Better First Time

I was eighteen or so, the years tend to blur together since then, a slightly gawky, lanky post-adolescent, still unsure of my place in life and the future. I had dated extensively throughout high school, and enjoyed being with women alot, but when i saw that personal ad on the local computer forum, i realized that i was also curious about sex with another man.

I responded to this ad, and started a dialogue, he asked all kinds of rather pertinent questions, and i used them to formulate my own questions in return. It turned out that he was twenty three, tall dark and handsome, at least my nerves reminded me, if i can trust him to tell the truth. Feeling more than a little nervous, i made arrangements to meet him at the Mall, two days later.

Those two days flew by, and upon the appointed day, in the appointed hour, there i stood, feeling very skittish, a lanky young man, his hands moving restlessly as he searched the crowd streaming around him. After what felt like an extended period of time, i thought he was late, and was startled by a mixture of Depression and relief, thinking he wasn't going to show, just as he walked up, introduced himself, and shook my hand with a firm, warm grip. Tall he was, although shorter then my 6'2, dark haired, and very handsome, he looked very much the hunk i had barely dared to imagine!

We chatted briefly, and then headed for a small restaraunt to talk privately, away from the crowds. We talked extensively about our lives, why he posted his personal ad, and why i responded. At one point he pointedly told me "I hope to make this an enjoyable experience!", and he grinned. A twinkle in his eyes, and that grin, belied any claims to modesty. He was in effect, Promising me that is WOULD be enjoyable!

Not having time then, after that long dinner and conversation, we made arrangements for me to go to his house for dinner that weekend. Again, the time flew by, and it was a remarkably short period of time before i found myself driving, with quiet trepidation to his home in the outskirts of town.

I arrived a little early, smelling the delightful smells of his cooking even as i stood, shivering internally, on his doorstep. He answered the door with shaving cream on half his face, and a lopsided grin. He beckoned me in, showing me the living room, and taking my coat, before disappearing into the bathroom to finish shaving. He tried to keep up a conversation, but talking while shaving is a risky business at best, so i told him to hurry up and finish before he cut himself! While he was shaving, i examined his living room. Wall to wall carpet, a fireplace, soft over-sized furnishings, framed lithographs by Tom Bianchi featuring Artistic Male Nudes, all combined to give me a warm glow of comfort, badly needed to calm my fraying nerves.

He walked out of his bathroom, clean shaven, eyes sparkling, and that effervescent grin on his face. Looking quite hot in a pair of 501s, am emerald green shirt, he was quite the sight to see! He took my hand, seated me in his dining room and proceeded to serve me an excellent dinner, including some food i never dreamed i would have the opportunity to eat. The caviar was disgusting, but calamari was good, even after i found out it was squid!

Wine with dinner had done its work, and i found myself loosening up slightly, relaxing and getting into the mood he was setting. We chatted over dinner about how much damage Bush could possibly do during his first term in office, about the weather, and about cars, one of his hobbies. After awhile, we moved into the living room, onto an ottoman before the fireplace, and he lit a fire against the nights growing chill. He then sat down next to me, placed his arm around my shoulders and drew my head down onto his chest.

He lightly caressed my back and head, while we continued to talk, and i was SO very much aware of him beneath me, his Firm chest, strong arms and his musky odor, combining into a warm glow. I felt myself responding and found myself responding to him, arching my back and running my hands around his chest, savoring the feel of his hairy skin and firm, hot nipples through his shirt.

With a surprisingly husky voice, he whispered "It's awfully warm in here now, lets get those clothes off you", I froze for an instant, feeling an instant of real fear, of a point of no return. His calm, reassuring gaze, and friendly eyes, calmed my fears, and i allowed him to unbutton my shirt. As he undid each button he kissed the newly exposed flesh, making little sparkles of pleasure ripple through my body. When all of the buttons were gone, he quickly slipped the shirt off my body, and began unlacing my sneakers, taking my socks off, and kissing the top of each foot as it came into the air. Smiling at this silly gesture, i asked "taste as good as they smell?" He laughed at me and took me into a hug, whispering in my ear "You know damn well you are clean! I can still taste the soap! Coast i believe?", all said through that irrepressibly effervescent grin.

