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Looking for a sexual partner was more difficult than I had imagined. I was on "chat rooms" for the longest time with not very promising results. So I tried for the "personals". You know, where you place an advertisement and get responses. I had placed my "ad" with little confidence in finding what I really wanted -- then waited.

I also took advantage of looking at all the other advertisements of men close to me. But where they like the "chat thing"? Was this be the correct thing to do? I did not know. And seeing all that there was around made me less confident than ever.

I answered two of them and waited some more...

About one week later I got an answer to one of the postings that I made -- from a man by the name of John -- so I replied to the e-mail. After about six letters emplaning to one another what we wanted and who we were, we each decided that it was time to meet and see how it may go. And so we set a lunch date at the local Denny's restaurant. I got there first and got a cup of coffee. I was very nervous about meeting John, and could not sit on the waiting bench in the foyer, so I just stood there, looking out the window. John told me his description of what he was clothed in. And there he was. OH! But he was a fine looking man. (Strange - now that I think about it - we did not discuss our race.)

I greeted him with a warm hand shake -- well it was warm from the coffee cup I was holding -- but my pulse was up now and I could feel a light thumping in the sides of my neck from each beat of my heart. My mouth went a bit dry, and all that I could get out in the way of a voice was, "Hi, John." There was a very differently "something" in his handshake. I felt it, and can not really describe it in words, but IT was THERE, I know this feeling because I have felt it before--and it was not a bad feeling either.

We were given a booth in the back no-smoking section, and not too many people around--perfect. We exchanged a bit of "chit-chat", talked about the weather, but mostly we just looked at each other and just smiled. After our lunch, we went out into the parking lot and said that everything looked good from this first meeting, and I was really feeling bold, and ask if we could arrange some type of motel room "thing". He said that sounded good to him and we could iron out the details later. We shook hands and I casually mentioned that I thought that I would make a good "bottom" type, and only tired that once before. John, looked to the sky and made a little "Hmmmm!" noise, and said he did but only twice before as being a "top" man. We just smiled at each other and went to our cars then drove off in different directions.

I can tell a lot from a smile. Whether it is fake, honest, put-on for show, or TRUE. John had a great smile, not too "toothy" just a very pleasant honest grin. I drove back to my place with hopes and dreams floating around in my head, and perhaps a bit of doubt. John was such a fine looking younger looking man than I. But wait! He said that he was 51. That was only one year younger than I. Gosh! He did not really look like it, but than neither do I. Another good sign, we each kept our youthful looks and more importantly, our youthful attitude in life.

I went to the computer about one hour after coming through the door and found that I had e-mail from John. I just starred at it and thought, "well here comes the "let down". All too quick to be any good news." Well, now, sometimes my feelings are wrong, and this time I was pleasantly surprised, and thrilled, that they were. Because John wanted to take a room and if TOMORROW would be ok with me. He wrote that he hoped that I would not think him too bold on suggesting this too quickly, as we had just met about 2 hours ago. I hastily wrote that I would be at the motel, which he suggested, and at the designed time and I gave him my cell phone number to tell me the room number when he got there.

The next day about 10:00 am I found myself driving up to the motel and to the room number that John said he would be in. I knocked on the door and it opened. I told John that I had got off work just a few hours ago and as yet had not taken a shower, and really wanted to be clean for him. He said, "There's the shower". And went to sit on the bed. It took me about five minutes to do the job of "making myself presentable" -- paying particular attention to areas of "entrance" and groin area. I toweled off, but did not bother to get dressed, just a towel wrapped around the waist.

As I turn the corner out of the bathroom, there he was, just in his underwear lying on the bed. Man! What a sight. I felt a bit of a stiffy coming on and my mouth going a bit dry again. "Oh Great!" I thought. "Going to suck cock and the mouth goes dry." I sat down on the edge of the bed and just looked over at him. John smiled at me, and that was all it took. I lay down beside him and we each extended arms to embrace.

Now, I do not know about you, but a nice naked hug form another man feels great. But with John I felt something more, and we locked into a great long lip-lock that I can still feel to this day. Some guys really do not want to make-out with a guy there are going to give head to. NOW that is weird, to me that is, and I use that word very sparingly. We fondled each other for about 2 minutes and I could no longer contain myself. I tossed off the towel and proceeded to John's hips, taking my time to lick, kiss and otherwise take notice of every inch of space I encountered, as I traveled to my main objective.

HOLY COW! John was really, I mean REALLY hung nicely. About a eight and a half cut REALLY thick cock. (MAN! How in the hell was I going to get that girth into my ass? I thought.) I did give a good licking and got about half of him into my mouth, but that is all that is really needed in giving a good blowjob. I looked up at John to see an expression that could only mean that I was doing just fine, so I increased the movements that I was already making.

