Reunion with Nick Part 1
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Matt C.
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gay
I hadn’t seen Nick in a few years when I was scrolling through my LinkedIn page one day and saw that he had been let go from his start-up job. He had started his career at my former New York PR firm, where we had worked together for just a year before he moved on. Despite that brief time working together, Nick occupied at outsized place in my mind.
First, he was one of the brightest young people I’d ever worked with. Though there was a 20-year age gap between us he seemed to pick things up quickly. Second, though I am married to a woman I love very much I’ve had a running sexual fantasy about Nick, and his face and body appeared in my mind hundreds of times over the years as I masturbated in the shower, thinking about what it might be to fuck him or suck his cock. There was also probably something especially exciting about Nick because of his easy smile and lithe, muscular black body. I’d never been with a man before, let alone a black man, but I couldn’t get the throughout out of my mind.
For my wife Marta’s part, even she could see that Nick was something special. We’d been out for drinks a few times, and invariably she would comment on his amazing style and physique and tell me afterward “It’s such a shame he’s gay!” I’d just laugh, but it hit close to home.
Nick had recently broken up with his longtime boyfriend Dom. I’d see their Facebook photos from parties in Miami after they had moved to Florida, and my eyes couldn’t help traveling from Nick’s face down to his Speedo, where I could see his cock straining against the fabric. “Lucky Dom!” I would think.
After they broke up, Nick returned to New York and I had actually run into him once on the street a year before the layoff. We chatted for five minutes and planned to get together again soon, but life had gotten in the way. I probably seemed embarrassed at the time, because every time I’d see him in person I’d wonder if he knew my feelings.
After seeing his post on LinkedIn, I decided to reach out and offer help on the job search, probably with ulterior motives. The fact is that I had been thinking about him a lot recently, and as a man in his mid-50s it was probably time to either act on my impulses of being with another man or forget them forever.
Nick seemed pleased, and maybe unsurprised, to hear from me, and he suggested that we meet up at his apartment in Brooklyn on a Friday night after work when Marta was traveling on business. I said yes, and made sure I dropped by his place looking my best, doubling up on my gym visits, getting my monthly waxing done early, and spending some time outside to get color after a long winter.
When I showed up at his place, Nick greeted me with a big smile, dressed as impeccably as usual in a very expensive looking pair of designer sweats, a tight tank top that showed off his nicely defined, chocolatey pecs, and some Gucci house slippers. He asked if I wanted a drink and I stammered out “Double bourbon please!” He laughed and poured us both out a big portion.
We moved over to the sofa and began to talk about his job situation and his breakup with Dom, which he had never talked to me about before. “He was so selfish!” Nick said. “I came to see that after a while. Always his needs first then mine.” I didn’t talk a lot but figured that Nick needed someone to listen more than anything else. But when he told me that about Dom I must have lost my cool for a moment because I said “I would never do that!”
Immediately I realized how it might sound, laughed nervously and added “I mean in any relationship, not with you specifically!” That only made it worse. I could feel my heart thumping as Nick looked at me and cracked up. “Hahaha! You don’t think I know how you feel about me?” I remember you eyeing me on day one when I met you!” I was quiet for a moment, then told myself internally, “It’s now or never!” Then I said, “I always knew you were perceptive. I’ve actually been carrying a torch for you for a long time.”
I felt like the bourbon had gone to my head quickly. But there was also an intense rush of endorphins in me. I moved closer to him on the sofa, leaned in and kissed him for what seemed like 10 minutes. He returned my kisses eagerly. I felt like a 16-year old kid on a first date, my mind a swirl of animal feelings and excitement.
As we continued to kiss, I pulled Nick’s tank top up over his head revealing his sleek chest and well-defined abs. Meanwhile I had kicked off my shoes and pulled my own polo shirt over my head. Slowly I started to work down from his lips to his neck, chest and abs, taking in his beautiful body with hungry mouthfuls and running my tongue along his torso. Nick leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, then said, “Have you ever sucked a cock?” Backing away for a second I answered, “No, but I’ve wanted to. Yours in particular.” He laughed and said, “Let’s see what you can do. I hope I don’t disappoint.”
I pulled off Nick’s sweats to reveal a thong, with his member straining against the fabric. As I pulled the top of the thong down, his thick 8 inch cock popped clear. After throwing the thong across the room, I spent a moment admiring what I had fantasized about a million times: a long circumcised ebony rod with a purplish, swollen head and few large veins cross-crossing it. Grabbing it with one hand, I could feel a few drops of pre-cum on my fingers, that I lapped off with my tongue. Nick had lay back again and closed his eyes. His balls were like two beautiful large eggs in a smooth black pouch. As I caressed then with my other hand I could tell he was an avid waxer and kept his equipment clean. Apart from one neatly shaven patch above the cock, there was no pubic hair to speak of.
