I suppose a great many men think about being with another man, but the time and place never seem to be right. This is not to say I have never been offered the chance; I have. The most persistent has been my second cousin, who has suggested he would be delighted any time I changed my mind.
He has taken me to gay bars several times to have drinks. I have had my ass rubbed numerous times, and my cousin slipped his hand between my legs a couple of times. I let it pass and was surprised that I actually enjoyed it and got hard.
In my late twenties, just after my divorce, I had been abstaining from almost any attempt at a social life while spending long hours at the office. My company was just developing a dynamic that fully supported the hours and travel required. That was somewhat a contributing factor in the divorce, but that’s another story.
Our offices were in a refurbished old two-story home that had once been the residence of a well-to-do cotton trader. It was a large, elegantly designed building, which my architects managed to retain most of the original woodwork and wood floors. My office was in the original master bedroom, which featured a full bath and 15-foot ceilings.
As I sat at my desk one night around 7:30, the doorbell rang. We had an intercom system accessible from any desk and a switch that unlocked the front door. I connected to discover my cousin at the front door. After greeting him and buzzing him in, he made his way to my office.
“I tried your house, and when I found you weren’t there, I thought I would try the office,” he said.
“Come in and sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No thanks. I just dropped by on the off chance you might want to have dinner. You hungry?”
“I am. How about Thai? There is a new place not far from here.”
The decision made, we were off to eat. After a delicious meal and pleasant conversation, we decided to have a drink somewhere. As you can imagine, my cousin suggested a cozy gay bar not too far from where he lived. So, it was decided.
Rudy’s was a quiet, intimate place, which at first glance you would not suspect was a gay bar. It was frequented by an equal number of lesbians and middle-aged gay men. A diverse and well-dressed collection of patrons.
We had a bottle of wine at dinner, and for some reason, I had the bit between my teeth. Too much work, too much stress, thus a strong margarita on the rocks with a healthy pour of tequila was what called to me. My cousin decided to continue with wine and made no effort to keep pace with my drinking.
Several friends stopped by to say hello to my cousin, each seemingly impressed with my cousin’s choice of companion. I was oblivious to the attention and, quite frankly, becoming somewhat oblivious to most everything. I had left my car in the garage at the office, so I wasn’t driving. One of the five bedrooms upstairs that hadn’t been converted into an office was set aside for anyone working late. My thought was that my cousin could drop me off at the office, and I would spend the night there.
My cousin stood up, saying the time had come to go. Pressing against me, I could feel his cock against my arm…it was semi-hard. Instead of being repulsed, I felt a strange sense of sensuality. My mind mumbled to my subconscious that it felt pretty good. Instinctively, my other hand moved over and stroked his shaft, causing him to push his hips forward. Leaning forward, he whispered, “That feels so good. My place is about 5 minutes away. Why don’t we go there?”
Nodding somewhat uninhibitedly, we got up as I put my arm around his shoulder, making my way to his car. Once inside, he turned, facing me, smiled, and leaned forward as he pulled me into an open-mouth kiss. At first, I was a bit stunned, then responded with a growing sense of need. I had never kissed someone with the grizzle of an evening beard. Yet I continued to kiss him.
After breaking the kiss, he turned and started the car, and off we went, my head and libido spinning.
Pulling into the garage, we made our way to the living room of his townhouse. Falling onto the couch, we tangled together in a fury of gasping, groping, and kissing. First to go were our shirts, which prompted my cousin to start sucking my nipples as he groped my cock. The sheer sensuality of the situation had my heart knocking hard within my chest as I arched my chest against his sucking and nibbling of my nipples. I couldn’t recall a time when I had been so incredibly horny! Not that I was thinking about anything but the growing passion springing from my body.
I felt my pants being unbuckled and pulled down, exposing my throbbing cock. Then my cousin kissed down to my pubic hair as he ran his tongue through it, pulling with his teeth as he moved to my cock. His other hand ran up my thigh to my balls, causing me to gasp and quiver. Then, as his mouth found the head of my cock his teeth surrounded the ridge of my dick, and he sucked, his tongue finding the hole. I gripped his head as I hunched methodically into his face.
For a brief moment, I found myself cognizant of what was happening…I was naked with another man! It was one of those moments that all of us, or at least most of us, have found ourselves pondering and deciding, what the fuck, I have gone this far…
Somewhere in my mind, I decided everything except a cock instead of a pussy was about the same, so enjoy the experience. It was something I had watched on porn from time to time and even masturbated to a rather astounding climax. My cousin was a nice-looking, somewhat feminine-looking man who was certainly treating me to an unanticipated experience. Things started to change as I felt a finger circling my rosebud, pushing lightly. Little by little, the tip of his finger found its way into my ass. It was very tight and almost impossible to get any deeper.
Getting up, my cousin went to the bathroom, returning with a tube of lubricant. He looked at me, asking me if I would like to be fucked, and if so, my ass needed to be lubed. I had a few women finger fuck my ass and found it exciting, but getting fucked in the ass by a man…that would take some thought.
Without comment, I rolled over on my stomach, offering my ass for lubrication. My cousin got between my legs, spreading them out, then bent over, running his tongue between the cheeks of my ass, muttering that I should relax. His tongue was replaced by a single digit coated with cool lube. As it circled my asshole, he pushed, and his finger moved easily in a few inches. My fists balled the sheets as my hips rotated in pleasure and a bit of discomfort.
I found I was holding my breath, but as the finger was removed and more lube was applied, I exhaled and deeply inhaled as the digit found its way deeper into my bowels. It felt exquisite as the finger rotated inside me, my ass arched upwards, wanting more. The second finger was a struggle at first, but eventually filled me up. Slow finger fucking and prostate play were causing me to pour precum underneath me. The third finger made me wild with desire. I wanted to get fucked…fucked deep and hard.
Sensing my leaking passion, my cousin lifted my hips up with my knees under me, and my ass spread open as an invitation to fuck. He caressed my cheeks as he spread them. The spongy head of his cock pressed against my hole, then, almost with a pop, he was in me. I can’t say there was no pain, but it passed as he stayed in that position until I was accustomed to it, then he started to slowly move deeper. The word full comes to mind, but it is a consuming fullness, something you want to fill you…deeper, much deeper.
I could feel his balls resting up against me as he pulled slowly back, almost out, then plunged deep and hard into me. My breath blew out of me as his cock moved into my core, my walls clamped in response, enabling me to feel the thickness of his shaft. It was an experience that defies description. Each thrust stroked my prostate, my cock pouring precum, and my heart pounding in sheer pleasure.
My cousin grabbed my hips as he ratcheted into me faster and deeper. I could feel him starting to tremble as he pumped faster and faster. Then…he exploded, frozen deep inside me, as his dick poured a steady flow of sperm into my bowels. I could feel the contractions of his cock as it filled me.
Within moments, my penis unloaded what seemed to be an endless ejaculation. I started to see stars blinking before my eyes as I teetered on the edge of consciousness.
My cousin pulled out of me, lying down beside me, gasping as I rolled to my side with his seed leaking out of my ass.
It was a single time, but one that has lingered in my memory. It was meant to be done and only that special because it happened once. I don’t think that if I ever wanted to do it again, I would ever find someone like my cousin to be with.
And so, it was…
