My Ideal Person:
It's amazing as men, what we'll do just to feel the pleasurable numbness, that accompanies a good cum. We'd been talking online for weeks here and there and I wasn't sure the chemistry in person would be the same. When you finally invited me over to your apartment, it was all I could do to not drive 95 mph to get there. I'd been wondering what sex would be like with you, so much. You'd talked several times about licking your girlfriend's body. Making her quiver, before you thrust deep inside her. Or how you'd shake as her tongue would gently tease your own anal hole. But there were feelings in you she doesn't know about and although we'd “played” online, it was time for you and me to be real men and purge the urge. I knocked nervously on the door after walking up the staircase. You can't imagine how many times I almost just drove back home. But no, I was here and I was going to see this through one way or another. It seems like it took forever for you to answer the door, but you did. Your face was exactly like your pic. Thank God. I was so scared, I'd been lied too and really wasn't in the mood for that. You had on that bluish-green shirt and jean shorts. Little, thin body as you'd described. Incredible. We said our hellos, both smiling as we seemed to fit the pics we'd traded. I guess a quiet feeling of relief came over both of us. You said come in, and I walked in still a little on guard. You made some comment about me actually showing up with your hand sticking out as if we were going to shake hands. No, I wasn't having that. I couldn't help myself as I opened my arms for a hug and as you came toward me I leaned my face into yours and without hesitation, you kissed me. I exhaled between our tongues as my hands found your back. I'd been waiting for this so long and your breath tasted better than I'd ever imagined. I don't know what you were thinking, but your hands found my ass as you gently rubbed, then squeezed my cheeks. You'd talked about rimming me and I guess you were sizing up what you'd been fantasizing about. We broke away and couldn't help but start laughing. I think the raw intensity of that moment overwhelmed us both. But in a good way. You asked if I wanted a beer and I told you water was fine, and we sat and watched TV and talked. I have no idea what that show was about as we shared so much. The connection was there. And I was pleased. I actually didn't care if we were going to have sex or not. I was already happy with the way things had progressed and didn't want to ruin the connection.

But it was you.

You looked at me with this serious face for a moment and asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I answered back only if you really wanted too. I know I did, but I was not going to disrespect you in your own home if you'd wanted to stop. You led the way and we walked in. You turned on that lamp by the left side of the bed. Your spot, I figured. You started taking your clothes off and I did the same. But I watched you. Loving every inch of that pale, white skin. Your penis, slowly hardening. Mine. Darker than yours by far, but equally appreciating the moment as I became hard as a rock and you haven't even touched me yet. Wicker furniture, grandma naked, a plate of grits and biscuits. What in the world could I think of so my heartrate and libido would slow down? I want to enjoy every second of this experience with you and don't want to be cheated by cumming too fast. We layed on the bed and immediately wrapped our bodies together in a kiss. All I can say is, the internet is wonderful for having sites like this where men like myself and this gentleman can hookup to take care of our urges away from the girlfriends, wives, family etc. Otherwise, he and I probably would have never crossed paths. There's more to what we did of course, but that's not important. I think what is, is that he took a chance and talked to me online and it's led to one of the best fuck buddies I've ever had. The world doesn't need to know who he is, everything we do, or the scary feeling of how good it feels to totally let go with him without complaint or obligation. I'm thankful we've met. For all you know as you read this, you might be next.