Wishes Fulfilled - Chapter 1
It was a warm summer day and this evening was turning out to be no different. The sun was setting and showing the magnificence spectrum of colours in the sky. It looked like a painting. I was sitting on the balcony watching the sunset, listening to some music and just enjoying the whispering breeze on my flesh.
Before I knew it the sun had gone down and I decided I needed to get moving. I decided to go for a walk to continue to get the fresh air, and enjoy whatever heaven had in store for me along the pathways.
I was no more than two blocks away from home and I started to notice the shirtless men seemingly appearing along the sidewalks from out of nowhere. Some were walking with the family or friends, and some out for a walk with a wandering eye. They would also catch mine, I would be reminded that it had been a while since I had been with anyone sexually. My third leg would pulse and rise to the occasion. I definitely needed to do something about that. I needed to break the dry spell I was under. Deciding tonight was going to be the night, I walked towards the river's edge.
At 50 years of age, you would think I would be settled down and living the life that dreams are made of, however, this was not the case. I had made a choice a while ago to work on myself and keep my focus on business affairs and thus the reason I was single. But gone was the need for this, now it was just a pattern and one that I intended to break. I longed to have someone to cuddle up to nightly, someone to share my stories and life with, and who would do the same with me.
While walking along the river, I declared to the stars, moon and anything in nature that was listening this was my year, the year I was going to meet my "ONE." At my age, I wasn't going to be picky, but I did had my desires and thought about them as I was walking, given gratitude that my wishes were now going be fulfilled somehow, someway. I wasn't sure how or when, but for tonight, I was definitely going to get some action. A man was going to be welcomed into my sacred space and be nurtured in a passion filled way.
I wasn't the type of guy who stayed disconnected from another when enjoying time with them. I liked to make them my mission and service them from my heart. It may be a one-time experience but I was going to make love to their cock, balls, and ass (and anything else they would enjoy).
Now I am a bottom, so I wasn't necessarily going to be fucking them, but I can definitely eat out a good manhole for sure. I am not opposed to even playing with their ass with fingers or toys if they are open to that. I learned over the years that while I do enjoy sliding into a good ass, my apparatus didn't always cooperate with my desires (so I just went with the flow of being a bottom). Being overweight didn't help the matter (or did the fact, my weight yoyo'd over the years).
Before I go further, I should give you my description. 50 years old, medium length greying brown hair, green-hazel eyes, mustache and soul patch. I stand 5'8lbs and weight is 258lb currently, and reducing (after reaching to 385lbs not that long ago). I do have a little hair, and don't think I qualify for bear status; perhaps, I am wrong.
I like to think of myself as average in cock size, but truth be told with the extra weight it probably is on the smaller size spectrum. I never really measured it but do know that people do enjoy being able to take its length into their mouth. So I have that going for it, I guess. Always look for the positive in life is my motto.
I do enjoy men of all types, partly, because who I am to judge or be picky. However, my preference is for those who have a masculine bad boy look/edge to them. You know the type the strong, confident and rugged man with just the right amount of hair, tattoos and personality. I love a good treasure trail on a man's chest and stomach, and just the right amount of hair on face, along with the rest of the body. But I can equally find the skater punk turning my crank. It all depends on the energy of the person.
So here I was walking along the pathway with trees on the one side and the river on the other. Such a beautiful scene to go with this beautiful night. The foot traffic was low despite it being fairly early in the evening and perfect temperature (in my opinion).
I came across a large boulder and decided to sit upon it as I continued my reflection on my wish list. I realized that it was a new moon out tonight, which is great for manifesting wishes into form. I often made a list a burned it by the moonlight in a sacred fire to put out my wishes. But without a fire here or physical list, I decided I would just declare them out loud, seeing it appeared to a quiet evening on the pathways. I found that being grateful in advance was the greatest prayer, so I adopted this with my intention for a lifelong romantic partner.
Thank you for the manifestation of my perfect lifelong romantic partner that meets and exceeds my greatest wishes. Thank you the man of my dreams which encompasses ............. and then I listed everything I could think of which excited me and got my heart racing.
At the end, I always say thank you for this and even better! I mean why limit myself if there is someone even better than I could ask for. Or another way to put it, why put my plan on the Divine plan that my soul has for me. But it doesn't hurt to give a little direction like the universe needs that.
I imagined the person with me right now. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the presence of his soul touching me, comforting me, supporting me, loving me faults and all. I did so until it felt real and I felt one with him, all the while being grateful for this beautiful soul who choose me as I choose him.
It wasn't long and I heard a whispering of what sounded like bushes in the background rustling about. I turned to discover a man coming out of the trees. It took a moment before he came into clear view but once he did, it was pleasurable on the eyes.
I mumbled a hello which seemingly caught him off guard. He said hello back and that he needed to take care of business, and rushed off into the bush without noticing me sitting on the rock. That definitely explained why it appeared he was caught off guard.
In a forward move, I said back, "That's too bad, as I would enjoyed helping out". He laughed and said, "It sure didn't do anything to relieve his blue balls". To which we both had a giggle at. I invited him to have a seat with me, and continue our conversation.
