What I Had Been Missing (Ch 2) - Sex Stories

What I Had Been Missing (Ch 2)

I dropped the Mako off at the Yacht Basin and walked the five minutes over to Doc Ford’s. I opted for an Island Mojito and the grouper tacos. I had some time to kill before my flight, so one mojito turned into three.

I started thinking of Dirk. I pulled his business card out of my wallet and looked at his picture. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was and even more so, I couldn’t believe I had sucked his cock, swallowed his load, and allowed him to breed me. Just thinking of our two sessions produced a tingle in my taint region and leakage of precum into my beach-comber slacks.

After my first session with Dirk, I had placed this very same card, with both his picture and contact information, on my bedside table. I wanted to pick up the card and call him, but I was torn. Was Dirk the proverbial port in the storm for a horny seaman needing a release or was I in reality a long-closeted gay?

I decided the best approach was to take the bull by the horns. I called him and set up a two-hour massage session for the next evening.

I opened the door for Dirk at 8 pm, sharp. He looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a silky Tommy Bahama shirt and loose draw-string pants. He looked more tan and had gotten a haircut, a Nashville fade. I could smell his sandalwood cologne.

Dirk stepped in and leaned his portable massage table against the jamb. He embraced me in a bro-hug and then kissed me on the lips. I was a little taken aback but returned the kiss.

I wanted more, ...

... but Dirk broke the kiss and grabbed his table. “This OK?” he asked, pointing to the middle of the living room. It was. I’d already scooted the coffee table toward the couch and the two rattan chairs to the side.

I was now lying face down, buck naked. There seemed to be little need for the hand towel across my ass. Dirk began dribbling warm oil from my shoulders to my ankles. I closed my eyes and fantasized that he was spurting rope after rope of his hot jizz onto my back. I licked my dry lips. Did Dirk have three or four or even more friends who could add their musky-bleachy cum to his?

Dirk broke the spell. “Mind if I get comfortable, also?” I rose up on my forearms and watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it onto the couch. He winked and untied his drawstring, then shimmied his trousers down over his hips and legs. He already had a semi-erect slab of man meat.

Without my asking, he moved near the head of the table, immediately adjacent to my face. His precum-dripping cockhead was only two or three inches from my lips.

Dirk straddled the corner of the table, as I rolled toward him. I kissed his slit and rubbed his leaking fluid over my lips. I whispered, “Now, Baby.”

He pushed forward, his velvety plum passing between my lips. Due to my awkward position, I really couldn’t assume an active role in our fellatio. Dirk sensed this. He placed his left hand on the back of my neck. With the right he circled, like a cock ring, the base of his cock and balls. I could ...