One afternoon about 8 months ago, I got on a local man-to-man chat line. I talked with a dude, we exchanged phone numbers, and hung up. He called back immediately and told me that all he was interested in was jo'ing with another guy. He told me where he lived, the gate access code, the floor number, and his apartment number. He then said, "The front door will be open."
Needless to say, I was aprehensive and nervous about going over there. What if he was a freak? What if he had a gun? Well, I was pretty horny, and seeing how it was the middle of the afternoon, and he lived in a very nice neighborhood, I decided what the hell. If anyhting was going to happen, I could take care of myself. I drove over, entered his complex, and walked up to the third floor. Sure enough, the front door was cracked open - ever so slightly. I confidently pushed it open, and thought my heart was going to explode. I walked in. Across the room was the guy - dark hair, about 26, good looking, sitting in chair, looking to his left, away from me. He wearing a white tee shirt, and he had his pants and underwear around his ankles. He was strokin his hard dick, slowly up and down. The head was glistening from all the pre-cum. (And I mean he really had a lot of it).
I made my way over to the sofa, next to where he was sitting. He face was turned to his left, our eyes not yet meeting. I took my shoes off, then socks. Unbuckled my belt, and wiggled out of my jeans. My Calvins were wet in the front from my pre-cum; my dick was really hard. I pulled down my underwear - still no look or glance from the dude. I sat down, put my left leg over the sofa arm, leaned back, and started stroking. My eyes were fixed on his dick - cut, thick, and wet from his pre-cum. He slowly turned his head around toward me. His eyes were fixed on my dick. He slowly lifted his right leg off the floor, and put his sock-covered foot under my balls. Slowly he moved it around, his toes wiggling back and forth. All the time he didn't miss a beat as he continued to jerk.
Sensing that I was about to cum, I got up and made my way to him. I straddled his legs and leaned forwarded toward his chest. He moaned, and shot a huge load all over his stomach and navel. I unloaded then on his chest. He rubbed our cum together.
i made my way back to the sofa where I got dressed. He got up and walked to another room, came back with his clothes in his hands, and simply said, "Thanks. That was hot." I said that it was sure was. I finished dressing and left.
Needless to say, I was aprehensive and nervous about going over there. What if he was a freak? What if he had a gun? Well, I was pretty horny, and seeing how it was the middle of the afternoon, and he lived in a very nice neighborhood, I decided what the hell. If anyhting was going to happen, I could take care of myself. I drove over, entered his complex, and walked up to the third floor. Sure enough, the front door was cracked open - ever so slightly. I confidently pushed it open, and thought my heart was going to explode. I walked in. Across the room was the guy - dark hair, about 26, good looking, sitting in chair, looking to his left, away from me. He wearing a white tee shirt, and he had his pants and underwear around his ankles. He was strokin his hard dick, slowly up and down. The head was glistening from all the pre-cum. (And I mean he really had a lot of it).
I made my way over to the sofa, next to where he was sitting. He face was turned to his left, our eyes not yet meeting. I took my shoes off, then socks. Unbuckled my belt, and wiggled out of my jeans. My Calvins were wet in the front from my pre-cum; my dick was really hard. I pulled down my underwear - still no look or glance from the dude. I sat down, put my left leg over the sofa arm, leaned back, and started stroking. My eyes were fixed on his dick - cut, thick, and wet from his pre-cum. He slowly turned his head around toward me. His eyes were fixed on my dick. He slowly lifted his right leg off the floor, and put his sock-covered foot under my balls. Slowly he moved it around, his toes wiggling back and forth. All the time he didn't miss a beat as he continued to jerk.
Sensing that I was about to cum, I got up and made my way to him. I straddled his legs and leaned forwarded toward his chest. He moaned, and shot a huge load all over his stomach and navel. I unloaded then on his chest. He rubbed our cum together.
i made my way back to the sofa where I got dressed. He got up and walked to another room, came back with his clothes in his hands, and simply said, "Thanks. That was hot." I said that it was sure was. I finished dressing and left.