Soon our lips found each the others with our tongues engaging in a dueling tango. Our hands explored each other and the intensity of our connection heightened.
I reached under his shirt and found a treasure trail; this made me moan with pleasure as my hand ran along it up to his chest and nipples. Soon I was tweaking one nipple, then the other.
Recognizing where we were in public view was a turn on to both of us. We realized we didn't want to be interrupted or caught by any families or authority figures, and thus I invited him to enter the woods from whence he emerged only a short time ago. In truth, I wanted to invite him home to my place but I didn't want to waste in getting there. I didn't want to chance that this handsome fellow may run at the mention of coming home with me. I mean he was a catch in my books.
He was roughly the same age of me, with short dark hair (and some salt, I am sure), and warm grey/blue eyes which penetrated my being when he was looking into mine. My fingers had explored his slight beard earlier as I ran them over his chiselled jawline. When we stood I gave him to be just slightly shorter than my 5'8. He had the perfect amount of hair based on the feeling of the treasure trail, and the abs that were behind it.
A man in good shape was seemingly equally attracted to me, the obese man. I didn't knock it, as I know many who enjoy extra meat on the bones of another. I thought how lucky I was on this night. The stars truly were in alignment with my wishes. I wanted to explore more and intended to as we reached the pockets of the trees.
As soon as we were encased in this tree haven, our hands began exploring the body of each other. I removed his shirt and begin to kiss every inch of it, knowing that time was of the essence. I wanted to savour every moment and each of him but settled with enjoying the experience in this moment. It helped that he had some exceptional ink on his arms and chest. I do love a man with ink, I thought.
My lips found and encompassed his nipples, first one than the other. Taking each into my mouth, allowing my warm wet tongue to work its magic as my teeth gently chewed on them. He moaned and encouraged me to continue on. He was clearly enjoying this feeling. Now I don't mind my nipples played with gently, but I can't say I enjoy them chewed on which he found out only a short time later when he was exploring my body.
We didn't have time to make love here. We had to get down to business. A moment later, I had his jeans undone, his boxers removed and began my descent onto his cock. I enjoyed kissing and licking all around the base first as I held both of his heavy balls in my hand, gently squeezing them.
I remembered the mentioning of having blue balls and wondered who or what had caused him to be walking around blue. I put the thought aside as I worked my magic on one ball at a time.
Enjoying taking them into my warm, wet mouth and employing the action of my tongue on them. First his left, then the right. I would have taken them both but he had some nice big balls, low hangers at that based on first inspection. I continued to work the magic, gently running my fingers underneath his nut sack, and along the edge of his hardening shaft.
Normally, I would spend a good quality of time enjoying working the taint. But here, in the wooded field I gave him the best I had for a moment. Teasing him just enough that I felt his shaft leak liquid gold from the slit down his tool. I couldn't let that go to waste and moved my attention to his shaft.
My tongue licked and kissed its way up the pole which seemed to be about 7" and just the right thickness. As it approached the trail of precum, I slowed down and savoured licking every drop of it up. It was just the perfect balance of sweet, salty and savoury. If his pre tasted this good, I can't wait to taste his precious cream.
I reached the top of his cock and worked my talents around and over his reddish purple mushroom head. Talk about a plump beauty. I could feel the throbbing as I enjoyed every inch of it. He was holding back on moaning too loudly, but I could hear them. He was gasping as I brought him to an ethereal experience with my mouth.
I dived down his shaft, taking it slowly at first, and upon reaching the base, slightly gasping at the size of it as it reached my throat entrance. I stopped for a moment before moving back up the shaft, and starting the descent once again. I wasn't going to stop until he gave me that reward. I continued for a few minutes, varying speed, pressure and the use of my hand along with mouth. I could sense him getting close and edged him closer.
Before I knew it, he pulled me off his cock and said he "wasn't ready to cum." I said. In return, "Turn around and bend over." He said he "wasn't into being fucked," and I said, "Don't worry, I only want to eat your beautiful ass out!" He said, "I would love that stud. Go for it."
Being of service, I wasn't about to let this handsome devils wish go unanswered. So I did want any good servant would do, I went to down and worked my magic on his ass. I had him pushing back to open up and get my tongue in deeper, in no time at all. This masculine man was turning into a real bitch as he was moaning, groaning and wanting me to explore his backend.
I must have eaten out his ass for about 10 minutes or so, reaching between his thick thighs and grasping his cock to slowly stroke it as I did so. He was definitely enjoying the experience as I carefully navigated keeping him just north of the edge of cumming, and backing off as appropriate.
I learned that the edge can be a tricky place to be as you can drive someone over the edge before you know it if not done correctly. I would like to think that I have mastered this, but I won't get cocky about that and will therefore say I am continuing to master this. This comes with age and experience for sure. But as long as we are on the earth our soul will continue to evolve and grow, and the human within will learn.
I continued until I could no longer stand it. I needed him in me, I needed his cock sliding deep within my tight ass. I told him as much, and removed my shorts, turned around and bent over. With pleasure were the next words out of his mouth.
