My Seduction
I am a 43 year old divorced man.I am 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, and I have brown hair and eyes. Many people have told me that I am very attractive, and getting women has never been a problem for me, I was just not ready for a relationship yet. My story takes place about a year after I was divorced, and was beginning to feel alone. I hadn't wanted the divorce, but my ex-wife needed to spread her wings and experience life more, or so she said. So here I was, alone and not really knowing how to handle it. I ended up going to a support group for divorced men that met once a week at a local YMCA. We gathered and shared our feelings, and I ended up meeting a nice guy named Peter. Peter was divorced about the same length of time I was, so we seemed to have allot of the same feelings and mood swings. I never had any kind of attraction towards men , and even though Peter was not a bad looking guy, about my size and weight, but lighter in hair and with blue eyes, I never even imagined him in a sexual way. We became friends and even the nights our group wasn't meeting, we began to spend time together. We would rent movies at least once a week and go to his house which was in the suburbs to watch them on his big screen TV. We started to do this more often, he would sit in his easy chair, a very nice valour recliner, and I would usually lay on his large sectional sofa as we watched the movie. Our friendship grew over the course of a couple months, and we began to see more and more of each other. One afternoon as we were out picking out movies, Peter suggested half jokingly that we should rent a porno. I laughed back that I might have trouble handling that since it had been so long since I had a woman. Peter said it just might be what we needed, so we rented one that looked pretty good and headed back to his place. We watched the first movie, some action flick, and then Peter asked if I wanted to watch the porno. I said why not, and Peter got up and put it in. I must say that at first it was just the same old porno stuff, but after watching it for awhile, especially once the joking stopped, it began to get to me. I was kind of glad that Peter was at an angle that he didn't have a real good look at my crotch, because I became rather erect, and I didn't know at the time that the porno was having the same affect on Peter. When the movie was over, I told Pete that I had to get going, and I left. I went home that night as aroused as I had been in quite some time. I even touched myself in the car on the ride home, something I had never done before. When I finally did get home, I ran to my bedroom, peeled off my clothes, and lie naked spread eagle on my bed, caressing my cock and balls to a mind blowing orgasm. I went to sleep in a matter of minutes, only to wake again that night and masturbate again. I was on fire for the first time since my divorce. A couple days later I called Peter to see if he wanted to get together that night. Peter was as agreeable as usual so I headed to his house at about 6:00 that evening. We both got into my car to head for the video store. When we got there I asked Peter what kind of video he wanted to get. Peter said that he didn't know if he could handle another porno, he said he was awake half the night from watching the other one and that he actually got up and watched it again. I asked him jokingly how many times he jerked off and he told me 5 times. I started laughing and told him that I had only done it twice. He said I probably would have done it more if I had watched it again, and I agreed. We decided that what we had done wasn't a bad thing and that we would get another that night too. We went back to his place and started watching the regular movie we had rented, but I must say that we were not really into it. About half way through it, Peter asked if I wanted to watch the porno, and I was more then eager. Peter put the video in and took his place back in his chair. About 10 minutes into it, Peter asked if this one was getting to me the way the last one did, and by the size of the erection in my pants, I told him it was. Peter then said that he wasn't sure how much more he could take, and I asked him what he meant. Peter said that the last time we watched one he really needed some relief, and this time was even worse. He asked me if I thought it would be OK if he masturbated while he watched it. I could tell that he was delirious with desire and I knew that it would feel really good to him to relieve himself. I told him to go ahead, that I wouldn't think it weird at all. Without hesitation, Peter unzipped his pants and fumbled to get his erection out. Since he was sitting in his chair at the foot of the couch I was sitting on, and at a slight angle to me, I could just barely make out what he was doing, but I could tell by the sounds. Now I must tell you that I have never been aroused with another man and had never thought that I could be, but the movie and the noises got to me. I thought that since Peter was going at it that it would be fine for me