Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, as opposed to my first experience that I described in my earlier post.

I had already given up hope that it would ever happen again. Too often, I hadn't dared to register on relevant online platforms for bisexuals and gays. The risk that someone from my hometown or my private circle might discover or recognize me there was simply too high for me.

I was only registered on one website. The website was very simple in design and served almost exclusively for the purpose of displaying one's genitals and body. I couldn't even remember when I had registered there, but it had definitely been over fifteen years ago. The site was not a dating platform in the true sense of the word, even though there were certainly people who used it for that purpose. However, most people probably only used it to display themselves and their bodies online and anonymously, to get aroused by pictures and videos of others, and to exchange the occasional erotic chat. At least those were my own reasons for using the site.

During that time, I had exchanged messages with men a few times, including about meeting up. But on several occasions, I had let the contact fizzle out because, in the end, I didn't dare to go through with it. About a year ago, however, I vowed to finally fulfill this fantasy if the opportunity arose again. And a few months ago, I thought the time had come, but then my chat partner stopped responding when it became more concrete for a meeting. Maybe for the same reasons as me. But who knows.

But now it really seemed as if the chance had finally arrived. It started with a chat, like I had done dozens of times before on the site. You compliment the other person, maybe exchange a few fantasies, and often it just fizzles out.

And in this case, the chat started out similarly. But at least with a little more excitement than usual, because Challenger86, the username of my chat partner, lived in Frankfurt according to his profile, only 45 minutes away from where I live. After the disappointment a few months ago, I didn't really have high expectations anymore. But this time, Andi – that was the name my chat partner had given me during the course of the chat – quickly steered the conversation towards meeting up.

I had suggested meeting on neutral ground in a bar first, so we could get to know each other and size each other up. However, Andi had politely but firmly declined. Instead, he had suggested that I come directly to his apartment. "Why should we meet somewhere else first?" Andi had written. "We both know why we want to meet. If you don't like it or feel uncomfortable, you can always leave."

I finally agreed, albeit hesitantly. I had never had a meeting like this before, so I was a little suspicious and cautious. But Andi seemed very friendly in the chat and had given me a good feeling throughout the conversation. I told him that I had only had one experience with a man before and that I was a little nervous. Andi had had several experiences with men and was very understanding about my insecurities and questions.

When I rang the doorbell at the apartment address Andi had given me, my heart was pounding. Not only because I was nervous about the meeting itself, but also because I had no idea what Andi looked like. Well, in a way, yes—but I only knew Andi's body from his profile. I hadn't seen his face yet.
"Second floor," said a dark, calm, and unemotional voice through the intercom. I pushed open the buzzing door and took another deep breath before entering the stairwell.

When I reached the second floor, he was standing in the doorway to his apartment, smiling warmly. I was relieved. So Andi wasn't a fake profile with a big beer belly and acne on his face after all. He was slim, well-trained, had a pleasant, narrow face with three-day stubble, and short brown hair.
"Hi, I'm Andi," he said, still smiling, and held out his hand to greet me.
"Jens, nice to meet you," I muttered, still nervous. Andi seemed to sense this, but didn't let it show.
"Come in," he said kindly, "would you like something to drink? Coffee? Water? Or something else? "
"Water, please," I said, relaxing a little.
"Coming right up. Feel free to sit down in the living room, I'll be right there."

I followed his request and entered the living room. Andi's apartment was tastefully decorated. It was Scandinavian in style, with a few art prints hanging on the wall and plants scattered throughout the living room. All in all, it was very cozy.
I had just sat down on the couch when Andi entered the room with two glasses in his hand and sat down next to me.
"Here's your water. Did you find your way here okay?" Andi asked.
"Yes, it's easy these days with Google Maps, and luckily I found a parking spot almost right in front of the door," I replied.
"You were really lucky, it's usually pretty difficult to find parking around here."

We talked a little more about Frankfurt, because I had lived there for a few years, and about Andi's apartment and his interior design style. I became increasingly relaxed, because Andi was just as personable in person as he had seemed in our chat. But of course, I was still tense.

