I 'd only ever had middleman with another man once in my life. He was the older comrade of a friend of mine. I guess he was 29. I was a entrant at USC.
I 'd gone to their house one afternoon during the summer happy chance and everyone else was out. He answered the door in just a towel. I 'd guessed I 'd gotten him out of the shower bath.
I had always admired this guy.He had always been nice to me even though he was lots quondam. He asked me in to waitress, and I followed him up to his room.
He told me he 'd been jerking off when the doorbell rang and really wanted to wind up what he 'd been doing when I interrupted him.
I said I would go downstairs and time lag but I guess he decided to demand a opportunity. He told me I could watch him if I wanted. I was curiously interested in that. I took him up on his offer.
So he stood up and dropped the towel from around his waist.
I looked at him as he stood in straw man of me, naked.
I was amazed by all the tomentum round his peter and musket ball. And his cock was so lots fully grown.
He told me to sit on his bed and then stood over me as he started touching himself. He was already semi-erect.
He stared down at me as he stroked his peter. Asked me if I liked seeing his penis.
I was enjoying it, even though I knew we should n't be doing this. Told him I liked it.
I know it was exciting to him. His cock got very hard.
He came close to me as I sat there looking up at him and I watched his fist sliding up and down his hard shaft.
Then he asked me if I wanted to stroke it. I could n't help myself ... I reached up and took his put up penis in my hand.
I could remember how it felt to control his hard cock in my hand. I stroked him up and down and he encouraged me with his words and by putting his hired man on my head teacher and running his digit through my hair.
He told me he was going to cum and stood to one side. His big handwriting came down and held my smaller one tight around his peter and he controlled the speed of my stroking until he ejaculated.
I was fascinated to see the white fluid shoot out of his cock.
Once he was done, he got dressed and we went downstairs and played on the Atari until his blood brother got home.
College started up again a few weeks later and it was never repeated. I 'd still see him from time to meter. We never mentioned it, but he remembered. I could state from how he smiled at me when we met. It was a secret we shared.
And I pretty lots forgot about it. give-up the ghost about the cognitive operation of reaching my own maturity. Had mass of lady friend.
I guess somewhere down deeply I was left with an interest in doing something sexual with another guy.
I would look at epicene porn. jack off. Watching two guys going at it.
I 'd even puzzle out a dildo into my ass a duet of times while I furiously jerked my dick. Liked how it felt.
But I 'd never found myself actually attracted to another man the way I was to women. Never turned to check out a guy passing me on the street. Nothing like that.
Until this one time when I was about 25.
I was flying to Mile-High City for a irregular grant.
And he was there at the aircraft cabin door, welcoming the passengers.
It was the weirdest feeling ... like a jerking of electricity. The moment I saw him I was attracted. And he could tell. He knew he 'd get my eye.
I took my seat and tried to figure out what had happened. I was hot for this man, in exactly the same way I would get hot for a sexy woman.
Tried to put it out of my mind and opened up the Word of God I 'd brought with me.
We took off. I found myself casually leaning out and staring up the aisle of the planer, trying to pick up a glimpse of the steward who 'd had such an effect on me.
He caught me looking. Caught my eye. Smiled at me.
When he reached my row and was serving us, he was very friendly. Put his mitt on my shoulder joint and leaned down close to ask me if I wanted anything.
I could barely utter. Asked for burnt umber.
He leaned across to deliver a potable to the man in the window derriere, I felt his hip brush against me. Could smell out his cologne.
He was making things uncollectible for me, I was becoming erect.
When things were cleared away I got up to stretch my legs and hit the restroom.
He was working in the cookhouse at the spinal column of the plane. Both bathroom on my side were occupied and so I was just standing there.
He looked up and smiled.
Asked me if I had everything I needed. I was ticket, I said.
He told me I could come through the ship's galley to get to a vacant bathroom. It was tight in there, he turned to face me as I passed him. I felt him, just ever so slightly, go his rosehip towards me. Our genitalia brushed against each other.
Now I needed the toilet more than ever. But not to relieve oneself.
I closed and locked the door and unwrap my fly. My hammer was strong and precum had lubricated the head more than I could call up.
I slipped my foreskin back, the nous of my penis was slick and glistening. Started to stroke myself.
Thinking about the sexy man just outside the room access. The man who had just rubbed his peter against mine.
I came in sec. Grabbing some tissue just in sentence to fascinate my cum and intercept it from covering the paries.
My putz stayed hard, I could n't pee with it like that. Had to wait. Eventually I was able to relieve oneself without soaking the cap. Pulled up my drawers and flushed away the evidence of my twist around imagination.
I left the carrel and he was still there. Smiling at me.
asking if everything was OK. Better than OK ... I could n't admit I had been masturbating, but I almost wanted to. Wanted to differentiate him I had stroked myself to an orgasm thinking about him.
We got to chatting a picayune and I told him I was going to be in Denver for some weeks and staying in a downtown hotel.
He made some prompting for thing to do and then offered to evidence me a duo of place that eventide, if I wanted, since he was on a layover. Told him thanks and the epithet of my hotel. He said he knew it. In fact it was the Sami hotel the airline business used for accommodating cabin crews. perfective. We 'd meet at the bar.
The rest of the flight went OK, he and I exchanged looks and smiles a match of times. I was aroused to remember of being alone with him, even though I had no clue what we might do together.
I sat there quietly amused that I 'd just joined the mile-high cabaret - solo division.
I got myself checked in and had a shower, shave, etc. I took more care than I might. Like I was preparing for a date.
Went down to the bar to meet my new supporter.
He was already there, but still in consistent. Explained that it had taken some fourth dimension to get out of work and hand off some paperwork, so he 'd only just arrived.
I said that was OK we could meet later if he wanted, but he said no, just come up to his elbow room and I could hold off while he changed and then we could go on out to a property he knew.
