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First & Only

By: drlust



I never imagined I would like to suck cock.

When I was a teenager, I had a couple of friends who were gay and so I was not repulsed by things queer the way many guys my age were. But I was also firmly heterosexual. I had never even had a fantasy about another guy. That is, until my senior year of college.

One of my friends was what you would call a free spirit. Rob was a tall lanky kid with light brown hair, a wide smile and a happy go lucky nature, always looking for the next party. He dressed almost exclusively in overalls (this was the 1970s after all) and during the summer months he would even dispense with the shirt and shoes. It’s funny now to realize that Rob is now a respectable physician with a wife, three children, and a thriving practice. In 1979 he was just a party boy.

That summer was especially hot and so my friends and I spent much of our free time trying to find ways to cool off. I can’t remember who it was who discovered a particular out of the way farm pond, but once we knew about it, it became our regular escape from the 90 degree heat. We’d sit around on the bank, smoke a few joints, and then jump in and cavort for an hour or so, before returning to town to our various bar jobs. 

Rob was the one who started the skinny dipping rule. When he arrived at the pond the first time, he shucked off his overalls and dove in. Encouraged by his blithe disregard for self-exposure, the rest of us did the same. That is was all guys made it a bit easier. While we were paddling around in the brownish water, Rob said we should make it a rule that anyone who wanted to swim at our secret swimming hole would have to agree to get naked. Because this raised the possibility of convincing girls to skinny dip with us, we all agreed.

As we were all clambering out of the water at the end of our swim, I looked over toward Rob and my jaw dropped. His cock was huge. I had never seen one that large before, not even in the few porn films I’d seen. As he walked toward the tree where his overalls hung, it slapped back and forth on his thighs, dangling there like something you would expect to see on a farm animal.

Not wanting anyone to see me staring, I wrenched my gaze away from his crotch and busied myself getting my own clothes back on. I was especially anxious to get dressed because my own cock had begun to stir and I certainly didn’t want anyone to see that.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about what I’d seen. And as I thought about it, my cock began to harden. Tentatively at first, but then with gusto, I stroked myself until I came, shuddering and gasping. Immediately I was torn by conflicting emotions. Did this mean I was gay? Was there something wrong with me? When could I get another glimpse of his cock? 

Afraid that I might actually be gay, I avoided Rob for several weeks and did not go swimming with the guys, for fear that I’d get a hard on in front of them. I was really terrified. But, when I found out that some girls had started to go to our swimming hole too and that they were getting naked with the guys, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Only twice more that summer did Rob and I swim on the same day, but both times I made sure to get an eyeful of his cock. And both times I spent happy evenings in my bed stroking my cock as I visualized his. The joy I felt as I fantasized about his cock evaporated as soon as I came, because my fears of being gay would return right after the orgasm subsided.

It never occurred to me that my fantasies about Rob would go any further until the following year when one of my roommates moved out of our group house and Rob asked to move in. I could hardly exercise a veto, given that he was a good friend of mine and of several of the other people in the house. So, in late August Rob moved into the room next to mine.

It was torture.

Night after night I was forced to lie in my bed and think about that cock just a few feet away from me. But even worse was the fact that Rob had a very active sex life and our walls were kind of thin. Even if they were trying to be quiet, I could hear Rob and his various dates—he seemed to have a succession of willing partners—going at it. “Oooh Rob, your cock is so big!” “Baby, I’m gonna cum!” “You fill me up so much!” 

Needless to say, if my own girlfriend was not visiting, I masturbated often to the sounds coming through the wall.

By mid-winter, I couldn’t take it any more and concocted a plan that I hoped would result in me having a turn with his cock.

On a weekend when I knew that both of our current girlfriends were going to be unavailable, so I invited him to join me downtown for a few beers. All night I worried that he’d pick up some girl, but to my relief, he did not.

When we got home, I asked whether he wanted to join me in my room for a joint.

“Sure Tom,” he said, smiling a kind of woozy smile he always got when he’d been drinking.

Once we’d fired up the joint and spent a few minutes laughing about various things that had happened in the bar, I made my move.

“Rob, I picked up some incredible porn mags the other day,” I said. “Want to check them out?”

He smiled at me again. “Sure,” he said again.

Pulling them from under my chair, I passed a couple over and lit up another joint. We both began leafing through the magazines, ogling the huge tits, glistening cocks, and crazy positions of the models. My cock was already hard from anticipation, and as I snuck peeks at his, I could see a very large bulge in the crotch of his trademark overalls.

By the time the second joint was gone, I was very stoned and knew he had to be too. So, it was time.

“Rob, I gotta admit, this stuff makes me very horny,” I muttered.

“I can see that,” he laughed, looking at my crotch.

“Would you mind if I pulled out my dick and beat off,” I asked, trying to sound tentative about it.

At that he surprised me, laughing loudly. I wasn’t sure what this meant.

“Tom, I know what you really want,” Rob said. “You want to see my cock, don’t you?”

I was stunned. Was I that transparent? All I could do was nod and stammer, “Well, yeah. How did you know?”

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I’m used to it. In fact, I kind of like the attention.” 

And with that he stood up, unhooked his overalls and let them drop. He wasn’t wearing underwear and so as the overalls fell away, his cock sprung upward, staring at me, not four feet away.

“Wow,” I said. “You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep,” he replied. “It’s really big.”

I was mesmerized. Thinking back on it now, I’d guess it was probably at least 8 or 9 inches long. Since that day I’ve seen bigger cocks in porn films, but only a few. My own 6 inch penis seemed tiny, almost child-like, by comparison.

I realized that I was just staring at his meat as it pointed in my general direction, and so I shifted my gaze up to his eyes. They were smiling at me in a mixture of stoned, happy, and horny.

“Hey,” he said, “You are the one who asked about taking out his cock. So let’s see it.”

I was a little embarrassed, given the size differential between us. But, I would have done just about anything he asked at that moment. Standing up myself, I unbuckled my pants, unzipped myself and pushed my jeans down to my ankles, snaring my boxers on the way.

