Beginning, oral, anal, M/M
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Danial's First Time By Wolf
It was an early February evening and I was standing on a patio overlooking the Malibu beach as the winter sun sat into the Pacific Ocean with the sky aglow with orange. Even the serious clouds reflecting the orange. It was unseasonably warm because of the Santana winds coming off the desert to the east. Standing next to me was a distinguished looking six-foot plus tall man. He sat the old-fashioned glass on the hand rail and took me into his arms and kissed me.
I had never been kissed by a man, not even a relative or a bearded man before. He even used his tongue inside my mouth. When the kiss ended, he led me through the mirrored sliding glass door to the beachside bungalow. He asked me if I would like to use the bathroom, and thanked him as I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. While I was peeing into the toilet, I reflected about how I got there.
My father was a Los Angeles City engineer and my mother was a housewife that was very active with the parish council of the Holy Angels Catholic church. We lived in the City of Arcadia. I graduated from Arcadia High School and was admitted to The University of Southern California at Los Angeles (UCLA). I had always been too shy to approach girls or discuss my sexual desires with anyone. I had always been fascinated with gay sex but was afraid to act on my desire. I had a passworded file on my computer full of gay stories and videos. When I was accepted to UCLA, I was assigned a dorm room with another incoming freshman. I didn't know him before we met while moving in. He didn't seem to be very social at all. Per my father's instructions, I made arrangements to rent a study cibicles at a local library. (All of the study cubicles rooms within the college library are reserved for graduate students.) I spent very little time in the dorm.
This was my first time away from home and surrounded by strangers. My birthday is in July, and I had just turned 18-years-old when I began the fall semester. I drove home on most weekends to do my laundry or should I say that my mother did my laundry. I was looking for more efficient routes home because of the congestion on the freeways. I was also looking for gay bars. Once I found a few, it took me a longtime for me to work up the nerve to visit one.
I wanted to find one that was cozy where I wouldn't draw a lot of attention. West Hollywood on Santa Monica Blvd had a lot of gay bars. I found one that was a two-story bar called Tucks that had a parking lot behind it on Larrabee Street. I hymned and hawed about doping in. After I finished my first semester finals during the dead of winter. I felt like celebrating my having achieved a 4.0 average. I was feeling confident and decided to check out Trucks.
It was only 4: 00 pm as I stepped off the Rapid Transit District (RTD) bus in the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. and Larrabee Street, and entered Trucks. I was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof because I feared that I would be carded and kicked out and I felt like I would draw too much attention. Upon entering I went to the corner of the bar and sat on a stool. I asked for a glass of beer and sat there nervously looking around. There were very few people in the bar at that time of day. I assumed that there would be some guys stopping for a drink on their way home from work.
Then I noticed a man entering who was about six-feet tall. He was wearing a business suit and he had a trimmed beard. He paused and looked around. When he made eye contact with me, he smiled and approached me.
He asked me: "May I join you?"
"Sure"
"You look like this is the first time you have been in this kind of Bar?"
"Yes"
He sat down on the stool next to me and ordered a beer, and asked: "Have you ever been in a gay bar before?"
"No"
"I also suspect that you are under age."
I looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear me before I admitted that I was an 18-year-old UCLA freshman.
"How would you like to go to a place where we can be more comfortable while we talk?"
I said "Okay."
He walked me to the parking lot on Larrabee Street and to his Mercedes GLE Coupe and we headed west to the Pacific Coast Highway. During the drive he asked me about myself, and I told him everything. He told me that he was an accountant for Paramount Studios. He had bought his home from a studio expiative at a good price to keep his ex-wife from getting it. He drove north to the beach homes of Malibu Beach. He turned left in front of an old building that must have been built during the 1920's and was rebuilt in the 90's. He used a remote to open the garage and parked inside and the door closed behind us. From the highway there was nothing about the place to give away what was behind the walls of the two-story building.
Once we entered through the garage, I was amazed to see what the place looked like. The ground floor had a bathroom, kitchen, with a dining/living room facing 25-foot-wide glass doors leading to a wooden deck with a staircase leading down to the beach. The second floor had a couple of spacious bedrooms with sliding glass doors leading to the second-floor balcony. There were two bathrooms on the second floor, and the room facing PCH was a movie theater for a half dozen people. I was overwhelmed by it all. After he gave me the tour of the home, he mixed us drinks and walked me out onto the balcony.
