This story is fiction, although the characters and activities... make your own mind, you decide what is truth.
The characters are adults in adult situations.
Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is yourself. Trust no one; use condoms.
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Jim Fordsojourn1950@yahoo.com
Author's Note: Thanks to Nathan for editing and who assured me it was a good read and if he hadn't been visiting his 88 year old Mother, who happened to be napping in the same room.... blah, blah,blah... He insists he will most likely reread it in a few days when he is back home and not in Editor mode.
I have been in email contact with "Tom" a retired Army type guy. Tom related the hilarious tale of the first time he was rimmed, in a shopping mall. He asked me to respond in kind. I started to. But, it got me to thinking about the first time I got rimmed. So now we have chapter two. While Max was a civilian, I was an active duty Naval Officer and it is one to reflect upon. Upon reflection, there is so much more truth in this chapter than I had believed there would be.
Chapter two
Ok, I decided to detour on my way to Norfolk Naval Base for training. I had learned online, early days of AOL, or a Bulletin Board Service, of an adult bookstore in Columbia, S.C. Where sex things happened. It was only an hour out of my way, so I thought, why not? With only the experience of playing with my adult, sleeping cousin's cock as a teenager and having just kissed CPO Morrison, I felt adventurous.
I remember it was on Two Notch Road. I had the choice of a theatre for five bucks or mini booths that showed adult videos for a quarter for a couple of minutes. I was there for adventure, so I went for the theatre. The screen was in fact just a large projection type tv. It was showing the first gay porn film I ever saw.
After my eyes adjusted, I realized the "theatre" seating was about thirty folding chairs all in disarray. It was very dark compared to the, just passed noon, broad daylight I had just left outside. I stepped to the side out of the doorway and stood at the back of the room waiting for my eyes to adjust. Eventually, I could see about eight other guys were standing against the rear wall beside me. I soon lost interest in the film as I watched one of the guys actually getting a blowjob from another guy. Once I got over that shock I realized that all of the five standing guys had their cocks out and were masturbating watching the live sex show.
The guy beside me started playing with my cock the minute I exposed myself. Imagine my thrill, to have another man stroking my cock for the first time as an adult. He was nice looking, as best I could tell, almost my height at 6'2". He was more powerfully built than I. His own cock was longer and thicker than mine. Compared to my seven inches, his was more visually impressive. I literally almost came just from his touch. He rubbed my precum all over the head of my cock. He knew how to handle an uncut cock, never directly touching the head, unless he was smearing around my precum.
As an aside, I would later learn that most uncut guys tend to be a little rougher in their cock handling. Plus circumcised cocks need lube, spit or precum, if my uncut cock dried out, pulling the foreskin back was like ripping off ten thousand bandaids at once. Fortunately, that dry foreskin and dry cockhead combination was a rare occurrence.
His hand was like the touch of an angel. When he took my hand and placed it on his on massive member, I thought nothing in my life had ever felt so right since fondling cousin Jerry when I was sixteen. We stood in the dark, just two strangers in the intimate act of stroking each other's manhood. In those short minutes, as I fought not to cum, all my fears, all my anxieties, all my feelings of inadequacy fell away. This was real, this was right, this was normal.
Of course, I wanted to know if kissing this stranger felt the same as kissing CPO Morrison. I reasoned that I was in good enough shape to take care of myself. I was training for a marathon. I worked out, so I had some muscles... not as much as some, but more than most. I figured, worse comes to worse, I would come away with having played with a cock other than my own and would have kissed two men. I turned to face my stranger. By now my vision was as good as it was going to get given the only light was from the tv screen. I studied his face and decided he was better than good looking, he was handsome. Black hair, five o'clock shadow, pronounced nose and a dimpled chin. I slowly leaned down so as to gauge his reaction as my lips approached his. He did not flinch, but I noticed he was no longer stroking my cock. His dark eyes searched my face, as if in fear. His tongue licked his lips in nervous anticipation. Once he tilted his head up to better welcome my kiss, I closed my eyes and let nature take it's course..
We should talk about lips. Mine are thin, especially my upper lip. I knew this since the first time I kissed a girl. I have always been a little too analytical. I decided there was something lacking and at first I thought, if I had fuller lips I would enjoy this whole experience more. Don't get me wrong, I have always enjoyed kissing. It was the whole kissing a girl, I would eventually discover was lacking. French kissing, even now it feels naughty writing French kissing'. Tongue wrestling was the only aspect of kissing a girl I found sexually stimulating. If I was to get a hardon kissing a girl, we were tongue wrestling.
