DallasMan1970
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Your regret can be due to any number of things - you wished you hadn't, you wished you'd done more, you wish you'd done something you told yourself you always wanted to do it but, when the time came, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it - the entire gamut.
I'll start, and I'm not certain this is my biggest regret, but it ranks pretty high on the list. If I can think of others I will let you know. This biggest regret is actually a two-fer: I once met a man online; he was bisexual, and I had no experience in that area beyond some basic curiousities. and we spoke of doing 3 ways with us and his wife. I'd seen a few porn shoots with some minor bi male material but not much and not for long. He and I spoke of the 2 of us getting together with his wife and doing a 3 way. I met the husband of the couple first, alone. Nothing serious, just a couple of drinks and some loaded language to thin the ice, establish a rapport, and see if we got along okay. All in all it went well. It was over and we both went our separate ways.
A couple of nights later we were chatting online. His wife was out of town and he was horny, browsing porn on the internet. I'd been browsing porn for an hour or so and I was equally horny.Eventually, over the course of our chat it got to the point of it being either time to hang up and take care of ourselves or see how far we were willing to go. It would be only me and him; he asked if i was interested in getting together, that night. I had to make a decision: do what I'd always done and wonder "what if", or say "fuck it", take a leap of faith. His letters on the screen appeared as he typed, and as I looked up they said, "Do you want to?" I hesitated for just a moment, started thinking, wondering if I had the guts to follow through. My fingers slowly fell into place on the keyboard and, consciously or otherwise, I replied back, "I want."
He lived about 30 miles away and was on his way. He was going to rent a hotel room just off the highway, about 3 miles from my apartment. If I got there soon enough I could watch him enter the parking lot. If I decided not to do go through with it I could always tell him in the parking lot, before he got the room, and end it before it started. He actually spotted me in the parking lot and waved me up. So much for ending this ridiculousness in the parking lot.
Fine. I went into the hotel and found his floor. He let me in; he had been there about 10 minutes. Had I waited that long before leaving my apartment? He offered me a beer, and I gladly accepted. He was sitting on the bed wearing only a pair of jeans, and he invited me to sit on the bed next to him and get comfortable. I noticed there was a porn film on tv when i walked around the bed. I don't know what they were doing, i am only certain it was porn.
I was in a highly charged situation - I had never done anything like this before in my life! - I was only interested in 3 ways where a woman is not just present, but a hearty participant. I had never been in an erotic situation knowing that there would be no female that night. And yet here I was, stretched out on a hotel room bed with another man, sitting up with my back against the headboard and my legs stretched out in front of me, drinking beer and watching porn together, knowing that we both came here planning for more.
Slowly he reached over and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. It was already semi-hard and didn't take very long for it to become fully engorged. He rubbed my dick through my pants with one hand and took his own pants off with his other hand. Then, when he had gotten his pants and underwear off, he focused on me. He unbuttoned my jeans, inched the zipper down, grabbed the waistband and began pulling them over my hips. Apprehensive at first, I lifted my hips off the bed and let him pull my jeans off. My boxers got stuck in the jeans and they came off as a bonus. I was now laying there totally naked from the waist down with another man, and my dick was hard as a rock. Alien territory for sure.
He reached over and stroked me with his warm hand, then leaned over and drew me into his mouth. At first it was odd, nearly off-putting, but it quickly changed to amazing! By this point my cock was throbbing, and he sucked it with long, wet strokes of his mouth and jerked himself off simultaneously. He sucked harder, drawing my orgasm further along, causing me to moan while the pace of him jacking off increased noticeably. I could hear him moaning in short gasps as he sucked my dick for all he was worth, causing me to quickly approach the point of no return. I felt him wrap his lips around the head of my cock, suck hard, and massage the underside of it with his tongue. At that point I couldn't hold back any longer. My body was wracked with an orgasm, and I could feel my seed spilling out the end of my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that his lips and chin were covered with my cum, and his hand and the area under his dick were covered in his cum.
It was incredible, but I felt a little awkward afterwards. Our conversation for the short amount of time we remained together that night was a bit stilted and i needed to go home to absorb what I'd done. With that, I made up a reason to go home. I felt tired, excited, calm, pleased, and post-orgasmic. I also felt a little weird...maybe guilty, but i don't think so. Not quite. I think it was more stunned that I hadn't backed down, I finally went through with it.
You may be asking yourself, what does this have to regrets? Well, I was just about to get to that. You see, I regret that I wasn't more bold. I regret that I didn't have the nerve to reach over and stroke his dick while he sucked mine. I also regret not having taken his dick, put it in my mouth, and sucked on his cock with the level of passion I felt. I regret not feeling his warm flesh harden in my mouth, tasting pre-cum seeping from the head, and feeling it surge in my mouth as he gets ready to cum.
I regret that I did not seize the opportunity when it presented itself.