We turned to a 69 position on the side. I almost lost my load at that point, so I had to think of a time I was hiking just north of Dawson, Canada in the winter at 40 below zero. -- That does it every time. -- John really knew his way around a cock, about as much as I did. I was really getting turned on, and did not know just how long I could hold out for John to match my timing to cum. (I do not know about you, but I really like to cum at the same time my partner does.) He then "came up for air", and we turned around to face each other, and we necked more and rubbed our cocks to the rhythm of our lips, mashing and grinding our hips. This felt really fine to me, as our bodies were in total motion; I know that John like it too, as he was giving out with little moans.

Not too much was needed to talk about, action in man-to-man lovemaking is all that one needs to communicate. BUT I did lift him from me as ask if he would like to fuck me. John ask of I really wanted to do that just now on our first meeting. I said. "This is our second meeting, and we are not on a "date" -- we are in bed -- and you are a top, and I want to be a bottom. So I want you to prepare yourself, and I will lube up." That is about all that was said. John got out a rubber and I got the K-Y form a little "suck & fuck kit" I had prepared for this meeting.

I took the "face-up-pillow-under-the-ass" stance, as John got on his knees between my legs. I don't know about you, but for the sexiest stance that a man can take -- THIS IS IT. I watched as he put the K-Y on his great joint and moved the lube around with his hand. Smiling all the while. He then looked he in the eyes and came forward, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole, and increased the forward motion and pressure. I in turn, braced myself and relaxed my tightening ass muscles, and as I have read in the sex help notes on gay web pages and what they suggested. And it works great.

Sure there is a little pain, but that goes away very quickly and I relaxed, that let John permit to enter more. John was very easy on me. He took his time in introducing his cock to my willing ass. Going forward a little and back out a little, slowly and carefully. It was feeling so much better than anything artificial. There is NOTHING like having a cock up the ass, absolutely nothing.

I thought that -- "no wonder this ass fucking is so taboo, this feels so great -- I hope that he will not cum too early? I am starting to really enjoy this." I could not believe that I had John all in and really did not notice it in the least. At this point I made a request for more "steam", and John provided the power to the shaft. Very evenly and increasing his strokes, and began to become deeper and a little faster; like a steam locomotive, but oh so much gentler.

I opened my eyes to look at john, at a point where I felt very comfortable with what he was going. I could see that he too was really enjoying the fucking he was getting from my somewhat virgin ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in more. John's eyes popped open and he lowered to me, as I rose to meet his lips, our tongues madly encircling each other’s in mouth-to-mouth combat. I was now at a point where my dreams became reality. And I could tell that John was the man I was yearning for. Not just a butt fucking - it was John's cock in my ass which was the key to open the gates to Valhalla. In no time we came together, and we knew the each was happy with the other.

I rolled John over on his back and ask if he would like a back rub, as I straddled him below his nicely shaped butt, and placed my warn hands on his firm shoulders. He could not resist nor talk. He was putty in my hands, and loved every moment of it. While I had John in this position, I decided that his ass looked all too good to resist something I never ever even considered doing to anyone. I placed my face between his perfect ass and started to lick his crack. I move closer to his hole. It seemed so right, and I was so perfectly willing to show John a great time, I forgot all that silly nonsense about what the ass was really designed for, and commenced to give him a "rim-job" (my first). I could feel that John was responding favorable to this, so I kept it up.

After I did that I lay down behind John and cradled him in my arms. He felt so good to me and I wanted this not to ever end. But time was such that we both had to be getting back to our tasks for the rest of the day, it was not about 2:30 in the afternoon. MAN! How time flies when you are having the time of your life with another guy who wants just what you want.

After, when we were changing clothes, we talked about what we did. And that we both had found what we both were looking for. I told him that I was deleting my name from the "personal ads" and that I found what I have longed for, and need not go and try and fine another and miss out of time well spent with each other. He too agreed to this idea, and this surprised me. But John is such a good man, and we are after all, now, "boyfriends" so that is that. I feel very comfortable with being this man’s male lover.

We noticed that we had many things in common. Except for the fact that his condom size was EXTRA, and mine was just your everyday run-of-the-mill size.

We wore the same size and brand of underwear. We liked the same wines. We wore the same style of clothes. We liked the same foods. We have so much in common it would be criminal to toss away a budding friendship and sexual relationship on what was opening before us - even though we each did not know just where this will take us. With a person of the opposite sex you want diversity. But with a homosexual one I think that you really want the same things almost to the letter. That is in the ways of likes and dislikes. The only large difference is the fact that I am Caucasian and John is Black. Out side of that, we are the same. But I just happen to be color-blind. Also Physically color-blind, red/green - blue/purple...(Really! I am.)

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James.