He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over, and ordered a Heineken. As he poured the beer into his glass, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was close to six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 40. His dark brown hair had been dried casually, still a little damp, laying about in soft curls. He either lived by the beach or came here ofthe tan demonstrated against the shorts,hite tank top he wore. I had never seen a man whom I thought was truly physically attractve to me. He was wearing white Reebocks, I moved my eyes up to his defined calves, to his strong thighs. His legs, like his arms, had only a thin, light, coat of straightar for his glass, I nd his chiseled arm, his chest through the arm hole of his shirt. I could see the nipple, dark brown, large, flat, with jd over at me and smiled. The light in the bar made his smooth face shine. I smiled sheepishly back, nervous, excited. For about ten minutes we sat there. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his shorts bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. His hand dwarfed the glass, his long manicured finger rubbing the rim. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, but did not want to emhen ld look straight ahead, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly.

I finally built uurage, He thanked me, and we started small talk. He suggested we move to a booth, which we did, across from the bar. As we talked I became so comfotable. Looking into his blue eyes, as he would laugh about something just said, reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his. We ordered another beer and continued talking. About what we did for a living, what books we had read. He said he had only come in here for a beer, and didn't particularly care for bars. But, was thirsty and wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I had never been in a gay bar before, and embarrasinly told him about never having been with a man either. He smiled knowingly.

I told him the whole story about having fantasized all my life about being with a man. But never feeling quite right about it. It was like talking to a counselor. He told me that, like me, he had never been true to his feelings until he was 33. Having lead a straight life, with children, and now an ex-wife, he was ready for a loving, gay relationship. He had had a few male lovers, but the situations had left him empty. He offered to cook me dinner. I paid for the beers, as we left he put his hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair.

As we were driving my car up the hill towards his home, I reached out and put my hand over his. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into my eyes, smiling. We pulled into the driveway and walked up the sidewalk into his home. I sat down on the couch as he went to get us a couple of beers. He came back in and sat down right next to me, laying his arm across the back of the sofa. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh and looked over at him. His head moved towards mine, I moved my hand to his side pulling him close to me, as we kissed. Deeply, lovingly, not yet passionately. He stood up, and took my hand, walking towards the back of the house. He lead me into his bedroom.

By the side of bed we embraced, as my hands gripped his back, and our toungues, probed each others mouthes. I could feel his strong hands, massaging my ass, working their way down the back of my thighs, as my hands slid under his shirt, rubbing his stomach, then his chest, lightly pinching his hardening nipples. I could feel his hardening cock, pressing against mine. I felt like I was on fire, I wanted all of this man. He broke the kiss, and started to unbutton my shirt, then leaned forward and started nibbling on my ear, as he continued with my shirt. I could feel his soft lips, moving down my neck, as his toungue left a trail of saliva, working toward my nipples. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, coating it with his toungue, as I continued to run my hands over his chest and back.

I pulled his shirt over his head, as I dropped mine to the floor, embracing, feeling our strong bodies, against the other, hot, soft. I reached down, ondoing the button on his shorts, and pulling the zipper down. I slid my hand down, causing his shorts to drop to the floor. I found his cock in my hand, as I rolled his balls around in my other hand, now kissing passionately. He pulled my own shorts down. Then reached into my silk boxers and started pulling on my hardening dick. I moved my tongue down his neck, to his nipples, going back and forth between the two, then working a trail down his stomach, until my chin was resting on his seven inch, pink headed cock. I pulled back, and licked the precum oozing from his slit onto my tongue.

With my mouth fool of saliva I slowly took his cock into my mouth, which was only about half way. I Continued to do this, making loving to his tool, as my hands rubbed his ass cheeks, and his hands ran through my hair. I wanted him so badly. I pulled away, resting the side of my face against his thigh, and whispered "please, make love to me." He went into the bathroom, and came back with some vaseline. He guided me to the bed, and I lay on my stomach. I could feel his toungue, starting at my shoulder, working down my back, circling my cheeks. Then working the crack of my ass, as he slatherd my asshole with saliva, probing it with his tongue, me pushing up into his face, as his hand massaged my cock and balls.

I looked over my shoulder, to see him take a handfull of vaseline, smearing it over his swollen member, then take two coated fingers, and insert them gently in my ass. I lifted my hips up, keeping my head on the bed, as he guided his shining, slippery cock to enter my ass. I could feel his cockhead, pressing against my asshole, as I pressed back gently, his strong hands on my hips and ass, pulling me onto him, softly. As his head entered me, the pain was sharp, yet the loving way he held my hips, caused me to relax, as he continued to push gently, his cock into me.