After Starbucks SeXStoRY

I e-mailed 'Roberto' the day before about the possiblity of he and I hooking-up, but by the evening I had not gotten a reply. I had been feeling exceptionally horny, and I was dissapointed that I hadn't heard from him. Then, that morning, as I was checking my Inbox (as I always do), I saw that he had replied! He said: "Sounds good to me! How about 11:00?" It was only 7:00; which meant that I'd have 4 hours to wait! But the fact that he was interested took some of the edge off the frustration! I should say something here first about Roberto. He was recently from Texas (Brownsville, to be precise), but he had been born in Juarez. We had e-mailed each other through my Criag's List account for about a week before meeting up the first time. We met that first time at a nearby Starbucks, just to see if he and I both "liked" what we were seeing! I'd done this a number of other gay men over the last several years. It made sense to it that way. Afterall, you had to be a little bit cautious about who you saw! I had so far had 38 individual meet-ups with 38 different gay (and bi) men, and only twice had I regretted going any further than the intitial 'assessment!' Not a bad record. So, caution was a good thing to observe. But Roberto and I had gone past all that. I liked Roberto a lot. He was rather quiet, and even somewhat shy. He wasn't exactly a "goodlooking" guy (he was pudgy, and short, with big hands and thick fingers, and was just beginning to get slightly balding), nevertheless, from my own experiences, guys like Roberto were "better" than the more handsome macho types. Those guys were just too into themselves to be all that much fun in the long-run! Besides, Roberto always seemed quite glad to hear from me, and not to sound egotistical, but I rather liked that! Anyway--- I got to Roberto's apartment right on the dot. He let me in even before I knocked, and he smiled happily as I stepped past him and on inside the coolness of his apartment. After he closed the front door behind me, I turned, and he stepped right up close and grabbed my crotch, without a moments hesitation! "I am so glad you e-mailed! I was about to e-mail you! What's it been? A couple of weeks?!" "It's been 3 weeks!" He had kept his hand between my legs during all this, and my cock, which had begun to grow stiffer as I walked to his apartment from where I had parked my car, grew even more stiff; and, Roberto felt that! He grinned up and me (he was around 5' 5", and I'm 6' 3", making he and I a real Mutt and Jeff duo)! "Three weeks is too fucking long!" "I completely agree with you!" "Well, at least your here now," he said, and he let go of my cock bulge and then he led me on into his nicely decorated, and clean living room. It was exactly as it had always been. The patio door behind me let in the sun light through a door-length gauzy curtain. The room had that bright, sunny quality, that had excited me so much that first time he and I had even gotten together. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I declined. Then he sat down on the white sofa (as he had done all the other times we had been there together like this), and I remained standing, looking down at him on the couch. "Your'e even better looking than before," he said smiling faintly. "Is that possible?" "I don't know. You tell me." "Why don't you get comfortable," he said, which was code for 'get un dressed!' I did exactly that, and after laying the last of my clothes (jeans, t-shirt, socks, sandals, and underwear) on a nearby chair, I stepped up very close to where Roberto sat admiring me! "I have missed you SO much," he said staring at my cock, which was nearly erect. I gave it some slow strikes as he looked on, and then I stopped and stood there, the cock head pointing directly at Roberto's face! "Be careful with that thing!" He said laughing slightly. "It might go off!" "Yeah," I said smiling back at him. "I thought that was the point!" He grinned at that. "Of course it is!" A few moments later, Roberto had grabbed my testicles in one hand (and squeezing them, but not too hard), and with the other, he began to slowly (almost teasingly) stroke my cock shaft! It felt great. "Mmmm," I said, as I watched him stroking my cock shaft, "that feels really good." We looked into one another's eyes for a moment, and I could feel that curious 'connection' I had noted the very first time he and I had ever had sex together. Thinking about that, my cock head seemed to grow hot. I hadn't always felt that sort of connection with some of the other guys I'd been with! There was something different between Roberto and I; and I liked it! At this point, I should say that I'm also married! My wife knew that her husband was gay; and though at first quite difficult for her and I both, we had managed to work out a solution where I was free to find the sort of sex I needed with other men, in exchange that I excercise rasonable caution, as well as thoughtful consideration for her feelings! So, I had gotten the Craig's LIst account in order to assure a level of discretion! I didn't tell my wife when I was seeing another guy, and she didn't ask! I stood watching Roberto's thick fingers grasping my cock shaft as he slid them up and down the full length. He was holding on to my balls quite firmly, but not so furmly that it would have hurt me; and yet, he seemed reluctant to let go of them. "God, you have such a nice cock," he said soflty, and then he glanced up into my face again. "Thanks." "I sometimes can't wuite believe that that wife of yours willingly lets you come over here to see me. Why does she?" "She knows I'm gay!" I watch as his hand continues to stroke