NAO Update 3

Another NAO update, and if you can stand it an update related to sexual things.

(I wrote this Saturday morning, but the wife woke up unexpectedly early and I didn’t get a chance to finish and post.)

Saturday morning, and I’m feeling pretty good. The wife and I had a nice night of watching TV, a mixture of a movie (In the Tall Grass), a couple of episodes of a great show (The Good Place), and a little college football before bed. Early on I felt a little anxiety about not drinking on a Friday night, but that faded. I think it was mostly just missing the ritual of it.

I will reiterate that this is simply no alcohol October; Come the night of November 1 (conveniently a Friday), I will have a few drinks. But maybe I’ll be in a better position to regulate how much I drink, and how often. Time will tell.

Long-time readers know that not only do I get the urge to suck a cock, that urge swings from being mild to being downright necessary. Back in April or May that urge started become strong again, and I realized it’s been five years since I last got to blow a guy, so I went on Grindr to see what I could find. Almost immediately after starting the account I was getting messages, which just goes to show what horn-dogs men can be whether straight, gay, or anything in between.

A few prospects looked promising, but as often happens with me the logistics just wouldn’t work out. I have to balance my comfort level with the person I’m talking to, their availability matching my own, the distance I am from them, and where we can meet. I can never host, and I can only do anything if the wife is at a baseball game (generally speaking), and I simply won’t take a chance on getting caught doing anything “lewd” in public. For some reason, that tends to piss guys off when we’re talking.

Early on, one dude messaged me through the app with “Wanna suck this cock?” The guys location was nearby, and his profile picture seemed normal enough (I’m not really into a guy’s looks, but I do have some standards), and he was around my age. Still, even though I’m no prude, and I’m certainly not looking for romance in these encounters, that opening gambit just sort of rubbed me (giggity) the wrong way. I deleted the message without comment, and concentrated on a few other guys who looked promising.

A few days later I went into the app, and immediately got the same message from the same guy. This time I texted back “Just curious: does that line ever work?” He replied back “Yea, sometimes, but not with you I guess.” I replied with a “LOL” and deleted the message. I considered blocking the guy, but decided not to. He got the message, right?

Meanwhile my friend T contacted me during this time, and told me that he and his husband had decided to “open up” their marriage. I’m happy that he told me that, because two days earlier I’d seen his husband’s profile in Grindr, and I wrestled with whether or not I should tell T. Turns out that he knew and was okay with it. Unfortunately, T’s availability is only during the week before 2:30 PM (when their kids come home from school), so though the possibilities were intriguing, I didn’t know if it was going to work out or not. We kept in touch, though, just in case.

Come a Sunday in August and I’m going in to work early in the morning to catch up on a few hours I’d missed during the week (for a reason that escapes me now). On the way out I decided to see if one of the guys I’d been talking to was going to be close to the town I work in (it’s a half hour drive from where I live.) He said he might be, but only in the afternoon, but I was planning to be done with work by then. However, the wife would be going to the ball park early that day for a pre-game event, and would be gone until well late in the afternoon. So, let’s think about this.

While I was messaging that guy, the dude from before texts me: “Hey, how are you doing?” Okay, this is a better start, so I reply back that I was heading out to work soon. He asked if I had a specific time that I needed to be there, and I said not really, but I wanted to get in and out as soon as I could. I was actually thinking of trying to arrange something for around noon, as I was just heading out the door.

Well, long story short(ish), he wanted me to come by right then. And in fact, he lived just a few minutes away, in a reasonably nice neighborhood, that was on my way to work. My first instinct was to say no, not right now, and try to arrange something for later. This would give me more time to come up with an excuse to back out. But after I thought about it a few minutes, I decided “fuck it” and agreed to meet him. I had his address, and three minutes later I was parked and walking up to his door feeling self-conscious as hell.

He met me at the door and invited me in, and led me to his living room. The place looked neat, didn’t have a funky smell, and seemed tastefully decorated (though I’m really no judge of that.) The first thing I noticed is that he didn’t look to be as close to my age as I thought; he was in good shape and looked to be in his 30s, which made me wonder why he’d want an old fart like me.

