I had been chatting online with Darren, a married bisexual guy, for several weeks. I found his “Lush” profile while looking for bisexual stories, enjoyed a story or two of his, and found myself attracted to him instantly.Our communication began with me commenting on a story and complimenting him on his writing. This continued with exchanging increasingly provocative messages, eventually discussing fantasy and true-life experiences. He has a sexy body and a sexy mind. I could feel an insatiable craving building inside me. I wanted my mouth on his sex and a hot load of his cum dripping from my cock and balls.Unfortunately, the world as we all know is a busy place and most of us are busy people. We had both expressed a desire to meet but coordinating schedules is always challenging. Not giving up we continued to be in touch, a few times a week, keeping the feeling alive that one day when the stars aligned, we would meet.Then, quite out of nowhere, it happened. I discovered I would have the house to myself for the evening. To my surprise and great delight Darren was also free. He lives a very manageable twenty-five minutes away. So, on short notice, we planned for him to come over around 7 PM for some guy-on-guy fun.We had finalized our plans at about 3 PM leaving me with four agonizing hours to kill. I spent the two hours pondering our previous discussions of fantasies we wanted to live out and realities we had experienced. He had expressed in very sexy prose his desire to swallow both my swollen cock and my hot cum. I was equally poetic about çankaya escort how much I enjoy oral sex both giving and receiving and that I lose control watching and feeling hot ropes of man cream jettisoned onto my skin, especially my cock and balls. Too we had discussed the sexy aspects of male, male, and female bisexual fun. In my experience, there are few things hotter than being balls deep in a man’s wife while she and I worship him with our mouths. It seemed Darren and his wife may be into that, but we wanted to meet as “just the guys first.” I replayed our conversations in my head. Scrolled through the photos we had shared.My inner voice kept impatiently repeating “is it 7 o’clock yet”?I was on the sofa having just mixed my second gin and tonic of the evening. Waiting, dressed in khaki shorts and one of my favourite t-shirts. An outfit that was both comfortable and casual. As well I thought or more correctly hoped it accentuated my reasonably well-developed chest and biceps. The television was on in the background as an ineffective distraction playing “Fight Club” a movie I had seen too many times already. Having just taken a mouthful of cocktail I was savouring the taste and admiring my bartending skills when the doorbell rang at precisely 7 PM.My seven inches of pink steel had been hard for quite a while anticipating Darren’s arrival. It was no surprise to be oozing precum and my rock-hard pecker was testing the durability of the cotton seams on my shorts. If it was possible keçiören escort my aching hammer felt like it grew even harder as I moved toward the door. A mixture of feelings, both excitement and anxiety, were racing through my mind. Hoping the reality of what we both had been imagining for weeks would not disappoint either of us.As my front door hinged open, we stood face to face for the first time. He was every bit as sexy as the photos we had exchanged. A toned, athletic five foot nine inches tall, filling his t-shirt out nicely. Light brown hair, side-parted with a quiff, framed his blue eyes nicely. A handsome face with lips curled in a nervous smile. Scanning him head to toe it was impossible not to see the rigid outline of his cock. It was obvious he was as excited to be here as I was to host him. A warm tingle pulsed through my own throbbing groin. As if reading my thoughts his eyes scanned me stopping at my crotch where a small wet spot had formed from my anticipation of the action I hoped was soon to come.Gesturing for him to step inside I said, “Welcome Darren, glad we could finally make this happen.”“Yes, me too,” he replied with a grin. “Glad to be here. I see you are as excited as I am!”I welcomed him with a hug. Firmly pulling our bodies together. Our engorged shafts covered with thin layers of cotton fabric collided and I quietly drew in a breath with a lusty hiss.The pounding in my chest felt almost audible as we broke our embrace. Stepping back slightly I allowed my etimesgut escort fingertips to slide over his bulging rocket giving him a firm squeeze. He responded with a soft moan and reached out for my cock as well and gently rubbed me in return. Turning and still holding him by his meaty shaft I pulled him toward the living room sofa. In the evening air was an urgency to feel warm flesh and take this from the realms of the imaginary to a physical reality. We did not have a lot of time so there was not a moment to waste.I had quickly dropped to my knees and then looked up at him seeking a signal to continue. The look of desire I saw in his eyes and the gentle caress of his hand on my head told me he was ready for this to progress. With the lightest touch, my hands slid up the back of his muscular sparsely haired legs. Sought out his firm ass and caressed it pulling him toward my face. His breathing changed, becoming deep and deliberate. Now only a few centimetres and his clothing separated my lips from him. Butterflies fluttered excitedly and nervously in my stomach. I was soon to feel and taste the target of my cravings.Withdrawing my hands, I dexterously slid them to the front unbuckling his belt. Peeking up seeing his eyes filled with hunger, fixed on my face, and monitoring my every move. Desperate not to seem too eager and failing I opened his shorts and quickly let them fall to the floor. His delicious man meat pushed against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. I pressed my lips to the engorged head causing him to release a sigh of pleasure. Feeling encouraged I opened my mouth and gently dragged my teeth over the ridge where the head meets the shaft, nibbling through the cotton blend. My teeth and tongue teased him. My hands firmly gripped his ass and pinned his glans to my lips. Both of us moaned with increased frequency and volume as I worshipped him from my knees.