There we were, two stoned guys with raging hardons, standing in the middle of my bedroom floor.

“What now Tom?” Rob asked me.

“Uh, time to start stroking, I guess,” I replied sounding more than a little dopey.

“Don’t you want to touch my cock?” he asked.

I couldn’t even speak I was so horny. I just nodded and stumbled over toward him, my pants still around my ankles. This made him laugh again and he said, “Take your pants all the way off Tom, before you get hurt.”

Laughing myself, I struggled out of my shoes and socks, then kicked off my pants. Stepping more confidently toward him now, I reached down and grasped his cock in my right hand. I was surprised by how cool it felt to my touch. For some reason I had expected it to be burning hot. As I wrapped my fingers around his shaft he moved his hips forward just a bit, pressing himself into my hand. I could feel the blood surging into the veins on the side of his shaft as he did this and a small gasp escaped my throat.


“Mmmm, that feels nice,” he murmured.

“It feels incredible,” I responded. I lay my head on his shoulder so I could see what was happening and tightened my grip on him as I worked my hand up and down the shaft of his amazing cock. It was easily twice as thick as mine and I stared at it as my hand moved on it. The head and last two or three inches had turned a deep purplish red, while the base was pale, almost white where it disappeared into his pubic hair. The skin was so soft. I’d never really noticed that about my own cock before.

I let my hand ride all the way to the plum-sized head, then stretched his skin tight as I slid back down to the base. The stretching motion was extending him away from his body, making it appear even larger from my vantage point above it. My own cock was so hard now I thought it would burst, but the last thing on my mind was my own pleasure. I was so entranced by his cock that all I could think of was making love to it.

After a few minutes of this stroking, I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to lick the underside of his dick, letting my tongue roll from one side to the other until I reached the head. There I flicked my tongue all around the head, paying special attention to that place on the underside where the nerve endings all come together. This won me a loud moan from Rob. His eyes were closed now and he was clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment.

While I licked him this way—starting at his large balls and ending at the head—I used my other hand to fondle his scrotum, lifting his balls, toying with them, feeling their fullness. I was in love with everything about his cock.

Then I tried to take him into my mouth. This proved to be much more difficult than I had expected. Having watched various girlfriends suck my own cock over the years, I assumed I’d just pop it into my mouth and suck. But my first reaction was to gag hard and I spit him back out.

This caused Rob’s eyes to snap open and he looked down at me with concern.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’re doing just fine Tom, just fine,” he assured me. “Let’s try it lying down.”

Once he was on my bed, I knelt between his legs, pulled his cock back toward me, and began licking the head again. I was a little reluctant to try sucking on it, for fear I would gag again. But, after a few minutes of this, I screwed up my courage and slowly worked my lips down over the head, stretching my mouth open as widely as I could. This time it went in more easily and I was able to encase the head of his cock in my mouth with no difficulty. I tried moving my mouth down the shaft, but that proved to be really more than I could do without gagging.

Now I began to work on him in earnest, sucking hard on the head the way I like my cock to be sucked, drawing blood into the head with a vacuum-like pressure, then letting it all out at once by releasing the pressure suddenly. All the while, I was stroking the skin of his shaft up and down and fondling his balls.

Before long, I felt his balls begin to retract toward his shaft and knew that this meant he was going to cum soon. I increased the speed of what I was doing and sucked even harder on the head, lashing it with my tongue as I sucked. Be began to grunt and buck his hips upward and I had to bob my head as he did this to keep him from pushing toward my throat.

Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock flare outward in my mouth and he shouted “Yes!” at the top of his lungs…God, I had heard him shout this through my bedroom wall many times over the past few months…and then my mouth was filled with his sperm. Again I had to force myself to keep from gagging, opening my mouth wide to let it slide between my lips and onto his shaft.

With my mouth over his cock, I milked him, pressing his balls upward against the base of his shaft, pumping hard with my other hand. Two or three large gobs of sperm gushed out of him, into my mouth, and then down onto my hand as I stroked insistently. Then a few more dribbles, and then he was done.

I was shaking all over I was so overwhelmed by what had just happened. It was by far the most erotic experience of my entire life. I couldn’t believe it had felt so good to suck his cock. All I could say was “Thank you Rob, thank you.”

“Thank me?” he said, lifting his head off the bed to stare at me? “Thank you for an excellent blow job Tom.”

“God, Rob, I’ve wanted to suck your cock for the longest time,” I stammered.

“Well, I’m glad you finally made a move on me Tom,” he replied. “Very glad.”

I rolled over onto the bed, exhausted by the intensity of my own emotions. I would have gone to sleep then and there, but Rob had other ideas.

“You’re not going to pass out on me, are you,” he asked.

“Uh, no, of course not,” I stammered.

“Good,” he said firmly. And with that he rolled over in the bed next to me and took my cock in his hands. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he began to stroke me languidly. After a few minutes of this, I felt first his hot breath, then his tongue and then his entire mouth engulf me.

I was sure I was going to explode on the spot, but Rob was in no hurry to bring me off. Ever time I got close to an orgasm, he would back off, kissing his way down to my feet and then back, or coming up to my chest to play with my nipples and then my ears. I have no idea how long this went on, but it seemed like hours of bliss.

To my disappointment, he stopped, and flopped down on the bed next to me. I was so turned on all I wanted was to cum, and I remember being worried that he was so buzzed that he was going to pass out without letting me finish. Fortunately for me, he had no such intention.

“Tom,” he asked, “have you ever had anal sex?” I clenched at the thought of his giant cock tearing me open. I was ready to run if he proposed it.

“No,” I admitted, scared by what he might say next. I was definitely going to say no when he asked to fuck me.

“Well,” Rob said, “This is your big chance. I want you to fuck me.” 

I couldn’t believe it. For years I had dreamed about having anal sex, but none of my various girlfriends had ever been willing. Here was a guy offering himself to me the very first time we’d been together!

