It had been a while since I last had sex with another man, time, opportunity (and I suspect age) have all conspired to keep me away.

But chatting on here not long ago one guy was particularly shy - I could sort of tell from his messages that he was keen and had always wanted to try with a man but hadn't quite got round to doing anything about it.

Anyway, to cut out the long and boring bit, after assuring him that nothing would happen unless he was comfortable with it, we met up.

I had driven over to his place which took a while to find, and then a bit longer to find the back entrance (ooh er missus) that he insisted I use, and after what seemed like a mission, I was sitting next to him on his sofa - boy was he nervous.

But we chatted for a while until he started to relax. He asked me about what experience I had so I suggested we sit at the computer he had on a desk; I logged onto here and showed him some of my stories, reading some of the fruitier bits out loud.

By this time, he was standing next to me as I sat at his computer. I should have mentioned that he was wearing tracksuit pants and I began to realise that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, because when I turned while reading some of the more 'interesting' lines, I could see a growing bulge, actually more like a tentpole being pushed outwards.

He had barely said up until now, apart from asking if I had sugar in my tea but now, when I said it looked as though he was enjoying the stories, he said "Yeah". The shyness barrier was beginning to crumble, so I took a gamble and reached up to start massaging hi through the pants. "Is this OK?" He nodded.

I started gripping a little tighter and after a few moments I was wanking him through the material of his bottoms. I heard his breathing getting a bit deeper. 

Giving it a bit longer, I kept stroking his member and then, moving my hands up to hook two fingers over his waist band - I asked, "May I?"

He nodded so I eased his pants down to just above his knees and was rewarded with the sight of his member spring out at me, already slightly moist at the tip. "You shouldn't be keeping that hidden away" I said. He smiled.

I was now able to stroke the impressively hard cock directly. It was a perfect size, quite long and slender, just the way I like them. Gripping his shaft with my fist, I eased slowly backwards to gently reveal a smooth and glistening head, now oozing a pleasing amount of precum.

I stroked a little longer, and he reached out to the back of the chair I was sitting on and to support himself on the edge of the desk. My question, "How does that feel?" brought out the first full sentence "That feels fucking amazing". 

"Good" I replied and started to stroke a little harder.

By this time, I was really quite hard myself, so I took a break to ease the pressure in my own trousers and undid the belt and buttons and got them down to my ankles. He stared, and reached for my penis, stroking tentatively. "That's nice too" I told him.

His straining member was right in front of me but a little beyond reach as he was still bending down to stroke me - it was inches from my own and I eased my hips up so that our cocks would touch - not a hugely comfortable position to hold but it had a profound effect on him!

"Stand up again" I instructed and he did, and without saying anything else, I just leant forward and took his cock into my mouth. Clean and smooth, I instantly felt it harden even more as I stroked it extensively with my tongue. He didn't actually say anything, but he muttered the odd gasp, and half-finished syllable as though he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. Either side of me, he held onto the chair back and desk beside me for support. I put my hands round to his buttocks and gently pulled him deeper. simulating him fucking my mouth, after a few stroked he got the idea and started taking over, freeing my hands to start working on myself. I varied the suction I was applying and timed flicks of my tongue with his movements.

And those movements because faster!

I can't have been at it for more than a minute before I heard a grunt and he was filling my mouth with his come. I swallowed, and with each spurt I sucked harder, as if on a straw. H certainly needed it - it seemed to go on for ages but gradually the spasms waned, and he was still, and shrinking between my lips.

I pulled back, looked up and asked if he's enjoyed it. "I've never come that fast with a woman".

"You probably did back in your first sexual encounters, it just seemed longer at the time"
"Maybe"

Somehow by now, with his completion, my own urge faded as well, I could tell there was no way he was going to go further. "That was nice" I said, as I leaned over to help him pull his trackie pants up again. Then I stood to put my own clothes back in order.

"Thanks" he said, "I wasn't expecting that, but it was good"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, now, you'll be a little less nervous next time you meet a guy, and I'd be happy to come back and maybe we could go a little further next time, if you're comfortable with it."
"That would be good"

Now that we had turned a kind of fantasy into a partial reality, I think he was needing to process his own thoughts and feelings - We've all been there once, the contrast between what we liked and what we felt we weren't supposed to like. For many guys of a certain age there's still a sense of taboo when it comes to gay sex. 

After a few moments of small talk, I said I should go and he was keen to get me out of the door.

"Message if you'd like to meet again". There was a kind of nod and a grunt that could have been "OK" but by now a hint of shame had kicked in and he was avoiding eye contact so I just reached out to touch his arm, forcing him to look me in the eye and said, "Take it all at your own pace"

"Yeah OK"

I said goodbye and left. And I admit I had to take care of my own needs when I got home.

He really did have a perfect cock and I do hope I might get close to it again, but even more, I hope he finds peace with himself. His discomfort had been palpable, but so were his desires and I hope I helped him a little.