I met Steve on the site. We chatted in the Bi married room for a while before I finally persuaded him to call over to mine. I remember our first meeting quite clearly: It was late, shortly before midnight after a hot summer's day. I'd been feeling horny all evening and wanted to throat a stiff knob when he asked for my address and told me he'd be about 20 minutes. Finally! He had a couple of pics on his profile of his erect knob: a shade under 7 inches it's a decent size, perfect for swallowing balls deep. The pics on his SH profile showed his foreskin stretched back behind a smooth purple helmet and a ramrod straight knob with a good girth. I was looking forward to his arrival, looking forward to getting my lips around his cock. In no time at all, there was a gentle rap on the front door. Eagerly, I invited him in. He's fairly tall, over six feet, with salt and pepper hair, a trim figure and a cock which I felt I knew already. He seemed a little nervous and I wondered if he'd ever done this sort of thing before. I dropped to my knees and slowly unbuckled his belt. As I did so, I pressed my mouth against the fabric of his trousers. He smelt good, the scent of a man, and my mouth found a sizeable lump. Gently, I clamped his swelling cock`between my teeth. I wanted to take my time, enjoy myself and make sure gave him a service to remember. I felt his hand cup my head, pressing me onto his hardening meat. His breathing had slowed, he was relaxing and starting to enjoy himself. After all, that's why he was here. Without words, I slid his trousers down to his ankles. His knob tent poled his boxer shorts and I ran my hands up his legs, caressing his thighs and just brushing his bollocks but no further. He didn't know it, but he was going to get a hands-free blowjob. I pride myself on being a good cocksucker and enjoy bringing a man to climax with my mouth alone. Eagerly, he pulled his knob through the fly of his boxers. My eyes lit up as his swollen meat begged to be swallowed. I ran my tongue over the tip of his knob and around his purple bell-end. Excited by the caress, his cock twitched and throbbed but he was going to have to wait. Pressing my tongue firmly against his shaft, I ran it up and down, drawing sweet pre-cum from him. I toyed with it, tasting his juices and stretching his precum like a string of pearls on the tip of my tongue as I pulled slowly away from him. His hips bucked forwards, he wanted my mouth. My lips closed around his bell end and my tongue circled it. I took him deeper with each stroke, making sure that as my lips worked their way back up his shaft I applied more pressure. He slowly rocked his hips, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, eager to sink balls deep. Like a lot of straight men I've blown, I imagined that the head he got from his girlfriend or wife wasn't particularly good so he was determined to make the most of it. I wanted his cum and so I picked up my pace, swallowing him greedily while he slowly face fucked me. Again, I felt his hand cup the back of my head and I could hear from his breathing that he wanted to unload. I pulled away just long enough to say: "Cum in my mouth!" and then took his throbbing meat into my mouth once more. I felt his cock start to twitch and knew he was ready to blow. His legs trembled as he began to shudder in ecstasy. I swallowed him to the spuds and felt his hot cum spray the back of my throat, enjoying it just as much as he was. Steve became a regular for a few years after that meeting, often visiting at least once a week. Our meets progressed to mutual wanking, sucking and he fucked me a fair few times, too. I've not seen him in a while but as I always used to write when he messaged me on SH asking: "Fancy a suck?", the reply is:"The door's open, just come in!"