“I’d love that Rob,” I said. “How would you like it to go?”

With that, he got up and walked out of my room. I was just about to follow him, figuring that was what he wanted, when he returned from his room carrying some KY jelly.

“I have to keep this around because some girls have trouble taking me easily,” he said. Then he lay back on the bed, squeezed out a gob of the KY and smeared it on his ass, using the rest to lube up his cock. Then he raised his knees toward his chest and smiled, “I think you can figure it out from here,” he said.

I scrambled up onto my knees and positioned myself between his legs, staring at his asshole as it winked at me. I began to tease it with my index finger, probing around the edges and then pushing just the first bit of my finger in. When it disappeared easily into him, I knew he was no virgin, so I pushed the whole finger in. This won me a gasp and I watched with glee as his cock, which was now semi hard again, jumped upward off his belly.

“Fuck the finger Tom,” he commanded. “I want your cock.”

I grabbed the KY and smeared some on my own cock and then some more on his. Then I positioned the head of my cock at his rectum and began to push into him. God, the feeling was incredible. I went in without difficulty, but he was still so much tighter than any woman’s vagina had ever been. 

I felt my balls begin to constrict and knew if I moved much more, I’d cum immediately. So I stopped about half way into him and began to stroke his dick. In less than a minute he had achieved a fully hard state again and there I was, my cock in his ass and his in my hand. Too afraid to move lest I cum, I stayed where I was and stroked and stroked and stroked his cock.

At last I calmed down enough to sink all the way into him. The sight of the bases of our cocks together, his massive balls obscuring the base of my own cock, was amazing. Working him more rapidly now, I slowly slid outward, until the head of my cock reached the rim of his rectum. Then I pushed slowly again until I was all the way in.

Repeating this slow in and out was sending us both into spasms of delight. Before long he pushed my hand off his cock and began stroking himself in earnest, eyes closed, off in his own world of pleasure. That was my cue to start focusing on myself. My eyes riveted on his massive cock, I began to fuck him more steadily, feeling the pressure beginning to build in my balls that soon would be inescapable.

When I couldn’t take it any more, I grabbed his hips and began to slam myself against him, oblivious to whether I was hurting him or not. From the grunts that were coming from his lips, I clearly wasn’t hurting him. His hand began pumping so hard on his cock that it was almost a blur.

Suddenly I came. Driving myself to the hilt, I held his hips while wave after wave of my orgasm swept over me. After wave number three, I began pumping furiously again, willing him to cum as I had. Sure enough, two or three more strokes of my cock was all it took and his cum was spurting upward, splattering on his chin and neck. I slammed myself into him as he came, trying to match his spurts with my strokes.

When he subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, feeling his cock wedged between us. Overcome by it all, I passed out right there, falling into a deep sleep. 

When I woke up, he was spooned up against me. It was five in the morning and the light in my window was just turning to grey. Smiling, I snuggled back up against him and went back to sleep. At that moment I didn’t care if I was gay or not. I had just had the most erotic experience of my life and I was going to savor it.

Over the next few months, we repeated our adventures of that night three more times. Each time it was wonderful, but never as pleasurable as that first night. I found out that he had been aggressively bi-sexual for years, which explained why he wasn’t a virgin. When the school year ended, he went off to medical school and we’ve never seen one another since.

I thought about going after other men, but this was just when HIV appeared in the United States and I was too afraid to act on my desires. Then, like Rob, I got married and settled down. Since that day, I’ve often masturbated remembering our lovemaking and more than once I’ve wished I could suck cock again. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll convince my wife to watch while I seduce another man?

Until then, I still have the memories of that incredible first night.

First and Only



"Yes, hold just like that, please. You pose well."

"As well I should," Philip answered as he put an arm up to lean on the frame of the door out to the balcony. All he was wearing was an opaque dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping open, which was made even more opaque—luminous even—by the backlighting of the sun beyond the balcony of the eleventh-floor, Darlinghurst, Sydney, apartment. Philip's trim, well-muscled, but not overly so, blond body was gorgeous in its smooth-muscled sculpted lines. His cut cock hung low, nestled in a well-defined nut sack. The only jewelry Philip was wearing—by request—was an elaborate Esculpta cock ring at the base of his cock, made of black rubber, with silver lions' heads on each end, that wound around the base of the cock more than once, showing the lions' heads at the top, facing away from each other.

"How about this?" Philip asked after Steve had taken a couple of photos. He lowered his head, looking at his feet, so that his face didn't show, just the tousled top of his blond, with golden highlights, head of curly hair.

Steve, about ten years older than Philip—thirty-five to Philip's twenty-five—dark-haired, slightly hirsute, rougher looking, more heavily muscled and solidly built than Philip, put the camera down, turned to his easel, and picked up a chunk of black charcoal. "Perfect. Now if you can hold that pose for fifteen or twenty minutes, we're home free." He was dressed only in gym shorts, pulled down in front by a heavy basket, and flip-flops.

"There, done," he said some fifteen minutes later.

"Can I see it?" Philip asked, raising his head. He had remained stock still the entire time.

"Later," Steve answered with a husky voice. "First we fuck. I told you you'd pose and I would sketch, and then we'd fuck." He had lost the gym shorts and was in magnificent, uncut erection.

"Where?" Philip asked, his eyes big in confirming the size of Steve for real for the first time outside the pages of a glossy nudes book. Philip felt himself going hard.

"Sit on the chair on the balcony. I'll be out there in a minute."

The minute was spent gathering up lubricant and condom packets.

Coming out onto the balcony, Steve sank down on his knees in front of Philip. He grasped Philip's legs under the knees and parted and lifted them while he pulled Philip's buttocks forward and rolled them up. He spent several minutes licking down the side of Philip's cock as it engorged, sucking on his balls, and seeking out his hole with a tongue before he returned to Philip's cock, deepthroated it several times, and then gave him the preliminaries of a blow job in earnest, while Philip moaned and bucked under him, talked dirty, and clutched at Steve's curly black head hair with his fingers.

