Cravings.
I was older when I discovered that I enjoyed having sex with and making love to other men. To be more accurate, my attraction grew over time, slowly gradually, getting ever stronger. However, I would not give into those urges until I was older. There is a special feeling, it is full of different emotions. Only men know that craving and only other men can satisfy it. It is a craving that I began to feel powerless against. Oh, I would imagine, how it must feel to have a passionate man, nude and pressed against me. I discovered that looks, age and race didn't matter. Size didn't matter. As much as the unexplainable desire for cock had become overwhelming, so to did the desire to connect and to "make love." Somehow, along the way, everything had changed for me. Nothing was more wonderful or satisfying.
Before all that though, I had started to watch gay porn and marveled at how intimate they could be. Gay porn gave way to private fantasy and experimentaion. After a girlfriend would leave, I would take out her dildo. The desire and curiousity was so strong, I would bring it to my lips wishing it was real. I would suck it, wishing it was a man about to cum. I had to know, I would rub the tip on my asshole. I knew that I had to have it inside me. I just had to try it. Although doing that for real would be a long time away. I now knew that I would let the right man have me, if he wanted. I never thought I would want it before, but I could now imagine hearing a man's grunts, feeling him inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. What could be more intimate?
That connection, that unsaid connection between two men that know the incredible urge, that craving for another. My first was an asian man. As much as I built it up in my head, as much as I wanted it, as much as I needed it, it simply did not compare. The real thing was better than any fantasy. Being in bed with him, both of us nude was just undescribable. He was a gay man. Experienced, he knew where I was, he knew the possible inner conflict and the elation of giving into it. I couldn't believe that I was actually in bed with him, but feeling his body, touching his cock, everything else just melted away. Maybe I had built it up too much. How could feeling his cock on my lips and in my mouth be as good as I had been imagining it to be? How could it be even more incredible? I am cut, he was uncut, oh how sexy his cock looked! Taking him in my mouth and feeling him swell and feeling his sensitive cock's head emerge from his foreskin, my imagination wasn't even close. His scent, his taste, it was all so euphoric.
It was a flood of desire and emotion. A rushing flood of lust, feelings and pent up cravings. I never expected to develop such an attraction. Sex, I guess, was easier to understand to me. Just shear sexual need and desire. I quickly found that I wanted tenderness, caring, making "love." It was a dream, a fantasy, to be on my knees before a nude man. Kneeling before him, him laying back on his bed. His sexy, swelling cock, slowly exposing his tip. The feelings, the emotions, I did not expect them. I was overwhelmed. I guided his legs up, bending at the knees. I had always found assholes such a turn on. The look, the folds, so sexy to me. I had imagined this scene so many times. Mouthing his balls, sucking his cock, licking his hole, but no. Instead, my urge was to mouth and kiss my way down his thighs, teasing, heightening his pleasure. I wanted to please him. It was truly a flood of desire and emotion.
So too, was the desire to kiss, to make out. Unthinkable when I was younger, now it heightened everything. The arousal, the pleasure, the moment of orgasm. All made better by sharing the most intimate of expression, an open mouthed kiss. The elation of a like minded, beautiful man. Taking turns, taking our time, caressing, teasing, kissing and licking each other all over. When he came, my desire for his semen surprised me. I surprised myself by how eagerly I lapped it up and swallowed it. There was such power in his cum. I felt intoxicated. So addictive, I found that I craved it, that I layed awake at night dreaming about it.
Before all that though, I had started to watch gay porn and marveled at how intimate they could be. Gay porn gave way to private fantasy and experimentaion. After a girlfriend would leave, I would take out her dildo. The desire and curiousity was so strong, I would bring it to my lips wishing it was real. I would suck it, wishing it was a man about to cum. I had to know, I would rub the tip on my asshole. I knew that I had to have it inside me. I just had to try it. Although doing that for real would be a long time away. I now knew that I would let the right man have me, if he wanted. I never thought I would want it before, but I could now imagine hearing a man's grunts, feeling him inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. What could be more intimate?
That connection, that unsaid connection between two men that know the incredible urge, that craving for another. My first was an asian man. As much as I built it up in my head, as much as I wanted it, as much as I needed it, it simply did not compare. The real thing was better than any fantasy. Being in bed with him, both of us nude was just undescribable. He was a gay man. Experienced, he knew where I was, he knew the possible inner conflict and the elation of giving into it. I couldn't believe that I was actually in bed with him, but feeling his body, touching his cock, everything else just melted away. Maybe I had built it up too much. How could feeling his cock on my lips and in my mouth be as good as I had been imagining it to be? How could it be even more incredible? I am cut, he was uncut, oh how sexy his cock looked! Taking him in my mouth and feeling him swell and feeling his sensitive cock's head emerge from his foreskin, my imagination wasn't even close. His scent, his taste, it was all so euphoric.
It was a flood of desire and emotion. A rushing flood of lust, feelings and pent up cravings. I never expected to develop such an attraction. Sex, I guess, was easier to understand to me. Just shear sexual need and desire. I quickly found that I wanted tenderness, caring, making "love." It was a dream, a fantasy, to be on my knees before a nude man. Kneeling before him, him laying back on his bed. His sexy, swelling cock, slowly exposing his tip. The feelings, the emotions, I did not expect them. I was overwhelmed. I guided his legs up, bending at the knees. I had always found assholes such a turn on. The look, the folds, so sexy to me. I had imagined this scene so many times. Mouthing his balls, sucking his cock, licking his hole, but no. Instead, my urge was to mouth and kiss my way down his thighs, teasing, heightening his pleasure. I wanted to please him. It was truly a flood of desire and emotion.
So too, was the desire to kiss, to make out. Unthinkable when I was younger, now it heightened everything. The arousal, the pleasure, the moment of orgasm. All made better by sharing the most intimate of expression, an open mouthed kiss. The elation of a like minded, beautiful man. Taking turns, taking our time, caressing, teasing, kissing and licking each other all over. When he came, my desire for his semen surprised me. I surprised myself by how eagerly I lapped it up and swallowed it. There was such power in his cum. I felt intoxicated. So addictive, I found that I craved it, that I layed awake at night dreaming about it.
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