years ago. Always been a fairly quiet shy guy, single never much of a lady’s man although I am not gay. Not a huge of sexual experience, always been a bit passive and submissive nor very well endowed. I was fifty- early retired, just been diagnosed with type diabetes and way overweight. (Lost 20 kg since then and still going down). Browsing a site similar to this and decided to reply to an advert from an American guy based in the UK. About twenty years ago I’d had a couple of sessions of oral sex with a T/S Mistress in London but that was all. His advert caught my eye, a discrete masculine married guy looking for occasional meetings with a reliable discrete older passive guy. He was getting rationed too much at home and being (secretly) strongly bisexual wanted to exercise his dominant virility on a willing partner preferably older. He did add that he liked to be a bit rough in bed with his partner and it would be one way only – he would be Top Dog. He liked to give hard vigorous anal and receive oral! I replied and we corresponded and then had a phone chat. Have to admit that when he suggested we meet that it was big jump for me, wank fodder had become reality and was I ready for it? He’d been pretty damn honest with me, told me that I wouldn’t be the first anal virgin he’d fucked and that he’d bring a few toys with him to make life easier for him – but maybe not so much for me I remember him laughing! But not to worry he was always careful. We met in a Inn. He’d booked a room with a double bed. We met in the bar and went through to the restaurant for a meal. I was very nervous, but he was very friendly and understanding. Most of the meal we made small talk about a variety of things barely touching on the main event as it were. When the waiter came to ask if we wanted dessert, I shook my head and he said no as well. We were sitting in a quiet corner booth end of the restaurant me in the booth bit and him facing me. Once the waiter left, he came around to sit beside me. “We both know what’s for desert” don’t we he said leaning into me. I could feel of his hands working its way under my ass feeling me up gently. “I ‘ve been sitting there getting all randy” he told me. I felt his hand squeezing harder. “I have a huge boner in my pants, and I know a nice cute cuddly old bitch who’s gonna take care of it for me” He whispered and suddenly licked me on the ear. “Decision time . I’m gonna go pay the bill. You can take the door over there and head for the car<b> park </font></b>or you can go through the door over by the till that lead to the rooms and wait the other side ready to meet the cock that’s gonna be you new bedroom master! I remember thinking that this was it. Wasn’t really bi, was I? Did I really want to suck his dick and have it up my bum? Not sure how it happened but I got up, aimed for the exit and missed. Found myself in the reception area the other side of the dining room waiting. He came through said follow me and we went through into a passage and into the lift. The moment the lift door closed he grabbed me shoved me into the corner, hands on my tits and kissing me. The lift stopped and he laughed. “No point going all coy on me gonna get much more than that in a minute” He grabbed my arse and literally steered me down the corridor his hand very possessively grasping of my buttocks. We stopped outside a door near the end of the corridor whilst he opened it. Then he grabbed my buttocks again. “Time to meet your master bitch”. I found his female reference a bit disconcerting but also kind of exciting. It sort of summoned up what I’d been looking for in a way. There was no doubting who was who in this pairing. |
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