I had already been separated from my last wife for several years. I lived in a small house, within the city but in a fairly discreet area. I used to go out a lot, almost every weekend, and most of the time I would come home with a stranger. I almost always met up with a friend and her boyfriend to go out for drinks, but I'm the kind of person who can't go home until the sun comes up. Around three in the morning, they decided to leave, which I refused, but I couldn't make them change their minds. So I told them to go on without me because I had an amazing blonde in my sights and I wasn't going to let the chance slip away.
Spoiler: In the end, the blonde ignored me.
The thing is, I ended up alone in the place.
With my empty glass, I head to the bar to order another drink. (As a side note: I have the ability to drink many drinks without losing control.)
Well. The bar was crowded with people ordering, and the waitresses couldn’t keep up, so I pushed my way a bit into a corner of the bar and just then I bump into a guy who was there with his drink. I apologize, and upon noticing our accents, we realize that we are from the same country. He offers me a drink, and despite the music and noise, we were able to chat. Meanwhile, I kept looking at every woman who passed by where we were and making gestures so she would notice me. After repeating the same routine for the third time, I think, Cristian said, 'It's just that I’m into men.' Followed by, 'I understand if that doesn’t sit well with you and you want to leave.' To which I immediately replied that why would it bother me, everyone is free. We went out to change venues, and on the way to the other one he told me again, not to take it the wrong way, but that he had been noticing me all night. With a somewhat subdued laugh, I replied that it didn’t bother me, that we all like to be liked, but that no, I’m into women. Honestly, inside I wanted something else, I had never been with a man, although I had once been with a trans.
In the next place we entered, one of those quite dark and where there were not many people, but it was one of the few that remained open, we ordered a drink, and then another one without stopping talking. As expected, we had to go to the bathroom and so did the wine. a moment that I take advantage of to insinuate himself again, which caused me to laugh and I stared at him. He without wasting a second put his hand on my cock and I didn't stop him, he took it out of my pants and wiggled it a little.They knocked on the door, I hurriedly pulled up my pants, we left the bathroom and returned to the bar. I made a gesture to the waitress to order more drinks, but he put my hand down.
How about we leave? I'm asking, followed by 'let's go to a motel.'
To which I replied that it wasn’t necessary, we could go to my house. And that’s what we did. It was just dawn, so before calling a taxi we went into a 24-hour store to buy a bottle of rum and some Cokes.
Looking back, it makes me laugh a little, because I remember that I kept trying to hide the fact that I was going home with another man, as if anyone cared or even thought about what we were planning. They were just two guys buying alcohol.
We called a taxi, and since he didn't live very far, the trip barely took about fifteen minutes. When I got home, almost automatically, I went straight to preparing the drinks, nerves and all, of course. While we took a few sips and talked, or rather he talked, to get into the mood, he suggested that we take a shower, to which I agreed without hesitation.
And there we were, two guys naked in a small space, I turned on the water so that it came out quite hot, we got wet and he soaped his body, then he did the same with mine. At that point my tension began to decrease, I guess a little because while I gently rubbed my body with my soapy hands. First on the chest and it went down, then my cock that was starting to get hard, then on the back until it reached the buttocks, rubbing them delicately, putting his hand between them and caressing my anus. He turned me around facing him and leaned over to kiss me, instinctively as soon as his lips touched mine I pushed him away. And for some reason that put me on the edge again. We got out of the shower, heading to the room and therefore to the bed, I lay on my back. He got down on his knees between my legs, grabbed my cock with one hand and started running his tongue, putting it in his mouth,sucking it eagerly. And here comes the disastrous part of the story, after a few minutes she realized that it was not hard for me. Let's call it nervousness or let's call it fear, insecurity or even shame. But that didn't stop him. (I emphasize) He had experience. Abruptly he lifted my legs, put his face in and gently ran his tongue through my anus, which made me let out a shy moan, when he saw that I was beginning to enjoy myself he asked me to turn around putting my steep ass up and licking it even more intensely, then he put a finger in me, moving it slowly, he took it out, he spat and put it back in. Like that, for a long time. Time that I enjoyed a lot.
He stood in front of me and took me behind the head and directed me to his cock to suck it. I have to say that he didn't have an erection as he should be either, I gave him a couple of licks and tried to put it in my mouth, but I couldn't and I moved away. He suggested that we leave it, that it was not the time, that we were very drunk and in order not to enjoy it well it is better not to do anything, with which I agreed. We lay side by side, for a while without saying anything, until he broke the silence.
"I am going to leave," he said.
I accompanied him to the living room, which was where all the clothes had been left, and while we were getting dressed he said, 'Don't worry, it's okay, it's not unusual for the first time not to go as well as you expected.' He suggested that we exchange phone numbers and that if at some point I felt like meeting again, I could call him.