I tried to make some small talk, and crack some jokes (leading to my now-patented nervous chuckles), and he was polite enough but it was clear he wanted to move things along. That’s good, because if left up to me it’d be an hour later and nobody’s close would be any closer to being off than they were when I got there.

He got things started by reaching up and rubbing my nipples. That took me by surprise, as I’ve never considered there to be anything sexual about my (or any other guy’s) nipples, but he seemed to enjoy playing with them, so whatever. He was wearing gym shorts and I noticed he had a pretty good bulge going on in there, so I countered by cupping and caressing his crotch. He stiffened almost immediately.

Just as I went to put my hand down his shorts he leaned in to kiss me. That REALLY took me by surprise, and I kind of backed off, but not entirely. He kept coming in, so I was sort of moving to avoid it but also returning the kiss. Kissing guys isn’t really my thing, but with a little preparation (so, two or three months) I can do it and not feel weird. Well, no, I’m still going to feel weird, but… well, you know what I mean.

While I’m dodging full-on tonsil wrestling, he’s deftly opened my shorts and pulled my cock out. I suddenly realize I have to piss, and badly! I interrupt him, apologizing, but he’s cool with it and shows me to the bathroom. I was worried he was going to watch or something, but he walked away. I shut the door, took care of business, and washed my hands.

I rejoined him in the living room, and he went back to kissing. I was a little more prepared for this, so I didn’t dodge quite as much as earlier, but I didn’t give him a clear target either. We were both groping and rubbing each other’s dick, and just as I was about to kneel down, he beat me to it.

He went to his knees and licked my shaft, then took me in his mouth. I was actually kind of getting into it, and was past “half-chub” stage, though not to full erection. It was good, but I was still too much in my own head. He kept it up for a few minutes, then I gently disengaged, pulled him up, and said “My turn now.”

His dick was nicely shaped, maybe 5” (if I’m being generous) with a proportionate girth. In other words, not big, but comfortable enough. I licked his shaft before sucking on the tip for a bit, then took him all the way in. I tried to do the things I know I like, and he was responding well. I sucked and licked and worked him with my mouth as he “oohed” and “aahed”, and I was really turned on by the idea of what I was doing for him.

He pulled out of his mouth and took his cock in hand, lifting it up in the universal sign of “suck my balls, please.” I complied, licking and gently sucking them as he played with his dick. A minute or so later he put his dick back in my mouth and moved himself to match my rhythm. I could tell he was getting close, and I was eagerly waiting for the finish.

He started grunting and soon he was coming in my mouth! And this time I could taste and feel it entirely; he definitely had a good, thick load. I opened my mouth a bit and stuck out my tongue, thinking he might want to see his cum hitting my tongue. Apparently he did! I continued sucking and swallowing, licking him clean, as he moaned and grunted loudly. (He lives in a house, not an apartment, so I wasn’t worried about the noise.)

When he was completely drained I stood up and faced him. He had that post-cum, euphoric look, and I felt powerful, and accomplished! My dick was still sticking out of my shorts, and he reached down to fondle me. I told him I would have to leave for work now, and he said he felt bad that I didn’t get to cum, and he definitely wanted another chance. I asked how old he was, and he asked me how old I thought he was. I told him I would think late 30s, maybe early 40s, and he laughed and said he's 56 (two years older than me.) Holy shit!

I left and continued on the way to work, and excitedly called the only person I knew I could tell about this: Simply Sexy! She’s such a good friend, and let me relive the events and go over everything. I’m sure I sounded like a kid after a day at an amusement park!

I got my work done, got home, and when the wife left for the day’s game I pulled up some Reddit porn (though I also had the day’s prior event to go on as well), pulled down my shorts, and had a nice, slow wank that ended with a huge orgasm.

I mentioned T earlier for a reason, and I’ll get to that on the next update.