I felt his manly hands on my ass. I could feel that they were not the hands of someone who worked in an office, but someone who used his hands for work. He was definitely a blue collar worker. This man reeked of masculinity and he was about to fuck me. God, I wanted him, I needed him.
He spread my ass and I felt the air whisper by as I heard him shuffling to get into place. I didn't realize that he had kneeled down until I felt his tongue working my hole. Oh fuck!!!!!!!!!! That feels so good. It isn't often that I have encountered someone who enjoyed rimming as much as I did but this guy sure gave me a run for my money.
I am sure he was doing this partly to take the edge off his cock so that he didn't blow a gasket too soon. He most certainly knew what he was doing, and I was loving every moment. He was turning out to be the man of my dreams, or at least I was hopeful in this moment.
He was working his magic with his tongue, lips and fingers, opening and loosening me up at the same time as getting me all wet for him. When he sensed I was ready, he got up, lined up his cock with its target and pushed his way in.
Oh fuck, he was bigger and thicker then I had thought. Did he grow or was I really that tight? Either way, I had to relax and give into him. I needed him more and more by the minute in me. I took a deep breath and pushed out while relaxing at the same time, and entered, he did.
He had penetrated where only a few had gone before, and now was just laying still in me. Letting me get accustomed to his throbbing rod. When he felt me relax he would slowly move inch by inch, in and out. He didn't go too quickly or too far in either direction, continuing to allow me to relax and want him more.
Boy this guy knew what he was doing. This certainly wasn't his first rodeo. I must have won the lottery or something or at least it sure felt that way.
Another moment, and he began to speed up. Moving in and out deeper, longer and ever so gentle at the same time. He had a way about him, a confidence unlike no other. He knew his place and took control of the situation. As he was fucking my hole, he was also making love to it and to me.
I soon felt his soft but passionate kisses on the back of my neck, ears and back as he worked his way in an out of my manhole. He reached around me and grabbed a hold of my cock, and stroked it in unison with his fucking motion. There was a synchronicity to it all, a rhythm unlike any other. It was perfection, he was perfection, at least in this moment.
He varied the speed and depth of his movements, and before I knew it, he had me moaning louder and I told him I was close. He encouraged me to let loose anytime I was ready, and if I was open he was going to blow his load in me as well.
Now under normal circumstances I wouldn't let a stranger bareback or blow a load in me, but something about this experience wasn't normal. There was a trust and faith in this stranger and experience unlike anything I had lived before. There was a divine connection unfolding here. In response, I said yes, please I would love that.
Another couple minutes and I was blowing my load over his fingers as he continued to pump me full of his hefty cream. His blue balls beginning to be a thing of the past as he unloaded his baby makers deep within me.
Once he was done creaming me, he slowed his rhythm down to a snail's pace and kept fucking me. He remained hard and told me he wasn't done yet. He had another load for me. Fuck me, I thought. I didn't want this teasing motion, I needed the real thing.
He sensed my need and told me not to worry, that he was just taking a short break so that he didn't blow again too fast. He "wanted to savour my perfect ass," as he called it. Who am I to argue with that?
He continued to kiss me then pulled out. He grabbed his shirt as I thought what the fuck?????????? I thought he was going to fuck me and give me another load. Before I had a chance to say anything, he laid his shirt down on the ground, and then invited me to lay down on my back on top of it. He got down on top of me, chest to chest, cock to cock and kissed me deeply. As he did so, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and said he was ready to give me another load.
He slide into me, looking deep into my eyes as he did so. I felt so cared for and that I was the only thing that mattered. Not the fact we were in nature, that anyone could hear us, or walk into our nook within the trees or anything else that could happen. The moon and stars were shining down on us and it was truly a heavenly experience.
He gently and lovingly rocked my world from the inside out with his manhood. Speeding up at just the right time, and slowing down when guided. He was a master and I was fast becoming his sub. He knew it, I knew it, even if it was a one-time connection. He was in charge; he was going to take his time to enjoy the hole wrapped around his throbbing cock.
He pressed his lips to mine, and we locked in a passionate kiss as he fucked me. In and out, he went, over and over. I could feel his cock thickening up, leaking into me. It felt awesome. As he was doing so, my cock was rubbing against him slightly as well, and before I knew it I was blowing another load without either of us touching my cock.
It wasn't long afterward as I was catching my breath a hair that he plunged deep and unloaded another load deep within me. This time, he relaxed his forehead against mine as he did so, eyes locked upon each other as he did so. Once he had completed his unloading, he laid beside me and looked up to the sky and said, thank you! I didn't question his response, as I was doing the same thing. I did wander if he had also had a wish he put out that was potentially answered in this experience.
As we both caught our breath and bathed in the afterglow of our time together, we got to know each other a little better. Both of us we agreed that we needed to meet again; that this could not be a one-time experience. It deserved a repeat at least.
I learned that his name was James, and he was in a relationship and that it had ended earlier that day when they had gotten into a fight while in bed. Which is why he had the blue balls. I guess they were in the middle of things when it all transpired. But I was surely grateful that it did as it led us to this moment.
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