At length, Steve pulled his mouth off the cock, and this was when Philip thought he would be fucked. He was prepared for that. For some time now he had welcomed the thought, even as thick and long as Steve's cock turned out to be.

But Steve surprised him. When he opened a condom packet, he rolled it down on Philip's cock instead of his. Then he dribbled the crowned cock with lubricant, palmed more of it, and rubbed that into his own asshole as he stood and crouched over Philip's lap. He lowered his channel on Philip's cock and started, first, a slow rise and fall rhythm on the cock, pulling Philip's face into his chest, the young man's lips onto a nipple nestled in black, curly chest hair. Philip placed his hands on Steve's waist and groaned at the surprise pleasure of his cock being worked by the older, well-experienced man.

After a few minutes of a gentle rhythm, Steve began picking up speed, fucking himself hard and deep on Philip's cock. Philip raised his head and Steve cupped his ears and brought his lips into a deep kiss. Philip reached down and started stroking Steve's cock in a rhythm matching Philip's ever-faster rise and then slam down on the cock. Philip flopped his head back as he came out of the kiss and cried out "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, of fuck!" as Steve went after Philip's arm pits with his tongue and teeth.

They came almost simultaneously—the very first time they had sex. It was not the fuck that Philip had expected by a long shot, but it was a good one for him.

* * * *

Earlier in the day, if Philip was being honest with himself, which he always liked to try to be, he was bored and cruising. He was on the second day of a three-day layover in Sydney, and, having nothing else to do—he wanted to go to a beach, but the directions that anyone had given to him on getting to one had been too complicated—he found himself seeking out the gay districts of the city in search of some action. He'd never been to Sydney—or Australia, for that matter—before. He'd been told that there was a gay district in the southern Sydney sector of Darlinghurst, within walking distance of his hotel in the harbor area, and he had found a gay bookstore, The Bookshop Darlinghurst, there and was perusing the book offerings—and the clientele. He hadn't been laid in nearly a week, and he was getting jittery.

There were several young men there. Only one was brawny in the way Philip liked his men, though. Heavily muscled and wearing gym shorts and an athletic T-shirt with deep cuts in the armholes that showed tight, curly black hair peeking out here and there and in more profusion at the armpits. He looked like a footballer, and he looked like he could be rough in sex. He also looked several years older than Philip. All of this was enticing to the young man. But the man's attention seemed to be elsewhere.

Philip moved to the table of art books. He saw the 2013 edition of the Dieux du Stade Calendar, featuring artistic nude shots of the rugby players of Paris. He didn't have this edition of the calendar yet and thought this would be as good a place to buy it as anywhere. But as he reached for it, so did another hand. A bigger, rougher hand than his, with tight, curly black hair on the back of it. The hand came down on top of his and held his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Philip said. "We seemed to have been reaching for the same calendar at the same time."

"I would have thought this book over here was more to your interest," the man he'd already scoped out said in a rich baritone voice.

"Uh, which one?"

"The Henning Von Berg photo book. Alpha Males."

"And why did you think I might be interested in that one?"

"All of his models are particularly hung. That's the point of the book. The lower hung a man is, the more he is Alpha material, according to Von Berg."

"Oh, and am I supposed to be impressed by big cocks?"

"I certainly hope so."

God, he's cocky—and confident of himself, Philip thought. Then he went on to append, as well he should be, as he looked down the line of the man's torso from his muscular pecs to his solid waist and the way his gym shorts were pulled down in front. Philip could make out the line of a thick cock and there were two silver lions' heads peeking above the center of the waistband, just above where the man's cock would be rooted. It didn't even appear that he was wearing a jock or briefs under the gym shorts.

"There are several copies of the calendars," he said. "We can both have one." But the man still had his hand on Philip's and Philip hadn't tried to take his away. He had come in here on the off chance of picking up a hookup for the afternoon. And this guy fit the bill. Philip didn't want to discourage him.

"You don't sound like you are from around here, and I haven't seen you in here before," the man said.

"No. I'm an American. This is my first time in Sydney. I'm just here for a few days this time, although I'll be back frequently now. I haven't seen much of anything."

Offer to show me something, Philip was thinking. I think you know what I want you to show me. You're cocky enough to assume that's what I want to see. And I'm needy enough for you to be right.

"Ah, an American. So, what part of America and what brings you here?"

"I live in Los Angeles. I'm an air steward. Just signed on for the Los Angeles-to-Sydney route. I'll be here a couple of times a week for a couple of days."

Take me somewhere and fuck me, Philip added in his mind.

"An air steward. Qantas?"

"No, Delta."

"And your interest in this art work is?"

Because I'm gay and cruising, Philip screamed in his brain. Because I'm looking for some hunk to fuck my brains out. I'm bored. And because, like the men in this art book, you fit the bill and know you do. But what he said was, "I'm also a model. On the side."

"Ah, a model . . . on the side And maybe all that entails."

Yes and on my back too. Go ahead and say it. Go ahead and make something out of it. Tell me you want me on my back.

But the man just repeated himself. "A model. I could have guessed. Nudes?"

"Yes, sometimes. But mostly underwear . . . and jeans . . . and swim wear ads."

"So, as good as nude, considering the ads for those these days."

"I guess you could say so."

Ask me to go with you somewhere, Philip's mind was begging.

"And an escort too, I'll bet," the man said. Philip had been looking away from the man and now his gaze snapped back to the man's face. He was giving Philip a level look and had a slight smile on his face. If he was moving in for the hookup—which Philip welcomed—this was the most direct stab at it Philip had heard thus far. Philip shuddered a bit. The man was a strong dominant. Philip would be manhandled. This was like winning the lottery.

"Are you always this forward?" Philip asked. He intended to make it sound insulted, but he didn't think he'd accomplished that. And he wanted to hook-up anyway.

"When I see something I'm interested in, yes. So, are you an escort in Los Angeles too?"

"Yes, when it suits."

"Both ways?"

