Date With Greg

My preferred method of communication until I had established some type of relationship was through Yahoo Instant Messenger.  It was how I kept all of the people straight.  I could make notes under their profile and read through previous messages to remind myself who was who.

Adult Friend Finder is a great resource if you are a woman or even a couple.  It is not so good if you are a man, either gay, bisexual, or straight.  While a man may be lucky to get one contact a month, I would average between 50 and 100 a day.  I quickly learned to sort out the freaks and liars and psychos and only respond to those that seemed like real possibilities.

That is how I met my friend, Greg.  We initially met for coffee and had a good time.  Shortly after he called me to see if I wanted to go to dinner.  We went to a small Mexican restaurant near his house, then back to his house.  Greg is an interesting guy and makes a great FWB.  He’s a few years older than me, has a nice house and responsible job, and I don’t think he’s ever had a serious relationship in his life.  He’s still an avid surfer and takes regular surfing trips out of the country.  He also really likes his marijuana.

The first time chemistry was hot but still very comfortable.  It’s nice to be so compatible with someone and be able to share your fantasies and desires.  He’s a bit of a nudist and exhibitionist.  While we pretended to watch TV, mostly we were making out and removing each other’s clothes.  Soon I was reclined on that leather couch with Greg’s face buried between my legs, licking my clit until I was writhing with pleasure.  As I came, I grabbed his head, holding his mouth in place.

After a brief recovery period, we exchanged places, and I started on what I love to do and am told that I have quite a gift for…sucking cock.  Greg’s was very nice, about seven inches, average thickness.  I liked to take my time.  I think that is one reason that men appreciate my skills, because I truly enjoy it, and I take my time.  I took him deep in my mouth, sliding my tongue from the base to the head while my hands cupped his balls.  I moved my hand up to follow the strokes of my mouth, sliding and turning my hand in time with my mouth.  I love the feeling of an already hard cock getting even harder inside my mouth.  I knew when to back off just a bit to enhance and extend the pleasure.

He slowly pulled me to my feet and walked me into his bedroom with the big king size bed.  While standing, he bent me over the bed so he could enter me from behind.  I was still soaking wet from my own arousal and orgasm.  He felt amazing.  The angle was just right.  I moved to my hands and knees on the edge of the bed while he stayed standing.  Every thrust was deep inside me, and I could feel another climax building.  He was close, too.  He asked me where he could come, and I told him anywhere, so he buried his load deep inside me.

You might be wondering at this point about protection and the swinging lifestyle.  It really runs the gamut.  I would say, though, that probably 75% of my encounters do not use any type of protection.  There is a basic code of swingers to get regularly tested.  I try to get tested at least twice a year, and in all of my years of swinging I have never had even the slightest sexually transmitted disease, and I very rarely use condoms unless the man wants to.  Even in party situations where condoms are available, most people do not use them.  It may seem irresponsible, but there is an unspoken agreement that people in the lifestyle are clean when they are playing.

Greg was a keeper.  He soon became one of my favorite friends with benefits because he was so fun and comfortable and skilled.  If I decided I wanted to get laid, I could call up Greg, and he was usually available, and vice versa.  He also had no romantic expectations, so I could see this working out for years to come.