At some point, Andi suddenly became quiet and looked me in the eyes for a few seconds: "I know you're nervous. That's perfectly normal. We won't do anything you don't want to do. And if you feel uncomfortable or have any doubts, just let me know, okay?"
I nodded and tried to hold Andi's gaze. Andi smiled, put his empty glass on the table, and slid a little closer to me on the couch. The next moment, I already felt his hand on my crotch. He began to gently rub my cock through the fabric of my jeans. I held my breath, not quite sure what to do now. Andi seemed to sense this. He took my hand and gently guided it to his own crotch. My breathing quickened as I felt Andi's already slightly erect cock through the fabric of his jeans. I began to rub him too. My gaze was fixed on the large bulge in Andi's pants, which grew larger the more I rubbed it. I was aroused and felt myself getting an erection.

"Wait," Andi said, letting go of me for a moment. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants and boxer shorts down below his hips in one motion. I held my breath again when I saw Andi's hard cock right next to me. I had already seen it in many pictures on Andi's profile and knew that it was quite large. But in real life, it looked even bigger. It had a nice straight shape without any curvature. His glans was round and large. A small drop of precum had already formed at the tip. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Why don't you make yourself a little more comfortable as well," said Andi as he took his cock in his hand and slowly rubbed it up and down a few times while looking calmly at me.
I felt myself pulling down my pants and underwear as if by remote control. My cock was nowhere near as big as Andi's. But I was quite satisfied. And the ladies in my life hadn't complained so far.

My gaze was still fixed on Andi's stiff cock, which he was stroking himself. But Andi interrupted this, took my hand again, and guided it to his cock. When my hand closed around it, my breath caught again. It felt very hard. And warm. I slowly began to rub it up and down. Andi let out a small excited sigh as my fingers closed around his stiff cock. At the same moment, I felt Andi's hand move between my legs, and he also slowly began to stroke me. I also moaned slightly when I felt his hand on my cock.

We continued to stroke each other for a few minutes. I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock in my hand and the blood pulsing in his shaft. Suddenly, Andi broke away from me again, stood up silently, and began to slowly undress. He pulled his t-shirt over his head. His body was as well-trained as in the pictures, his chest hair was dark. Then he slipped out of his jeans and boxer shorts. Finally, he took off his socks. His hard cock stood straight up, and once again I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked really beautiful.

I followed Andi's example, stood up, and took off my clothes as well. For a brief moment, I stood there indecisively, but Andi's experience prevented any awkward moments from arising. He stepped toward me, put his right hand on the back of my neck, pulled me toward him, and kissed me. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue make its way into my mouth. I had never kissed a man before. I felt Andi's hot breath as I returned his kiss and let my tongue circle around his. He tasted slightly of coffee. I enjoyed it.

Andi broke away from my mouth and began to kiss my neck. His hands wandered behind my back and slowly stroked it up and down. He leaned down a little further and covered my chest with hot kisses, repeatedly letting the tip of his tongue glide over my body. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed his experienced and gentle touch. His hands were now caressing my butt, pressing lightly on my buttocks.

Then I moaned when I suddenly felt a warm and wet explosion of sensation around my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that Andi had knelt down in front of me and his lips had closed around my cock. His warm, wet mouth felt magnificent. I closed my eyes again and felt Andi start to suck me. With one hand, he took my cock and began to stroke it at the same pace as his mouth. He stroked and blew me at the same time. His movements were calm and yet at exactly the right pace to arouse me even more than I already was. And when he enclosed my balls with his other hand, I momentarily forgot everything around me. I moaned and instinctively ran my hands through Andi's hair. Andi also moaned softly as his head moved slowly back and forth. With each movement, there was a soft smacking sound as his wet mouth sucked on my cock. I could tell he was experienced. He took my cock deep into his mouth, pausing occasionally to lick my testicles. One by one, he took them into his mouth, sucked gently on them, and continued to stroke my hard cock. I had to be careful not to come right away. But Andi had a good sense for that too. He let go of me and stood up. "Now it's my turn," he said with a smile.

So now it had come. The moment I had been waiting for since my first experience a few years ago, and which I had hoped for so much. The excitement rose in me again. As if remote-controlled, I knelt down in front of Andi. His erect, hard cock was now right in front of my face. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it. It exuded a masculine scent that aroused me greatly. Everything now happened as if on autopilot. I opened my mouth and let his hard, big, and beautiful cock slide into my mouth. Suddenly, there was no trace of excitement left; I was just enjoying the moment. My lips closed around his throbbing cock. I knew it was big, but at that moment I realized just how big it really was. His glans filled my entire mouth. I tasted the drops of precum coming from the tip of his cock, and I liked the feeling and taste on my tongue.

