I had never given much thought to the possibility of having sex with another man, even though I had fooled around with a guy some 6 years ago when I was 16. Back then I had hit a trail with my buddy Eric when a sudden rain made us head back to where there were bathroom facilities. Since we were alone, and certain no one would brave the downpour, we decided to strip to wring our clothes dry. Eric squickly sprung an erection and suggested we jack each other off as we'd done many times before. We sat next to each other on the bathroom floor, grabbed each other's dicks, and began slowly pumping. As usual I closed my eyes and lost myself in the fantasy of Lisa, the class' sexiest girl, riding my dick and giving me a good time. But I jumped when I felt a new sensation on my dick. I looked down and saw Eric had leaned over and was sucking me off. He stopped to ask me if I liked it. I couldn't lie: it felt fantastic. I begged him to continue. He positioned himself in front of me to suck me off at a more comfortable angle. I held his head gently as his mouth assaulted my dick and he masturbated himself. He almost seemed to derive more pleasure out of wrapping his mouth around my cock and licking its length than the tingling sensation I was receiving from his moist assault. Just when I thought that my spunk would be spraying his tonsils, he stopped.
"Keep on buddy, don't stop now!"
"I want you to make love to me" He said softly.
I looked at him perplexed. He got kind of nervous, but firmly stated:
"I want you to fuck me, Bencho"
I got up behind him as he assumed doggy position. I spread his cheeks and pressed my dick against his butt. I pushed forward and he whimpered in pain. I backed out worrying I was hurting my best friend, but he said to go ahead, that it only hurted at the beginning. He told me to spit on my dick to make it more slippery. Evidently I wasn't the first guy fucking Eric. But it was my first piece of ass, and I was very excited. I slowly slid into him again. Eric grunted out: "Oh yeah, that's good!". I began pumping, delighted in the sensation of having my cock up Eric's hot ass. He encouraged me by telling me what a good fucker I was. My climax didn't hold back for long, and I slammed against him shooting my load in his depths.
I slid out of him and he turned around to sit on the floor. He began jacking himself off. I remembered he had sucked my dick, and decided to return the favor a bit out of kindness and a lot out of curiosity. I knelt in front of him and took his dick in my mouth. It was odd having a dick in my mouth, but I was encouraged by the joy I seemed to bring Eric. After bobbing up and down on him for a while he held my head firmly in his hands and I got a mouthful of cum. I was disgusted, and spat the stuff on the floor while he laughed his head off. I was mad at him. He stopped laughing and told me it didn't taste that bad. "That's all you know", I said. He responded by getting close to me and kissing me in the mouth, sticking his tongue in my mouth. Neither of us knew when the rain had stopped, but we got dressed and on the way back Eric told me how he liked guys, but had always been in love with me but had never gotten the courage to tell me for fear of rejection. I know now how I could have been more understanding, but I was too young, too mixed up or just plain scared back then. I found myself avoiding him more and more from that day, asking him for some time to think it over until Eric gave up on me and we grew apart.
I kept on dating girls, as I always had, and married when I was 20. Life with Sarah was fine, until I got laid off from my computer assistant job this July and decided to take up a temporary sales position at the department store downtown to make ends meet. I would walk around the streets on my breaks and, since I was out of Sarah's vigilant eyes I started frequenting some of the adult stores that seemed to line some of the streets. The covers on the gay videos stirred up old memories of Eric and I began getting more and more curious. Then one afternoon I took a bigger step into forbidden territory and strolled into a gay night club. The place was not yet crowded. There was a small stage with a stripper already down to his g-string. The guys were wildly shouting at him to take it off. I looked at the dancer and couldn't believe his incredibly developed body. Imagining myself humping his tight butt was enough to give me a hard on. His thrusts forward also made me fantasize and desire giving this man head. I was mesmerized and found myself shouting enthusiastically with the rest of the audience.
"Think he's hot?" someone shouted in my ear.
I turned to see a dark haired guy smiling at me. I couldn't believe my own forward answer: "Wouldn't anyone?".
He smirked as if he'd seen better and said: "He's gorgeous, yeah, but odds are he ain't hot. The thing with hunks like that is that they're usually Do-Me-Queens".
"What?" I didn't understand the term.
"Do-Me-Queen, they'll just lie there and expect you to do all the work"
"Oh, I get it" I smiled and nodded and once more remained silent, thinking to myself that I was so horny I'd have my way with one of the store manniquins, let alone a "do-me-queen". He tried cranking up the conversation:
"Like, if I hooked up with hot stuff like you, whoof! I'd give you a damn good work out."