I moved down to take Nick’s balls into my mouth one by one, then ran my tongue all over and under his sack, as one hand ran itself up and down his shaft, which I could feel filling up with blood, making the veins pop further. More precum was seeping from his hole, so after working on his amazing scrotum for 5 minutes I turned my mouth’s attention to his cock and licked off the bit of salty froth that had gathered. His glans was glistening all over by now and I couldn’t help myself anymore. I needed to have Nick’s cock in my mouth.
I started at first with reading the glans with my tongue, then plunging a bit further with each pass, lapping up any liquid. I could feel my saliva glands going nuts and the salty taste of him in my mouth, so began spit out a mixture of saliva and Nick’s juices on each pass, and taking it back in as I can back up. I was an amateur at cocksucking, so I didn’t really know what I was doing. I just knew that I had to have Nick’s shaft inside me. It was one of most eye-opening and beautiful moments of my life and I wanted it to last.
Nick was moaning as he lay bank van on the Duda account at one point said, “Damn, are you sure you never sucked cock before?” I had a mouthful of him at the time that I almost spit out laughing but i steadied myself and went back to work on his joint. Nick put both hands around the back of my head to guide me up and down, and would hold my head in place when I got balls deep a few times, then release me.
I could feel Nick building to ejaculation and increased my speed, nearly gagging a few times. Finally Nick raised his back off his sofa, pulled my head toward him so that he was fully inside me, and let out a loud “Oh fuck!” As he released a torrent of cum deep into my throat. I could feel his veins pulsing 5-6 times as he continued to hold me in place, then suddenly released my head and fell back on the sofa. As his cock slid back out, I could feel my mouth full of his semen, and ii swirled it around to enjoy the sensation before sticking my tonight out to show him the load, and then swallowing most of it down. I’d tasted my own cum before so I kind of knew what to expect. Nick’s was deeper in flavor and slightly saltier, but also delicious. I realized I’d been missing out on a great pleasure for most of my life by not sucking cock.
I gathered a few additional gobs of Nick’s cum from my beard and licked them eagerly off my fingers, then lay with my head on Nick’s abs as he he kept his eyes closed. I had a ridiculous smile on my face that he couldn’t see, sad just lay there for a while with neither of us saying anything. Finally, Nick broke the silence by saying, “That was a decent start for an old man like you! Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Pulling himself up off the couch, he leaned toward me, Indy’s the belt on my pants, and I let them drop to the floor. Looking down I noticed that my briefs were absolutely drenched in cum. As I pulled them down and let them drop to the floor as well, Nick noticed and said “Come in, we have some more firsts you need to experience.”
I followed him into the bedroom and he shut the door behind us.
First, he was one of the brightest young people I’d ever worked with. Though there was a 20-year age gap between us he seemed to pick things up quickly. Second, though I am married to a woman I love very much I’ve had a running sexual fantasy about Nick, and his face and body appeared in my mind hundreds of times over the years as I masturbated in the shower, thinking about what it might be to fuck him or suck his cock. There was also probably something especially exciting about Nick because of his easy smile and lithe, muscular black body. I’d never been with a man before, let alone a black man, but I couldn’t get the throughout out of my mind.
For my wife Marta’s part, even she could see that Nick was something special. We’d been out for drinks a few times, and invariably she would comment on his amazing style and physique and tell me afterward “It’s such a shame he’s gay!” I’d just laugh, but it hit close to home.
Nick had recently broken up with his longtime boyfriend Dom. I’d see their Facebook photos from parties in Miami after they had moved to Florida, and my eyes couldn’t help traveling from Nick’s face down to his Speedo, where I could see his cock straining against the fabric. “Lucky Dom!” I would think.
After they broke up, Nick returned to New York and I had actually run into him once on the street a year before the layoff. We chatted for five minutes and planned to get together again soon, but life had gotten in the way. I probably seemed embarrassed at the time, because every time I’d see him in person I’d wonder if he knew my feelings.
After seeing his post on LinkedIn, I decided to reach out and offer help on the job search, probably with ulterior motives. The fact is that I had been thinking about him a lot recently, and as a man in his mid-50s it was probably time to either act on my impulses of being with another man or forget them forever.
Nick seemed pleased, and maybe unsurprised, to hear from me, and he suggested that we meet up at his apartment in Brooklyn on a Friday night after work when Marta was traveling on business. I said yes, and made sure I dropped by his place looking my best, doubling up on my gym visits, getting my monthly waxing done early, and spending some time outside to get color after a long winter.
When I showed up at his place, Nick greeted me with a big smile, dressed as impeccably as usual in a very expensive looking pair of designer sweats, a tight tank top that showed off his nicely defined, chocolatey pecs, and some Gucci house slippers. He asked if I wanted a drink and I stammered out “Double bourbon please!” He laughed and poured us both out a big portion.