too, so I unzipped my own pants, pulled out my cock and began masturbation too. Peter looked over and said that he was glad I joined him. We were both glued to the TV and stroking at a pretty good pace when I heard Peter begin to speed up and moan more loudly. As I watched him now, he shot his load high into the air, and having seen and heard that, I followed in a matter of seconds. Neither one of us seemed to be embarrassed by what happened, Peter excused himself and went to the bathroom, he brought me back a towel and we both wiped off. Peter said that it had been just what he needed and that even though people might think us strange for doing this, as long as we were the only two to know, there wasn't a thing wrong with it. I agreed, and I even tried to justify it by saying that it was better then going out and catching aides. We both got a good laugh out of that one and I left the house for the evening. I must say that the experience led to 2 more masturbating sessions on my own that night. Two nights later, Peter called and asked if I wanted to see some more movies that night, I agreed, and he asked if porno was in line. I didn't want to seem too eager, but I said I guess that it would be OK. Peter said that he would pick some out on his way home and I said I would be there around 6:30. When I knocked on his door, Peter answered wearing a robe. I asked if he was sick, and he said that he was getting ready for the nights festivities. I asked what he meant and he said that if our sex lives were going to consist of watching porno and jerking off that he was going to be comfortable as he did it. He then said that he wouldn't mind if I got more comfortable, and he offered me a robe too. At first I thought it was a little weird, but the more I thought about it, the more I could justify it in my head. I told Peter I would love to be more comfortable and he told me to go into his room and that there would be a robe for me on the bed. I went in and immediately stripped and put on the robe. When I came out of the bedroom, peter was just putting in the video. He sat in his chair and opened his robe wide, draping it over the arms of his chair. Peter proceeded to open his legs wide and began to caress his cock. I laid down on the couch and opened my robe too. As the movie began, I proceeded to slowly masturbate. Before too long, I was oblivious to anything but the movie and the feeling I was having between my legs. Peter reached over to the table by his chair and grabbed a bottle of baby oil I hadn't noticed there. He proceeded to squirt some onto his cock and then he asked if I wanted some. I said sure, and he handed the bottle over to me. What was weird about this is that when Peter reached the bottle over towards me he was looking at me lean forward with my legs spread very wide. At first this didn't phase me, but as I settled back and squirted the baby oil onto my cock, I looked over at him and he just smiled back. He was actually watching me lube myself and then began to rub it in. He only watched me for a second or two, but I had found it very strange and exciting at the same time. We both continued to masturbate and as the movie approached the end, once again Peter let out a sharp groan and shot his load into the air. I followed within seconds of his coming and shot a load of my own.We both cleaned up with towels that Peter had already provided, I dressed and went home.That night I again masturbated twice more thinking about what we had done, I was becoming addicted to this. Peter and I continued our masturbation routine at least twice a week for about 6 or 7 weeks. I can only say that I really looked forward to them and I was masturbating more and more as time went on. It was a Friday when Peter asked if I wanted to join him that evening for some movies, I knew what he meant, and was ready as usual. I went to his house, and with the usual routine set, went into his room and stripped and put on the robe. We got into our usual positions and both started masturbating. This time I noticed that Peter kept glancing over my way as the movie was playing and he was much more talkative then usual. He kept asking me what I thought of the movie, and if I wanted baby oil. I told him I was fine, but after about 30 minutes of the movie, Peter did something he had never done before, he got out of his chair and came over to the couch.He just sat there for a minute and asked if everything was OK. I was very aroused since I had been playing with myself for at least 30 minutes, but when he asked me that, I stopped and asked what he meant. Peter, without hesitation asked if he could help me, and then before I could answer, he placed his hand on my balls and gently began to caress them. I still had my hand wrapped around my cock, and I started to protest, but he just looked into my eyes, said that it would be OK, and just slowly stroked my balls. I closed my eyes, the sensation of his hand on me was too much, I was going to come any second when I felt his other hand on top of my stroking one he gently pulled it away, and before