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The following Friday I was determined to get laid. Went to a bar with some people at work. Struck out twice. One with a chick way out of my league (I gave it a shot!). The other 1 I thought I had but I came on a little too strong at the end and got rejected. Went home, chilled for about 4 minutes, then decided to go back to the vid booth. Before I left the last time I remember the dude gave me his phone number. Thought I'd give it a call and see if he wanted to join me. To be honest I always kinda thought about what it would be like to be with a guy but never really had the nerve to do it. So watching a dude JO in the next booth was fuckin perfect for me. I sent him a text that started a string:
"Hey...u gave me yor # at the vid booths last week u around?"
5 minutes later...
"ya"
"feel like working 1 out at booths 2nite?"
"kinda busy when u looking 4"
"uh...I was thinking now"
"671 ravine rd"
I mapquested it. It wasn't the address for the vid booth. It was on the other side of town and looked like a residential area.
"??"
"my place"
"not the vid booths?"
"671 ravine rd when can u get here"
"uh...bout 30 min away"
"k. just so u kno I'm a top"
"dude...I don't do butt sex"
"671 ravine rd"
"k"
I know. I sorta knew deep down what the expectation was but I was crazy horny. And besides I told him I don't do ass sex so I was covered. Got in my car and half hour later I was pulling up to his house. Lights on inside, nothing in front. Looked like a neighborhood of houses that was built in 1950s. I rang the bell and a minute later my buddy (who's name I still didn't know) opens it up. He's standing there in the same baseball cap. But he was wearing a pair of those sorta form hugging all cotton light grey workout shorts, like the kind you get from Champion. And that was it. No shirt. No nothing. And those shorts didn't do much to conceal his bulge. He didn't have a boner, just a big round lump in the midsection of the shorts. I walked in, neither of us said word. He kinda motioned with his hand for me to follow which I did – right up the stairs to what looked like a spare bedroom. He sorta guided me to the bed and I sat down. He stood over me with those shorts looking more and more obscene as he looked down on me. "Go ahead and feel it." I reached my hand out and ran it over his bulge, first with my fingertips, then my palm. He yanked down his pants showing his semi. "Dude just grap the fuckin thing you're not gonna hurt me." I wrapped my hand around it, squeezed and pulled. It was solid, warm, thick...and growing. He took a step closer to me, pushed my hand away, put his other hand on the back of my head, and started drawing it nearer to his midsection. He didn't have to say a word. I knew I was on the verge of my first blow job. It didn't really hit me till a few minutes later of what I was doing. I just opened my mouth and in went his dick. It didn't feel gross or smell nasty or anything. I just sucked what was in front of me. He kept his hand on the back of my head and occasionally pushed deeper into my mouth. A few times he pushed too far and I gagged (and he laughed). I pulled off to catch my breath. He looked down at me. "First dick?". "Uh...ya". "I can tell." "That bad?". "You'll get better. Just concentrate on what you wanna do for me. Right now it's all about my cock. Got it?" "Got it." After about 5 minutes he sat down on the bed and I kneeled between his legs, still sucking. Then he brought me up on the bed, he laid down on his back, hands clasped behind his head, and I laid down on my stomach with my face buried in his pubes. He was right. After awhile it got easier. Like driving a stick shift. I probably sucked him for about 20 minutes. Then he pulled out, sat up, and crawled down my back so his legs were pinning down my shoulders and his face was hovering over my ass. I felt the full weight of his body on mine, like he was laying on top of me but like in a 69 position. Then I felt the palm of his hands laying out over my asscheeks and I felt my crack slowly spreading. "Uh...dude...I don't..." "Chill man I'm driving. Nice ass by the way." Before I could answer I felt the most amazing sensation I ever had in my life. He was running his tongue along the crack of my ass! I grabbed the bedspread to stop from yelling out. It got more intense when I felt his tongue heading between my crack. I buried my face in the bed so I didn't squeal like a girl. The sensation was crazy. I felt his fingers running over my hole, like he was rubbing his saliva all over my hole with his fingers. I heard him say, "Oh ya. That ass is ready." I felt him lift off of me but not too far. I kinda knew what was coming and had very mixed feelings about it, but I didn't want to look like a pussy. And the feeling so far was great. And did I mention I was horny as fuck? I kinda braced myself for whatever was next. The song `Sledgehammer" was going through my head. Guess it's not hard to connect those dots! I felt his hand rubbing all over my asscheeks. Actually felt nice. Then I felt a hard "WHAP" across my ass. He smacked my ass with his open palm and said, "stop squirming and spread em". I felt him pushing my legs apart till he was kneeling between my knees. Then in 1 smooth motion his dick was against my hole, he pushed it in, slid it in, and was laying on top of me. It hurt. A lot. I asked him to take it out but he just laid on top of me, the sledgehammer firmly in my ass. But he wasn't pumping or anything. I heard him whisper in my ear, "That's it. Just get used to it. We're not going anywhere. You feel that? How's it feel to have my dick in you?" I couldn't answer. I could barely think. After a few minutes he pulled out slow, the anticipation was killing me. So much pressure on my ass. Finally he was pulling out. But without warning he rammed it back in. And kept it there. "You're muscles will relax and it'll be easier to take my cock." That's when it hit me. I was being fucked in the ass by a guy. Slowly he started moving in and out. And god damn it if he wasn't right. I still felt a lot of pressure but it wasn't pain anymore. He picked up the pace and my dick was rubbing up against the bedsheet. I couldn't control it. I started to cum. He must have felt it or sensed it or hear it or something cuz he was all over me like stink on shit, whispering in my ear as I panted and creamed, "Ya...there ya go...ya you don't like it too much do you haha. I just fucked the cream right out of you. Now it's my turn." Then his hips went into overdrive. I was literally bouncing on the bed as he thrust. He was grunting. I was losing my breath every time he came down on me. Then with one thrust he pushed in all the way. He sounded like a mad animal. He came in the rag and pulled out almost immediately (ouch!). I laid there on my stomach trying to comprehend what just happened. He was laying next to me, on his back. A few minutes later he sprang out of bed. I looked at him and he was holding all my clothes and he said "come on". I followed him into the living room, both of us still nude. To my shock he opened the front door and tossed my clothes outside on his entry porch. He grabbed my arm and as he was tossing me outside he said "text me when you want it again". I clumsily picked up my clothes and ran to my car before anyone (I don't think) saw me. I dressed in my car. Ass was still sore. Head was still spinning. What the fuck just happened?