It was late on a Fri night, back in the 90s.
The ride home from my regular bar involved two bus. I usually walked the second leg and it gave me a fortune to drop into the erotic rule book store... if I went a occlusion or two out of my way. Which I did, pretty much every time.
The shop sold all types of material and I'd taken to buying gay magazines. I'd never done anything with another guy, but I got excited by seeing men sucking cocks and fucking.
I'd been going in there from time to prison term for a couple of years. To begin with, I'd just only picked out straight porno, but then I started drifting over to the gay surgical incision and briefly browsing there.
Later I'd spend more time looking at the pictures of raw men and their set up penises and finally, a few months before, I allowed myself to actually buy gay porn. Two magazines and a VHS.
Paul, at the counter, had looked at me and smiled a knowing smile.
" You're finally taking the plunge, I see. It took you prospicient enough. "
I guess he'd watched my progress over the month.
I felt ashamed as I paid him and left with the guilty bag under my arm. And yet I knew that I would soon be stroking my cock as I looked at other men.
I had an erection as I walked home.

It was an intense weekend, that first time. I stroked my cock and came to the mental picture of men. Some just posing, some engaged in sex acts with others. All with glorious cocks.
I allowed myself to admire them. Let my suppression go and reveled in the appreciation of these stud poker with their immense, tough nitty-gritty on display.
I masturbated to orgasm four times before I got to the end of the videotape.
It was Sunday evening by then and I was exhausted. It seemed like I had only stopped to eat and log Z's for two 24-hour interval, the rest of the sentence I'd been jerking my permanently intemperate dick. It had been fantastically erotic and I knew I was hooked on gay porn.

I started to imagine taking part in the action. What would I desire to do ?
I couldn't decide. It all excited me.
I wanted to suck shaft. I wanted to find a man's mouth on mine.
I wanted to slip my erect phallus between the pissed smooth muscled cheek of a yellowish brown man's ass and fuck him, and I enjoyed imagining a strong, manly man pushing his cock into me.

One night I bought a dildo and some lubricant. Paul smiled again as he took my money.
He knew. He knew my enigma. He knew how far my experimentation was going.
The prediction, walking place was almost unbearable. I was going to do it myself for the inaugural fourth dimension.
But I began to doubt myself. doubt who I was.
I'd only ever had girlfriend. I'd never been attracted to men.
I still wasn't. I didn't walk of life along the street and mark off out guys. I looked at, admired, lusted for female person.
But when I got to my building, I didn't sec conjecture myself, the excitement was high and my cock was fuddled as I hurried up from the pressure group to my apartment.

I wasted no time. Stripped naked and took my growing collection of magazines out of their hiding place.
My cock was hard and bouncing up and down as I walked through to my bedroom where the freshly unboxed sex toy awaited me.
The first thing I did was hold it in my hand. I stroked up and down, imagining a real stopcock in my hand. I held it against my own hard cock. It was freehanded. Bigger than I'd expected. I held it against myself and stroked both together.
And then I took the dildo and put it to my lips. Opened my sassing and started sucking on it.
Yes, yes ! I was doing it ! Sucking a prick. Like I'd imagined.
I stroked myself to orgasm quickly as I sucked off the big rubber dildo. My cum shot up onto my hairless chest of drawers and began trickling back down towards my groin.
I'd never eaten my own cum before, but it seemed like the flop thing now. I scooped up some of my cum and slathered it on the dildo. Then I put it back into my back talk. Sucking a cock and tasting cum for the starting time time.
I rested for a few minutes, after my orgasm but sucking the cock and pretending it was one of the attractive men in my mag brought me back quickly.

