A gay story: Rediscovering Hidden Passion Pt. 01
I was bored and horny last week and logged onto a favourite online dating site. The ratio of men to women is about 90:10, and I had little hope of finding an interesting woman. While browsing, a guy named Morgan checked out my profile. He was gay through and through and a lot older than me, but he was in good shape and cute.
I had not been with a man in decades, but Morgan’s profile and that face awakened something in me that I had forgotten about in an age. My cock actually hardened as I read his story. Being a cheapskate, non-paying member, I could not contact him and soon logged off without too much thought.
Later that day, I received an email notification that Morgan had sent me a message through the in-app chat function.
“Hi hunk – nice profile and pix – hope the pleasure is flowing your way – cheers!”
I saw that he was online, and we quickly struck up a friendly conversation. It was the end of the day, and I walked from the train station to my local pub. I actually grew extremely hard as we exchanged messages.
Morgan told me that he started life as a bottom but had several liaisons with married men who begged to be fucked anally. He grew to enjoy the dominance but still liked switching. I replied that I was a top back in the day and admitted that I was rusty when it came to man-on-man action.
“Would you be willing to take anal?” Morgan asked.
“I’m open-minded,” I said while walking with an obvious hard-on, “Last time I did it, I got no sexual gratification from it.”
This was true although I did enjoy the sensation of receiving a man’s seed deep inside me. After that, the few male partners I hooked up with were bottoms, and I grew to enjoy that aspect of gay sex. As we chatted, I began envisioning scenarios with Morgan when I saw myself getting back into the gay lifestyle. He was so passionate and relatable.
I sat at the pub and downed a couple of beers. My inhibitions soon loosened, and I accepted an invitation to meet Morgan, ostensibly for a drink. However, I knew our meeting would heat up quickly, and I would accept his offer to go to his apartment.
An hour later, I sat nervously in a swanky city bar that was thankfully dimly lit and regretted my foolhardiness. Morgan was late but I recognised him instantly he stepped across the threshold. We shook hands as manly men, and he ordered a bottle of wine to share.
“You look just like your profile photos,” Morgan grinned after taking a measured swallow from his glass.
“Thank you,” I beamed from the compliment, “I return the compliment.”
Morgan had rugged good looks and was ageing gracefully, given that he was 18 years my senior. His body was slender and in shape. While a little taller than me, we stood shoulder to shoulder. His eyes were a piercing green, and his hair was full and sandy in colour.
As the wine took effect, the acting straight in Morgan soon gave way, and he began addressing me with pet names, his go-to being ‘hunk’. I was flattered and amused in equal measure. The conversation quickly got onto the subject of sex (naturally), and we compared lovers. My list was very short compared to Morgan’s, who had a lifetime of gay experiences.
“Do you have any hard boundaries?” He asked, words slurring a little now.
“Still a bit nervous about anal?” I said before adding, “Can’t think of anything else.”
“Well, if anal happens, it happens,” Morgan smiled, “If you let me, then I’ll let you.”
“Sounds good to me,” I beamed, gaining confidence in Morgan’s gentle nature.
We talked more about sexual experiences, and suddenly, I felt Morgan’s foot between my legs. Under the table, his shoe was pressing against my tumescence.
“I feel you throbbing,” He chuckled.
“Yeah,” I blushed and looked around to ensure that no one noticed our game of footsie, “I’m turned on for sure.”
“Can I invite you back to my place for a night of passionate love-making?”
Oddly, the invite was frightening and intriguing in equal measure. I was suddenly frozen at the prospect of engaging in gay sex, something that happened aeons ago. I felt bashful, insecure and scared. Alternatively, there was a thrill at the thought of getting naked with this man, and getting the release that I so desperately craved. My unconscious self agreed to Morgan’s offer without hesitation.
“Great,” He beamed, “Let’s finish up here and walk to my place.”
I could hardly concentrate on my wine as Morgan’s foot continued to massage my crotch. I was becoming aroused to fever pitch and just wanted to release my cock. A crackle of sweat broke across my body, and my hands trembled, gripping the wine glass. My mind had not reconciled to the fact I was shortly going to make love with another man. Yet, I could not refuse such an erotic offer.
“I just need to visit the bathroom before we go,” Morgan said softly, “You should join me.”
Befuddled by wine and adrenaline, I nodded mutely and followed him to the downstairs toilet. Morgan stood by the urinal and unzipped his trousers. His cock was semi-hard, similar sized to mine but straight was a ramrod. He threw his head back, attempting to piss but struggling to reorder his internal plumbing.