During the winter the high surf erodes the sand from the beaches moving it south and eventually into the deep trenches offshore. During the winter the surf pounds at the rocks and foundations of the Malibu Community, leaving very little beach for the residents to walk on. During storms the surf pounds against the homes along the beach.
As we returned to the living room my host had removed his coat, tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons. The man had a free arm wrapped around my waist. He kissed me again and stuck his tongue into my mouth again. While he was kissing me, he stroked my chest and squeezed my butt cheeks.
He placed his hand on the bulge in my pants and gave it a gentle squeeze. I froze where I stood, and unsure what to do. He made a bold move and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my pants. He wrapped his hand on my boner and his hand felt soft as he pulled me by the cock upstairs to the master bedroom.
The bedroom also had the one-way sliding glass door leading to a balcony. There were sliding mirrored closet doors on the wall. On the eastern wall there was a queen-sized bed. The north was the entrance from the staircase and the doorway to the master bathroom. He led me to the side of the bed by my cock. At that point he started removing my clothes.
He Let go of my cock to remove the ski jacket I was wearing and pulled the T-shirt over my head, then he had me sit on the bed while he removed my shoes and socks. He pulled me to my feet long enough to finish unfastening my pants. As soon as that was accomplished, he pulled them down and he felt the bulge of the jockey shorts. He slipped his hands under the waistband of my shots and pulled them down. When I sat back down, he pulled my pants and underwear free of my feet. He moved me around on the bed, and proceeded to remove his own clothes. He hung the suit coat on the valete. He also hung his tie on the valete as well. Next, he sat down to remove his oxfords and socks. He removed his pants and draped them over the bar of the valete. I was fascinated by the sight of the naked man.
He was a trim and lean six- footer with a nicely trimmed beard. My eyes were drawn straight to his crotch. I was impressed by his package. He sported a flaccid 6-inch cock jetting out of a nest of dark brown pubic hair. Hanging below the cock was a swooning scrotum. As he stood there looking at my naked body his cock not only sprang to attention it must have added another inch to the length. When he mounted the bed his cock and balls were swinging. He settled down alongside me and cuddled me and returned to kissing me with tongue and he took hold of my cock and slowly started milking it.
The next thing I remember was him hovering over me and sucking my cock. I had never been sucked off before and no matter how much he sucked on my cock I couldn't cum. I was about to tell him I couldn't cum, when he put his right hand between my legs and stuck his finger up my asshole and I instantly squirted my-cum into his mouth. When I was finished, he kissed me with cum in his mouth.
While we rested, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I had read and heard talk about men fucking each other, I thought it would be too nasty, but if this guy wanted me to do it to him, I figured why not. He laid on his back and he was able to roll up and put his arms over the backs of his legs. He was actually able to rest his armpits on the backs of his knees. Getting himself in that position actually elevated his butt up and he was able to place his hands on his butt and spread the cheeks even more and that caused his asshole to open wide. I could see into his red skinned colin. I got on my knees behind him close enough that my thighs were resting against his back. I guided my cock to his asshole and pushed it into his ass. I stated fucking home slowly. While I was fucking him, he was jerking off his own cock. I managed to achieve a second orgasm quickly. He didn't cum though. I was spent by that time and flopped over onto my back.
We rested for a while before he started feeling me up again. He reached for a jar of water-based lubricant and he opened it. After he took hold of my ankles and placed my heels on his shoulders, he dipped a finger into the jar and stuck his finger up my ass. Then he spread the lubricant all over his own cock before he pressed his cock against my asshole. He cautioned me to relax and push or it would hurt lot more. I had never had anything lager than a doctor's finger shoved up my ass before. I pushed like I was taking a dump as he pressed his cock forward and the head of his cock stretched my sphincter open to accommodate his cock. At first it didn't hurt until I stopped pushing and my sphincter tried to close and there was instant pain that felt like a hot steel rod had been shoved up my ass. I moaned in pain and shoved like I was shitting. There was nothing to do but keep pushing while he fucked me. there was a lot of discomfort but I endured it and even sprang a boner. That ended with me squirting cum all over my belly. After he came in my ass, we untangled our bodies and lay there in the bed clinging to each other. There was a lot of discussion about what had taken place.
We cleaned up and enjoyed the rest of the evening without bothering to get dressed. We enjoyed preparing a meal and even watched a movie in his theater. Over the duration of the weekend we had sex with each other several time I even began to enjoy anal sex. Late Sunday, he drove me back to my dorm and we parted ways with assurances that we would see each other the following weekend.
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