My Gay Sex with my Friend, Dale

Without thinking, I opened the bathroom door and ran across the hallway, as I usually do, to get to the closet without being seen through my sliding glass door in the livingroom where my drapes were pulled open. I forgot about Dale sitting in the livingroom. He shouted, "James! What are you doing?!! You're naked!" I became—not really embarrassed—but a little self-conscious and said, "Oh Dale! I'm sorry, I'm so used to being alone when I take a shower, I forgot you were here!" and all the time I was saying that, I was standing facing him, not thinking of whether he could see my entire naked body, or if anyone else could see in from outside.

Dale laughed and said, "Oh, it's OK! Just go and take your shower!" Again, I went inside the bathroom, and again, I closed the door, but did not lock it.

After I had started the water and got it to the temperature that I like, Dale suddenly appeared. He was naked too, and he had a washcloth in his hand. He said, "When I saw you naked, just standing there, it reminded me of before, and I couldn't resist taking off my clothes too and joining you—especially since I didn't hear you lock your door!"

Then he asked, "Would you like me to wash your back?" I thought, well, he's already here, and he IS already naked, so why not? so I said that it was OK. He came into the shower and soaped up the washcloth really good and began to wash my back, as he promised he would.

He rubbed my back gently, softly, slowly, and SENSUALLY. It felt good—REALLY GOOD! It felt so good, my cock got big and hard. He smiled and said, "Oh, are you thinking of doing it together again after all?" I said, "No. It's just hard because you are doing that so good, it feels good". And he said, "Yeah. Sure thing" and he laughed a little. I looked at his cock and saw that it was hard too, but I didn't say anything. I DID notice that it was MUCH bigger now than the last time I had seen him. Then he came in front of me and did my chest in the same sensual manner.

He did not do my cock and instead did my legs, the right one first, and then the left one, and did them from my feet all the way up to my thigh. Then he hung up the washcloth and with his hands, he did my butt crack.

While he was washing me, with his soft and gentle touch, it was titillating me and I was getting turned on. Then seeing his big, hard, throbbing cock in front of me made me even more turned on, I guess because I knew he was turned on, so that made me get even more turned on. By now, I was ready for whatever Dale had in mind for me.

He picked up the washcloth again, began to soap it up really good again, and said, "I'll bet you thought I forgot something". Then he looked at me with his devilish smile again.

Before I could answer, he was doing my big, hard, throbbing cock. Then he did it ever so softly and gently, slowly, and sensually. Then he hung up the washcloth and washed my throbbing, hard cock with his hands--and oooh! that felt GOOD.

Soon, he stopped with the washing and stood up. The next thing I knew, he was holding me tight, our stomachs pressed together hard, our hard cocks against each other, and he kissed me, holding the back of my head and pushing it towards him to make our lips tighter, and to make it so I wouldn't back away. By now, I wouldn't have backed away, though, because I was so turned on.

Then, while we were kissing, he began to stroke my cock back and forth, going the full length and taking special care to pull his hands all the way from my balls to the head, before going back to my balls again. He started doing it in slow motion, and then got faster and faster.

When he heard me moan in delight, he quit stroking me, got on his knees again, and began to suck me off. Ooooh it felt great! It had been at least 6 years since I had had sex from my ex-wife—or from anyone else for that matter—so this felt so great, it was hard to resist.

Dale had cleverly broken down all my resistance so I could not hold back anymore. He began by taking special care to pay attention to the head, flitting his toungue for awhile on the head and the underside of it where the crack is. Then he sucked me off until I came and he even remembered that I like for it to be prolonged until I couldn't stand it anymore...

This time, when I told him I was about to come, he held me closer and sucked me harder and harder, and faster and faster, to make me come in his mouth. When I came, he went deeper so I exploded in the back of his throat and he swallowed it all. It was so titillating and I came so hard, I almost had a heart attack again, and I was in seventh heaven. It felt so GREAT!

Then I took MY washcloth, soaped it up, and did Dale's back. I did it just as gently and just as sensuously as he had done to me. Then I did his chest, and his legs and feet too, just as he had done to me. Then I took the other washcloth, which wasn't going to be used again, and washed his butt crack.