I knew what was going on, he lowered himself onto my cock. taking me into his warm ,wet mouth. I couldn't take much more, and within seconds of feeling that, I exploded into his mouth. Peter never came up, he swallowed all of it, and didn't stop until I gently pushed him away. I was at a loss for words. I just got up, went into his room and got dressed. I was feeling tremendous guilt, but I didn't know why. I told Peter that I had to go, he was already back in his chair stroking himself. He said that he would call me the next day, and then he thanked me for coming over. I left totally confused. That night I went to bed without masturbating , but I did wake up once and do it.I tried not to think about what had happened as I stroked myself, but as soon as the thought jumped into my head, I came. Peter called me the next day and asked if I wanted to come over that night for movies. I made up some lame excuse and told him I couldn't. About an hour after he called, I called him back, I told him my plans had changed and that I would love to come back over that night. I thought to myself that what had happened was OK, and that I had the will power to resist that again, I was sure it had only been a spur of the moment thing and that Peter was probably feeling funny about it too. I wasn't going to let it ruin our friendship. I got to his house earlier then usual, but Peter was the gratious host as usual. I got ready, and he was already in the den. Peter started the movie, and we both began our masturbation. After about 15 minutes, I suddenly thought of how selfish I was. Peter had satisfied me and all I could think about were my own feelings. I thought that we had become very close, and that what we did with each other was a result of that friendship. I don't know what got into me, but I got off the couch and walked over to Peter. He looked up at me, and I slowly knelt down in front of him. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth. At first the sensation was very strange, but after a few moments, I just wanted to concentrate on doing a good job. But then something strange happened, Peter reached down and put a hand on both sides of my face, he turned it up to look at him and he motioned for me to stand. We both stood together, facing each other, and he pulled me close to him. Peter then said to me that what I was doing felt wonderful and that he wanted to thank me very much. Then he said something that I will never forget, he said he wanted to make love to me. I was shocked, but the thought didn't disgust me, on the contrary, I felt very aroused by it. I looked at him straight in the eye, I waited a few seconds, and I whispered "yes". Peter took me to the couch and laid me on my back. He went back to the table and got the baby oil. I watched him as he pulled my knees up and then pushed my legs open. I was laying length wise on the couch and he was kneeling beside it as he began to squirt and rub baby oil over my cock and balls. I could feel the oil running down between my legs, and then I felt Peter's hand reach lower as he began to fondle my asshole. I was very slick by now and Peter had no difficulty penetrating me with his fingers. he stroked my cock with one hand and continued his fingering of my hole with his other. The sensations were strange but very nice. He stopped his masturbation of me, and then he came close to my face and kissed me on my lips. I felt so open and vulnerable, but the feeling was very arousing. He began to tongue my mouth, and continued kissing and fingering me for some time. Then Peter asked me to slide around so that my ass was hanging off the couch. My head was against the back of the couch, and Peter lifted my legs so that my knees were almost touching my chest. Peter positioned himself so he was between my now spread legs, he told me that I looked so sexy like this. I watched as he came closer, I knew what was coming, and as I felt the head of his cock against me, I closed my eyes. Peter gently pushed into me, the lube and his fingering had done there job and the penetration was fairly painless. I felt him as his slow fucking strokes began and I opened my eyes to see the intense look of passion on his face. Peter looked me right in the eye, he quickened his pace, tilted his head back, drove 3 or 4 very hard thrusts into me, and then filled me with his seed. Peter collapsed on the floor, whispering "oh my god" over and over. I watched him and then without hesitation, grabbed my own cock and masturbated to a very quick yet incredibly powerful orgasm. Peter watched as I shuddered under the power of my own cumming. We spent the rest of the night together, kissing, hugging, being close. Peter confessed that he had had some gay experiences in college, but that he hadn't thought about them much until he met me. He told me that he had really fought the feelings for me but they were too strong. Now Peter said he wanted to have sex with me allot, and I discovered that I needed to be needed like that, and that I loved feeling him use me. name: scott title: my seduction section: gay