And now it was meter, I knew, to see if I could get this toy into myself. To find out if I liked it, and not just the fantasy.
It took a spell before I was able to take the rubber cock into my ass all the way.
I lay on my book binding with my legs apart but it was awkward.
Eventually I figured out to sit myself down on the retrousse dildo and lower myself slowly.
It was painful. I hadn't figured out how to unstrain. And I needed more lube.
I rubbed on a whole lot and also rubbed some onto my ass.
Then with my slippery finger I pushed into my own ass and lubed myself even more. This was the first clock time I had ever fingered myself. I enjoyed it even as I felt shame for being such a deviant.
But I couldn't stop. I wanted this, I knew.
I positioned the stopcock against my anus and lay back again. This time bending my leg and using my hound to put unshakable pressure on the end of the dildo as I lay there.
My hands were on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as I finally managed to get the head into me and then - much more easily - the shaft.
I was triumphal ! I had done it. I had a big prick in my ass.
I bent my leg further and my dog pushed the dildo deeper.
I loved how it felt. The size of it of it stretching my ass.
I stroked my hard prick with the dildo filling my rump, and quickly felt myself cumming.
The intense belief that emanated from my ring made my orgasm impregnable than I had ever felt.
I understood why some men like to be fucked, then.
And I realized I was one of them.

My purchases at the porn storehouse became exclusively male.
I guess because it was always the like day and time that I went in there, it was generally Alice Paul at the counter.
He'd gotten to know me and my preferences. We usually chatted now, as he bagged up my purchases.
Not about sex, just banter. Where I'd been... what was on for the weekend. Guy stuff.
He was a lot aged than me, but he was nice.
Then here we were, late on a Friday nighttime, back in the 90s.
I was later than common, but I still was horny for some new stroke material. These Fri shopping slip were my ritual, now.

Paul told me I was too late.
" Sorry, I was just closing up. "
" I won't be long, I promise. " I told him.
" Yeah, but I already cashed out. Sorry. "
He began turning out the lights in the store.
I was disappointed. Then he made me an offer.
" I'll let you have something better, if you want. "
" What's that ? " I asked.
" The real thing. "
Oh man. Did I have the nerve ? What should I do ? I stood there.
I didn't tell him no. Didn't leave. He knew. It was tacit espousal of his offer.
He went and locked up the social movement threshold, came back to me and took my hand. The streetlights outside dimly lit us as he looked me in the eye and gently spoke.
" seminal fluid on. I know you want to. I think it's time. "

He led me to the backward room. There was a table and death chair and small stove and a sofa.
He closed the door and turned on the brightness. I felt so exposed.
" Can we do it with the igniter off ? " I asked him.
He turned off the overhead light source and a switched on a 30 watt nightlight.
" Is that OK ? "
" Yes, thanks. "
" You're shy, aren't you ? "
" Yes. I never did this before. "
" I figured. But you want to. I know you do. "
My voice was barely above a whisper as I admitted to someone else, for the first sentence, that I wanted to live homosexual action.
" Yes. "
His hand came up to my face and he gently caressed my cheek.
" What do you desire to do ? "
My solvent was the Truth, but it was a big admission.
" I don't know, it all excites me. "
" I'm versatile, " he said " but I think I'd like to be the first man to fuck you. I've watched you for months and you're very sexy. "
" Thanks ! "
It was all I could think of to say, but I was immediately aroused to think that this man found me attractive.
" We'll go wearisome, if you have the time. "
" All night. I want you to designate me everything. "

He took me in his arms in the dim light and kissed me on the backtalk, then led me to the couch.
I stood, submissively, and allowed him to undress me. Then watched in silent wind up anticipation as he removed his own clothes.
He may have been older than me, but his body was fine, and when I caught my first coup d'oeil of his cock, I reached another level of arousal.
It was beautiful. Perfect. The form that most turned me on when I looked at my gay magazines.
I sat and he moved towards me. Stood right hand there in front line of me. His cock just a few inch from my face.
" Touch it. I know you want to. "
He was right on. I reached up and allowed my fingers to bear on another man's erect penis. Then my deal went around him and I held his marvelous hard cock in my fist.
A real rooster. Stroking him. So attractive, it was like a magnet to my mouth. I kissed his tool up and down its length. Then took him into my backtalk. Sucking it. Sucking off a man.
He towered over me, held my head teacher and thrust his putz between my backtalk.
I reached up and gripped his manly buttocks as his shaft went in and out of my mouth. This was so a lot undecomposed than my dildo.
I loved feeling his ass in my work force, then running my palms down and over his thigh.
Strong and hairy. A man. Touching a man's body. Feeling his muscles.

