This is a true story of my first time with a guy. I 've not been with many guys ( just three ) and I 've only allowed one to imbue me ( the first one ), although I 've masturbated for and with respective other guys without any touching or reciprocatory bit. My first clock time sticks in my mind because, for me, it represented something completely new, way-out and highly erotic.

This happened in 2011. I 'd been living with a US-Iranian girl ( Iranian beginner, immigrant to US, and American language female parent ), but had never really trusted her. She 'd been involved in some pretty bad things prior to us meeting, and just before I met her I 'd gone through a jumpy and sudden separation from my wife, Aimee, so for me it was very much a backlash relationship. Anyway, she 'd moved out of my flat and was living with some booster, and although we texted most Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and still talked, the relationship was all but over ( it would be rekindled later, but that 's a different story ).

When I was n't at work, I found myself getting increasingly corneous. I 'd jack off all day, trawl the internet looking at porno and trying to ascertain girls to crochet up with. I had moderate succeeder - a threesome with a couple in a nearby Town, $ 60 for sex with my first off black-market woman, and some phone sex with some unknown, some of whom I think were men pretending to be women. One day, however, I stumbled upon some gay porn, and was surprised at how much it turned me on. I was mesmerized by what seemed to be a unbent guy being seduced in a van by a gay pornography star, being tricked into getting his dick sucked and then liking it so much that he ended up fucking the guy even though he seemed peeved when he found out it was all a whoremonger. Probably staged, I know, but it made me really horny.

I 'd had illusion about guys before, but had never acted on any of them. Coming from a very nonindulgent, conservative background, hooey like that was frowned up and condemned. However, I now found that my phantasy were getting frizzy, and I was becoming increasingly dire to try out and try new things.

I decided that Craigslist would be my best bet - I 'd looked for women on there ( without success, other than the said black missy whom I had to pay for ), but had never thought about looking for a man, although I was aware there was a `` men seeking men '' subdivision. When I finally posted on Craigslist, I did n't want to actually consume sex with a guy - I was more interested in getting naked, maybe touching his penis, and jerking off together. I got several reply ( one, oddly enough, from someone I knew, to whom I regrettably did not respond as I was afraid of being found out ), but no one I was really interested in. Some of the guys seemed too hairy or too fat, and it quickly became clear that I did n't know what I was looking for exactly. So I decided to repost my ad, but with some very honest and specific details, so I altered it to basically state that I was a bicurious Male, recently separated, and looking to experiment with a guy. I made it clearly I 'd never done anything like this before.

Again, I got several responses, but one caught my eye. It was from a guy who said his name was Greg. He said he was local to me, very discreet and clean and jerk, and that he 'd love to serve me explore my fantasies. He also said that he 'd be venerating and would not do or expect anything I did n't require to do. We messaged back and Forth for a while, and then I finally agreed to let him derive over to my flat late one afternoon.

I was nervous as the time approached. I was very horny, and it was all I could do to stop jerking off. I knew if I did, I would n't cease. I took a cold shower, scrubbed every in of myself, brushed my teeth, and waited for Greg to arrive. A few minutes before 4pm, I heard a fomite outside. I went to the window, and peaking through the blinds I saw a melanise SUV pulling up into the parking space beside my car. My phone beeped a few sec later - it was Greg, and the message just said `` here ''. I responded, `` come on up, apt 214 '', and watched as an gymnastic man got out of the SUV, well dressed ( shirt and tie ), fair shaven, salt and pepper hair, and top dog towards the stairs.

My heart began to quid out of my pectus, and I was really shaking. Could I really go through with this ? I thought to myself. I was wearing zilch but the towel from my shower, and was having grievous 2nd intellection, when I heard a light up tapping on the door.

'' dogshit '', I muttered to myself.

trembling, I went towards the room access. I could finger my gumshoe hardening under the towel, despite the nerves and endorsement thinking. I looked through the cheep hole and hesitated. I really wanted to do this, but I was scared I would n't like it or would really regret it later on. Honestly, I was at a juncture and wanted to both let Greg in and ignore him as well. I heard another tap at the door. In that instant, I made my thinker up - I would let him in. Shaking, and heart still pounding, I reached for the door handgrip, turned it, and opened the door slightly. Keeping my soundbox behind the door, I peered through the crack. Greg raised his hand and said `` Hi ''. I opened the door wider to let him in, still hiding my body behind the room access, and he slipped inside. I shut and locked the doorway behind him.

The doorway opened straight into my living room. My spokesperson shook as I asked Greg if he wanted a drink - he asked for weewee. I walked to the kitchen surface area ( surface plan apartment ) and retrieved a feeding bottle of cold water system from the electric refrigerator, then walked back and handed it to him.

'' You 're shaking, '' Greg observed.

'' Yes - I 'm aflutter, '' I replied.