I compared this kiss to my only other experience in man kissing and found it stimulating enough, albeit his tongue was thicker than any female tongue I had ever encountered. When my tongue pushed into his mouth, it became another challenge not to cum. This was not the shooting stars', electric shock' I felt with the Chief. But, the knowledge that I was kissing a man that was willing and actively tongue wrestling with me, had me right on the edge just the same. For my own sanity and to keep from cumming, I broke the kiss.
He was almost cute, the way his trembling lips sought to caress mine even after I broke away. I spoke for the first time since entering, "Sorry, I was about to cum".
He smiled broadly in understanding. "Look, if you got some time we can go to the motel down the street. I can get us a room". I liked his voice, it was deep and rumbling. I nodded once. I followed him to a motel down the street and after what seemed like a lifetime, I walked through the open door to his rented room. It was small, ancient and stuffy. The Air unit clunked in objection as it began to regurgitate cooled air.
He faced me as he began to undress. I watched in awe as he pulled his polo shirt up and off to reveal a massive and hairy chest. I have always been a tit man. The first thing I noticed about women was their breasts.
That was back when I pretended to be straight. (Just to be clear, I happen to be a man who is physically and emotionally attracted to other men. Who, unfortunately, grew up in a time and place where, and I mean it literally when I say it was always open season on "queers".)
His pecs drew my eyes right away. They stood out, with large areolas and nipples almost as large as number two pencil erasers. I tried to lick my lips, only to realize my mouth was dry. That was probably due to the fact that my mouth had dropped open in awe at the sight of his hairy chest and suckable nipples.
He chuckled, "You know, it's a lot more fun when both parties are naked".
I took the hint and began to quickly catch up. He was dressed in what he would later declare was his "fishing" attire, topsiders, khaki shorts, sans underwear and a polo shirt. I was similarly dressed, except I wore tightie whities. As soon as I was naked, I pulled him into my arms and kissed him thoroughly. He was definitely experienced, and I knew, almost immediately that my life would be drastically changed by the time I left this cheap, dingy motel room.
He led the way by rubbing his thumbs around my nipples. No one had ever touched my nipples in any way that I could recall. I never knew they were hardwired to my cock. But, he did or at least he found out by the moaning I did. I was not really willing to be manipulated by a stranger. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushing down said, "Suck my Cock".
He dropped as though he had been pole axed. "I thought you'd never ask". His tongue flicked and licked away a drop of precutm from my partially exposed cockhead. "Umm, tasty"! I was to learn he was quite vocal during sex. I grew up jerking off silently and had yet to learn it was ok to be noisy while having sex.
I, more insistently directed, "Suck my Cock"! He needed no further encouragement and proceeded to swallow my cock. I will forever remember the glorious feeling that wrapped around my cock and flushed through my entire body.
I don't believe in destiny or fate or an involved, caring, supreme being of any kind. I do believe that there are people with whom you simply "click". You know very quickly that you two will get along famously. Max and I were that way the moment I realized there was a chemical compatibility between my cock and his mouth. His mouth, his saliva, his something, gave my cock a warm, wet, electrically charged sensation that had me crying out, "Oh God, Oh Fuck, I'm cummminngg! As I furiously fucked his face in a mindless effort to build more of that sensation that seemed to be poised just behind my balls. I didn't care if I bruised my cock or his throat as I assaulted his wet velvet passage. The entrance to his throat was like a sphincter that joyfully gripped my cockhead as it slipped in and out in a disjointed rhythm. I am sure Max gagged, choked and slobbered. I just didn't care. I was focused on moving that joyous knotted pressure of pleasure from behind my balls into Max's belly as quickly and as forcefully as possible. I came with a blinding explosion of colored lights and shooting stars. With a roar that echoed off the walls, I gave Max all my joyful pleasure in a volley of supercharged ejaculations.
When I became aware again, I was in a semi crouched position. My hands on either side of Max's head, still gripped his hair. Max looked... ravaged. Not like some Southern Belle in a romance novel, not at all. His face, in rapture, was glistening in a combination of cum, snot and slobbers. Even as his smiled up at me I returned his smile and did something I can't to this day explain why. I spit in his face. It wasn't a hooked up loogie, that would have been gross. It was simply spit. It landed on his upper lip and his only response was to lick it up. We both laughed. At what, I'm not sure.
