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Author’s Note: This story “Giving Carl Oral” was posted but removed for editing, I now have corrected the grammar and spelling. I would like to thank Lisa my editor for proofing this story. Lisa’s editorial comments helped me to find the weak spots in the story line helping me to make the necessary. I have made some final changes to the story without Lisa’s review so if there are still grammar and spelling issue I take the full responsibility. CindyUSA At the age of forty-three, I had my first bi transgression, letting a man suck my dick. The first meeting resulted in a pleasurable experience for both of us. I found that receiving oral from a male or female has to be one of the most enjoyable interpersonal activities two people can share. I started by being a one-way bisexual, just letting men suck my dick, but not sucking them in return. After three years receiving oral from men, I developed a curiosity about giving fellatio. I was hesitant about meeting a man to give him fellatio but found the courage. Having a man’s dick in my mouth was thrilling but the feeling of him climaxing in my mouth addicting. Once this happened, I became addicted to giving oral pleasure to men. I looked forward to sucking dick and receiving their ejaculatory fluid. I have given many men fellatio, a few called me a passionate cocksucker. To meet my bi needs, I needed to find strangers who wanted to feel a hot mouth surround their stiff dick and take their loads. I decided to post to an on-line message board. It has a personal section where you can post your request for erotic encounters. Carl was one of the first men to respond to my post. He replied by sending an email with a brief statement of why he wanted to get together. isveçbahis We exchanged emails to find out if we had the same interests. Living in a small-town, I did not want Carl to be someone I knew, a friend, family or coworker. It would have been unlucky to meet someone like that. The on-line message board exchange of emails allowed me to find out if Carl might be a friend, family or coworker. It would be a surprise to meet a stranger and find out I knew him. After a few email exchanges, I was sure I did not know Carl; we both agreed that we shared a common interest. He wanted to receive oral; I wanted to perform oral. We agreed to meet at Denny’s for a public meeting, which allowed us to get to check out each other physical looks, and decide if we wanted to take the next step. I told Carl I would be sitting in the back of the restaurant wearing a yellow golf shirt. Carl said he would be wearing a white, button-down Oxford shirt with the logo of where he worked. I met Carl at the time agreed; we shook hands and I introduced myself as Roger. At first, I was nervous meeting Carl. What would you say to a stranger that you met on-line and agreed to suck his dick? Not knowing what to say, I let him lead the conversation. After we had ordered coffee, Carl started to talk. His soft-spoken voice put me at ease. Our conservation began with talking about sports, movies and people in general. We sat and sipped our coffee. He did not appear in a hurry to talk about meeting for oral sex. Carl said he worked as a masseur at a local health spa. I noted that his hands were large and he had strong forearms. He said was thirty-eight, but I was thinking, “He looks in his twenties.” Carl talked about his career, isveçbahis giriş telling funny stories about giving massages. Some of Carl’s clients expected their manipulation to finish by Carl applying oil to their dicks, stroking them off to completion. Carl had a job to give hand jobs to male clients, known as a ‘happy ending’. Carl told me, “With so many naked bodies all-day long, touching, jerking, and having men shooting off in my hands, I come home horny. All I want to do is relax, lie back and have someone to suck my dick.” He continued, “I have a girlfriend, but we do not spend much time together. She knows that I am bi and does not care if I meet another man.” I responded, “I can understand about coming home and wanting to relax. I like to relax by giving head, and you do not need to do anything in return.” Carl finished his coffee and said, “My place is not too far from here, if you would like, you can follow me to my apartment.” After a few minutes, we entered Carl’s apartment. The living room was large with a leather five-sectional couch, potted plants by the sliding glass door leading to the porch. The sectional separated the living room from the dining room. The kitchen lay beyond a long marble counter top. For someone who lived alone, the apartment looked as if a professional had decorated it. Paintings were on the walls, and the rooms appeared clean and tidy. Walking past the sectional, Carl suggested, “Roger, let’s go to the bedroom.” In the bedroom, I noticed a portable folding massage table, a queen-sized bed, and a chest of drawers. Carl asked, “Would you like a massage?” “Sure,” I said, “I never had a massage before. I am certain you do excellent massages. You might isveçbahis yeni giriş be so good I would want massages all the time.” I stripped down to my boxers and asked Carl, “Where do you want me?” Carl nodded toward the massage table saying, “On the table and remove your boxers.” I felt a little nervous exposing myself first but did as directed. Carl’s hands were like magic, strong and powerful, moving over my body, touching all the stress points. After fifteen minutes, I felt relaxed. I did not notice that while Carl gave me a massage, he was undressing. I opened my eyes looking straight at his dick. Carl said, “Roger, let’s go over to the bed where we can stretch out and be more comfortable.” Carl was leading; I wanted to follow. We reclined on the bed, Carl lying on his back; I was on my side facing him. Carl was appealing, tall and slender, with olive skin and curly brown hair. Like many professional men, he had a strong sense of style, in his home, in his dress. Carl’s brown hair, groomed short on the sides and longer on top than in the back, gave him a clean look. He wore no glasses, allowing one to notice his Paul Newman like blue eyes. I did not see any notable features on him such as large ears or nose, but his face looked familiar, like that of a former schoolteacher or a distant relative. Carl was naked allowing me to observe his entire body. I could see that he must have worked out and that he took care of his body. His body looked in top shape as his job keeps him in excellent condition. Carl had an all-over tan with a hairy chest and legs. Contrasting Carl’s body to mine, I was smooth and white from the neck down. When I talked with Carl, I felt comfortable right from the beginning. He listened to what I was said and responded with intelligent conversation. Carl and I were lying naked side by side. Since Denny’s I wondered about his dick. Since accepting my bisexuality, I have been fascinated other men’s dicks.

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