I 'd only ever had link with another man once in my life. He was the older brother of a Friend of mine. I guess he was 29. I was a newcomer at USC.
I 'd gone to their sign of the zodiac one good afternoon during the summertime gaolbreak and everyone else was out. He answered the room access in just a towel. I 'd guessed I 'd gotten him out of the cascade.
I had always admired this guy.He had always been Nice to me even though he was very much older. He asked me in to wait, and I followed him up to his room.
He told me he 'd been jerking off when the doorbell rang and really wanted to terminate what he 'd been doing when I interrupted him.
I said I would go downstairs and time lag but I guess he decided to pack a fortune. 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 whisker round his cock and globe. And his turncock was so often bigger.
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 tool. 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 shaft 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 laborious prick.
Then he asked me if I wanted to stroke it. I could n't serve myself ... I reached up and took his erect penis in my hand.
I could remember how it felt to go for his hard prick in my hand. I stroked him up and down and he encouraged me with his words and by putting his hand on my head and running his finger's breadth through my hair.
He told me he was going to cum and stood to one English. His big hand came down and held my little one tight around his cock 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 groom and we went downstairs and played on the Atari until his pal got home.
College started up again a few weeks later and it was never repeated. I 'd still see him from meter to time. We never mentioned it, but he remembered. I could severalise from how he smiled at me when we met. It was a mysterious we shared.
And I pretty much forgot about it. Went about the process of reaching my own maturity. Had plenty of girlfriends.
I guess somewhere down deep I was left with an interest in doing something intimate with another guy.
I would await at bisexual smut. gob off. Watching two guys going at it.
I 'd even play a dildo into my ass a couple 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 fair sex. Never turned to discipline out a guy passing me on the street. nada like that.
Until this one time when I was about 25.
I was flying to Mile-High City for a temp assignment.
And he was there at the aircraft cabin room access, welcoming the passengers.
It was the unearthly opinion ... like a jolt of electricity. The bit I saw him I was attracted. And he could tell. He knew he 'd caught my eye.
I took my hindquarters and tried to compute out what had happened. I was hot for this man, in exactly the Saame way I would get hot for a sexy woman.
Tried to put it out of my judgement and opened up the book I 'd brought with me.
We took off. I found myself casually leaning out and staring up the aisle of the plane, trying to hitch a glimpse of the flight attendant who 'd had such an event 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 helping hand on my shoulder joint and leaned down close to ask me if I wanted anything.
I could barely speak. Asked for coffee.
He leaned across to birth a potable to the man in the window seat, I felt his hip coppice against me. Could sense his Cologne.
He was making things worse for me, I was becoming erect.
When affair were cleared away I got up to extend my legs and hit the restroom.
He was working in the cookhouse at the back of the plane. Both john on my side of meat were occupied and so I was just standing there.
He looked up and smiled.
Asked me if I had everything I needed. I was hunky-dory, I said.
He told me I could come through the galley to get to a vacant bathroom. It was tight in there, he turned to confront me as I passed him. I felt him, just ever so slightly, impress his rose hip towards me. Our genitals brushed against each other.
Now I needed the toilet more than ever. But not to puddle.
I closed and locked the doorway and undid my fly. My cock was hard and precum had lubricated the head more than I could remember.
I slipped my prepuce back, the head of my penis was slick and glazed. Started to stroke myself.
Thinking about the sexy man just outside the door. The man who had just rubbed his hammer against mine.
I came in seconds. Grabbing some tissue paper just in clip to catch my cum and block off it from covering the wall.
My cock stayed voiceless, I could n't pee with it like that. Had to wait. Eventually I was able to take a leak without soaking the cap. Pulled up my pants and flushed away the evidence of my perverted imagination.
I left the cubicle 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 evidence him I had stroked myself to an orgasm thinking about him.
We got to chatting a little and I told him I was going to be in Denver for some weeks and staying in a downtown hotel.
He made some suggestions for matter to do and then offered to show me a couple of places that evening, if I wanted, since he was on a layover. Told him thanks and the gens of my hotel. He said he knew it. In fact it was the same hotel the airline used for accommodating cabin crowd. perfect tense. We 'd fit at the bar.
The rest of the flight went OK, he and I exchanged feeling and smiles a span of times. I was aroused to think 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 club - solo division.
I got myself checked in and had a cascade, shave, etc. I took more care than I might. Like I was preparing for a date.
Went down to the bar to see my new friend.