"Excuse me? What do you mean? Both men and women? We're standing here in a gay bookstore, you know. But women hire me to escort them as well as men."

"I mean top or bottom or versatile?"

Philip gave it a few seconds to make the man wonder if he was home free—although, of course he was. He was a real hunk and he was crowding in on Philip just the way that made Philip melt to a man. "Yes to all of it," Philip answered. "Both men and women, both top and bottom. Now is that all you wanted to know? Are you really asking if I'll go with you—let you fuck me? Wanting me to say that I want you to fuck me?"

"Well, what I really wanted to know—what drew me over here—is wondering if you would model for me."

Was that a "gotcha" grin on the hunk's face?

"You're a photographer?"

"No. I'm a sketch artist. Charcoal mostly—because it's faster. I like to capture expressions and poses instantaneously."

"And should I ask what else you do as you did with me?"

"You mean other than fuck my models?"

"Yes," Philip answered, his face turning red. It wasn't this man who was going to be embarrassed by direct talk.

"No problem. No secrets. I'm in construction."

"Oh, a construction worker." Yes, he did look a little like a construction worker, Philip thought. Solid, compact, hunky, and a bit rough. And he was dressed for the part. That didn't make much difference to Philip. He liked them a little rough. And this guy had an attitude that suggested he'd drive real hard. Philip also liked casual sex. This was working out well for him.

"Not a construction worker. I said I was in construction. As in an architect. High-rise buildings. I work here and in Brisbane. But I live mainly in Brisbane because there's a lot of construction there. More than here. I keep a place here too though."

"Your place is nearby?" This was where Philip expected to be asked baldly to go there with him. He would just as baldy say yes.

"Yes, just down the street a bit. So, I wondered if you would sit for a drawing for me."

"In the nude, and then we'd fuck?" It was time to stop dancing around the topic of interest to Philip?

It came right back. "Yes, something like that. If you wanted a big cock, applied well."

"Yes."

The man looked a little surprised. He apparently hadn't expected this so fast after all the work he'd done, all of their playful bantering. He backpedaled a bit. "But you said you were a professional model and a rent boy. No preliminary negotiations? No 'It will be this much'?"

"I said escort, not rent boy. Don't cheapen it. I don't need your money."

"But you want to fuck. You came into a place like this looking for a fuck. I can tell."

"I said yes. And I've also said I don't need your money. Yes, I want to fuck. Yes, I came here looking for a hookup. And I think you'll do fine—if you haven't been hyping what you don't have. But you could pay me in some way for the modeling. There's something I need someone to do for me."

"What's that?"

"I've wanted to go to a beach. I've heard they're good here. But I have no way to get to one or any idea what direction to go in."

"You want me to take you to a beach in exchange for a fuck?"

"As the price of modeling. The fuck would be free. I want it, and I think I'd enjoy having it from you. I won't lie about that."

"You have a suit with you? I only ask because whether or not you do determines which beach I take you to."

"Not with me, but back at my hotel."

"Which is your hotel?"

"The Grace on the corner of King and York."

"The art deco one near the harbors? That's on our way to the beach I have in mind."

"Bondi beach? That's the one I've heard the most about."

"I'm thinking of a more private one. Obelisk beach. On the other side of the entrance into the bay from Bondi beach. It's more private."

"OK. How are we going to get there?"

"I have a ute. We'll take that."

"A ute?"

"The Aussie version of what I think you Yanks call a pickup truck combined with a sport's utility."

"Let's go, then. I'll get the calendar. You might want one too. You look like a rugby player too."

"I've scrummed in my time, yes. But those are French guys. They wouldn't measure up to us Aussies."

Still boasting? "Maybe you should buy the Alpha Males book, then. You said it covers champion hung guys. You could compare."

"I don't need the book. I'm in it. Page 32."

With trembling hands Philip flipped the pages of the glossy photographs of nudes. "Holy shit. That is you. Holy shit."

"Shall we go?" the man said, with a smile, as he put the palm of his hand on the small of Philip's back and started guiding the nearly hyperventilating young man toward the bookstore's door.

Already taking charge. Philip trembled with anticipation.

The man's ride turned out to be a sleek and sporty lime green Ford XR8, which he extracted from an underground garage nearby underneath a high-rise apartment house that Philip thought might be where the man had his Sydney digs.

* * * *

The man, who introduced himself as Steve on the ride to the hotel, sat in a chair and watched Philip undress in his hotel room and then pull on a skimpy Speedo. Philip kept looking at the bed. He did want to go to the beach, but what he really would have liked would have been for Steve to fuck him with that monster cock before they went—if, of course, the photograph in the art book hadn't been photo shopped. Philip was real interested in checking that out.

But Steve didn't take the hint. He just sat and watched. And Philip wasn't going to beg for it. At least not yet.

"Don't you have a suit?"

"In the ute, yes. But I'll wear what I have on," Steve answered. Philip hoped that Steve would be going into the water. He couldn't wait to see a pair of wet gym shorts hanging off the guy. He was wondering if those silver lions' heads were attached to what he thought they were. There wasn't much they could be attached to if not that.

Obelisk beach was out Middle Head Road, toward the harborside town of Manly, on the north shore of the long bay stretching inland to Sydney.

The section they went to was a gay beach permitting nude sunbathing, and although there weren't many guys on the beach, they tended to be paired off and were making out most of the time. Not actual humping, as that wasn't allowed on the beach, but everything up to penetration, and there were many pathways leading in from the road to the beach covered in heavy foliage. Pairs of men could go off into the bush for their fucking and then come back and perhaps pair off with others for another round. Several eyed Philip and Steve closely in passing, but a good look at Steve told them it was best to move on and perhaps take their chances with Philip later if he was alone.

Philip and Steve mainly made out—heavily so, and in fact probably a bit beyond the beach's "no penetration" rules. They didn't go off into the paths, and they didn't stay long on the beach. Steve obviously had an agenda. He was the aggressor. That was the way Philip wanted it.

