Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2019 19:54:12 -0500 From: J In ML Subject: Gay > Beginnings > Seeing Paul Seeing Paul By the time I was 45, I could no longer ignore the feelings that were building in me. My name is Jeff. My family calls me Jake. I was married, had 2 children, but I needed the touch of a man that I had pushed aside all my life. So, I put a profile on Manhunt. And before long, I had met Paul. From his profile, I could tell that he was rugged and masculine. I reached out and he agreed to host me. When I arrived, he was outside, taking down Christmas decorations. But it wasn't long before we were inside, in bed, kissing. His kisses felt so good. He made me feel excited and alive and sexy. Once we were naked, I felt his cock. The size was surprising. He was so thick and big! I knew from his profile that he was a top, but I couldn't imagine that anyone could possibly take his cock in their ass! I did my best to suck him. Being so inexperienced, I probably wasn't that great, but it turned me on! My cock was hard, and before long, he was sucking me. It was like nothing I had ever felt. And he did something with his tongue that just about pushed me over edge. His technique was incredible!! Before long, he had flipped me over and was eating my ass. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt! I remember him slapping my ass. It stung. But I wanted more! Before long, I was cumming, shooting my load on my stomach. He jerked off and came along side me. He groaned loudly as he shot his load! It was incredible, and I was hooked. I knew I wanted to see him again. Over the next year, I went to see Paul many times. Not as much as I wanted to, but a good bit. Each time, he made me feel incredible. In the beginning, he would show me something new each time. He fingered my hole. Another time, he pushed a vibrating egg into me. It was amazing! I didn't even really know that I wanted to bottom, but as we kissed, and our arms and legs entwined, I often felt his hard, throbbing cock in between my legs. I remember thinking, `oh fuck, please put it in me!' Though it didn't happen that day, I knew I wanted to get fucked. And I knew I wanted Paul to fuck me! I continued to see Paul. The passion and the kisses were my favorite part! But, each time I was with him, I wanted him to fuck me more and more. I was just so worried about his size! Eventually, though, it happened. On my stomach, with my ass in the air, Paul had eaten my ass and fingered me, stretched me open, and then he pushed his cock into me! It burned! But I knew I wanted it. It wasn't long before he was slowly pulling back and pushing into me again. He was incredible!! I couldn't believe I was taking his cock! We changed position, him on his back, and me straddling him facing the foot of the bed. I rose up and down on his hard dick. I couldn't believe how good it felt. We changed positions again, with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and he fucked me a bit longer. As usual, we both came. Me first, and then him, as loud as ever!! When I left him that day, I was so proud! I couldn't contain my happiness and shared what had happened with a close friend! Over the next couple of years, I continued to see Paul. Sometimes he fucked me and sometimes I still couldn't take him. But I always wanted him! Every single time! Recently, we've moved apart and don't see each other anymore. Though we do still text from time to time. And still today, I often think of Paul. And I think to myself, `oh fuck, please put it in me!' I know we will see each other again someday. And I can't wait to feel him stretching my hole open for his thick, hard cock again!