It was in September, 2000, and I was about to turn 25 soon. I had started an exchange visitor program in a University in Dallas, Texas. Getting acquainted with a butch lesbian some time earlier, I learned that there was a Gay Support Group on campus. She offered to show me, and I accepted. There, I met a person who was going to play a major role in my sexual development, eventually. He was 29 at the time, with black hair and olive skin, was taller than me--about 6,2, and as I was to learn eventually, very hairy. I did not really notice him at the begining. I guess, I was more interested in the Americans there, and he turned out to be Mexican. His english was poor, and probably that was a reason he kept his trap shut. He seemed very troubled as well, tortured by some sort of hidden thoughts that I was to never unveil. On the way out, he gestured in an old-fashioned manner towards me, letting me pass before him. I was surprised and felt nicely, though did not really get to think on it. It was two months later, near the end of the semester, when I was already done with my tasks, when I rememberd him, and invited him over to my place for some drink and a meal. He had kept on showing interest in me on previous occasions, and soon after our room gathering I came to him, that I liked him. He responded, and that is how I got in bed with a really hot mate. One evening we got to watch a gay movie in his room. He made me do the first step, and caress is head. Then we talked and decided to give it a try. We got naked. He had a lovely cock, about an inch longer than mine, and with balls hidden in his body. He smelled nicely.
A. was his name, and he turned out to be a very passionate man sucking my cock in a sixtynine, and making me moan with pleasure. We both came, and then drifted off to sleep. I had a restless night--it was very hot in the room, and I did not sleep well, but liked the feeling of his body next to mine. He was amiable, and I loved the tickle of his beard over my face. The next day I was flying in the sky of happiness, feeling cared and loved. It was a wonderful feeling.
In the evening, he asked me to have dinner at his place. We did. Then, he had me go to the bathtub, and start the shower. I was in for another surpise. He got naked with me, and started soaping me. I was in his hands, like dough ready to be shaped in any form he could have wished. He got down on me and started sucking on my cock, his soapy hands travelling all over my body. It felt marvelous. Then he did sometheing I did not expect--while caressing my balls, he slid a finger up my ass. The unexpected thrill of someone taking the initiative, and pleasuring me the way I liked it, nearly made me collapse over him. He kept on sucking me and fingering me, untll I warned him that I was going to cum--he withdrew and I started spurting all over. I could not belive the feelings he brought in me, and was beside me with joy and fulfillment. After I recovered, it was his turn and I did not hesitate. I went down on him, and peeled the skin revealing a beautiful, mushroom shaped head. I engulfed it, he moaned. I loved the feeling of his cock, sliding in my mouth. He got exited. Soon, he was furiously jerking off and not so long after, he was coming all over me, and the tub. We were satiated at least for a while. He was having a strong sex drive-- possilbly, as strong as mine and that was a stimulus for me, as well.
he next night we were in my room, preparing for fun, after having a meal, cooked by my modest persona. We got naked, and started making out. I went down on him, having this crazy idea of sucking the cum out of him. He had a lovely cock, and I loved chewing on it. We were sucking and licking each other, and he offered to eat my ass. I was not sure how clean I was, so I temporarily declined (eventually, I was to be sent to Heaven with his lips circling around my anus, and with his tongue probing my stretching ass hole). We stuck to sixtynining. I was sucking him, when I sensed that he may be close. He warned me, that he is cumming. I swallowed him deeper, and he started gushing spurt after spurt in my mouth and down my throat. It felt fantastic!!! His cum was tasty, and I was slurping it happily. I felt good. He handeld me util I came, then we fell asleep with him hugging me from behind in a dreamy bear hug. The next day or so, we discussed fucking. He was not certain he wanted to get fucked at the time, because of a bad experience in the past. I told him that I can do it gently, and he was left to think about it. Meanwhile, I told him that I would like to try him up my ass. We had condoms, and no lube. I did not really need any, for I wanted to try it rough. Eventually, he was to find some for a lenghtier act ( the friction of his 8" cock sliding up my ass was bringing me such pleasure, that I was quickly comming, leaving him to finish up by hand). He wanted to fill me up with his cum, eventhough he was wearing a condom. I offered to go bareback but he was affraid, and declined. The first fuck was everywhere around the room, fucking like rabbits. Needless to say, I was in a state of pure bliss having my ass rubbed, and jacking off. It was a dream come true. Soon however, he was to leave Dallas for Mexico, going to see his pregnant sister in Cancun. I flew north, all the way to Chicago where my cousin from childhood memories was working in some sort of a computer agency. We had some good time together remebering things, although she had a boyfriend at the time with whom she was constantly arguing. Eventually, they split.
I was back in Dallas after New Year's Eve, and was waiting for my beary cock-holder to come back from his native land. Near the mid of January, he returned. I was ready, and he was too. He had brought lube, determined to cum in my ass.
We had a lovely time, and eventually, he confessed that he wants to fuck me. I agreed. Naked in the dark, he started rubbing his cock all over my face with pre-cum leaking all over it. Eventually, he got up and prepared his cock for action. I was in waiting, in some sort of a bliss. He slid it in, and I must admitt that with lube was indeed, better.
I guess, I had the fuck of my life that night. It was hot, filthy, manly, hairy, smelly, and I with my legs over his shoulders came without touching myself at all--something I had never done before. He came almost simultaneously, inside me. Eventually, when he pulled I hated it. It made me feel empty! He whiped out my ass, and we cuddled for the night. Surpisingly, after that fantastic night, he lost interest and we separated.
The End