my cock up, and then down, up and then down. I can feel it starting to throb deep down inside. The cock head feels warm, almost hot, and each time his fingers glide up and over the flaring rim of my circumciszed glans, it stiffens with the pleasure it creates. "Oh, Roberto," I say, letting his name come out like a long sigh. "Yes?" He says, smiling up into my face. "If you keep this up for much longer, I'm going to come." "Hmm? Really?" He says, smirking. "Well, well, well-- that sounds like a nice idea." I can feel my orgasm really building up fast at this point. and I tell him this! He suddenly lets go of my cock shaft (still holding on to my testicles, though), and my cock starts jerking and twitching spasmodically. He had timmed it perfectly so that I would not come quite yet! "Aaah--" I sigh out loud. "Not so fast, mister!" Roberto says grinning impishly. "Oh no. Not quite so fast!" After I had calmed down a little bit, Roberto resumed stroking my purplish-pink cock again. I knew the drill by then. Roberto would tease me like that for some time, and there would come a time when I would start to beg him to let me come! THAT was what Roberto was holding out for! Of course, despite the obvious frustration in being held back from coming, it was slso incredibly pleasurable when I did finally come! Roberto refused to let me come five or six times in a row, and he got a lot of pleasure out of doing this to me; but he eventually allowed me to come! At the end, I really was begging him to let me come! He grinned up at me, his brown eyes twinkling with delight. "You ready to come for me now?" "Oh yeah!" I replied with all earnestness! "Good. Then when you do, remember: YOUR COMING FOR ME! And NOT your WIFE! Okay!?" "Yes, absolutely!" I said sincerely. My wife was well into menopause anyway, and sperm was no longer a concern for her these days, so, as long as Roberto wanted it, I saw nothing wrong in giving to him! Besides, there was always something quite exciting in the conscious act of "giving" Roberto my sperm! It seemed much more fitting than just jerking off a load into a wad of toilet paper, and then flushing it down unceremoniously! At least THIS way, I knew that someone, actually, WANTED the stuff! Standing there close in front of Roberto, I could feel him tugging down slightly on my balls, and his hand was stroking more urgently, and, I could feel the impending orgasm rising up like a volcanic eruption! As I felt it building, I was groaning outloud: "Uugh, uugh, uugh, OHYEAAAHHH!" Then, with a sudden burst of energy, I came! Roberto and I both watched as my sperm exploded out of me, in strong spurt, after strong spurt, after strong spurt! At least a dozen such powerful bursts erupted; in long, thick, creamy-white globs and stringers of hot, fresh cum! "Ah, YESSS!" Roberto said, and the look of satisfaction on his chubby features brought a smile to my own face! "Aaah- GOD!" I said, as he let go of my balls and cock shaft. "Hey!" He said, looking up at me with mock displeasure. "God had NOTHING to do with it! That was YOU and I! No one else!" "You're right," I said, smiling. "Sorry about that!" "Just sop long as you keep God out of all this, I'm fine." Well, as I eventually got dressed, Roberto chose to leave my sperm s**ttered across the glass coffee table top. It glittered in the slanting light, and looking very much like the "pearl necklace" it was sometimes equated with! "Do you want me to clean it up?" I saidto Roberto, refering, of course to my sperm, but he waved the idea way. "I just want to look at it for a while," he said smiling faintly. "It is, afterall, such a very lovely sight to see!" That was exactly how Roberto seemed to think of such things as sperm! It was a comodity to him; having absolutely nothing to do with babies! In fact, I think he enjoyed blocking any sort of use in that direction! When I was almost at the front door, he pulled me around, and he kissed me! "Mmm," he said, stepping back. "Thanks for dropping by! And, let's not wait quite so long between times! Okay?" I promised I wouldn't. I left and drove home, and, as I parked out front, I noticed my wife was pruning some shrubs in the back yard. I went around and said hello to her. "Hey there!" She said. She didn't ask me where I just been, though. She knew, of course; or, she had guessed! She rarely asked me about my extra-marrital liasions. As long as it was with other men, she would never say anything. Had I been seeing other women, now that would have created a big problem! Another man wasn't seen by her as a 'competition.' With women, it would have changed the entire dynamic! I kissed her, and then went inside to take a shower. As the warm water flowed over me, my balls ached from the f***eable ejaculation of my sperm earlier; and I gave my soapy cock a series of stokes. Soon, my cock was standing at full attention once again! I found myself picturing Roberto's eager face staring up at me. I knew I loved my wife, in my own way, that is, but Roberto had come to "own" (it was the only word I could think of that described the way I come to feel towards him) my LIBIDO, or whatever you wished to call it. Sex between my wife and I had basically ceased several years earlier. So, why not "give myself away" like I had just done earlier with Roberto? My wife was long done with sperm, and making babies! So, where was the harm in "giving" it to Roberto? I thought about the sight of my sperm laying across the coffee table at Roberto's, and, as I turned the shower off, and began drying off, Icouldn't help but feel excited by that! 'It's all yours, Roberto!' I said inside my head. Thinking that, left me feeling curiously happy.