I've posted a few stories on the Nifty Archives. For the most part, they have been true, with the exception of one fantasy story. I have received many messages from readers and I'd like to express my appreciation for your kind words and encouragement. This will be an attempt to capture my first experience and relate it in as much detail as I can remember
Just a note: There is no mention of condoms here. That's because there weren't any used. This ws because we were both tested regualary (courtesy of the US Navy) and knew each other well.
I was six months away from my thirtieth birthday, married with a young child and one on the way. Although I was satisfied with my marriage, I was and always have been attracted to men and curious about male-to-male sex. I occasionally frequented adult bookstores to view gay movies and had purchased some gay literature.
I was also in the US Naval Submarine Service and stationed aboard a submarine in Charleston, SC. I had been in the Navy for over ten years, when a "new kid" checked onboard. He was 24 years old, 5' 10" 180 lbs., light brown hair, brilliant green eyes, and a great smile. Oh yeah, and his name was Don.
It was just about Thanksgiving and it was customary for my family to invite one or more junior guys over to dinner, if they were not able to get home for the holiday. I had found Don to be friendly, a fast learner, and a hard worker with a good sense of humor. I already considered him a friend although he had just recently joined our crew. I invited him for Thanksgiving dinner at my home and he accepted.
He was a perfect guest in that he arrived when he was supposed to, brought a small gift, ate and complimented the dinner, even played with my son and the dog. He ingratiated himself to my entire family, so we invited him over on a regular basis, whenever he was bored of being on the boat.
Don has a mischievous streak that is irresistible, especially to my wife and they became fast friends (still are). We soon offered him the use of our spare bedroom to stay in until he was able to find an apartment. He accepted our hospitality and was a very considerate houseguest. He was and always has been a nice guy.
Don went on frequent weekend trips. He went to Florida to visit his parents, and also to visit a friend in the Orlando area. This friend, he said was more like a brother to him and had stayed in his parents home with him after having some sort of difficulties with his own family. The friend was also in the Navy, and was going to school in Orlando.
Being an avid photographer, Don always had lots of photos to show us from his trips. After one such trip, he had shown us a stack of photos from his visit with his friend. The friend wasn't all that interesting, but what I noticed in the background of the pictures was very intriguing to me.
They had been taken in a hotel room and I noticed a vase of flowers and candles on the dresser by the mirror. Also, I saw, on the night stand, a bottle of wine with two glasses and several magazines, the topmost of which showed the cover of a popular gay publication. Very interesting indeed.
I didn't say anything to bring undo attention to any of this from my wife. I made few comments, if any and returned the stack of photos to Don and he replaced them in their envelope. Ah, but I thought about them a lot! I was much to shy to just come right out and ask him about it.
As Don was staying with us, and we worked on the same boat, it was a natural thing that we would commute to and from work together. Not only did this free up the car for my wife's use but provided company enroute.
I spent a long time composing a letter to Don, outlining my suspicions that he was gay. I wanted to let him know that not only was this not a problem for me, but I admitted similar interests and feelings in myself. I explained that I would really like to discuss all of this with him if he was willing. I also assured him that I would in no way mention any of this to anyone in the Navy.
On the way home on day, I asked him if we could stop at a park for a few minutes. It was unseasonably warm and we had gotten off work a couple of hours early. He agreed and we found an empty bench. I was very nervous. I was so afraid that he would become defensive or that our friendship would be damaged. I told him I had something that I wanted him to read and handed him the letter. I went for a walk around the park as he read. I returned to the bench and found that, not only was he not angry, he was smiling and understanding.
We talked for quite awhile. I was full of questions and he answered them all. He had some gay literature in a trunk in the spare bedroom and said I could read/view it if I wanted to. I was surprised how open and honest he was. He had been anxious to get his own place, and my wife and I had been telling him to take his time-that there was no hurry. We genuinely enjoyed his company. He now explained to me that he would feel a little freer in his own apartment and I now understood much better his reasoning.
Although it was impossible to have any discussions at work or at home, we did talk quite a bit during the next few weeks to and from work. I was transferred to shore duty in the Charleston area, and Don found a small apartment. Things continued along. I would go to his place and we would talk, and occasionally watch a gay video or something. He introduced me to some gay friends he had met, but as much as I wanted to, I hadn't had any first hand experience.
I explained my frustration to Don. I was not exactly in a position to be able to go out to a gay bar or anything, in order to meet anybody. I felt that I wanted to experience gay sex but was too shy to approach anybody. He offered to "experiment" with me. It sounded rather clinical, but immediately agreed. We set up a good time and an adequate excuse for my wife.
I went to his apartment and I was nervous I was trembling. Don met me at the door and told me to come in and have a seat. He was dressed in jeans and a casual pullover shirt. His hair was still a little bit wet from his recent shower. I sat on the couch and he sat down next to me. He offered me a drink, but I was afraid I'd throw up if I had anything.
Don put his arm around me and could feel me shaking with nervousness. He turned my face toward his and looked into my eyes. "Calm down." He told me and then moved his face toward mine with his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted.
