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Like many, I had spent my adolescence pretending to be straight. At 21 I had recently come out and ended a 4 year relationship with the girl I started dating in high school. I had never done anything with man and I was dying to experience that.
Up until that point, I regularly fantasized about older, hairy heavyset men. Since I was 11, knew I was into this type of man. I really only had eyes for bears. And not the muscle type, the 45+ chubby type.
This was a while back before we had Grindr and all the other apps. I'm not sure if it's still around, but I had linked up with a 62 year old man on the site bearforrest.com. He was large man. Probably 5'9" 280 lbs. extremely hairy all over and had a really nice beard. He went by "Butch". We had messaged back and forth and seemed to hit it off.
At this time, I was living in a rural area with a small, spread out population. Butch lived a couple hours away so meeting up wasn't a quick thing. Shortly after we started talking, he told me he was going to be in my area for a weekend. He was going to a friend's house for an annual get together he throws. They do a barbecue, drink and catch up. He asked if I wanted to meet. I remember thinking it was weird to meet at his friend's house to hook up, but he assured me that the event was a group of gay men and we would have a private space.
He was all about it being my first time and taking it slow and making sure we moved at my pace and only did things I was comfortable with. I had built up a lot of fantasies over the years and to say I was anxious about how it would go was an understatement. It was also all so new and I was like a fish out of water. His assurance that everything would be fine made me feel a lot better.
The night came and I quietly left my house. I was still living at home with my mom and sisters. I had come out to them, but I was still anxious about them knowing what I was doing and was still very much hiding my escapades at that point in my life.
I didn't have a car at the time but the house I was going to was only about a mile away so I walked. I remember it was a cool July night after a beautiful day. I only remember because I kept thinking how unusual it was to be that cool and how great it was so I wasn't all sweaty when I arrived.
When I arrived, I text Butch that I was outside and shortly after he came out of the front door of the house and ushered me in. Remember how I mentioned that the event that was taking place was little get together for some friends to catch up? My naive self thought they were sitting around chatting and drinking. Maybe playing some kind of lawn game or cards. Well that was not the case.
I walked through the front door and down a short hallway entrance. The first room on my right as I walked down this hallway was a doorless double doored entrance to what I would learn was a living room. As I approached, it was dark except for the light of a large tv playing and a small lamp off in the corner. I heard a lot of different sounds but the one thing I could definitively discern was the tv was playing porn.
Prior to entering, Butch told me we would walk straight through and to follow him upstairs. As I walked by the entrance. I found about 8 or 9 men of different ages and sizes engaging in different sex acts. I don't remember what any of them looked like other than they we all naked. The encounter was so fast and so long ago that I don't have any recollection now. But I do remember there was one guy laying face down on a coffee table while one guy was pounding him from behind while another was feeding his cock down his throat. There was one dude getting blown on a couch close by while a guy was sitting next to him jerking off. I think there two or three others that I can't really remember what they were doing. I remember a few looking over and making eye contact as we walked by. I was caught off guard and intimidated in the moment, but I remember how excited it made we as Butch and I made our way up the stairs to the second floor.
I can't remember the layout of the second floor. I just remember it was dark and Butch lead me to a door where I could see light through the cracks around the door. We went in and I remember It was a standard guest room with a queen bed.
This was the moment and I remember being so nervous I was having a hard time keeping myself calm. Butch could tell and walked over and pulled me in for a hug. I had never had another man embrace me like that before. His smell was intoxicating. A mix of cologne, cigar smoke and musk. I quickly melted in his arms and my nerves were calmed. Leaving mostly excitement.
He asked me how I wanted to start. He reiterated that this was my time to do things as I wanted. That he wanted me to be completely comfortable and he was there to make sure my first time with a man was special. He really was a sweet guy. He asked how I wanted us to undress. If he should undress first or if should. If I wanted to undress him and have him undress me. I instructed him to start undressing.
I remember him taking his time undressing. He was making a lot of eye contact and really wanted me to soak it in. I remember him striping down to a white undershirt and white briefs. He then approached me and asked if I wanted to remove the shirt and underwear. And so I did.
