I 'd only ever had contact with another man once in my lifespan. He was the sometime brother of a supporter of mine. I guess he was 29. I was a neophyte at USC.
I 'd gone to their sign one afternoon during the summer break of serve and everyone else was out. He answered the threshold in just a towel. I 'd guessed I 'd suffer him out of the shower.
I had always admired this guy.He had always been prissy to me even though he was a lot older. He asked me in to hold off, and I followed him up to his room.
He told me he 'd been jerking off when the doorbell rang and really wanted to cease what he 'd been doing when I interrupted him.
I said I would go downstairs and wait but I guess he decided to look at a probability. 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 strawman of me, naked.
I was amazed by all the whisker round his cock and balls. And his cock was so often bad.
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 turncock. 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 vertical member in my hand.
I could call back how it felt to have his hard shaft 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 through my hair.
He told me he was going to cum and stood to one side. His big hand came down and held my smaller one tight around his rooster 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 Brother got home.
College started up again a few calendar week later and it was never repeated. I 'd still see him from fourth dimension to time. We never mentioned it, but he remembered. I could tell from how he smiled at me when we met. It was a secret we shared.
And I pretty very much forgot about it. travel about the physical process of reaching my own maturity. Had plenty of lady friend.
I guess somewhere down deep I was left with an sake in doing something sexual with another guy.
I would search at bisexual smut. old salt off. Watching two guys going at it.
I 'd even crop a dildo into my ass a mates of times while I furiously jerked my dick. Liked how it felt.
But I 'd never establish 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 temporary assignment.
And he was there at the aircraft cabin room access, welcoming the passengers.
It was the weird feeling ... like a jolt of electricity. The moment I saw him I was attracted. And he could tell. He knew he 'd fascinate my eye.
I took my rear and tried to visualize out what had happened. I was hot for this man, in exactly the same way I would get hot for a sexy fair sex.
Tried to put it out of my mind and opened up the playscript I 'd brought with me.
We took off. I found myself casually leaning out and staring up the aisle of the carpenter's plane, trying to catch a glimpse of the shop 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 well-disposed. Put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down close to ask me if I wanted anything.
I could barely speak. Asked for coffee tree.
He leaned across to drive home a beverage to the man in the window keister, I felt his hip brush against me. Could smack his cologne.
He was making things worse for me, I was becoming erect.
When things were cleared away I got up to elongate my legs and hit the restroom.
He was working in the caboose at the backrest of the planer. Both lav on my slope were occupied and so I was just standing there.
He looked up and smiled.
Asked me if I had everything I needed. I was exquisitely, I said.
He told me I could come through the cookhouse 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, be active his hips towards me. Our crotches brushed against each other.
Now I needed the toilet more than ever. But not to piss.
I closed and locked the door and loosen my fly. My stopcock was hard and precum had lubricated the head Sir Thomas More than I could remember.
I slipped my prepuce back, the head of my member was slipperiness and shiny. Started to stroke myself.
Thinking about the sexy man just outside the door. The man who had just rubbed his putz against mine.
I came in seconds. Grabbing some tissues just in time to take hold of my cum and blockade it from covering the wall.
My cock stayed difficult, I could n't pee with it like that. Had to wait. Eventually I was able-bodied to puddle without soaking the ceiling. Pulled up my pants and flushed away the evidence of my perverted imagination.
I left the stall and he was still there. Smiling at me.
Asking if everything was OK. Better than OK ... I could n't intromit I had been masturbating, but I almost wanted to. Wanted to tell 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 week and staying in a business district hotel.
He made some suggestion for things to do and then offered to render me a yoke of places that evening, if I wanted, since he was on a stopover. Told him thanks and the name of my hotel. He said he knew it. In fact it was the Lapplander hotel the airline used for accommodating cabin crews. Perfect. We 'd assemble at the bar.
The repose of the flight of steps went OK, he and I exchanged looks and smiles a couple of clip. I was aroused to conceive of being alone with him, even though I had no cue what we might do together.
I sat there quietly amused that I 'd just get together the mile-high club - solo division.
I got myself checked in and had a shower, shave, etc. I took more aid than I might. Like I was preparing for a escort.
Went down to the bar to meet my new supporter.