We moved over to the sofa and began to talk about his job situation and his breakup with Dom, which he had never talked to me about before. “He was so selfish!” Nick said. “I came to see that after a while. Always his needs first then mine.” I didn’t talk a lot but figured that Nick needed someone to listen more than anything else. But when he told me that about Dom I must have lost my cool for a moment because I said “I would never do that!”
Immediately I realized how it might sound, laughed nervously and added “I mean in any relationship, not with you specifically!” That only made it worse. I could feel my heart thumping as Nick looked at me and cracked up. “Hahaha! You don’t think I know how you feel about me?” I remember you eyeing me on day one when I met you!” I was quiet for a moment, then told myself internally, “It’s now or never!” Then I said, “I always knew you were perceptive. I’ve actually been carrying a torch for you for a long time.”
I felt like the bourbon had gone to my head quickly. But there was also an intense rush of endorphins in me. I moved closer to him on the sofa, leaned in and kissed him for what seemed like 10 minutes. He returned my kisses eagerly. I felt like a 16-year old kid on a first date, my mind a swirl of animal feelings and excitement.
As we continued to kiss, I pulled Nick’s tank top up over his head revealing his sleek chest and well-defined abs. Meanwhile I had kicked off my shoes and pulled my own polo shirt over my head. Slowly I started to work down from his lips to his neck, chest and abs, taking in his beautiful body with hungry mouthfuls and running my tongue along his torso. Nick leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, then said, “Have you ever sucked a cock?” Backing away for a second I answered, “No, but I’ve wanted to. Yours in particular.” He laughed and said, “Let’s see what you can do. I hope I don’t disappoint.”
I pulled off Nick’s sweats to reveal a thong, with his member straining against the fabric. As I pulled the top of the thong down, his thick 8 inch cock popped clear. After throwing the thong across the room, I spent a moment admiring what I had fantasized about a million times: a long circumcised ebony rod with a purplish, swollen head and few large veins cross-crossing it. Grabbing it with one hand, I could feel a few drops of pre-cum on my fingers, that I lapped off with my tongue. Nick had lay back again and closed his eyes. His balls were like two beautiful large eggs in a smooth black pouch. As I caressed then with my other hand I could tell he was an avid waxer and kept his equipment clean. Apart from one neatly shaven patch above the cock, there was no pubic hair to speak of.
I moved down to take Nick’s balls into my mouth one by one, then ran my tongue all over and under his sack, as one hand ran itself up and down his shaft, which I could feel filling up with blood, making the veins pop further. More precum was seeping from his hole, so after working on his amazing scrotum for 5 minutes I turned my mouth’s attention to his cock and licked off the bit of salty froth that had gathered. His glans was glistening all over by now and I couldn’t help myself anymore. I needed to have Nick’s cock in my mouth.
I started at first with reading the glans with my tongue, then plunging a bit further with each pass, lapping up any liquid. I could feel my saliva glands going nuts and the salty taste of him in my mouth, so began spit out a mixture of saliva and Nick’s juices on each pass, and taking it back in as I can back up. I was an amateur at cocksucking, so I didn’t really know what I was doing. I just knew that I had to have Nick’s shaft inside me. It was one of most eye-opening and beautiful moments of my life and I wanted it to last.
Nick was moaning as he lay bank van on the Duda account at one point said, “Damn, are you sure you never sucked cock before?” I had a mouthful of him at the time that I almost spit out laughing but i steadied myself and went back to work on his joint. Nick put both hands around the back of my head to guide me up and down, and would hold my head in place when I got balls deep a few times, then release me.
I could feel Nick building to ejaculation and increased my speed, nearly gagging a few times. Finally Nick raised his back off his sofa, pulled my head toward him so that he was fully inside me, and let out a loud “Oh fuck!” As he released a torrent of cum deep into my throat. I could feel his veins pulsing 5-6 times as he continued to hold me in place, then suddenly released my head and fell back on the sofa. As his cock slid back out, I could feel my mouth full of his semen, and ii swirled it around to enjoy the sensation before sticking my tonight out to show him the load, and then swallowing most of it down. I’d tasted my own cum before so I kind of knew what to expect. Nick’s was deeper in flavor and slightly saltier, but also delicious. I realized I’d been missing out on a great pleasure for most of my life by not sucking cock.
I gathered a few additional gobs of Nick’s cum from my beard and licked them eagerly off my fingers, then lay with my head on Nick’s abs as he he kept his eyes closed. I had a ridiculous smile on my face that he couldn’t see, sad just lay there for a while with neither of us saying anything. Finally, Nick broke the silence by saying, “That was a decent start for an old man like you! Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Pulling himself up off the couch, he leaned toward me, Indy’s the belt on my pants, and I let them drop to the floor. Looking down I noticed that my briefs were absolutely drenched in cum. As I pulled them down and let them drop to the floor as well, Nick noticed and said “Come in, we have some more firsts you need to experience.”
I followed him into the bedroom and he shut the door behind us.
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