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I was nineteen years old and a Private in the Army when I met Stephen. I had been out drinking with the boys when I decided to head home to the barracks. I didn't have a car, so I did what I usually did and started to hitchhike. Within about twenty minutes I was picked up by a man in a red Nissan sports car.
The man, who introduced himself as Stephen, was about forty two or so and in pretty good shape. He sort of reminded me of an older Magnum P.I. type. He was friendly enough, but not too talkative. I told him where I was headed and he agreed to give me a ride. Stephen said he was going to a party and did I mind if we stopped off at his place for a few minutes before he dropped me off. I agreed.
We got to his house and he asked if I minded him grabbing a quick shower. I didn't really want to hang around, but what could I do. I reluctantly agreed and was offered a cold Heineken for my trouble. Stephen directed me to his sectional sofa and turned on the TV and VCR for me. He said I'd enjoy the entertainment while I waited.
On the screen I saw a nice porno running. It was a sort of compilation tape which was made up of various scenes from different movies edited together on one tape. I sat back and enjoyed the show. I had to adjust myself before too long as my cock was growing inside my jeans. I wanted to pull it out and jerk off, but I was afraid I'd get caught.
A few scenes into the movie things changed drastically. I looked up to see two guys on screen and one was sucking the other's hard cock. As much as this suprised me, I was more suprised by the fact that I was still turned on. In fact, the taboo of the whole thing made it even better than the straight porn. A few scenes of guys and the tape changed again to some hot girl on girl action.
After a bit, Stephen came back in. He was freshly showered and wearing a pair of black slacks and a nice button down shirt. He grabbed a beer for himself and came and sat next to me.
"You enjoying the tape?" he asked.
"Yeah", I replied, "It's pretty hot."
"I hope you weren't too freaked out by the all guy scenes", he said.
"Well", I muttered, "it's not really my thing, but it was ok."
"Cool", he replied, "let's watch a few minutes of this while I finish my beer and we can get going."
So there we sat, checking out the action when Stephen reached down and opened his zipper. He pulled out his hardening cock and started to stroke it gently as if I wasn't there at all.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit freaked out. First the gay porn and now this. In the back of mind I suspected I was going to get hit on soon. More than that, I suspected that I was going to give in. Stephen carried himself with an air of total confidance and total control and I couldn't deny that I was more than a little turned on by him sitting there stroking himself.
"Hey Tom", Stephen said lookingover, "you know I could really use a little help over here, buddy."
With that, he just calmly reached over, grabbed my hand, guided it onto his cock, and leaned back as I started to stroke him. He was obviously a man who was used to getting what he wants. There I was giving this man a hand job as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He had a nice, thick, seven inch cock that was throbbing in my hand. I could feel the first couple drops of slick precum as it ran down the shaft. After a couple of minutes, he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and started to guide me to his cock. He never said a word, he simply guided me down until I took the head of his cock into my mouth and started to suck. I could taste the salty precum that was still oozing from his slit and I felt him slide a little deeper into my mouth and throat with every gentle grind of his strong hips.
I felt his hands reach down and pull my shirt from my pants and up to my head. I pulled away from his cock long enough to let him pull my shirt off. I started to suck him off again as he fiddled with my pants and pulled them open. I thought he was going to jack me off, but he simply pulled my pants down off my hips and played with my ass. I kept on sucking, but as I did I kicked off my sneakersand pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. Somehow, I knew that was what he wanted and I couldn't help but comply. Now I was totally naked andon all fours sucking this strange man's cock as he played with my asshole and caressed my ass cheeks.
After a bit, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back off his cock. I looked up at him as he stood and pulled down his pants and underwear. He reached into a drawer in the end table and withdrew a condom and a small bottle of lube. I watched as he rolled the condom onto his hard cock and squeezed out a small amount of lube onto the head. He still hadn't said a word. He didn't have to.
I turned and faced the opposite direction, still on all fours. I felthim climb between my legs and open my ass cheeks. I felt a cold sensation as the dollop of lube on his cock head pressed against myvirgin asshole. There was pressure and then a slow jolt of pain as he entered me. The pain let up asmyasshole relaxed and loosened up. He help my hipsfirmly as he moved in and out of my tight hole. I clenched my jaw shut tightly and squeezed my eyes shut as he fucked me harder and harder. He wentfaster and faster inside me until he suddenly pushed the entire length of his hard cock deep inside me and held it as his fingers dug deep into the skin of my hips. I could feel himshooting wave after warm wave of cum as my puckering asshole milked his softening cock.
Then, just as quickly as it had started, he reached down and grabbed the base of the condom and pulled it and his cock from my sore ass. He grabbed a tissue and removed the condom discreetly, pulled up his pants and walked to the bathroom. I was in something of a daze. I finally got up and dressed myself. A few minutes later, Stephen came back and asked if I was ready to go. I said I was and we left. We drove in comfortable silence with minimal conversation. It was as if nothing had happened. We stopped on the corner near my barracks and Stephen casually said that he'd had a nice time. He handed me a business card and said that if I ever wanted to get together again that I should call.
With that I thanked him for a good time and got out. As his car pulled away from the curb I looked down at his card and smiled knowing that that I would surely call.