"My God!" I thought. "He's gonna kiss me!" My mind was shouting. I had never even considered this over the past few days while I waited for our "appointment". I thought about how it would feel to finally have another guy's cock in my hand, my mouth and even in my ass. But a kiss? I didn't have much time to think about it though as his lips touched mine and I felt his tongue slightly probing my mouth.
This was a kiss! It was absolutely electric! Don put his arms around he and pressed himself to me as he kissed me deeply and passionately. I was feeling so many new sensations. I felt his moustache on my lips, I could feel the light stubble of his chin against mine. I could feel his firm masculine body against my own and in my arms, which automatically closed to hold him. I felt his tongue touching mine as we alternated between his mouth and mine. I could smell his clean manly scent and touch his soft short hair. I could also feel my cock rapidly becoming hard and pressing against the front of my pants.
I'm kissing a guy and it's wonderful! I don't ever want to stop. We kissed for some time and Don began exploring me with his hands. Touching and grasping, rubbing and slightly pinching my nipples, leading me to do the same to him. I was on fire. Never had I felt lust at this heightened level. I needed to experience all of him.
We broke the kiss and he smiled at me. I had long since quit trembling and slid to the floor in front of him. He responded by scooting a bit closer to the edge and spreading his legs slightly. To say I was unsophisticated is an understatement. Suddenly, despite the fact that I had worn one all my life, I found myself fumbling with his belt. Finally conquering that obstacle, I realized that the jeans he was wearing were Levi 501's, so I had those damned buttons to deal with. I took care of those and exposed a fairly large lump in his white briefs.
Don lifted his hips and I pulled his jeans down his legs and off, setting them in a rumpled heap to one side. I placed my hand on his crotch, cautious because I didn't know how much pressure to apply to another man's genitals. The first thing I noticed was the warmth radiating through the white cotton jersey material.
I reached up with both hands and lifted the elastic waistband (It had a yellow stripe around it-my favorite color. It's funny the things you remember after so many years.) and pulled it down to uncover his cock. Wow up close and personal with somebody else's penis!
Don has a darker complexion than I do so the color of his cock is much deeper than my own. The shaft was light brown, he is circumcised (as am I) and the head was a darker pink-brown color. His cock was not hard but was becoming firmer. I watch it closely as it moved slowly, filling with the blood of his coming erection. I was pleased to note that there was none of the unpleasant odor that is present with a woman "down there". In contrast, he smelled of soap and, what I have come to recognize as a slightly musky, masculine scent-quite intoxicating.
I placed my hand around the shaft and noticed that it was quite thick-thicker than my own, anyway. I lifted the head toward my face and opened my mouth. Holding my breath and sticking out my tongue, I tentatively licked the side of his cockhead. It was warm and silky smooth. Surprisingly there was no actual flavor there. I moved the tip to my lips and gently slid them over the head to the shaft. I felt kind of rubbery but not in a bad way at all. As Don sighed, I was encouraged to slide more of his cock into my mouth.
Moving my hand down to the base and pulling his underwear down further, I felt his soft, thick, springy pubic hair round my fingers and his wrinkled, hairy scrotum against my palm. As I move my mouth further down his cock, I noticed the contrasts of texture. His shaft has much firmer than the head, the thin skin covering it sliding around it. I also discovered that I had misjudged the girth and had to open my jaws ever wider to accommodate him and prevent discomfort with my teeth.
As often happens with "first timers", I got a bit ambitious and tried to take his entire cock into my mouth. Had he been less endowed, this wouldn't have been much of a problem. However, the head of his clock touched the back of my throat and my reflexes took over. I gagged and Don gently pulled up my head and told me not to try deep-throating him. He told me that it takes practice and not to rush it. "Just do the head and as much as you are comfortable with. Use your hand on the rest."
Don let me lick, suck, touch and explore to my heart's content. I really don't know how long this lasted as my perception of time was distorted from experiencing and learning so much. Eventually I stopped and he pulled me up and kissed me again. He pulled off his shirt and I undressed. It was his turn to show me how it felt to have a man's mouth on my body.
Don kissed my mouth, my neck, my ears (still an incredibly erotic zone for me) then moved down my chest. He placed his hand and then his mouth on my cock and slid it into and out of his mouth, sucking me with practiced expertise. I'm quite certain that I was not as orally talented as he was. What he was doing felt wonderful. It wasn't long until I felt myself rapidly approaching orgasm.
Being "the old pro" at this, he stopped sucking on my cock and took my balls into his mouth. This was a completely new sensation for me. I had never had this done before. He was careful not to put too much pressure on my sensitive nuts, but just enough suction and tongue movement to give me intense pleasure. I love to have my balls suck by somebody who knows what there are doing. I have had a few guys since then practically mash my balls or try to swallow the damn things while sucking them. There's nothing to spoil the mood quite as quickly as an intense, lasting pain in your balls due to careless handling-ouch!
Anyway, back to the action. After a bit of this exquisite torture, Don asked me if I was ready to "try something else". At this point, I was ready to try just about anything. He led me to his bedroom, which did not have a bed yet, but there were some cushions that I had given to him and he laid me down on my stomach.