As I was bending over while sliding his briefs down I took note of how close I was to his cock. I thought about how this was the closest I'd ever been to another man's penis. His musk hit me like a freight train. I'd never smelt anything like it. It was strong but in all the good ways. I quickly learned then that I have a thing for the way men smell.
He was paying very close attention to me and how I was reacting to every thing I was experiencing. He noticed my unexpected reaction to his smell and before I let his briefs hit the floor, he encouraged me to take in his smell. It was like he was reading my mind and knew how turned on I was. I later learned that he himself was very into the natural smell of a man. That was explored more thoroughly in another time together.
I didn't touch his cock at this point. But I dropped his briefs to the ground and put my hands on his thighs. I leaned in closer and took a few big sniffs. I started to feel a little lightheaded. It was sensory overload. Here I was seeing my first cock in person. Touching a man for the first time. Experiencing the smell of a man for the first time. With all my senses so entangled with such new sensations, I had never felt such ecstasy. For the first time in my life I felt I had truly found me.
Butch encouraged me to smell the crouch of his briefs. I remember turning the pouch inside out and taking in large sniffs of his amazing smell. He let me take them home to use on my own time. He lightheartedly told me to return them washed next time we were together. I could tell already he hoped we would meet more than once. I did in fact enjoy those briefs for many solo sessions after this event. But I digress.
He stepped out of his briefs and waited for me to be done taking him in. When I looked up we made eye contact. He took me by my arms and guided me back up. The entire time we didn't break eye contact. For a small moment we just stood there. I could tell he was following my lead. I leaned in for a kiss and his lips met mine. We continued to kiss for a moment and then he walked around the bed and pulled back the covers. He laid down and offered for me to join him.
The first thing I wanted to do was bury my face in his hairy chest. We had exchanged photos previously and I expressed how much I wanted his hairy chest against my face and have him embrace and cuddle me. He was laying on his back but slightly angled up in a way that allowed him to place his arm across the bed and let me tuck into his armpit. I laid down and moved in close to him. I laid my chest against his side and buried my face in the middle of his chest. There was so much hair and he smelled amazing. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against him. I placed my free hand on his chest. And began to run my fingers through his chest hair. The feeling was everything I dreamed it would be. I told myself that this was a moment to remember forever and I took my time to commit it. We laid like that for a while.
I'm not sure exactly what transpired to the next moments but he encouraged me to explore his body and guide him to explore mine. We spent the next two hours or so doing just that.
As I mentioned, Butch was a large man. I've always had a thing for chubs and still do to this day. He had dark hair over every inch of his body that was beginning to grey in parts. His back and shoulders were as hairy as his belly but his chest was definitely the hairiest part on him. As for his belly, he really carried his weight well. A lot of his weight was in his round beer belly. His weight didn't really sag. You know how some men seem to carry it high and some less round and lower. He had thick hairy thighs and calves and an extremely hairy ass.
He really was my dream body. He had a well groomed beard and was balding. He kept what was left on the sides short and tight and had nothing left on top.
His cock was on the smaller side and he stayed soft more than he did hard throughout the experience. This didn't matter to me. Cock size has never been a thing I've given much thought to. Hard he was probably right around 4". Being heavy hid some of his length but not as much as I've seen other men experience. His girth was average and he was cut.
At the time, I was 21. To paint a bit of a picture, I am 5'9" and was around 185 lbs. At that time, I was pretty hairless for the most part except for a small patch of hair in the middle of my chest and a slight happy trail. Somehow, I won the lottery in armpit hair and have far more than I see most other men have. I was blessed with a slightly above average cock. I'm cut and I come in at about 6.5" give or take a quarter inch depending on how hard I am. Decent girth too. The curve is what I have gotten the most comments on. I have a dramatic curve to the left at the base of my cock and a slight curve upwards. This has always made it a more difficult cock to blow, but at the right angles makes it perfect for hitting the prostate.
I hadn't mentioned it, but I was hard the entire time I was walking over to meet Butch. By the time I slid my briefs off before getting into bed, I had drenched them in precum. So much so, it had leaked through and left a very noticeable stain on the front of my shorts. Throughout our entire interaction I was a faucet. Butch loved this and took every opportunity to make sure it ended up in his mouth and mine.