The a/c was kicking in good because I felt something cold on my left shin and foot. When I looked, it became clear that Max had shot a huge load on my leg and foot and the surrounding carpet. Those low hangers had churned up a mess, even this seedy room didn't often see. When I looked at Max in consternation, he shrugged and said, "I couldn't help it. I thought I was gonna black out. My throat is sore, in a totally different way. I'm surprised I can even talk. I don't know if I swallowed your cum or if it shot straight into my belly. That was the best blowjob ever. I was so out of it, I was afraid I was going to bite your cock when I came".
I chuckled at the thought of explaining my bandaged cock to my wife. "Well, honey, you know how you insist it simply too repulsive and disgusting to put my cock in your mouth even though you think nothing of my eating your pussy until you get off three or four times... well, funny thing about that.."
Leaving Max kneeling on the carpet I went into the bathroom and brought back a warm, wet washcloth and a towel. I started to wash his face but he soon took over. I sat on the side of the bed. Max knee walked to me and cleaned his cum off my foot with his towel. There was a gob just below my knee. He scooped it up with his index finger, and holding eye contact with me, made a show of licking it off his finger. My cock that had remained half hard surged in response. "I see you gave a kinky side. I like that".
I wasn't sure about kinky, I just thought it was hot. I had tasted my own cum, but only while warm. Cold, it was gelatinous and disgusting. I knew he was making a strong sexual statement that he was not yet ready to leave. Neither was I.
Max licked at the spot on my hairy leg where the cum had been. I sucked in a gasp at the sensation of his wet tongue on my skin and the idea that a real live man was doing something so intimate to me. By the time his licking reached crotch, I was throbbing again and leaking. I was leaning back on my elbows, mesmerized by the sight of this handsome, masculine, horse hung man worshipping my flesh. I decided to test his worshipfulness. "Lick my balls". He immediately began to wash my ball sack with his tongue. He seemed to take distinct pleasure in sniffing and licking the joint between my balls and my thighs. I figured I had built up some sweat after my morning shower and the hour and a half long drive I had made to get here. Once he had cleaned that area, I directed him to my pits. He was reluctant to leave my crotch since my cook was fully aroused and leaking. Still he only detoured by stopping to suck and nibble on my nipples. Which made me moan and grab his head again to influence and control the attention. When he bit too hard I jerked his head up and stared accusingly into his eyes. He seemed contrite as he muttered, "Sorry, I got carried away. I'll be more careful next time".
I nodded once then directed his face into my left armpit. He sniffed and tried to back away. I pushed his face into direct contact and directed, "Lick it"!
He did, but only for a moment. As soon as I let up the pressure he moved to kiss me. I noticed immediately why he had been hesitant regarding my pits. I had used an antiperspirant deodorant that morning and his kiss brought a whole new meaning to the term `distasteful'. I apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would taste so bad".
"That's okay. In the future, when you know you're going to play' just forego the deodorant. You can always apply it after you shower, after play time'. I normally like to lick a man's pits unless the sweat is stale or he uses deodorant. I guess there no kinky gay men working at Procter and Gamble".
With that he went back to my nipples and I went back to groaning and panting. I had been playing with my cock as he sucked and now gently nibbled on my nipples. I pushed his head down to my cock and directed, "Suck my Cock"!
Without a word he began working my cock with his lips and tongue. At one point he gathered my foreskin around his tongue and licked at my cockhead. I directed him to suck on my balls. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time and then with some discomfort on my part got them both in his mouth together. I could feel myself pushing against my balls through his distended cheeks. I pushed against his forehead stretching my ballsack. That felt good until it began to hurt. That's when I directed him to spit them out. Again there was a few moments of discomfort as he expectorated my balls. He seemed to be pleased at being able to please me.
I pushed for more. I can't say precisely why the idea came to me, but once it occurred to me it seemed like a natural progression. I pulled my knees to my chest and forcefully directed, "Lick my ass". I couldn't bring myself to command him to do something so vile as to `lick my asshole', but it was certainly my intent.
He didn't hesitate. He kissed and licked both my ass cheeks. He came close to my rosebud several times only to skip over and begin kissing the other cheek. Frustration got the better of me. Using his fisted hair as a joystick I firmly planted his face between my cheeks. "Now, lick"!
I didn't let go until I felt the most erotic, electrifying sensation in my entire life sparkled at my asshole. I am convinced, if someone shoved a cattle prod up my ass at that moment and touched to my prostate I couldn't have been any more shocked. When he managed to push that magical organ inside my anus, I clamped down on it and proceed to explosively empty my balls again. This time without touching my cock. I am also certain I momentarily blacked out.