I was OK with that. Followed him out of the bar to the lift. And then his room.
I was in the hotel elbow room of another man. A man who had somehow aroused me. A day of firsts.
I admitted it to him. Told him this was n't something I 'd ever done before, but he had attracted me in a way I 'd never known before.
He was OK with it. Could William Tell I was shy. Could William Tell I was surprised at myself ...
Asked me if I wanted to explore my interest group. I told him yes.
He went to ask a shower and I sat watching TV.
When he came back into the bedchamber he was just wearing a short gown, toweling his hair dry.
As his manpower reached up to his head, the hem of his robe lifted and I was entranced first by his sexy ass and then, as he turned around, his penis - vacillation between his thighs.
He stepped towards me and asked me what I wanted to do.
I reached out and took his pecker in my hired hand. The memory board of my junior-high experience came to me.
I gripped and stroked his tool, feeling it harden in my palm tree.
Do you like it ? He asked ... yes, very a good deal. I looked up at him.
His hand came to my question ... guiding me to his cock.
It seemed like the most natural act to open my lips and let him put his member in my sass.
Felt exactly right. Like he was the person I 'd been waiting for.
I reached up and took his buttocks in my hands. Pulling him into my mouth.
Felt his cheeks clench as he thrust his cock.
After a few minutes, I pulled away.
Looked up at him.
I want you to fuck me.
He smiled down at me and told me OK. Told me to have off my clothes.
He went to the bathroom and came back with lubricant. I was lying naked on his bed.
And you never, ever did this before ?
No. I want you to be the first.
I 'll make certainly you like it.
He took the pillows and arranged them under my bottom. Lifting me up. Presenting my ass to him.
He climbed up onto the bed. Between my legs. I spread for him.
My ass exposed.
My tool was hard.
He dribbled lubrication onto his fingers and started to gently rub down it between the buttock of my ass.
He eyes never left mine as he rubbed and then began probing.
push, first one finger, then two, into my ass.
I reached up, arms apart. Inviting him to lay down on top of me.
He climbed up. boldness to font with me.
I felt his cock rubbing against mine.
Felt his arm between us as he continued .... his fingers pumping in and out of my ass.
I held him to me. Lifted my font. Lifted my lips.
Kiss me.
He leaned down. His lips found mine.
Kissed me hard as he finger-fucked my leave ass.
I broke the osculation. Held him tight. My lips next to his ear ....
I want you in me.
I want you to fuck me.
I want your cock.
He looked me in the eye ...
You 're sure ?
Yes. You 're gentle. I trust you. I want you to take my virginity.
So sweet. I 'm so pleased. You want me to be your first.
Yes. Yes. I want you. I want it to be you..
We never lost eye-contact.
His fingers left my ass.
I felt him gripping his hard cock and position it against my ass.
I nodded. Telling him to go on. Telling him to tug his hard penis up my ass.
The head of his surd cock entered me.
An inch.. two inches ... going inside my ass.
Reaching up and grabbing my knees. Pulling them up on either side of him.
Spreading wider. Accepting his dick.
He moved his limb so that my legs were held in place above me.
My hands were release to pass on down and grab his sexy bottom of the inning. I pulled him into me.
Felt his whole pecker steadily entering me. Filling me up. Stretching me.
Oh yes.
Does it feel OK ?
Ohhhh yeah. Perfect. Your cock is perfect. You can eff me.
He started moving in and out. Slowly. Gently making love to me.
Sliding his pelvic arch down against my up-raised ass.
I was feeling the distance of his hard cock enter me.
Felt it stretching my whoreson.
In and out.
In and out of my bequeath body.
He reached with one hand and took my hard shaft in his. Stroking me as he fucked me. I moaned and came.
Cum spilled out onto my bureau. Dribbled down his knuckles.
He was increasing the pace of his rhythm. Fucking into me as I rocked my body to meet his thrusts.
He brought his fist up to my lip and I licked my own cum off his hired man.
He rubbed what was left onto my lips and chin and then leaned down and licked it off. Then locked his lip on mine.
I felt the volume of his question increase again.
Held onto him fuddled. Moaned with pleasure. Still looking into his center. Sending him non-verbal messages.
Cum.
Cum in my ass.
Finish it. Fuck me and cum inside.
Cum. I want your cum.
He stared down at me and made one More mighty shove.
I felt like he had found another two inches of cock. All inside me.
Then he held on slopped and I felt his orgasm Menachem Begin.
Yes ! Yes ! Fuck me. Cum in me.
He grunted. Bucked his pelvic girdle. Once, hard. Twice, harder. Three times.. so deep into me.
Wonderful.
He collapsed onto me. I held him tight. My legs in the air. Arms around him. I kissed his neck.
Slowly he softened and then he pulled his putz out of my ass. Allowed my pegleg to shed back onto the bed.
We dozed together in blissful relaxation, then it was clock time to go out, as planned. Later we returned to his room and I slept in his arms.

During the next few months, whenever he had a layover, he would ride out with me. I never stopped feeling that unexplained attraction. Taking his cock in my back talk or ass was a pleasure I could n't get decent of. I always came when he fucked me. He made sure. He was such a considerate lover.
He showed me all over Denver. He took me out to eat, to the movies. To gay barroom. He liked to show me off. I was his boyfriend, and I had no trouble admitting it to myself. Maybe I was even in dearest, a niggling bit.
But, as we knew it would, my assignment came to an end. I left Mile-High City and returned to my consecutive life.
Nobody knew I had been exclusively, submissively gay for nearly 4 months. .
I 've never met another guy who attracted me. But sometimes I yearn to experience a man 's trunk over me. To take pecker. Get fucked. It 's decent to lie there and be made love to, sometimes .