Still working on the Toga Party, but here is an account of my first MM experience that I posted in the forums a while back...

An honest account of my first time, not that long ago....
Near the end of my boozing career many years ago, I remember having occasional fantasies of getting a cock in my mouth.  To this day, wonder if I made any pursuits in a black out. I sobered up and slowly patched my life back together with the fantasy pretty far away in my mind. The distractions of clearing wreckage and rebuilding relationships finally began to ebb and my instinct for sex swelled, spilling over to the other side. Within kicking distance of turning 40, I dealt with it with familiar denial mechanisms but a little over a year ago, I discovered the personals on Craigslist.

A devoted husband for nearly 20 years with a couple of escapades with women in the distant past, my heart raced as I selected the M4M section. Months trickled by as I increased my visits to the site to read men and bots advertising needs and abilities. Again, with trembling fingers, I set up a secret email account and posted a ridiculously long and wordy ad centered on fear and hope. Looking back, it went very fast but my education seemed to be taking forever. Most promising leads went cold. I was stood up several times but began to understand that it wasn't personal and kept trying.

Eventually, a guy in the same desperate boat had the house to himself when his wife went out of town.  With considerable effort, I was able to persuade him to give me his address and I went over after a shower and shave. For certain, it was awkward but we both understood the importance of pushing through the anxiety and within minutes of pulling in his driveway, I was undressed in his living room. He stroked my flaccid cock and then knelt down to get a taste. It became utterly surreal. I was in an unfamiliar house with unknown family pictures on the wall and the top of a middle aged man's head was beginning to bob back and forth on my stiffening tool.

He took a break and stood up. I took the cue and sat on the couch then maneuvered his belt loose. Next was the button and zipper on his jean shorts. Though freshly showered, his musky odor pushed past the perfume of soap. I did not find it offensive but it certainly added to the strangeness of the situation. He was small enough for me to easily accommodate his entire pointy cock in my mouth. I even grabbed his thick ass and pushed my nose against his large belly, tasting another man's precum for the first time. We traded back and forth for about 45 minutes. I had hoped to get him off first because of a fear that I would lose interest if I shot my load first but it was unfounded.

I blasted his mouth shortly after warning him that I was cumming and he simply kept bobbing his head until I went soft. "Hmm. Not bad," he said, smacking his lips. He sauntered to the kitchen for a drink of water and came back for my turn. Kneeling in front of him, I clumsily worked my head back and forth.  He began to pump his hips faster and I struggled to keep pace and I was momentarily concerned that I have to take a break and then start all over again.  My mind drifted as I thought about how my jaw was getting tired and I nearly laughed as I thought about my wife voicing fatigue when she first started giving me head years and years ago.

At last he told me in a low voice that he was going to cum. I had expected a stream to gag me but what I experienced was a warm, salty, oozing flood of spooge that mixed with my saliva. There was a bitter aftertaste that did not leave my mouth for hours, too. We dressed and thanked each other in another strange and surreal moment then I was off on my way back home. I sent him an email that evening thanking him again for having the courage (or lack of good sense?) to hand out his address to another stranger and indicated that I was not interested in continuing any other engagements with him. All the same, I am hooked....