As if in a trance, I slowly walked over in front of him, jeans open, my now throbbing dick sticking straight out. He wrapped his hand around my shaft ...nd pulled me closer to him then started stroking my cock for me. His touch sent a shiver through my body. I stood in stunned silence trying to comprehend that the only man ever to touch my cock was pleasuring me again, twenty years later. His breathing quickened and I could feel his warm breath on the shaft."Your cock is just as thick and hard as. Thank fuck he said that Figaro, I was close to busting myself and really didn't want to make a fool of myself. Never before had I felt more sexy or sure of my own body. Hearing his breathing change I impulsively sank to my knees before him(as I had done in many dreams). The shocked look on his face turned me on even more, I started rubbing his chunky thigh before snaking my hand up to his bulging ball sack, rubbing it gently. I wanted every last drop of his nut to be shot all over my face and. I loved it and needed it so much that I was constantly looking for a good hard dick to satisfy my horniness.I met this guy through my job at the local restaurant that I worked at during that time. When we first met, I instantly wanted to fuck him. Through his visits, I found out that he wanted to shove his “hot rod of a dick” in my mouth and have me give it a tongue twirl. Up until that point I had never actually swallowed a load of cum. All I had ever done was just stroke the dick with my hand. Nighttime would come and there was no relief for me. My wife would retireto her bedroom, locking the door behind her. We had long stopped havingintercourse. Actually, two or three weeks into our wedding, she hadcurtly told me that intercourse with me was not pleasant and she didn'twant to do it anymore. No matter how I pleaded with her over the yearsthat I could learn what pleased her, my wife kept repeating that she hadno interest in having intercourse with me. The "with me" part of heranswer.