My heart was racing, both scared and excited at the possibility of getting it on with this guy. Fear seemed to triumph once more in depriving me of male love once more, as I lamely said: "Listen man, I'm sorry but I kind of got to get going."
A look of disapointment came over him, or perhaps he was just thinking what a pussy I was. "That's OK, man, some other time".
I wished I could give him a number but felt it was too risky: "Is there anyway I could get in touch with you, maybe..." the stranger interrupted me:
"Don't worry about it hot stuff. I'll see ya around". He said winking and turning towards the bar. I rushed back to the store.
On the job, I couldn't get the stranger who'd hit on me out of my head. In truth he was not the handsomest of men, but he had a very pleasant smile and clear eyes lined by bushy eyebrows. He was probably just out of his teens. Between serving customers I found myself imagining him kissing me and grabbing my cock. Images of my old buddy Eric, and the stripper also swimmed in my mind, stirring my imagination and giving me a series of erections that needed taking care of. I thought of the things I should have said and done. I could have trusted him with my number, or told him where I was working. That would have been a better idea. Maybe I'd find him at the club tomorrow - or maybe I should head back there right now before it was too late. But no, it all boiled down to one thing: I was a pussy, a whimp, and maybe I'd never work up the courage to get it one with another man. After half an hour I was too horny to endure 3 more hours of clients. I asked another salesman to cover for me while I went to the washroom.
In the bathroom I quickly stepped into a stall, dropping my trousers and sitting on the toilet. I began stroking my cock. I took the precum off the head and took it to my mouth, trying to remember if this was what Eric's had tasted like back at the trail all those years ago. I conjured up wild images of me sucking off the stripper, of fucking Eric up the ass, of the stranger fucking me. A desire of getting fucked so engulfed me that I sucked my left middle finger and stuck it into my rear end and began imagining it was a huge slippery cock penetrating me while I masturbated furiously.
Then a loud knock on the stall door brought me back to reality.
"Sir, I'm from the security department, I must ask you to come out of the stall, please!"
I panicked and nervously asked for a minute to get dressed. As I squeezed my engorged dick into my pants I wondered what I had done that had given me away. I told myself to be calm, that I could deny everything. As I opened the door, there was a security guard smiling at me - it was the stranger who'd approached me at the night club.
"Sorry to startle you. I saw you coming in to the bathroom through the security camera. I imagined after the show you might want to relieve yourself, but public bathrooms are dangerous for that, you might get caught, lose your job."
"Thanks, I guess you're right"
"I recognized you the minute I saw you at the club. Couldn't believe my luck, I've been checking you out since you started working here. Sorry I came on so strong, I didn't know you were new to the scene." He looked down at my hard on.
"I've put an out of order sign on the door. So I can give you a few minutes alone if you want, but..." He grinned wickedly "I'd really like to take care of that myself"
He didn't wait for an answer, and at once the guard was on his knees, unbuckling my pants and freeing my erection. He massaged it wildly. "What a nice dick!" and took it in his mouth to begin sucking like a hungry calf. Then slowly but effortlessly, he managed to deep throat me and then backed out with my knob still in his mouth, licking the tip with his tongue. He looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes hoping to see my reaction to his talents as a cocksucker. I only managed to say "Fuck, you're good, man!". I'd never had anyone wolf down my seven and a half inch dick before. He caressed my ass cheeks with his hand and kept on sucking me. He made me lie on the floor and spread my legs to expose my ass. He rubbed his erection through his pants as he inserted a finger into my ass and began inching it in and out. From the package marked in his trousers, I imagined he was pretty well hung. I was already on the brink. "I'm going to cum" I said. He licked my balls and stroked me till I shot my sperm up in the air. I felt my asshole twitching around the fingers he still had plugged into me. Cum splattered down all over my stomach and chest. My new buddy then began licking the spunk from my spent cock and ran up my body towards my face. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and while we kissed I managed to grope his hardon. But he got up smiling and told me we better get going. As I dressed, he told me his name was Steve. Since he was a security guard he'd already found out all about me. He asked me to stay after closing time. "It will be much better", he promised "Now you get back to work, I got to take care of some pressing business" he smiled as he rubbed his bulging pants front.
It was an agonizing wait till closing time. I called my wife and told her I had to stay on for an inventory. At closing time, Steve took me to the security room where I waited while he supervised the store lock-up. When he returned he told me we had the whole place to ourselves. He grabbed a portable CD player and I followed him to the showroom with the beds in it. He plugged in the CD player while I sat on the edge of one of the beds. He turned on the player and a heavy dance music came on, what I believe they call "trance" music nowadays. He smiled at me wickedly and started strutting. I realized he was going to give me my own private strip show.
