An Encounter With Mr Walz.
In a dark dive bar on a quiet Wednesday night, somewhere in Minneapolis, I could count on one hand the number of customers in there. I sat at the bar, ready to order a beer. I saw a solitary figure sitting in a shady corner. Baseball cap, plaid shirt type of guy. Khaki pants and brown boots with white working socks. He was the only person in the place.
He approached the bar and ordered a whiskey. He looked at me with the warmth of someone who knew me, was familiar with me. 'Hey stranger, looks like me and you tonight,' he said in an ambiguous way. He gave me a big, goofy smile and offered to buy me a whiskey. I smiled back at him and accepted his offer. 'Come sit with me. I love seeing visitors to my town. The names Tim'. I grabbed my drink and moved to his table. I told him my name and he raised his glass to me. 'Nice meeting you. Bottoms up,' he said with cheeky look, raising his white eyebrows in a suggestive way'. We both took a drink of the cold whiskey, and our eyes locked, and the gaze lingered a while. Looking at him now, I thought, ok, he's quite effeminate at times, but he also looks kinda masculine. Here I was looking at this campish man, but at the same time enjoying his physical attributes. There was a handsomeness to him, with his wisened green eyes. His maleness and masculinity created that regular Joe look that drives me wild. I couldn't help but notice his hairy, firm forearms and hands, and I could see that grey chest hair over his unbuttoned shirt, as i tried to eye him up discreetly. I took in the sight of his belly and his tits with the contours of his shirt. He was also a leg spreader rather than a crosser. This allowed me full access to the sight of his balls bulging in his khakis. I knew he knew I had noticed them. It seemed quite hot, the unspoken knowledge that I was already admiring his balls, and he didn't give a shit about it. But on his wedding finger, on those nicely weathered hands, I noticed a gold band. I said nothing of it.
We chatted and made a nice connection talking about the local bars in town. He seemed exciteable and over animated at times, but i put it down to nerves. Then he stopped and looked right at me, smiling, and then shook his head and looked downward. I asked him inquisitively if he was OK. 'Yeah,' he replied, 'I'm just enjoying your company so much'. I smiled, and I looked at him, and then I noticed his cock was hard, no longer just the bulge of his balls. He looked at me and raised a friendly white eyebrow. 'Sorry, I guess!' he said faux sheepishly. I realised my cock was fully stiff in my pants. And I had no intention of hiding it from him. 'No need to be sorry,' I said as I discreetly put my hand on his thigh and ran it over his bulge. I squeezed his tip gently. He muttered a soft 'geez Louise' when I rubbed my thumb over his head and shaft. I saw him gulp, like he was terrified and excited at the same time. 'I'd like to play around with that tonight,' I told him, whilst i circled my thumb round and round his cock head. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it.
Suddenly, he changed the heat of the mood with a revelation. 'I have a wife,' he said directly, as if absorbing himself from a sin. 'Oh. And?' I replied. 'She knows how I am. She's OK with it. We are friends, and we married years ago because of my job,' he explained, now rather confidently. 'We dont sleep together, never have. It's for convenience.' he calmly explained. 'Let me have a think about that,' I said, considering it might be bull. At the same time, I knew very well that I was going to be naked in bed with him in the next hour regardless. He suggested I come back to his to think about it. He knew too that we would be sucking each others cocks very soon. I know there was no confusion in that. We headed on over to his place. A quiet walk, but on the way, he said, 'I can be such a knucklehead at times'. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. We stopped and kissed and then continued walking. 'A total knucklehead,' I said and winked at him reassuringly.
As we entered a massive home, he explained that 'Gwen' would be asleep in her room. When we got to his room, he kissed me much more intimately and more passionately than earlier, exploring my entire mouth and licking my toungue. I could feel the days stubble on my lips and cheeks. His hands were rubbing me all over, as if he had never touched another man like that. He flopped on his bed on his back. I saw he was fully erect again. He told me to pull his boots off, and I duly obliged. Doing this made me really horny and hungry for him. I rubbed his socked feet in those white work socks, warm from the days wear. He wasted no time in undoing his jeans and told me to pull them off him. I obliged. Removing his jeans revealed a pair of rather nice hairy legs; not particularly muscular, but manly, unlike some of his mannerisms, I thought to myself humorously. I pulled off my tee, and he put his socked soles on my chest. I pulled them up to my face and inhaled the musty suede scent. I parted those hairy legs to reveal the view of his hard cock and balls, concealed by his underpants. I pushed his legs back and revealed a very pert butt, wrapped tightly in his underpants. I leaned in and put my face on his crotch, inhaling the sweet, sweaty smell of his cock through the still fresh smelling white pants. The aroma was intoxicating, making me want what was underneath even more. 'Wait,' he said, 'What about you having a think about it first', he playfully teased me. 