We never got together after that, and I wonder if there even was an attractive wife who traveled a lot, or if that was just his shtick to get naive, bi-curious men to join him for a night of pleasure.
I'll start, and I'm not certain this is my biggest regret, but it ranks pretty high on the list. If I can think of others I will let you know. This biggest regret is actually a two-fer: I once met a man online; he was bisexual, and I had no experience in that area beyond some basic curiousities. and we spoke of doing 3 ways with us and his wife. I'd seen a few porn shoots with some minor bi male material but not much and not for long. He and I spoke of the 2 of us getting together with his wife and doing a 3 way. I met the husband of the couple first, alone. Nothing serious, just a couple of drinks and some loaded language to thin the ice, establish a rapport, and see if we got along okay. All in all it went well. It was over and we both went our separate ways.
A couple of nights later we were chatting online. His wife was out of town and he was horny, browsing porn on the internet. I'd been browsing porn for an hour or so and I was equally horny.Eventually, over the course of our chat it got to the point of it being either time to hang up and take care of ourselves or see how far we were willing to go. It would be only me and him; he asked if i was interested in getting together, that night. I had to make a decision: do what I'd always done and wonder "what if", or say "fuck it", take a leap of faith. His letters on the screen appeared as he typed, and as I looked up they said, "Do you want to?" I hesitated for just a moment, started thinking, wondering if I had the guts to follow through. My fingers slowly fell into place on the keyboard and, consciously or otherwise, I replied back, "I want."
He lived about 30 miles away and was on his way. He was going to rent a hotel room just off the highway, about 3 miles from my apartment. If I got there soon enough I could watch him enter the parking lot. If I decided not to do go through with it I could always tell him in the parking lot, before he got the room, and end it before it started. He actually spotted me in the parking lot and waved me up. So much for ending this ridiculousness in the parking lot.
Fine. I went into the hotel and found his floor. He let me in; he had been there about 10 minutes. Had I waited that long before leaving my apartment? He offered me a beer, and I gladly accepted. He was sitting on the bed wearing only a pair of jeans, and he invited me to sit on the bed next to him and get comfortable. I noticed there was a porn film on tv when i walked around the bed. I don't know what they were doing, i am only certain it was porn.
I was in a highly charged situation - I had never done anything like this before in my life! - I was only interested in 3 ways where a woman is not just present, but a hearty participant. I had never been in an erotic situation knowing that there would be no female that night. And yet here I was, stretched out on a hotel room bed with another man, sitting up with my back against the headboard and my legs stretched out in front of me, drinking beer and watching porn together, knowing that we both came here planning for more.
Slowly he reached over and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. It was already semi-hard and didn't take very long for it to become fully engorged. He rubbed my dick through my pants with one hand and took his own pants off with his other hand. Then, when he had gotten his pants and underwear off, he focused on me. He unbuttoned my jeans, inched the zipper down, grabbed the waistband and began pulling them over my hips. Apprehensive at first, I lifted my hips off the bed and let him pull my jeans off. My boxers got stuck in the jeans and they came off as a bonus. I was now laying there totally naked from the waist down with another man, and my dick was hard as a rock. Alien territory for sure.
He reached over and stroked me with his warm hand, then leaned over and drew me into his mouth. At first it was odd, nearly off-putting, but it quickly changed to amazing! By this point my cock was throbbing, and he sucked it with long, wet strokes of his mouth and jerked himself off simultaneously. He sucked harder, drawing my orgasm further along, causing me to moan while the pace of him jacking off increased noticeably. I could hear him moaning in short gasps as he sucked my dick for all he was worth, causing me to quickly approach the point of no return. I felt him wrap his lips around the head of my cock, suck hard, and massage the underside of it with his tongue. At that point I couldn't hold back any longer. My body was wracked with an orgasm, and I could feel my seed spilling out the end of my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that his lips and chin were covered with my cum, and his hand and the area under his dick were covered in his cum.
It was incredible, but I felt a little awkward afterwards. Our conversation for the short amount of time we remained together that night was a bit stilted and i needed to go home to absorb what I'd done. With that, I made up a reason to go home. I felt tired, excited, calm, pleased, and post-orgasmic. I also felt a little weird...maybe guilty, but i don't think so. Not quite. I think it was more stunned that I hadn't backed down, I finally went through with it.
You may be asking yourself, what does this have to regrets? Well, I was just about to get to that. You see, I regret that I wasn't more bold. I regret that I didn't have the nerve to reach over and stroke his dick while he sucked mine. I also regret not having taken his dick, put it in my mouth, and sucked on his cock with the level of passion I felt. I regret not feeling his warm flesh harden in my mouth, tasting pre-cum seeping from the head, and feeling it surge in my mouth as he gets ready to cum.
I regret that I did not seize the opportunity when it presented itself.
We never got together after that, and I wonder if there even was an attractive wife who traveled a lot, or if that was just his shtick to get naive, bi-curious men to join him for a night of pleasure.