He began unbuttoning his shirt. He toyed with his nipples and then put the palm of his hand on his smooth chest and caressed his torso down to the front of his pants, grabbing his bundle and gyrating his hips. He then took his shirt off and started waving it around his head. He then rubbed it all over his naked torso and his armpits, and then threw it at me. I bundled it up and took it to my face and inhaled, then let out a deep sigh as if I had perceived his manly scent. He pouted and licked his lips, but couldn't contained himself and laughed a bit. But like a real trouper he continued dancing. He kicked off one of his shoes then the other. Then clumbsily kicked one up in the air and barely caught it in his hands. He put it to his crotch and made obsene movements as if he were fucking the shoe Then he spasmed as if he were cumming into his shoe and it up to his mouth to drink the imaginary contents. He threw the shoe down and used his arm to "wipe" his mouth. I shouted "Kinky!", he replied "You haven't seen anything yet".
He then began unbuckling his belt which he slipped out of the pants in one swing. He approached the bed I was sitting on and lept onto it. Then he wrapped the belt behind my neck and pulled my face towards his crotch which he ground into my face. I grabbed the pants by the waistband and was about to pull it down when he pushed away. "Oh no, not yet."
He slipped his pants off and kept on dancing in his white Y-front underwear. As he did with the belt he used his pants to pull my face towards his crotch. I could smell his musky manhood as his large genitals bobbed onto my nose and got rubbed on my lips. He took them away before I could get my hands on them. He kept on dancing and I couldn't help admiring his boyish body, slim, muscled, hairless and beautiful. The crack of his fleshy ass danced in front of me, as if inviting me to reach behind the fabric of the tightly fitting underwear. The front view was just as enticing, with a growing cock pushing the underwear away from his hips, letting me steal a glimpse of a fuzzy pair of testicles. Steve picked up a pillow to cover his crotch while he slipped his underwear off and threw it at me. I searched out the inside front of it where his cock had rested all day and took a whiff of his maleness. He continued dancing with the pillow in front of him. He then began rubbing himself against it. He turned away from me and kept on his fucking motion, so that I could see his beautiful bare ass swinging in and out in front of me. He crouched to the music's beat giving me a quick look at his dark orifice. He turned around and started dancing towards me. "Stand up", he ordered. I stood up in front of him and he pressed himself against me with the pillow wedged between us. He put his hands at each side of my face and kissed me. I put my arms around him and cupped his ass. I then grabbed the pillow under us and pulled it away. I reached down between us and began stroking his hot cock I fell on my knees and contemplated his long, veined and angry cock pointing straight at me. I darted my tongue out and licked it, but he pulled away. I walked on my knees towards him and he put his cock up to my face but immediately took it away. He turned around and stuck his ass in my face. I grabbed the cheeks, and inserted a finger, but just as he felt it poking his asshole, he pulled away again.
"C'mon Steve!" I protested.
"Not yet! I put on a show for you, now you've got to strip for me!"
"What? No way, Steve, I don't know how to dance! C'mon, just let me suck your cock now"
"No", he smiled devilishly "No dancing, no sucking" he sat down at the head of the bed and covered his crotch firmly with a pillow. The he looked at me defiantly.
I could tell he was determined to have his way, so I got off the bed and began unbuttoning my shirt and began gyrating my body awkwardly. Steve began laughing out loud. I stopped. "This is stupid, I told you I can't dance"
Steve got up off the bed with his cock swinging in the air and came up to me. "Sorry Benny, maybe you need a little help". He stopped the dance CD and put on the radio, quickly found a soft jazzy music. He pressed against me and began swaying. We embraced and I began following his sway clutching to his bare shoulders and looking into his face. He then turned me around and ground his cock up against my ass and grabbed my crotch, slowly poking my butt and make it gyrate with the music. He then slowly unbuttoned and caressed my stomach and chest while we both kept on swaying softly to the saxophone's melody. He gently bit into my shoulder as he put a hand down my pants and grabbed my cock. He then slipped his hand out and swung me around to face him. He began slipping my shirt off my shoulders until my arms were held behind my back. He pulled me towards him and began kissing my chest and licking my nipples. Then he removed my shirt completely and we embraced, dancing with our bare chests pressed to each other. He then began unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He was kissing me when he unzipped my fly and let my pants drop to the ground. I finished kicking them off, and we kept on dancing, his hot body pressed against mine. I could feel his cock nudging at my thigh, while mine, still confined in my underwear, ground against his pubic hair. Then he knelt in front of me and took hold of the waist band of my underwear. He pulled at it but instead of sliding them off of me he bit into the cloth and began tearing the material. In two expert rips of material I was buck naked. It was his turn to inhale my odor. After he took a good whiff he threw the torn material on the bed, grabbed my cock with one hand and began sucking me. I couldn't help making that hissing sound by sucking my breath through my clenched teeth as he assaulted my dick as expertly as he'd done in the bathroom. He then got up and lay down in the bed where I joined him. We kissed while we fondled each other's cocks. I knelt and took his in mouth. Steve began moaning, and stroking my hair. He stooped me and made me change positions so we were ready to 69, with me on top of him, my crotch hovering directly over his face. He licked the undersided of my cock as I attempted to swallow his dick as much as I could. We lay sideways, and Steve instructed me to just lick around his cock's head. I followed his orders but improvised by playing with his heavy hairy balls. While I did this he began to probe my ass with a finger and suck my dick at the same time. Once more he showed his experience by deep-throating me, as he kept fingering my ass. Before I knew it he had three fingers in me spreading my hole apart. I bucked against his hand as if asking for more.