I reached up and fondled his balls as his shaft continued in and out of my mouth.
Sucking him. Touching him. Caressing his all right body.
I felt precum almost flooding out of my tool. I wanted to stroke myself, but I was enjoying the sensation of touching him.
He slowed his movements and released his wait on my fountainhead. He pulled his stopcock from my puffy sassing and leaned down. I lifted my face to his and he kissed me deeply.
I felt his lingua enter my mouth and then he lowered himself to the couch. advertize me down onto my binding and laid himself on top of me.
His arms went up and under my shoulders and he pressed a thigh between mine, spreading my legs.
Our cocks were against each other. His, wet with my saliva, mine, slipperiness with precum. I humped against him. Feeling our hard shafts cutaneous senses and rub. His sass stayed on mine the whole time. His candy kiss were pressing and intense and more meaningful than any female child's.

He broke off after a while and whispered into my ear.
" I'm going to lie with you now. "
" Yes ! Yes I want it. " I admitted.
He had some lube and covered his tool with it as I watched. Then he reached between my legs and rubbed some more on my buttocks hole.
I spread my legs wider.
He climbed between.
Our eyes locked as he reached down between us to run his hard cock to my ass.
" I've been practicing for this here and now " I told him.
" Then you know you'll like it. " He pressed himself into me.
I relaxed and felt his full shaft slip up my ass. Oh my god... so salutary.
" YES ! I like it. I love it ! "
" sugariness boy. "
" shag me. I love how your cock feels. I love how my ass feels with your prick in it. "
He fucked me.

He fucked my ass. I lay there, under him and felt his cock going in, and in, and in, and into me. Fucking me.
He told me how commodity I felt. He told me how excited it made him to be fucking me, at go.
I held onto his neck and pulled him down onto me. I looked over his shoulder and watched his aphrodisiacal bum as it went up and down with his thrusting cock impaling my virgin ass.
I lifted my legs and raised myself off the shock absorber. He reached back and caught one leg in the crook of his arm, keeping me filch and making it possible for him to drive his cock even deeper.
He went faster. I bucked against him, keeping pace.
His cock was hitting somewhere inside me that seemed to give me a permanent climax. Cum was trickling from my cock. Cum and precum combined.
A steady stream of fluid, dribbling out of me and onto my belly as he fucked me, fucked me, fucked me. I locked my legs behind him. Clasped my arms labialize his berm.
I was almost lifted off the couch with how fast I held him.
He fucked and fucked and fucked my ass.
In and out and in and in and deep and deeper and then yelled out...
" Do you need it ? "
" Cum ! " I told him. " Cum in me. Make me yours. "
I held on tighter still and he took one more concentrated deep thrust and stayed there, grinding himself into me as his cum guessing out and filled my bottom.
Fantastic. I felt ended.
" So good. " he told me.
" So good. " I agreed, breathlessly.

He stayed there, on top of me. His pecker in my ass. I laid under him and pulled him back down. This metre, I initiated the kissing.
We remained that way for respective blissful minute and I felt his penis soften and head-shrinker and he slowly withdrew from my body.
He climbed up and stood. I was on the couch, looking up at him. My leg still wide apart. Unashamed.
He handed me a towel. I felt like a jade, sticky with cum, and was enjoying it. I decided not to wipe it off. I just got dressed, pulling my wearing apparel over the mess.
My cum was sticky on my pectus and belly and in my pubic pilus. I felt his cum seeping out of my ass, soaking my briefs.
" I have to go, " he told me.
" Me too, I guess. "
We walked to the door, he unlocked it and let us out before closing up shop again.
He kissed me once more, right there in the street. I kissed back, not caring who might see.
We parted there and I walked to my apartment on unsteady peg. Relishing the remainder superstar in my ass. Smiling to myself. Having a secret from the few early people I saw on the street. Yes, I'd just been fucked. I took it in the ass. And it was the respectable thing ever.

It wasn't the lone time we were together. It was just the beginning.
I still have girlfriends, but Paul is a invariant in my spirit now.
We sleep together often, at his office or mine. We fuck and suck and fondle and stroke each other.
His ass is as sexy and arousing as any in the magazines I have bought and he likes to be fucked. I enjoy fucking him, shooting my cum into him.
He is an fantabulous cocksucker too. I have cum into his mouth many times.
His dick is wondrous and attractive and I love how it feels in my hand and mouth.
But when he fucks me... when I feel him impaling my ass with his beautiful meat... I'm in Shangri-la.