I moved my hands up and down Butch's chest and belly. We spent a lot of time cuddled up and me soaking in just body. Eventually, I made my way down to his cock. He was laying on his back and spread his legs which allowed me to lay between them. I first played with his cock and got him hard. I'd never felt another man's cock. I spent a lot of time holding it and getting a feel for what it was like. I then played with his balls. He asked me to tug on them pretty hard. He liked it a little rough. After some time I was ready to put him in my mouth. It felt like such a momentous occasion. The first cock I'd ever blown.
He was leaking a fair amount himself. The taste was amazing. Given his size, it was easy to bury my noise all the way down into his bush. I was hooked. I never questioned I was gay, but at that moment it was confirmed that I loved cock. I spent about 30 minutes playing with his cock and blowing him. He then asked me to lay back and let him show me how it feels to enjoy another man mouth.
We switched spots. I tucked a bunch of pillows between me and the headboard so I was prompted up high so I could see everything. He played with my nipples first. I learned that I don't particularly care for my nipples to be played with. I don't get a lot of pleasure from it and goes from not really feeling anything to being painful rather quickly. He kissed down my chest and stomach while he gripped my leaking cock. When I say I was leaking, I really mean it. He commented that he hadn't seen anything like it before.
He started out with jerking me off. Getting to watch while he did this was making me lightheaded again. It was like I was feeling the best pleasure I had ever had over and over again. Just when I thought nothing could be topped, I was quickly corrected.
He jerked me off slow and could tell if he went too fast, that I'd cum. The second he touched my cock it was a matter of a few quick strokes and it would be over. He seemed to have an acute sense of this and was particularly good at getting me to the edge but not pushing me over.
He played with my balls and licked them while he just gripped my cock lightly. I enjoyed the licking, but when we went to suck on them, it wasn't for me.
He pushed my legs in a way that told me he wanted me to flip over. I did as he wanted. Up until this point he let me dictate everything but he knew I wanted to be dominated. We talked about this prior to meeting. He seemed to understand that at that moment, I was comfortable enough for him to take charge.
I didn't know what he was going to do. I wasn't ready for anal so I was worried I'd have to tell him to stop. Instead pushed me down hard against the bed and spanked my ass. He forcefully pulled my checks apart and spit in my tight hole. He proceeded to dive head first and started eating me out.
This drove me wild. I kept driving my ass back into him and he seemed to love it. I only lasted a few minutes before I told him I was going to cum. Between his tongue flicking and forcing its way into my hole and my cock rubbing on the bed, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. Before I got there, he stopped and had me flip back over.
We went back to laying down with him cradling his arm around me. We caught our breath and chatted a bit. At this point it had been a good 2 and half hours of this. My cock hurt from being so hard for such a length of time. I was ready to cum and so was he.
I wanted him to cum first and I wanted it all over my face and chest. I sucked his cock to get him hard again and he got on top of me and straddled my stomach. From there he jerked off while I licked his balls and took in his scent. After a short time he let me know he was going to cum.
This man was not shy and was quite loud. He tensed up and I remember him squeezing me really hard with his thighs. He let out a guttural moan. Soon after her started squeezing me, the flood gates opened and rope after rope of cum shot all over me. The first few ropes land all over my face. Luckily none got in my eye. The last few covered my chest. I remember the smell being so engulfing. I licked the cum off my lips and used my fingers to clean more off with my tongue.
Butch relaxed his grip on me and locked eyes with me. He started scooping up is cum with his thumb and feeding it deep into my mouth. I happily sucked it clean. After catching is breath a brief moment he rolled off next to me and started rubbing his cum around. First on my chest and then on my stomach. Again, the night keep presenting me with moments that were better than the last.
After a moment, he asked me how I wanted to come. My dick was aching at this point and wanted to release. I told him I wanted him to cuddle and caress me while he tells me I'm his good boy. He obliged and pulled me close. He started rubbing his hands in my hair and then down my check. I can't remember what he said at the time, just something along the lines of "you've been a good boy for daddy" and "daddy is ready for his boy to cum".
I know. It's a bit cringy, but I really had a boy/sir, father/son kink going on when I first came out and it really tipped me over the edge.