I was mesmerised by the closeness of a male appendage and felt a desire to reach out to take hold of such magnificent flesh. Morgan sensed my desire and encouraged me. We both seemed oblivious to our surroundings and the risk we took.
Neither of us seemed to care.
“Go ahead and grab it,” Morgan encouraged.
Trembling, I outstretched my hand and wrapped my spindly fingers around his modest girth. His cock throbbed in my grip and Morgan threw his head back in pleasure. I gently stroked the flesh and felt his cock throb. The sensation was unbelievable, yet I could not stop.
Without warning, I felt Morgan push against his abdomen and suddenly a long stream of piss erupted from his cock clit that splattered against the cold metal before streaming in rivulets into the grate below.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Morgan groaned with delight, “Been looking for someone into the yellow arts.”
“This is my first time,” I stammered, mesmerised by the yellow fluid pouring from this mature man’s strong penis.
“You’re not repulsed?”
“Not in the slightest,” I smiled, barely able to turn my face to his.
When his stream slackened to a few drops, I remember feeling disappointed but then animal lust overtook me and I immediately directed his flaccid cock to my drooling mouth. By this point, nothing but animal instinct was driving me.
Within seconds, I felt Morgan’s cock grow inside my throat. The taste of piss was unpleasant at first, but I quickly became enamoured by it, which turned me on even more. The memories of oral pleasure flooded my consciousness and I sucked Morgan hard. His meat growing my second, his groans assaulting my senses.
Morgan repositioned me away from the smelly urinal and forced me to my knees. He placed his hands on the back of my head and thrust his cock back down my saliva-drooling throat. Then, there was a different flavour, one I remembered from long ago. Pre-cum. Morgan’s cock oozed it and it slid down my tongue.
At that moment I was energised and focussed all my attention of bringing off this sexy fox of a man. Morgan was a vocal character and I stressed about being caught but I was in the moment and knew he was close.
Suddenly, Morgan withdrew from the warm confines of my mouth, took a step back while gripping my hair tightly and painfully while unleashing rope after rope of volcanically heated sperm across my face and into my deprived mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” He repeated over again as my face was plastered with stick goo.
I had to admit that the sensation of being face fucked to climax was a new and exciting experience for me. Morgan’s semen was salty but not offensive and I swallowed what made it into my mouth but I imagined my face was a pretty sight.
Then, we heard voices approaching. Morgan hauled me up and literally threw me into a cubicle and told me to clean up. He zipped up his pants and before I closed the stall door saw him zip up his pants and approach the basin.
As the water splashed into the bowl, the bathroom door squeaked open and two guys walked in and approached the urinal. As I wiped my face, I heard the sounds of piss spashing against the grate and grew ultra hard. Morgan had exited and I waited for other guys to leave before leaving the safety of the cubicle.
After ensuring I was in a suitable state, I joined Morgan outside the bar and he led the way. My cock had not lost any of its hardness and I was conscious of the bulge as we walked.
“That was an amazing blowjob, Jason!” Morgan chuckled.
“Yeah,” I agreed nervously, “I really enjoyed it.”
“You didn’t mind the piss?”
“No, I loved that part,” I admitted, “Never seen it before.”
“Good, because I love piss play.”
“I’d be happy to explore that fetish more,” I said.
“Sounds good to me,” Morgan smiled, “But first, I need to return the favour.”
Without much roughness, I was bustled into a seedy alley and propped up against a wall. With practised ease, Morgan had unbuttoned my trousers and freed my long-suffering prick.
“Oh, I see we are of similar size,” He said, gripping my cock tightly and confidently, “That’ll make anal all the more pleasurable.”
“Don’t tease me,” I begged, pinning for a release.
Morgan knew his business well and swallowed me whole. Without using his hand, Morgan’s lips and spacious throat brought to a smashing orgasm in no time, swallowing every last drop and leaving me feeling physically weak and sleepy.
“You still want to come back to mine?” Morgan asked as I pulled up my pants.
“Uh, huh,” I said meekly.
“Good, because there’s much more pleasure to be had.”
Inwardly, I was exhilarated because this man knew the art of pleasure, but I knew I needed to step up my game to keep pace with this mature fox. The remaining journey was ablur, but by the time I stepped across his threshold, I knew I was ready for rounds two and three.