He was already there, but still in uniform. Explained that it had taken some prison term to get out of work and manus 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 wait while he changed and then we could go on out to a billet he knew.
I was OK with that. Followed him out of the bar to the elevator. And then his way.
I was in the hotel room of another man. A man who had somehow aroused me. A day of low.
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 Tell I was shy. Could William Tell I was surprised at myself ...
Asked me if I wanted to explore my interest. I told him yes.
He went to take a lavish and I sat watching TV.
When he came back into the bedroom he was just wearing a short-change robe, toweling his fuzz dry.
As his deal reached up to his principal, the hem of his gown lifted and I was entranced first by his sexy ass and then, as he turned around, his penis - swinging between his thigh.
He stepped towards me and asked me what I wanted to do.
I reached out and took his cock in my handwriting. The memory of my junior-high experience came to me.
I gripped and stroked his cock, feeling it harden in my palm.
Do you like it ? He asked ... yes, very much. I looked up at him.
His hand came to my headspring ... guiding me to his cock.
It seemed like the most raw act to open my back talk and let him put his member in my backtalk.
Felt exactly right. Like he was the someone I 'd been waiting for.
I reached up and took his can in my hands. Pulling him into my mouth.
Felt his nerve clench as he thrust his cock.
After a few moment, 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 look at off my clothes.
He went to the john 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 surely 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 pegleg. I spread for him.
My ass exposed.
My putz was hard.
He dribbled lubrication onto his finger and started to gently knead it between the nerve of my ass.
He eyes never left mine as he rubbed and then began probing.
Pushing, 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. Face to face with me.
I felt his putz rubbing against mine.
Felt his arm between us as he continued .... his finger pumping in and out of my ass.
I held him to me. Lifted my face. Lifted my sassing.
buss me.
He leaned down. His sass found mine.
Kissed me voiceless as he finger-fucked my volition ass.
I broke the buss. 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 train my virginity.
So mellisonant. 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 finger's breadth left my ass.
I felt him gripping his voiceless cock and spatial relation it against my ass.
I nodded. Telling him to go on. Telling him to push his hard penis up my ass.
The heading of his heavily cock entered me.
An inch.. two inch ... going inside my ass.
Reaching up and grabbing my knee. Pulling them up on either incline of him.
spreading wider. Accepting his cock.
He moved his arms so that my pegleg were held in place above me.
My hands were justify to accomplish down and grab his sexy bottom. I pulled him into me.
Felt his unit cock steadily entering me. Filling me up. Stretching me.
Oh yes.
Does it feel OK ?
Ohhhh yeah. Perfect. Your turncock is perfect. You can bed me.
He started moving in and out. Slowly. Gently making love to me.
Sliding his hips down against my up-raised ass.
I was feeling the distance of his hard shaft enter me.
Felt it stretching my asshole.
In and out.
In and out of my willing body.
He reached with one hand and took my hard pecker in his. Stroking me as he fucked me. I moaned and came.
Cum spilled out onto my chest. 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 clenched fist up to my sass and I licked my own cum off his handwriting.
He rubbed what was left onto my lips and Kuki-Chin and then leaned down and licked it off. Then locked his mouth on mine.
I felt the intensity of his motility growth again.
Held onto him tight. Moaned with pleasure. Still looking into his eye. Sending him non-verbal messages.
Cum.
Cum in my ass.
stopping point it. shtup 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 column inch of cock. All inside me.
Then he held on tight and I felt his orgasm begin.
Yes ! Yes ! Fuck me. Cum in me.
He grunted. Bucked his rosehip. Once, backbreaking. Twice, harder. Three times.. so deep into me.
Wonderful.
He collapsed onto me. I held him tight. My stage in the air. sleeve around him. I kissed his neck.
Slowly he softened and then he pulled his cock out of my ass. Allowed my legs to drop back onto the bed.
We dozed together in blissful relaxation method, then it was meter 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 stop, he would stay with me. I never stopped feeling that unexplained attraction. Taking his cock in my lip or ass was a joy I could n't get enough 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 motion-picture show. To gay taproom. He liked to show me off. I was his boyfriend, and I had no trouble admitting it to myself. Maybe I was even in love, a little bit.
But, as we knew it would, my assignment came to an end. I left Denver and returned to my straight life.
Nobody knew I had been exclusively, submissively gay for nearly 4 calendar month. .
I 've never met another guy who attracted me. But sometimes I yearn to feel a man 's physical structure over me. To take in cock. Get fucked. It 's nice to lie there and be made love to, sometimes .