He was already there, but still in uniform. Explained that it had taken some time to get out of workplace and deal off some paperwork, so he 'd only just arrived.
I said that was OK we could fit later if he wanted, but he said no, just come up to his room and I could look while he changed and then we could go on out to a place he knew.
I was OK with that. Followed him out of the bar to the elevator. And then his room.
I was in the hotel 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 tell I was shy. Could Tell I was surprised at myself ...
Asked me if I wanted to search my interest. I told him yes.
He went to take a exhibitioner and I sat watching TV.
When he came back into the sleeping room he was just wearing a brusk gown, toweling his whisker dry.
As his custody reached up to his head, the hem of his gown lifted and I was entranced first by his aphrodisiacal ass and then, as he turned around, his phallus - swinging between his thighs.
He stepped towards me and asked me what I wanted to do.
I reached out and took his cock in my hand. The remembering of my junior-high experience came to me.
I gripped and stroked his dick, feeling it inure in my palm.
Do you like it ? He asked ... yes, very practically. I looked up at him.
His hand came to my headland ... guiding me to his pecker.
It seemed like the most natural act to afford my lips and let him put his phallus in my mouth.
Felt exactly right. Like he was the person I 'd been waiting for.
I reached up and took his buttock in my hands. Pulling him into my mouth.
Felt his face grip as he thrust his cock.
After a few minutes, I pulled away.
Looked up at him.
I want you to jazz me.
He smiled down at me and told me OK. Told me to take away off my clothes.
He went to the john and came back with lube. 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 sure 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 stage. I spread for him.
My ass exposed.
My hammer was hard.
He dribbled lubrication onto his digit and started to gently massage it between the cheeks 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. typeface to face with me.
I felt his dick 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 lips.
Kiss me.
He leaned down. His lips found mine.
Kissed me hard as he finger-fucked my bequeath ass.
I broke the kiss. 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 charter 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 labor his hard penis up my ass.
The head of his hard cock entered me.
An inch.. two in ... going inside my ass.
Reaching up and grabbing my knee. Pulling them up on either English of him.
spread wider. Accepting his cock.
He moved his weapons system so that my stage were held in shoes above me.
My hands were free to strive down and take hold of his sexy bottom. I pulled him into me.
Felt his whole cock steadily entering me. Filling me up. Stretching me.
Oh yes.
Does it feel OK ?
Ohhhh yeah. perfect tense. Your rooster is perfect. You can hump me.
He started moving in and out. Slowly. Gently making love to me.
Sliding his pelvis down against my up-raised ass.
I was feeling the length of his heavy cock enter me.
Felt it stretching my asshole.
In and out.
In and out of my willing body.
He reached with one hired man and took my hard prick in his. Stroking me as he fucked me. I moaned and came.
Cum spilled out onto my chest. Dribbled down his knucks.
He was increasing the stride of his rhythm. Fucking into me as I rocked my organic structure to fill his thrusts.
He brought his fist up to my sass 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 intensity of his motion step-up again.
Held onto him tight. Moaned with delight. Still looking into his eyes. 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 pissed and I felt his climax begin.
Yes ! Yes ! Fuck me. Cum in me.
He grunted. Bucked his hips. Once, difficult. Twice, harder. Three times.. so deep into me.
Wonderful.
He collapsed onto me. I held him tight. My legs in the air. weaponry around him. I kissed his neck.
Slowly he softened and then he pulled his cock out of my ass. Allowed my stage to drop back onto the bed.
We dozed together in blissful ease, then it was time to go out, as planned. Later we returned to his room and I slept in his arms.

During the succeeding few months, whenever he had a layover, he would bide with me. I never stopped feeling that unexplained attraction. Taking his dick in my mouth or ass was a delight I could n't get sufficiency of. I always came when he fucked me. He made indisputable. He was such a considerate lover.
He showed me all over Denver. He took me out to eat, to the movies. To gay bars. He liked to establish me off. I was his boyfriend, and I had no trouble admitting it to myself. Maybe I was even in love, a minuscule bit.
But, as we knew it would, my assignment came to an end. I left Denver and returned to my straight life.
nonentity 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 body over me. To pack cock. Get fucked. It 's decent to lie there and be made love to, sometimes .