When I opened my eyes Max was beside me on the bed, watching me intently, "Are you ok"? To this day, it is the first thing I say after my partner cums. I pulled him into a passionate kiss of gratitude. I was somewhat surprised to taste a musky not unpleasant taste, that I decided must be the flavor of my ass.
I felt his hard cock press against my side as it leaked precum onto my skin. I rolled him onto his back. As I moved to get off the bed, Max guessed my intentions. "You don't have to do that. I am having just the best time ever. We can rest a while, until you've recharged. I could easily nap in your arms".
I got the impression Max was much more fragile than his hulking size would lead one to believe. "I've got some time, if you do? We can nap after I suck your cock and make you come".
I knelt on the floor and began my first ever closeup examination of male genitalia. His cock was standing proud and tall. His balls were resting on the bed. Definitely low hangers. I noticed his pubic hair was curly like his chest hair but down here it was neatly trimmed. I had shaved mine one time, years ago, but the itching that attended the regrowth kept me from doing that again. Besides, it made me look like a little boy with a man sized cock. Trimming was something I would adopt and continue to this day. I played with his cock and balls until I was satisfied. Max just rested on his elbows and finally observed, "You've never done this, any of this with a man before have you".
At first I was defensive, thinking I had shown myself to be naive or inept. If the Navy had taught me anything it was to fake confidence if you had to' and never let them see you sweat'. I felt I had mastered both concepts. I finally realized it was my fascination with his man gear that gave me away. I relaxed and confessed I had but just recently kissed my first man. Max shared his first time was many years ago when he seduced his favorite uncle, just before his twelfth birthday. Max, I would learn was in his early forties.
Even as he began relating the details I began licking his cock head and tasting precum for the first time, other than my own. I remember thinking as I engulfed that magnificent cockhead, `I am a cocksucker'. As much as I reveled in the newness of this experience it felt intrinsically familiar. His cock juice tasted... good, different and familiar, all at the same time. It all seemed so natural. I wondered, how could anyone condemn as perverted, anything that felt so normal.
I swished my tongue around and was treated to more cock juice. I took more of his wonderful manroot into my mouth and thought, I must be a natural cocksucker. I took in even more and promptly choked and gagged. My eyes burned and teared up and my nose began to run. I can't say I looked ravaged like Max had. I figured I just didn't look squared away. I used the towel to wipe my face and began again. Max encouraged me to take it slow. He reminded me he was larger than most men. He told me to focus on the head area, where most of the good feelings are found. I ignored what I perceived to be a somewhat patronizing attitude and focused on sucking my first cock. I never `deep throated' him, but when I sucked on his cock and twisted and pinched his nipples he went crazy. He may not have entered my throat but he certainly banged on the entrance a time or two. He tried not to control my head as I had done his. I could tell by the way he ran his fingers through my hair it was hard for him to resist the temptation. He began humping into my mouth, but by not holding my head still, it didn't provide a whole lot of friction. I let go his nipples and put my hands on top of his to give him permission to use me as I had used him. He got the message and began humping into my face as his grip tightened in my hair. I began gagging enough to realize that had been a really bad idea. I had learned to swim just prior to attending OCS, Officer Candidate School, so I knew I could hold my breath for bit without panicking. Instead of fighting for my freedom I upped my assault on his nipples. The results were immediate and substantial. Max began to cuss like a pissed of Sailor. I didn't exactly deep throat him, but neither did I taste his first two spurts of cum.
Once I milked the last of his cum from his massive manstalk, I headed to the bathroom. I wanted to look and my face as a newly minted cocksucker. What I viewed in my reflection was pretty reasonable facsimile of Max's face earlier... I had been properly ravaged.
Max and I lay side by side on the bed and talked as we recovered. He wanted to get me off one more time and I was eventually willing and able to satisfy his taste. Turns out Max was a professor of history at Southern Baptist College, just outside Charleston. He was in town on family business and stopped in on his way back to his home in downtown Charleston for a little fun. We also learned we were both married, with children. We exchanged business numbers and kissed deeply one last time before leaving the room and parting ways.
I stopped at a fast food joint in North Carolina. By that time I had developed a ravenous hunger. I can't remember what training I attended, but I remember dreaming that week of Max and of the Chief. The best dreams were of them both together in bed with me.
Author's Note:Thanks to those who emailed me. Especially those that shared their military experiences. Tom, I am sorry, I just realized as I was getting ready to email this that I had not sent a response to your "rimming" email.
Please let me know if this should continue. Jim sojourn1950@yahoo.com