"Your ass seems hungry for some action, Benjamin. I'd like to give it a good workout. What do ya say?"
At this point there was no turning back, but I was too curious and remembered how Eric had enjoyed me fucking him back at the trail. Maybe Steve would give me as much pleasure.
"God yes, Steve, fuck me." Steve told me to lay on my stomach, exposing my ass to his every whim. He climbed behind me and grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them apart. I then felt his tongue begin to explore inside my ass cheeks. Then he spat inside, licked some more and inserted a finger into me. I grabbed the pillow and hugged it firmly under my chest. He spread my whole wider by increasing the number of fingers traveling in and out of my ass. He then climbed over me, his hot cock slapped against my buttocks. He stuck the cock in my asscheeks and rubbed it against my vulnerable hole. I felt my cock achieving full erection, excited at the prospect of this hot young stud preparing to plug his boner into me. Steve pressed forward, penetrating me. His cock was too much for my virgin ass so I winced in pain, clutched and bit into the pillow. I remembered how Eric at the trail had told me the pain wouldn't last so I decided to hold on. Steve lay flat down on me and hugged my chest. He whispered in my ear: "Hang on hot stuff, you'll get used to it"
He began nibbling at my ear and slowly moving his pelvis against my butt, barely moving the cock he'd lodged inside my ass. In no time the pain had gone away, and I was ready for more action. I lifted my butt up against him. He lifted his torso off of my back and began pumping his dick in and out of me. Then he asked me to get up on my hands and knees. He grabbed me by the hips and began pumping me more violently, taking his cock all the way out to the knob and then driving it back in. I lost my hardon, but I was enjoying the screwing of a lifetime. He lowered me flat on the bed again, and after fucking me some more he pulled out and I felt his gobs of semen sprinkling my back and buttocks. Then he applied his softening slippery cock on my ass and even slid it back inside my crack. I was about to get up when he asked me to wait. Then I felt his hand on my back, scooping up his spunk. He made me turn around and he applied his cum all over my cock, bringing it back to full mast. He climbed on top of me inserting his sticky fingers up his butt. Then he replaced his fingers with the head of my dick and slowly sat down on my slippery pole, enjoying it inch by inch. "Ooh yeah, hot stuff, what a nice cock!". He began sliding up and down my dick, grinding his ass, and moaning all the time. I caressed his thighs, not believing my luck: my dick buried up this beautiful male, with his own fat manhood dangling in front of me, both of us having a wild time. He stopped riding me to change positions. I fucked him the way I did Sarah -in missionary position. "Give it to me, hot stuff". I kept pounding into him, getting all worked up with his moaning. I loved looking into the eyes of the man who had my dick in him. Then the familiar tingling sensation began surging in my balls. My expression gave me away: "C'mon Benny, fill me up with your hot stuff". I shouted out "Oh, fuck!" and slammed deep into him, releasing two loads of spunk. My whole body shuddered out of control, and I pulled out partially but once more buried my cock as deep as I could and sprayed his guts with more of my sperm. I gave him one more thrust and my cock twitched inside him. We embraced as we were. I didn't want to break away, I'd never had it so good. We kissed, I sucked on his tongue, licked his lips like a puppy in love.
Steve and I began having an affair that continues to this day. The first time he took me to his apartment he had a big surprise for me. He slipped in a tape, and to my shock and delight, it was what the surveillance camera had picked up that evening at the store. I'm in the middle of sorting out my life, hoping to spare Sarah of as much pain as possible. I also hope that by some small miracle, my buddy Eric reads this and recognizes himself, and finds out I'm sorry for being such a jerk with him.
Benjamin Hurtado bencho1973@hotmail.com December, 2002