Greg took a foresighted swig of the pee. `` Do n't be, '' he said when he was done. `` We 'll take it slow and we 'll just do what you feel comfortable with. ``

My heart was calming slightly but I could still feel it pounding.

'' How do we part ? '' I asked, feeling my voice shaking.

'' Well, how about you come over here to me ? '' said Greg. He was standing in the middle of the living elbow room. I walked slowly towards him, conscious that he was fully clothed and I just had a towel on. My dick started to harden, and I walked towards him. He put his hands on my shoulder, and slowly massaged them. He said, `` mmmmmm, you smell decent '', and slowly started to rub his handwriting over my neck, my back, and down my chest.

I began shaking again, but this time with prevision. I felt his hands reach my nipple, slowly brushing across each one, which sent a thrill down my spine, and then his deal continued to slowly do their way down my body. He rubbed them round down my back and across my belly, pulling me in closer, until his helping hand reached the top of the towel. It was tied in a air mile at the face, and his left handwriting slowly made its way over there, pulling at the mi until it came undone. I felt the towel slowly slip away from my physical structure, the fall delayed slightly as my cock was released and sprung to attention. I could feel the AC on my bare ass.

I inhaled sharply, turned on by the fact that I was standing in front of another man naked. I think the sensation was heightened by the fact that he was still fully clothed - I found something highly erotic about that. I could feel the towel around my fundament. The next affair I know, Greg had taken a footstep closer and I could finger his breathing time on my neck. It was hot, and sent a feeling like electricity down my spine. I shivered. I felt my turncock come to his clothed leg, then I felt his hands on my again, exploring my back, and slowly tracing there way once more from my neck, traveling down to my dresser, then my belly. I thought he was going to grab my cock, but he did n't. Instead, he slowly traced his fingertips around my waist, and started to knead my prat. He kept doing this for a few moments, then I felt his lips on my neck opening, his hot breathing spell and spit teasing my skin, making me shiver even more.

Suddenly, he became a little more forceful, and I felt him spinning me around to face away from me. His left wing hand continued to massage my ass, while his right bridge player reached around and slowly teased the wide length of my cock, before taking it firmly in his hand and starting to wreak it back and forth.

A moan escaped my sassing, and I found myself grinding my ass against his hand and alternately thrusting forward into his cupped mitt. I was so turned on I could barely remain firm it - I was being dropped and jerked off by a fully clothed man while standing naked in my sustenance room. My breathing was coming hard and fast, and I was afraid I would cum, but before I could get there I felt Greg start to still off, until he finally let go of me completely.

'' How did that feel ? '' he asked.

'' Incredible ! '' I replied.

I was heroic for Thomas More - I felt Greg 's work force grasp my shoulders, tilt my top dog to the position, and he started to kiss my neck again, soft at low, but soon becoming more passionate and animalistic. My cock was still difficult, but it was n't being touched, it just kind of stood out straight in front of me. Without meaning to, I pushed my ass back towards Greg, and found myself grinding against his hard peter through his bloomers. I could finger it rubbing against my ass, teasing my crack, and knew it wanted to be uncaged.

Trembling, I broke away from Greg, turned around, got on my knees in front of him, and fumbled at his belt, finally unfastening it, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and slowly peeling the drawers away from his body, pushing them down to his articulatio talocruralis. I gently felt and rubbed his cock through his underwear ( Jockey shorts ), before slowly peeling them away. I watched as his intemperate cock came into view, and exhaled sharply when it sprung to tending just inches from my face. I gazed at it, the purpose mushroom-shaped cloud foreland pulsating as it invited me in. I ran my script up the interior of his leg, and slowly reached in towards his erect member. It twitched as I touched it, and Greg let out a weighed down sigh. It felt so full and so different in my hand. Not for sure what to do, I started to slowly work it back and forth, hearing Greg sigh and groan and breath heavily as I did so. I watched the hole at the tip, watching the peel slideway back over the mushroom cloud head, fascinated and mental object to keep open doing it. Greg, however, had former ideas.

'' Do you require to suck in it ? '' he asked.

I hesitated, but then slowly nodded. Greg took a small-scale whole step closer, presenting his rooster to me, I let go of it, started to rub his pegleg and ass, and leaned in towards him. I felt the tip of the cock mite my sealed rim, and pulled back quickly.

'' It 's ok, '' Greg said, `` Just take it easy. ``

Slowly, I moved towards it, still on my knees. I looked at it for a few mo, before opening my oral cavity and slowly taking the tip inside me. It felt warm and tasted slightly of salt. I loved it. I teased the tip with my tongue, feeling Greg shiver and lead off to moan. I slowly eased my back talk over the rest of him, and before I knew it he 'd buried about 6 column inch of himself in my throat. My glossa began to furiously lick him up and down, and I moved my caput back and forth on his erection, loving the feel of him sliding in and out. I could feel my own cock still hard, and reached down to flirt with myself while I continued to roughly give suck him off.

