Weekend Update

Except for drama in the wife's family Saturday, it was mostly a good weekend. Parts of it were fantastic, even. I'll write about the drama later (perhaps) but for now I want to focus on the good things.

First, I went into the weekend feeling good about my diet after the weekly weigh-in. It gave me the push I needed to stay focused on it and not let myself go (eating wise) like I usually do over the weekend. And I was more active than usual this weekend, with a long softball practice Sunday evening (though I'm incredibly sore this morning!)

Friday night, the wife and I went to Carrabbas and had a really good dinner. Amazingly, she didn't dominate the conversation by bitching about work or talking about baseball. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind if she bitches about work, but she'll go on and on about it, often repeating the same things (while bouncing from one topic to another like a kid on too much sugar) and it gets old really fast!

But we had a pleasant evening, with actual conversation. When we got home we started a little light kissing (the niece was out for the night), which soon developed into increasingly passionate kisses. We made out for a bit in the living room, playing with each other through our clothes, before going to the bedroom, hurriedly stripping, and making love fucking! I finished first, as usual, and then helped her along with the aid of her favorite toy. (In my defense, she doesn't cum from sex no matter how long I go, so this is pretty normal for us.) I would have liked to have gone longer, taken my time to play and eat her out, but we weren't sure if the niece was coming back home or not, so we felt a bit rushed. Still, it was pretty fantastic.

When I got up Saturday morning, I checked Dizcreet for any updates and saw one of my friends, Brent, online (I use his screen name with his permission). Now Brent and I have chatted before, not quite flirting but there were hints of it in our conversations, and I know him to be the kind of person I respond well too: intelligent, good conversationalist, good sense of humor. Plus, he flatters me a lot, and I like that. We'd not had a lot of time to that point to stay in a chat at the same time, so nothing had developed yet. But Saturday morning he had the house to himself and I was up before the wife and had some time before she would be awake. The niece had stayed out after all, so I was basically alone.

He and I started chatting, talking about each of our levels of experience (basically none for the both of us) and what we were looking for. It was feeling like a good opportunity to play, but I was unsure and hesitant; I don't have a lot of chat sex experience with girls, and none at all with a guy. I wasn't even sure how I'd feel about it with another man, or if I could really get into it. One of us (I honestly don't remember who) made the first playful move, and the other responded, and I told myself  "fuck it, role with it and see what happens."

We got increasingly playful, then were soon both into full on, "I'll put this there and do that just like this!" mode! It was much hotter than I expected it to be, and he later confirmed it was the same for him. I was typing one-handed while stroking myself, getting nearer and nearer to orgasm. When he typed that he'd cum and it covered his belly and chest, I erupted, coming harder than I have in several years!

Now this is mild compared to what some of you do, but it was a big moment for me. It wasn't the same as finally getting to suck a guy off, but it was a first time for me doing anything like that with a guy. I braced myself for the inevitable, post-cum shame or guilt, but it never happened. In fact, I was upbeat and almost bubbly all Saturday morning, feeling kind of energized.

I saw him later Saturday on Dizcreet again, and we talked about the morning. Brent assured me that he'd really enjoyed it, and agreed with me that it was totally different from jerking off to gay porn and imagining yourself in that situation. He, like me, had never done anything like that with another guy and was looking forward to another round. Maybe next weekend?

Now we both know if we ever do get to be with another guy that way in real life, the result may be different. I think we'll both get into it at the time, but we aren't sure about that "after the cum" feeling. But for now, we've both passed and hurdle and are happy with the results. And I'm glad it was with Brent.

I thought about it often the rest of the weekend, staying horny with the memory and with the anticipation of maybe doing it again next week, if it works out. As for a real life meeting? Well, the chances are greater than zero, I suppose; he only lives 3.5 hours away (give or take), so who knows? For now, we're both just enjoying the ride and there's no need to push anything.