I've been married for over 20 years and always been faithful until about two years ago. I found that sex was always the same and my wife showed no interest in in any of my attempts to perk things up- maybe my approach was simply wrong but all the same she seems happy enough just wanting exactly the same a couple of times a week, and we alternate only betwen two positions, missionaary or her on top.

Lazt sex, we enjoy the intimacy, it feels nice, it reinforces our love, but ultimately it is erotically unsatisfying for me. I was, and am still bored, feeling there is more pleasure to be got. I go to a gym and found myself looking at the naked guys in the shower, running my eyes over their muscular pecs, their muscled thighs, their tight arses and of course watching them soap and flaccid lengths and seeing how their lengths get that little bit fuller and larger as they lather up the shower gel on their length and balls. I never actually saw anyone get a full hard on and in frustration I decided that's what I wanted so I registered on a gay web site and in time got to meet a couple of guys who were happy to take me back to their place.

My first experiences as a teenager was with classmates at my single sex school, starting first with a grope behind the bike sheds feeling each other until we got hard. Initilly the encounters were limited to a feel over the trousers but over time the zips got undone and three or four of would be standing there with our fully exposed lengths feeling each other and pulling each other, almost invariably accompanied by a cigarette in the other hand or passing it around, smoking and pulling at the same time. Strangely, I don't remember anyone actually cumming, we just pulled to the point of climax, then put it away, zipped up and walked off. Most of the time I came in my pants as soon as I got my length back under cover. Is that repressed or what? In those days I, and I presume my pull mates, had never even heard of oral sex.

So I guess my later desire to have some experience with a guy was harking back to my schooldays, but of course some 30 years or so later I had a beter idea of what to do. The first guy who took me back to his place, we sat on the sofa and just talked, the usual pleasantries and chat about interests, and then after about 10 minutes he started to talk suggestively, saying how he would like to feel my length, wrap his hand around my balls, and kiss my nipples. Soon he was saying it would be nice if I took my length out, or would I like him to do it for me? So I let him undo my flies and he massaged my length and balls and then pulled my pants down and took my hard length in his mouth.

That was the first time I got sucked by a guy, and although I had been sucked before by girlfriends this was so different because he seemed to take so much pleasure in doing it. He took his time, just toying down to my balls, then running his tongue along the shaft of my length until it reached my slit and then he was trying to open up and push the tip of his tongue into my slit before he took my whole length head in his mouth. Then he slid his moist lips further down my length, and then back up, very slowly, travelling further down and returning back up so my length was almost completely out of his mouth on the returm, but then another moist slow slide down, each slide longer so that eventually my length was down his throat and my balls were nearly in his mouth.

That was unbelievably exquisite, and several times I had to tell him to stop, because my length was throbbing and bursting to cum.

But he had other ideas.

He stopped working on my length, stood up and started kissing me on my mouth- the first time I had ever been kissed by another guy.

I found myself responding because I was so hot, horny and grateful for the pleasure he had given me and soon we hot tonguing each other and wrapped in a close embrace. Soon he had got his hands under my tee shirt and we got the teeshirt off and he slipped his off and somehow i managed to get out of my underpants and jeans that were around my knees when he was sucking me, so that now we were both completly naked.

We stood opposite each other and started kissing again, but it wasn't long before he was on his knees in front of me, taking my length in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips and I was massaging his head, and then he moved his hands around my back and began to fondle my arse.

It wasn't long before he began to explore the crack of my arse, sometimes during this he stood up and we tongue kissed each, then ho would go down to work his mouth magic on my length, but all the time his fingers were nearing my delicate location and brushing my warmth with the lightest of touches. Finally he stood, we kissed and then in a whisper in my ear he asked if I had ever had my arse toyed. I hadn't so he suggested we lay down- he lay down first and told me to squat on top of him, with my back to him, and to stick my arse in his face. Then it began, lovely warm moist sensations along the crack of my arse, moving ever closer to my warmth, and the closer he got the stronger the sensations became. Thankfully this transfer of sensation from my length and balls to my arse meant I was no longer dying to cum, and in fact I lost a lot of my hardness, but the warm moist sensation of his tongue around my warmth was different but just as intensely pleasurable.

Soon he was pulling my cheeks apart with his hands and his tongue was pushing into my warmth in and out, pleasure in waves with each movement. He must have got my delicate location nicely moist and then substituted a finger for his tongue and I enjoyed feeling his finger in my arse and with each movement I found I could adjust my position and angle of my arse so I got the greatest sensation, sometimes with intense pleasure sometimes just slightly tinged with pain.

Eventually he told me to turn around, so that I was still kneeling on top of his naked body, facing him, and to move further up his chest so that I could put my nearly limp length in his mouth. It didn't take much to get me hard again, and soon I was in charge, thrusting my hard length back and forth into his hot mouth. Several times I slowed down and stopped because I was abbout to come, and then he told me not to stop because he wanted me to cum in his mouth. On the last thrust I filled his mouth with bursts of hot creamy cum and as I was about to withdraw he grasped my arse from behind and pushed so that my length stayed in his mouth and he kept moving and sucking so he squuezed out every last drop of cum. That then, was my first real naked experience with a gay guy, and it certainly beat a grope behind the bike sheds.

Since then, from time to time, I seek to experience some length fun with guy. This is a true story and I have a few more real experiences to tell you, as well as a few unrealised fantasies, next time.