I began to move my head back and forth. Of course, I didn't have much practice, but I was very aroused. I let my tongue circle around his glans. He tasted good. Masculine.
I probably moaned slightly with every movement, and Andi must have felt my arousal. During our chat on the website, I had written to him that I fantasized about being slightly dominated.

He now seemed to remember that. He took the back of my head in both hands and adjusted the movements of his hips to the movements of my head. Every time my head moved forward, he met me with his hips, pushing his hard cock a little deeper into my mouth. Instinctively, I put my hands on his buttocks and buried my fingers in them every time Andi pushed his hips forward. He took this as an invitation to grab my hair firmly at the back of my head with both hands and push his hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth with slow, firm movements.

I could hardly believe what was happening. Andi's dominance turned me on incredibly. I loved the feeling of his hard, beautiful cock in my mouth, smelling it, tasting it. I tried to concentrate on my breathing and suppress the gag reflex. Andi was now thrusting deeper and harder, moaning softly. The smacking sound of my mouth with each thrust aroused me even more.

Suddenly, he let go, his cock leaving my mouth with a soft "plop" sound. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked up at Andi."Stick out your tongue," he said.
I obeyed. Andi took his cock in his right hand and flicked the tip onto my tongue several times. His precum landed on the tip of my tongue. I liked the taste. And I liked the feeling of being at Andi's mercy.
But as if that feeling wasn't arousing enough, Andi now let his entire hard cock slap against my cheeks and face alternately. I moaned softly with each of his little slaps. I was in heaven.

Then, without warning, Andi pushed his cock back into my mouth, grabbed the back of my head with both hands again, and penetrated deep into my mouth. I gagged for a moment, but luckily I quickly got used to the feeling again. I could feel that Andi was about to come. So I decided to take the initiative for a moment.

I let go of him, bent down, and started licking his balls. That was new for me, too. They were clean-shaven and large. I ran my tongue over them and finally took them both into my mouth one after the other. I sucked on them lightly and let my tongue circle around them. Andi moaned. I liked the idea that I was the reason for his arousal.
While I was pleasuring Andi's balls, I continued to stroke his hard cock. I could feel that Andi was getting closer to coming. His cock was pulsing harder and harder, and his balls were getting harder too.

I bent over Andi's cock and let some spit drip down, which I spread with my hand over his long, hard shaft. I looked up at Andi. He met my gaze with intense eyes and grabbed the back of my head again. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his hard, throbbing cock back into my mouth, this time even harder and deeper than before. I suppressed another gag reflex and tried to breathe through my nose. Then I reached for his cock with one hand and wrapped my fingers around it. I matched the movements of my hand to those of my mouth. I formed a ring with my thumb and index finger, which I closed around his shaft, and gradually increased the pressure with each movement while sucking on Andi's big, hard cock. Each of my movements caused a loud smacking sound whenever Andi pushed his cock deep into my throat. My head was now jerking back and forth more and more violently. I completely forgot about the space and time around me and just enjoyed the moment.

Andi moaned louder and louder, and I noticed his hips starting to twitch slightly. "I'm about to come," he gasped.
I intensified the pressure on his hard cock even more and let my head fly back and forth even faster. Faster and faster, I sucked on his beautiful, big cock. I could hardly breathe, but that didn't matter now. I just wanted to make Andi come.

And then it happened. Andi pulled his cock out of my mouth with his right hand and grabbed my hair from above with his left. Instinctively, I tilted my head back and stuck out my tongue. Andi held his cock right in front of my mouth.
And then he came. He squirted his warm cum in my face and mouth. I moaned loudly as he covered my forehead and cheeks with his hot cum. Andi's hips twitched uncontrollably, and he moaned loudly with every twitch. He must have had a lot built up, because he kept squirting his warm juice into my face over and over again. Some of it landed in my mouth. I liked the slightly sweet taste and greedily licked every drop that landed on my lips. My face was covered with his warm cum, and it even dripped from my chin onto Andi's carpet.

Andi let out a sigh of relief. "Wow," he said, "for someone who supposedly has so little experience, you're really good at this." He handed me a box of tissues, and I wiped my face. Now my shyness was back. I didn't really know what to say. "Thanks," I muttered.

We both got dressed again and made some small talk. Eventually, I made a move to leave. Andi walked me to the door. "You're welcome to visit me again anytime," he said with a smile. And I smiled back. Because that's what I had secretly been hoping for.