After the lingering hug, he returned to my clothing, and began unbuckling my belt, very slowly unbuttoning my jeans, and sliding down the zipper, putting soft pressure on my very hard cock. very slowly sliding my jeans down my legs, he dropped kisses every few inches as he made his way back down to my feet, and took my jeans completely off. I felt remarkably exposed lying there in front of the fireplace, clad only in a pair of pre-cum soaked jockeys. Noticing the precum, i realized i had never seen myself make so much of it before!

While i was having this revelation, he moved away from me, and returned with a small flask of amber fluid. I looked questioningly at it, and he just grinned at me, and began removing his clothing. First unbuttoning his shirt, with a little flourish after each button, first showing and then hiding and increasing expanse of his hairy chest. Then his jeans, one button at a time, slowly revealing a pair of black ?silk? boxers as he undulated his hips erotically. The Boxers allowed me a glimpse of ample balls as he lift each leg to slide off his jeans!

Telling me he feels "it's better to leave our underwear on for now, it keeps the imagination running", he instructed me to lie on the carpet on my stomach, before the roaring fire. Immediately i felt him pour something warm onto my back, and begin to rub it in. I had heard about massages, but this was my first experience with one! I fell into a state of bliss, almost totally unaware of my surroundings, i floated in a golden haze as his hands relaxed me and fed a growing sense of pleasure and well being. After an indeterminate period of time, i came back to earth, to awareness of him calling my name, and i also became aware of the fact that we were both naked! I had absolutely no problem reaching out and caressing his throbbing penis, the first time i had ever touched another mans cock, and lightly grip it.

He gave a low moan of approval and pleasure, and took my erection into his hand, slowly caressing it in his oil soaked hand, and i closed my eyes to the intense pleasure of it, and concentrated on the warm musky penis in my hand. Slowly stroking it, spreading the ample precum around the equally ample head, revelling in the pleasant heavy feeling of it in my hand. I was Very pleasantly surprised when he took my cock into his mouth, and let i let loose a moan of delight as he skillfully manipulated my cock with his lips, tongue and throat.

He brought me to the edge of orgasm many times, somehow always knowing when to stop and when to start anew. All the while his erection throbbed in my hand, got even larger, darker, and started oozing a steady stream of precum. I tasted some off my hand, and was soon scooping up the delicious stuff as soon as it appeared! Finally, unable to contain himself, he took me into orgasm. It felt like i came for hours, and he just kept on stimulating me, swallowing all my cum, his eyes shining up at me as i looked at him, and my hand convulsed on his cock.

When i returned to a state resembling normality, i whispered, that being the only way i could talk yet, "that was the great! Can i suck you?" He sat up, looked me in the eyes very intensely, and said "Sure!". Rising above me, he slid his torso towards my head, bringing his bobbing cock to my mouth. Never having done this before, i was unsure of what to do, but his whispered commands like, "Guard those teeth!", "Play with it, have fun!", and "Swirl that tongue around!" all helped tremendously!

So there i was, having loads of fun (*grin*), experimenting, when i noticed his balls no longer hung down, but were in fact, drawn up, and his breath was coming quicker. From my own limited experience i figured was was close to coming, and i prepared myself for the flood. His attempts to push me off, i refused, and i met his strangled "IM COMINGGGG!" with a short "Cool!", and returned my mouth to his cock just in time to receive my first load! Shocking it was, but pleasant too, and i labored to gulp it all down, ultimately failing, yet not feeling too badly as it slid down my bulging cheeks.

As he came down to earth, he settled down on top of me and cleaned my face off, smiling all the while, and radiating a quiet sense of happiness. After a bit, i tremulously expressed a curiousity for anal sex. His response was surprising, and gratifying. He didn't feel that it was appropriate to just dive into something so intimate and intense, "just yet!, Not on the first date", he Quipped. He did promise that we could also experiment with that in the future, if i wished (*and i DID*).

I got dressed, and he threw a robe on and escorted me out to my car, giving me a lingering hug and a peck on the cheek goodbye. It was then, standing on his doorstep, that i realized that something had changed in me. I had just accepted a casual hug and kiss from a man, not to mention what else we had done, all of which i wouldn't have allowed before. I drove home pondering this, and imagining our next meeting, but thats another story!

written by magic

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