Fulfill Male Male Fantasy

By Jacob Esteban

Published on Feb 22, 2015

Bisexual

Fulfill Male Male FantasyPart 2by Jacob442011@yahoo.com

[Preface to the Reader - Dear Reader, if you have written to tell me what we would do once I stood before you naked, thank you. If not, please do. How do you introduce me, how do you initiate me, what do you teach me? Please enjoy the following, and I'd love to know what you think about it. Yours - Jacob - Jacob442011@yahoo.com]

Conrad. He seemed nice enough on the texts and the emails, but as I looked at myself naked in the hotel mirror, I was nervous and excited. Was I doing the right thing? Yes, I told myself. This was my choice, my journey, to see who I was, to find out what it was like with a man.

Tap, tap, tap went the door. I swallowed and slowly walked over, butterflies humming in my bare belly. Conrad stood, tall and slender, probably 48 or 50, smiling under his glasses and gray suit. Come in, I said, cheeks flushing, hoping no one else was in the hall. He stepped in, and I shut the door, turning to face him. He continued to smile in a way that was not unfriendly, eyeing my naked body, making me feel pleased and uncomfortable.

Conrad turned, setting his attache' case on the hotel desk, then laying his gray suit coat atop that, revealing a dark red buttoned shirt with a patterned tie. May I? He asked with a reach toward a bottle of lube. Please, I said, as if I were asking for the salt. He squirted lube on his hand and gestured toward the bed. Why don't you make yourself comfortable? he asked in voice gravel deep yet welcoming.

I climbed onto the bed and lay back onto the pillows. He slowly sat down beside me, studying me as I adjusted myself, legs slightly spread. May I? he asked again, hand reaching yet hesitating toward my cock. Yes, please, I managed.

Conrad's fingers were long and bony, yet warm. He lightly caressed my cock, barely touching, holding the sides of the shaft. Up went the fingers, on either side of the shaft, then down, slowly, not touching the cock head, not wrapping around. Oooh, I heard myself say, and I thought, my God, a man is touching my cock. A man!

Okay? Conrad asked after a few strokes.

Mmm, hmm, I replied, fascinated as I lay naked, receiving this man's touch on my cock, watching him caress me gently, lovingly.

I had had handjobs before, but they were different, and they were always by women. I'm not sure why, but it was important to be naked with this man stroking me.

My cock began to stiffen. I felt Conrad's grip, though still light, tighten. The fingers encircled my cock, the hand moved above the shaft to lightly touch the head. I moaned, thrusting my hips up just a little.

Good? Conrad grinned. Fuck yes, I said, and his grip immediately tightened. Ooooh, I moaned, and the hand moved faster, up, palming my cockhead, and down, then up, palming my cockhead, and down.

My God, I said to no one, placing my hands behind my head and spreading my legs a little wider. I could get used to this.

Tell me when your close, Conrad said. I nodded, breath tight.

The hand flashed up and down my cock, faster and faster, and my whole body tingled as he palmed my cockhead. I felt the pleasure ocean begin to well up. Close, I gasped, and Conrad nodded, leaning in. Are we fulfilling that fantasy of yours, Jim? he asked, holding me with his eyes.

I was having trouble thinking and even more trouble talking. Jesus.

Yes, I whispered, trying to look into his eyes while feeling like I was bursting out of my skin.

Good, Conrad said, and ordered kindly yet assertively. Cum, Jim. Cum for me. Cum now!

When he said "now," Conrad leaned over and grabbed my cock with both hands, pumping hard. I lost it. Back arched, eyes rolling back, I thrust my cock into his pounding grip. Jesus, I'm coming, I yelled, hips jerking and hands clutching the bed sheets, head pressed back, eyes staring into the back of my head. Oh, God. Oh, God, I yelled, so glad for this man, taking me to heaven. Hot cum sprayed from my cock, and I moaned, Oooooh....

After awhile, I opened my eyes to Conrad washing his hands.

Before I could offer him a thanks, or an, is there anything I can do for you, or a wow, fuck, that was amazing - Conrad had smiled and was stepping out the door. The door closed, then paused, and he looked around it and said, send me a text sometime, Jim.

T-thanks. I stammered.

You are quite welcome, he winked, and was gone.


Thank you for reading. Feedback welcome! - jacob442011@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 3


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