Now I was at his big, hard, throbbing cock and I was on my knees with it waving just in front of my face. Just as he did to me, I took the washcloth and ever so gently, and ever so sensuously, cleaned it, first with the washcloth, and then with my bare hands and titillated him until he began to moan.

While I was washing his naked body and noticing his erect cock, and watching the soap going sensuously down his naked body, I was getting turned on from watching it. There was actually something sexy about it, even though I am not gay and don't normally do this sort of thing. These thoughts made me turned on again, so I had to stand up and kiss him, pressing our hard, throbbing cocks together again.

Then I returned his favor and stroked his cock back and forth, going slow at first, until he began to moan, and then I went faster and faster, until he was moaning in sheer delight, as I was when he did it to me. Then I said, "Please don't feel let down, but I AM going to suck you off, but I want you to tell me when you are going to come, so I don't have to swallow, and then I'll beat you off—just like you did to me like last time".

I could never get used to swallowing the gism. It just doesn't taste good to me, and I often wonder if that is why gays get AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. I wonder if it is because the sperm and seminal fluid are not meant to be digested. That is why I cannot bring myself to be a gay. I'm sorry, but I am one who believes it is a choice, not something that you are born with. However, I don't put down gays because I know deep in my own heart, that if I could find another man who would stay with me for life, but who would not require any sex more than mutual masturbation, I would probably be with him for life too, but who would that be? I know I could never butt fuck or allow myself to be butt fucked, and while I DO enjoy a good blowjob, I can't really get into doing it to someone else. That just doesn't turn me on at all!

Dale smiled and said, "Don't worry. I understand. I would just love it if you WOULD suck me off!" I stopped beating him off and began to suck him off, going slow and sensuous at first and paying special attention to licking the head—especially under his circumcised cock on the underside of the crack of his head—and then gradually building up speed and going deeper and deeper until I couldn't go any deeper.

Then just as he promised, Dale, said, "I'm coming! Oh James! I'm coming! OH HOW I'M COMING!" I got so excited by the WAY he was saying that he was coming, I began sucking him faster and faster and deeper and deeper, until he burst with an explosion of cum that filled my mouth. This time, unlike when he was younger, he FILLED my mouth with his cum, but I didn't stop, because I remembered that he liked it, too, until he couldn't stand it any longer, so I kept sucking him faster and faster and harder and harder until he began to moan too as much as I had moaned. I spit out what cum I could, but I think I had swallowed most of it in all the excitement.

Then, when we stood up, Dale held me in a bear hug, pressing our throbbing hard cocks together hard, and kissed me again in a big, passionate kiss, saying, "Oh thankyou James! Thankyou James! I can't tell you how good it felt to do it with you one more time again! I'm SO glad you changed your mind!"

Before I could say anything, he began to French kiss me, just as we had done so many years ago, and again, if felt so good, he had melted all my resistance, so I couldn't hold back. Then just as before, we both got horny again, and had to suck each other off again, so we dried each other off and went to my double bed and sucked each other at the same time, just as we had done before, and then we brought each other into seventh heaven when we came again.

After that night, I never saw Dale again. I don't know what happened. He said he would come by again, but never did. He didn't tell me where he was living and I forgot to ask, and I couldn't find him in the phone book. I just tried again tonight on an online phone book, but I cannot find Dale W. anywhere. On a people finding website, they DO list his name, but several times, and there are a large number of Dale W.s out there, but I don't know which one is HIM—or if he would want to see me if I DO find him.

Dale, if you are reading this, please e-mail me and let me know. I have been thinking of you for a long time now, and my cock is throbbing hard again as I am remembering you and writing this about you. I even had to stop as I was writing this so I could jerk myself off! I would like to see you again so we can have another wonderful evening together, just as we did before.

If you are not Dale, and you might like to take his place, but understand my conditions that I do not butt fuck, nor do I swallow cum, then e-mail me and let me know if the thought of us getting together for a wonderful night, gives you a big, hard, throbbing cock, too—just from thinking about it.