After they had lain on a beach blanket, side by side, on their backs for a while, Steve rolled over on top of Philip. He didn't let his weight rest on Philip except at their crotches, propping himself up on his elbows and his knees, but what he did to Philip couldn't be called much less than a dry fuck—with enough penetration to make Philip moan for more. His knees were between Philip's thighs, his arms were cradling Philip's back, and his hands were cupping Philip's head, holding him captive, while Steve ground against Philip's basket with his own and trapped Philip's lips in deep, tongue in mouth kisses when he wasn't ravishing Philip's nipples with his lips and teeth.

Rolling Philip's pelvis up by forcing his thighs under Philip's, and after rubbing the underside of his nearly unclothed cock over Philip's hole at length while Philip shuddered and writhed under him, Steve pressed his cock head, fettered only by the thin material of his gym shorts and the not-much-thicker material of Philip's Speedo, against Philip's hole and actually managed a bit of penetration of the bulb in short jabs that had Philip gasping and counterpressing, bringing the gigantic bulb a bit further inside his opening, sighing for him, and whispering of moving into the foliage and completing the fuck. Philip, panting hard and groaning and moaning, begged and whined for the fuck, but Steve just laughed. At length Philip came in his Speedo and collapsed under Steve.

"Fuck me for real now, please," he whined.

"Drawing first. Then we fuck for real. Had enough of visiting a beach? Are you ready to go back to my place now? Now that I have shown that I can make you come even without taking our clothes off?"

"Oh, god, yes."

* * * *

After Steve had surprisingly (to Philip) fucked himself on Philip's cock on the balcony, he rose from Philip's lap.

"You have no end of surprises in you, do you?" Philip asked.

"It's all a progression, a conditioning—all by my schedule, my personal rules. And, trust me, you will not leave here before you've been royally fucked. It's late. I'll go fix us an omelet for dinner. You want a glass of red wine? You'll be staying here the night."

It wasn't a question.

"Yes . . . thanks," Philip answered, still confused that it was Steve who had his channel spiked—and aroused at what the man was promising was to come. And not just by what he said—also by the confident way he strutted around in the nude in his apartment, and with what was swinging between his legs. Philip would have to think about all of this. Perhaps he was more aroused by this strange approach Steve was taking than if he had just fucked him in the hotel room. Above all because now he'd seen—and handled—the man's hard cock, and now he knew, with a shudder, that he would be taxed to his limits when he had to sheath it. Sometime. Unless the man was just toying with him. He certainly had been toying with him.

Philip got up from the chair on the balcony after a few minutes and entered the living room which, in one longer-than-wide space ran into where the dining table was and then to the open kitchen beside the entry door. The eleventh-floor residence at Park Apartments on Oxford Street did have a bedroom and bath in another room. The apartment was small, but Steve had said he lived most of the time elsewhere, and Philip thought this place still was probably expensive. It was more than a hotel room; it was high in the building, and it had a spectacular view toward the city center and Circular Quay where the Sydney Opera House reigned.




First and Only Blowjob



My name is Brett, I am 38 years old and happily married with 3 kids. For my work I do a fair bit of travelling mostly around the South Eastern of the USA. All the usual travel stuff but it is all done business class and 5 star so it's very comfortable. The schedule is usually very hectic but sometimes I do get a whole day off, Sunday if I'm not travelling, public holidays or cancelled appointments.

My wife and I have a good sex life, although I would like her to be a bit more adventurous. I have never done anything homosexual but in the last couple of years I have been wondering about experimenting. I was given this opportunity to explore when I was staying in Miami for work and the Monday was a public holiday.

It was June so the weather was perfect for taking advantage of the nearby beaches. I had heard that there was one beach that was known for its gay presence. Without really thinking about what I was doing I set off to the beach. I decided not to wear my swimming trunks but instead I put on my sports underwear. I use them for cycling, the gym etc. They are a deep shiny red colour and very silky to the touch. They are full briefs and very tight fitting. Whenever I wear them I always get a little aroused which was nice but I also wore them because I kind of thought they looked a bit gay. Not that I was an expert. 

Wearing shorts and a t-shirt I walked down to the beach. It was early so there were not too many people there and there was nothing obviously gay about anything. I put my towel down and started to apply sun screen. I sunbathed for about 30 minutes before going for a quick swim. I lay down to dry off when I noticed more people turning up to the beach. With my sunglasses on I surveyed the crowd. 

Jason didn't catch my eye immediately. He was about 10 metres from me, closer to the beach. He was lying on his stomach resting his chin on his folded hands. He had reflective sunglasses on so I could not tell where he was looking. I was getting a little nervous at the thought of actually going through with a gay encounter but I thought I might as well try. Of course I thought there was only a slim chance that this young looking man was even gay, let alone want to get with me. 

I sat up with my knees up and legs apart. He would have a full frontal view of my package. I stared at him to see if there was any response. Nothing. After a few moments I got on to my knees and purposely adjusted my tight pants upwards causing my package to further bulge. I also unnecessarily re- positioned my soft cock so it was pointing upwards and to the left. I had provoked a reaction. He had lifted his head and was obviously looking at me. I smiled faintly at him and turned around to lay facing away from him. By facing away from him I was able to rest on my knees a while pretending to adjust my towel and give him a view of my arse. I lay down on my stomach and wondered what would happen next.

My question was answered a couple of minutes later when Jason walked up and lay his towel beside mine.

"Hi there, I think you are going to get really burned in this sun. Have you put any cream on?" He said as I was turning around to face him.

"I have put cream on but not on my back," I replied.

"Pleased to meet you, my name is Jason. Do you mind if I lie here?"

"Please go ahead, I'm Brett," I replied.

Jason was probably no older than 20, of average height and very slim build. He had short dark brown hair but almost no body hair. He was wearing only black speedos.

I guess he was handsome. The most striking thing about him for me wash is smooth tanned skin.

"Should I rub some cream on to your back?" he asked.

"Sure, here it is" I replied giving him the cream.