It didn't take long for his touch and encouraging words along with me jerking off to reach my climax. Up until this point in my life, I had never had such a build up to climax in my life. I remember I started to breath heavy and tense up. Far beyond what I had ever experienced. I remember this moment of building up was just as pleasurable as the release. My legs locked up and my toes curled. I continued to jerk off into my climax and felt my release.
And boy, did I release. I threw all caution to the wind and let out a loud moan as cum began to shoot out of my cock. Not even in ropes, I was spraying cum like a sprinkler. In all directions all over my face and body. I had never even come close to experiencing an orgasm so intense. Hell, I had never really shot my load before. I was always a dribbler. But this time cum sprayed out the tip of my cock for what felt like forever. I didn't even attempt to count how many times my cock volleyed cum. As my orgasm subsided I stopped spraying and shot a couple more small ropes on my stomach.
During my orgasm became lost in the pleasure. I again was feeling lightheaded and It's like everything around me faded away and I was in pure bliss.
As I came down, my chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I closed my eyes and laid there for a brief moment with my eyes closed. Relishing in my first experience with another man. Something I fantasized about for the last 10 years.
I remember opening my eyes and turning to Butch. He had a smirk on his face but also a look of surprise. I hadn't realized until that moment that all that spraying of my cum had covered his hairy chest and belly. He mentioned how he had never seen a man cum in that manner. Neither had I.
I know a lot of these stories on this sub are fake and a lot of story telling and embellishing is done, but this load was massive. And it wasn't thick cum. It was thin and watery. Instead of pearly white ropes of cum, it was like when you hold you thumb over the opening of a hose. This would become a rare phenomenon in my life, but would happen again. I later learned that under the right conditions I cum like this. Those are stories for another day.
I remember becoming extremely sensitive and ticklish. Butch couldn't touch me anywhere without me squirming out of control. He teased me a bit by poking me here and there and trying to grab my cock. We wrestled around a bit and had a good laugh.
After a few minutes I had calmed down and he could finally pull me in for a big bear hug. He held me close and tight to his chest for a while lightly tracing circles and swirls over my back with his fingers.
We laid in silence for a while. I remember hearing his heart beat as my ear was directly on his chest. As we both came down it got slower and slower. Our breathing began to match pace and I started to doze off. Exhausted from the life altering experience that just occurred over the last three hours.
He gently stirred me awake and told me I was falling asleep and should probably get headed. He had prepared and brought a few hand towels to clean up. We had laid together long enough that a lot of the cum had dried and I remember we chuckled as we pulled apart where the cum had dried on our bodies.
I wiped up what wet cum was left and so did Butch. I remember how sticky my face was as all the cum that was on it has dried. I tried to scrub away the dry cum with the towel but didn't have much success. I decided to leave it. I was walking home in the dark and I was sure I wouldn't run into anyone on the way. The thought of being caught did excite and scare me.
As we both got dressed, Butch and I discussed staying in contact and meeting up again. We kissed and made our way down stairs.
As we passed by the doorway where I saw my first orgy three hours prior, there were only a few men in the room. All of them were lightly dressed and one guy teased and commented on how we must of had a good time by the sounds of it. Luckily it was very dark and they couldn't see the embarrassment I felt. Butch shooed him off and we walked to the door.
We both went out on the porch and shared a final kiss. He asked me to text him when I got home so he knew I made it safe. At this point it was well after midnight. We said our good byes and I started my walk home.
I was on cloud nine. I remember how overwhelmed and proud I was that I was finally getting to be my true self and experience true sexual bliss for the first time. Finally all that pent up sexual energy and frustration was released. I walked home thinking about how much my life was going to change now that I was free to be who I wanted to be. As I walked home, the smell and feel of dried cum across my face interrupted my thoughts of what my future hook ups would entail. Bringing me back to that amazing moment of when a boy started his journey to becoming a man.
As for Butch. We did stay in contact. We met up a few times over the next couple of years but eventually lost connection. I had moved away from my hometown and it was just the natural progression of our relationship.
I haven't spoken to Butch in over 10 years. I'm not sure if he's even still here with us. I often think about whether or not he understood how much he influenced the man I was to become and continue be.
I will remember my first time with with Butch for as long as I can.