'Shut up, knucklead' I replied 'I'm just about to suck your cock and you wanna give me a hard time? ' I said playfully. We both laughed. At that moment I felt overwhelmingly attracted to him, laying there vulnerable and trusting. Just two men with a quickly developed trust in one another. As I leaned back to admire the view, he raised his legs upwards and commanded I remove his underwear. I pulled the pants up and over his socked feet, and he spread those legs mid-air, revealing cock, balls and part of his hairy ass crack. I noticed a salt and pepper plume of hair down there, particularly between his ball sack and his butt hole. I couldn't resist placing his cock in my mouth. I then recognised that salty sweet taste of precum. I sucked every bit of that nectar out of him. I sucked him off, worshipping his cock, my mouth greedily moving up and down his shaft, and sucking his balls one at a time. This seemed to really get him even more horny. I kind of knew by now it was his first time, so I wanted to really make him feel good. I pulled open his shirt, revealing a very nice pair of tits. I went in and devoured his nipples, sucking and licking and gently biting, his body in rapture. 'I want you and your cum deep inside me,' he pleaded. I stood up at the end of the bed, my cock throbbing in time with my wild heartbeat. 'Undo my pants and suck my cock, Tim' I instructed him. He did and by the time I had kicked my boots off, he was on my cock. The warmth of his wet mouth on me was intense. I held his head, my fingers woven into his white hair, him gagging with greed, breaking only to play with my balls, occasionally sucking on them. A shudder of lust rushed through me when he stood up and I felt his cock hit against mine, and I did the same to him, our cocks like two swords. 'Fuck me' he told me. 'I really want to. You got lube?'. 'Shit, no' he said. 'Ok, im gonna have lubricate you with my spit, so I'm gonna eat you first.' He said nothing and dutifully got on his knees and pulled his butt cheeks apart, revealing a very inviting hairy butt bud. I ate that delicious, sweet hole like I hadn't eaten for days. Tim moaned like never before. This was definitely his first time having a man eat him out. I spat on his hole and rubbed inside him, making sure he was well lubricated for my cock.
Sliding in to him, I thought I'd go gently, take it easy on his butt. He totally floored me when he said to just go right in. I went for it and pushed into his warm, wet, hairy hole. He let out a long moan of deep satisfaction, telling me how good it was to have my cock inside him. I fucked him gently and slowly for a bit, the warmth of his hole tempting me to cum, with that lusty feeling that only comes with fucking a man. I withdrew and turned him over. 'I want to see your face when we fuck. And I want to masturbate you'. I re-entered his hole and fucked him harder and faster. I placed his ankles on my shoulders, those white socks still on. I spat on my hand and took his hard cock and jerked him off. The motion of the fuck was taking over me and I felt myself nearing ejaculation. 'You really want my cum inside you?' I asked, heavy breathing. 'Yeah. I want to feel your hot cum in my ass' he replied.
With that confirmation, I pounded harder and wanked him way faster than my fucking rhythm, intensifying my imminent orgasm. I slammed in him for a final time, slapping my groin into his butt cheeks. I let out a roar of excitement and satisfaction as my cum shot out of me and deep inside Tim. 'Oh my fuck, I feel your cum in me. Its fucking amazing. Your hot cum deep in me. Oh fuck, Im cumming too'. I still had his cock in my hand and I felt it jerk and then his hot ejaculate on my hand as he shot up his hairy belly, reaching his own chin, such was the force of his ejaculation. We gathered breath, laughed, and smiled at each other, totally satisfied.
I slowly and gently withdrew from his hole, and I watched the gentle trickle of cum pour out of him, like a little stream down his crack. I ran my thumb over his bud, tenderly, and his body jerked, like it was the most sensitive touch he ever had. 'I want you kiss me with your semen.' he told me. I smiled at him knowingly but said nothing. I made my way back to his beautiful, wet hole and placed my mouth over it. I gently blew into him and then sucked his hole, putting my tongue in to make sure i could taste the cum. Sucking on that lovely bud, I got a mouthful of my own cum, still warm. Holding it in my mouth, I moved back up to see him eagerly open mouthed. 'Spit your cum in my mouth' he said before opening wide again. I moved my lips close to hisn but didn't connect just yet. I simply opened my mouth and let my thick, warm semen fall into his mouth. He savoured it, but before swallowing, I lapped up some of his own, from his chest and chin. 'Now we kiss' I said and we kissed passionately, our toungues and lips lubricated with each others cum, as we passed the combined thick liquid between with kisses. We both rolled over, staring at the ceiling, still wrapped in each other. 'My first proper sex with a man' he sighed. 'You knew what you were doing though'. How did that happen.' I said. 'I have seen MANY videos and I more than a few big dildos under my bed,' he said with a wink. 'That's my experience. I've had a few fumbles and tumbles, but nothing as intense as tonight'. And with that we kissed deeply and I felt him get aroused again, as my cock slightly stiffened. In his khakis, a cellphone rung with the ringtone of 'Raining Men'. He walked over and answered. 'Hey Doug,' I thought I heard him say. Then there was a series of 'uh-huhs, sure, bye'. The call ended and as he walked over to me, cock swinging freely with his low hanging balls, he said 'OK, I got a buddy, Doug, in a kinda similar situation. He's asking if he could join us sometime. Only problem is, he's in California. His wife DOESNT know, but she's always too drunk and overdoing the benzos to notice much, so it won't be a problem if you wanna visit. Flights are on me'. What the fuck was I getting into?