He began massaging my butt and kissing my back as he did so. He worked his hand closer and closer to my asshole. From somewhere, he had obtained some type of lubricant or oil and was applying it to my hole with his fingers. He gently pressed his finger tip inside me and massaged and relaxed my pucker I was thankful that I had cleaned myself out that morning with the shower massage (feels great-try it sometime).
He then moved his knees between my legs and pushed them a little farther apart. Leaning over me, he placied his hands on the cushions on either side of my shoulders. I felt his slick cock make contact with my butt crack and press in slightly, but the head was not lined up to my hole. I reached behind me, grasped his hard cock, and raised my ass a little until the head of Don's cock was on my pucker. I held my breath and grasped the cushion with my hands, determined to "take it like a man".
Don felt me stiffen up and told me that if I didn't relax, it was going to hurt. Relax? Right! Here I was lying on my stomach with a big, very hot cock at the door to my ass and I was supposed to relax. Don massaged hole a bit with his cock head and slowly, ever so gently, began putting pressure on my sphincter.
I could feel my asshole opening around his cock head and it was, to tell the truth, pretty damned scary. This is complete surrender- allowing another man's body part to enter your own body. This takes a great deal of trust. I did trust Don, but I tensed a bit, none the less. As I did so he applied more pressure and I experienced a searing pain rip through my entire ass region. I yelped and he stopped pushing and asked if I was okay.
"Hell no!" I thought. "I've got a 2 x 4 shoved up my ass and it hurts like hell!" But I only said "Wait a minute, okay?" He was so patient and I felt like a wimp. After just a few seconds, although I seemed much longer, of his calming voice and gentle kisses on my shoulders, the pain just went away, miraculously, it seemed. I was able to completely relax my hole and he continued to slide his cock inside me.
There was no more pain (thank God) but there was a feeling of fullness. I was afraid, at this point, that I would shit all over him and myself. This was quickly forgotten about as he quickly withdrew his cock and then slowly slid it back inside me. I inhaled forever at this sensation and soon began a low rhythmic moaning as he fucked me, gradually building in speed and the intensity of his thrusts.
I was in heaven. Never had I imagined that getting your ass fucked could feel so good. I had always imagined that the "top" was the only one deriving any pleasure from this act, and that the "bottom" was merely providing a warm place to park his cock. Not so!
As his cock filled me, I felt it move across my prostate over and over again. This had the effect of forcing precum out of my cock and I could feel it begining to pool under me on the cushion. All too soon, he stated that this was enough for my first fuck, and he didn't want to make me sore.
He withdrew and stood up. He asked me if I wanted to take a shower. We were both pretty sweaty and my ass crack was pretty greased up, so I said "Sure." He went into the bathroom and got out some towels. He then bent over and started the water in the shower. I wasn't quite as much of an ass man back then, but could still appreciate a nice butt when I saw one. Especially when it was nekkid and spread out in front of me!
He stood and said "There you go." I was a bit confused. For some reason, I assumed he would be joining me. I said, "Aren't you going in with me?" He turned to me with a surprised look on his face. "Great idea! I've never done that before."
He stepped inside and I followed, closing the curtain behind me. Awkwardly we both tried to get wet and after stepping all over each others feet, bumping each other with our elbows and several "sorry"s later. We ended up face to face, kissed and soaped each other up. His hand action and the warm water (not to mention the kissing!) had me rock hard in no time. He turned me around, lathered up my back, and carefully cleaned my ass, sliding in a soapy finger for good measure.
He rinsed off my back and turned his toward me. I soaped him up and playfully rubbed my hard soapy cock in his butt crack. He must have liked this because he bent at the waist and leaned his arm on the shower wall and his head against his arm.
"Well", I thought, "It seems like he wants to play some more." I cautiously slid my cock head against his hole. He responded by moaning softly and pushing his asshole onto my cock. My cock just kind of slid right in there! I went about halfway and Don gave a louder moan of pleasure so I slid it in the rest of the way.
There is not a woman alive who can compete with the feeling of a man's hot, tight asshole around your cock. I'm afraid I was not nearly as gentle fucking him as he had been to me. I just went for it and he didn't seem to mind at all. I fucked and the water splashed, and the soap got rinsed off and Don just gasped and moaned. I was so excited by his reaction to what I was doing to him. I enjoyed getting fuck, but he absolutely loved it!
It was getting late and I was due to go home at any minute, so, sadly to say, neither of us came that day. We both enjoyed it though. We dried and dressed and I thanked him and headed for home. I could feel the warm glow in my ass that he had left there while fucking me and I smiled as I remembered my great first time.
EPILOGUE
I only got together with Don four more times (for sex) in the next 18 months, until he transferred out of the area. He became increasingly uncomfortable about us having sex because of his close friendship with my wife. She found out later on that he is gay and didn't seem to mind at all. It was not unusual for her to go to a gay bar with him and help him find guys. Not that he needs the help!
I didn't have any more contact with men for nearly eight years after Don. It was the availability of the Internet that really got things going for me in that department. Don now lives just outside of Atlanta. We hardly hear from him anymore. Maybe he'll read this story and write me a letter... Ben
ben_sc@hotmail.com