I lay back down on my stomach. Jason's firm thin fingers were soon massaging cream in to my back. After doing most of my back he started to foray below just below the top of my hot pants. With more cream he slipped his gingers far enough down so that they were rubbing over the very top part of my crack. I started to get hard. Very quickly he then flashed one of his fingers down between my cheeks 3 times then stopped and lay down beside me. He wanted to fuck me. This was so exciting for me but I was also very nervous.

"Where are you staying?" Jason asked.

"In that hotel just over there," I replied pointing in the direction of the hotel.

"Nice hotel," said Jason.

This was my chance, I had to get this over and done with.

"Have you ever been there?" I asked Jason.

"No, I live here." He replied.

"Would you like to see what it's like?" I bluntly put to him.

Jason laughed and stretched an arm and touched me on the shoulder.

"Right now?" he asked.

"Sure"

"OK he replied."

We got up. I had to quickly put my shorts on to cover up my erection.

So here I was taking a gay guy back to my hotel room after having met him 5 minutes ago.

"Follow me," I said.

We made small talk on the way over to the hotel. I was wondering what would happen and actually what I wanted to happen. I had always been curious to suck someone off.

We made it to my room.

"I haven't done this before," I admitted.'

"Wow you're not exactly shy for your first time," Jason said.

"Lie down and I'll go slowly," Jason instructed me.

My heart was pounding but I had to do this. I stripped of to my underwear and lay on my back on the bed. I was too nervous to be erect. 

"Close your eyes," Jason instructed me.

I did as he said. I then heard him take off his swimming trunks. He placed them over my eyes. The smell hit me then. A mixture of sun cream, salt water, sweat. Jason climbed on the bed and started kissing me very gently on the lips. I was aroused immediately. Even more so when I could feel his loose cock brushing against my thigh. I reciprocated very softly. Jason started to caress my cock through my pants. By now I was fully stiff.

Jason then moved down to my pants and released my erection from my pants. 

He only licked my shaft a few times before taking it all into his mouth. This was fantastic and so far it had been so simple. He was much better than my wife at this. Much better. 

Jason was working my cock up and down very fast now and I could feel my orgasm approaching. What was he going to do? Swallow everything. I hoped so. I had no trouble letting him know I was almost ready to cum, I was groaning. Jason kept his mouth working up and down my cock but faster now. He was making no motion of backing off. I exploded in to his mouth and he lapped up everything even taking the time to lick my cock clean afterwards.

I had just had a great orgasm but what I couldn't believe was I had met this guy only 15 minutes ago.

That was the easy part I guessed.

Jason stood up and went to the toilet. When he came back he was almost fully erect.

"Do you mind if I sit?" he asked.

Jason sat on the edge of the bed.

"I haven't done this before," I lamely said.

"I think you know what to do" he replied.

"I would rather use a condom at the end if that's ok" I said.

Jason just smiled and offered me a condom from his right hand.

I knelt down and started to lick his shaft. He quickly grew to full size. His breathing quickened and he started rubbing his hand through my hair. The smell was like his swimming trunks but the fresh sweat was stronger. His cock was about the same size as mine and circumcised. 

It was certainly a new experience for me. All the different textures of the different parts of the cock. I decided to do almost exactly as he had done to me. I found it difficult breathing through my nose all the time when I was going up and down on his shaft.

Jason was grunting now and I sensed he was getting close. I quickly opened the condom and slid it over his penis. I took his cock once again in to my mouth. This time however the flavour of the condom was quite strong and unpleasant. I could only continue to suck him off with the condom for about a minute. 

Very close to his orgasm Jason lay back on the bed groaning and panting. I quickly knelt up on the bed and took the condom off. I would have to finish him by hand. His cock was glistening and moist from the condom and it only took a few strokes of my hand to send cum spurting all over his belly and chest. God that looked so sexy, his smooth tanned skin splattered in milky globs of cum.

"Pretty good for a first timer." Jason said.

"Thanks."

"You come here often?" he asked.

"About once a year," I replied.

"Maybe we can do this again? But go a little further?"

"Sure," I said.

Jason then walked over and hugged me. By doing this he smeared his cum all over my own belly and chest. He reached down and squeezed my butt a couple of times.

We said our goodbyes and he left after cleaning himself up in the bathroom.

Although that was fantastic and I certainly do not regret it, it was the first and last time I ever had a homosexual encounter.



First & Only Time



This is a true story of my one and only encounter with another man. 

About 16 years ago when I was 25 I was ready for another typical Friday night doing of hitting the nightclubs in Jacksonville, Florida and trying to pick up a woman for the evening. I do not remember why I decided to go to a local XXX theater that night instead but I did at around 10:00pm that night. I had been to this theater before and I knew that the movies were usually pretty good. I paid my money and made my way inside the dark theater standing at the back until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Once they adjusted I settled into a seat on a row that was about the third from the back and did not have anyone else sitting on it.

The movie was going wide open with some blonde sucking some guy while another guy fucked her from behind. Typical XXX. I settled back in my seat and started enjoying the show. The first movie ended and as the next one began a lot of guys got up and headed out and others came in to take their places. The action in the movie started back very quickly so I paid little attention when a guy sat on the same row as me about five seats down. No big deal but kind of odd with the theater basically empty. 

I began watching the movie again as this girl was sucking this guy for all he was worth. My dick was getting hard and I started to rub it some through my shorts wishing that this guy had not sat on my row so I could jack off. About that time someone came in and started down the aisle and the guy on my row got up and moved down and sat right next to me. I still did not think much about it at that time and placed my attention back to the movie.

The onscreen action continued and all of a sudden this guys hand was on my leg. I was scared to death. My mind was running about a million miles per hour trying to figure out what was going on. I reasoned in my mind that if I just ignored it he would quit and go away so I focused all of my attention on the movie. I guess my reaction of no movement was interpreted by him that what he was doing was okay so he reach his hand over and started stroking my dick through the material of my shorts. After a minute of his rubbing he reached his hand up my pants leg and pulled my dick out the side of my underwear. I looked over at him and he was looking straight ahead watching the movie as he started jerking me off. I could not believe that this was happening to me. 