I have no cue how long this went on for, but I felt Greg stiffen slightly and pull away from me.

'' Slow down, tiger, I do n't want to cum yet. '' He pulled me to my human foot, and started to undress himself. His wearing apparel came off one by one, until they were discarded on a down on the floor of my keep way. I gazed at his nakedness, drinking him in, heart throbbing, lather beginning to glisten on my soundbox, aching for whatever came next.

Greg closed the distance between us, and I felt him take my hammer in his deal. I did the same with his, and we slowly jerked each other off, enjoying each early 's manliness. Greg then pushed my hand away, put his hard cock over the top of mine, and started to slowly pleasance us both. Feeling my surd cock next to his was unbelievable - there are no wrangle to describe how erotic it was. I thrust forward to meet his every push, and could feel my cocking pulsating in his hand.

'' Where 's your bedchamber ? ``, I heard Greg say.

'' Through here, '' I said, noting that my voice was still shaking. I led him towards my sleeping room. I was very conscious that I was naked and he was looking at my ass if I walked. I felt completely exposed, but loved it. I knew that he wanted me, and that made it even better. We entered the bedroom. Unsure of what to do next, I sat on the border of the bed. Greg then took kick, clambered on the bed beside me, pushed me down onto my back, then laid on his side. He pulled me towards him, and I turned, reaching for his putz, feeling his strong hands on my spinal column pulling me in, and before I knew it his oral cavity had found my own and his tongue was inside my mouth. My tongue sought out his, and soon we were kissing passionately, pulling on each other 's shaft. My body was thrusting and grinding against his. I 'd not felt anything like it before this point.

Soon, our kissing broke. I was breathing so heavily I felt like I was gasping for air. Even though the kissing stopped, my soundbox continued to grind and thrust. I felt my branch opening and knew I wanted to feel him inside me.

'' If I go gently, can I fuck you ? '' asked Greg.

'' Yes ! '' I said. I was nervous, frightened even, but desperate for this experience. I fumbled around in my beside table drawer and retrieved a condom and some lube - I had stipulated secure sex only. I laid on my back and played with my cock while Greg worked the condom onto his pulsating putz, then took a generous helping of lubricating substance and rubbed it up and down his shaft.

'' Turn over, '' he said gently. I did, getting on all fours. Greg took charge again, raising my ass up and pushing my head down. I could feel my dick pounding, but did n't screw what to expect. I then felt pressure level against my ass hole - I tickled around the rim, making me shiver, but then the pressure came and I knew that he was trying to slowly and gently record me. I kept my ass up, and could slowly feel my ass chess opening and his dick entering. It was a tardily procedure, and it hurt, but it also felt salutary at the Lapp time.

'' Is it in ? '' I remember asking.

'' Almost, you 're really soaked, '' said Greg, breathing heavily. I felt a little thrust at that point, then a tingling electric sensation inside me. I knew he 'd hit my prostate - he then slowly started to work back and forth, pushing in and out, in and out. I could experience both pain and pleasure - it 's intemperately to describe, but I knew I did n't require him to stop. I began to advertize back hard against him, feeling him sliding board, first all the way in, then all the way out, slowly at first, then building up speed.

I began to grunt and groan - I could find his physical mass above me, dominating and controlling me - even if I 'd wanted to stop at this point, I could n't induce gotten him off me, so I was at his command. I fumbled around for my own dick, and realised it was semi-hard, but as he continued to fuck me I felt something build and build inside me, a pleasurable pressure that just would n't still up and kept gaining in intensiveness. Greg was now fucking me concentrated and fast, concentrated and faster and faster and I was thrusting against him. I felt an odd sensation continue to build in me, my cock still only semi-hard, but within mo I felt spurt after spurt of my own cum coming out of my dick, covering my sheets, as Greg continued to Cypriot pound. I could sense him building up and then he slumped on top of me, spent, and I felt his shaft twitch and squirt inside me, his cum caught by the condom.

Release was amazing - I felt physically exhausted and totally content. I laid flat on my stomach, my own cum sticking to my leg and groin, and Greg slumped on top of me, his tool still in my ass, slowly softening. When he finally pulled out, I rolled over, and watched as he took the condom off. It was fully of cum. My ass felt funny, all lubed up and viscous, and it burned slightly, but I knew that I wanted that experience again and again and again.

Greg left without saying much else, but did say he was useable any time for a repeat performance.

I never saw him again - he never responded to any school text, although I did see him around once or twice with whom I can only assume were his wife and Thomas Kid. He was my first guy, my first top, and gave me the courage to try new things. I still think about that experience when I masturbate, and although I 'm now married again, I do still occasionally get together with another man for a reciprocal masturbation seance - I never learn their names, and only see them once. No one knows this about me - it 's my colly little secret .