Sure I had thought a couple of times about what it would be like to do it with a guy but I never really ever thought it would ever happen. This guy has stroked me now to the point I am fixing to blow my load and I did not know what to do so I motioned to him and pointed to the exit sign and he quit jerking me and got up and left the theater. Why I will never know but something inside of me made me get up and follow this stranger out the door after I got my erection back in my pants.

As I left out of the theater area I was not sure where he would be or if I would even see him. I ducked into the bathroom to take a quick leak and he was standing at one of the urinals. He looked to be about my age and had blonde hair and was more muscular than me. As I entered he turned form the urinal and was stroking his dick. It was a lot bigger than my little 6". It looked huge in his hand(it must have been 8" or 9" long and very thick). 

All I could think to say was "That's a nice one." He looked at me and motioned for me to come over to him. Something inside of me said that I was ready, willing and able to try this but I was scared of getting caught in a public bathroom so I said, "Not here" and he buttoned his jeans and we both left out of the theater. Once we were in the parking lot we talked for a minute and he asked me if I would like to come to his house for a while. I agreed and proceeded to follow him home.

Once we got to his house we sat on the sofa in the living room and talked for a minute. It was a nice house and I found out that he had two roommates who were gone out west on a camping trip. After the small talk he asked me if I would like to come back to his room so I got up and followed him.

Once we got inside his room he put his arms around me and started kissing me. I had never even thought about kissing a guy before but it was very sensual. I did not know what to do so as we kissed I brought my hand down to his crotch and started massaging his dick though his jeans. My dick was already hard again. As the kissing continued I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. One by one I got them undone and started sliding his pants down to his ankles when he broke off the kiss and quickly began stripping off all of his clothes. I followed his queue an immediately stripped too. He at on the bed and invited me to sit next to him. 

Once seated he again kissed me on the mouth as we lay back on the bed. We kissed for several minutes and then I decided that I was ready to take this to the next level as I began kissing my way down his chest. I stopped and teased his nipples as my hand continued down his body. As I kissed around his navel I took his erection in my hand and started slowly stroking it. I had never touched another guys cock before but it seemed like I knew what I was doing. 

As I continued to stroke him I finally had gotten "face to face" with his dick. I reached out with my tongue and gently teased the opening before I touch his dick into my mouth. He was really big and thick but I managed to get several inches of him in my mouth and I began sucking him as I stroked him. He seemed to enjoy this even though I was pretty sure that I was not very good. His moans made me feel good about the job I was doing. After about 5 minutes of my sucking on his dick he stopped me and pushed me onto my back on the bed. 

Even though he had not cum I guess he figured that it was my turn. Maybe he sensed from my sucking that I was inexperienced and decided to take charge of the activity. Whatever the reason he started sucking me and giving me the best blowjob that I have ever had. Granted I am just an average guy in the size department but I swear he sucked me all the way to the base of my dick. He made love to my dick with his mouth like no woman ever has. He was definitely experienced at this and I was enjoying his talents. After a few minutes he had me on the verge of orgasm. When I told him I was fixing to cum I figured that he would pull his mouth off of my dick but he didn't. He took me all the way in his mouth and swallowed every drop of my cum. He continued to suck me until I was completely drained and my dick became soft in his mouth.

Wow! I had just sucked a dick and had a guy suck my dick to the best orgasm I have ever had. I felt totally drained from this and just continued to lie on his bed thinking that it was all over. Well my new friend had other ideas. He reached up and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and folded it over double. Then he grabbed my legs and lifted my butt off of the bed as he shoved the pillow under my ass. Before I knew what happening he positioned himself between my legs with both of my legs on his shoulders. He was in perfect position to fuck me now. He grabbed both of my legs and pushed them up to my chest and began to rub his hard dick against my asshole. Slowly he started putting pressure on my hole with his dick. 

He tried several times before deciding that it just wasn't going to go in. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed some kind of lotion and squirted his hand full of it. Then he took his hand and lubricated his dick stroking it four or five times. He then took his lubed up hand and started stoking my asshole. He teased it for a minute then he gently popped in one finger. Slowly he fucked me with that one finger for a minute before he let another one slip inside of me. My asshole was loosening up due to his efforts and he quickly slipped in a third finger. It really felt good with his fingers sliding in and out of my ass. Before I realized that he had pulled his fingers out he was back with his lubed up dick rubbing the head against my now eager asshole. 

After a minute of teasing he gently eased the head inside of me. It hurt for a moment so he just stood still for a second as my body adjusted. Then he slid a little more inside of me and pulled back out. He started a steady in and out motion going deeper in my asshole each time until he was buried to the hilt. I have to admit that it felt good. He continued stroking me with long steady strokes as he leaned forward to kiss me again. 

My dick was hard and I began to stroke it until I was about to blow another load. I told him I was going to cum again and he pulled out of me and went down on my dick and sucked the cum out of me. Once I came he rolled me over onto my stomach and easily slid his dick back in my ass. He started pumping in and out faster and faster this way. I knew that he was going to blow his cum in my ass soon. It felt so good this way I had another hard on that was getting it share of friction against his bedspread from his fucking me from behind. 

After about 5 minutes of hard stroking he came in me with his dick buried all the way. I came again all over his bed. As his dick softened he pulled out of me. That is when I guess I got scared about what had just happened. I got up and started dressing. He wanted to know why I was leaving and I just told him I had to go. 

After I got dressed I left his place and never saw him again. I have always wondered what it would have been like if I had stayed the night with him.



First & Only Time



Roger Hudson and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We had experimented on each other when we were school kids, but that was a time when we didn't know anything about anything. He was five years older than me. When he became high school age, he hung around his friends and I hung around mine. The difference was he got into the drug scene and I didn't. He failed out of the two colleges his parents sent him to and he finally found his niche as a short-order cook. Me, I went into the army right after high school and it was almost seven years since I saw him

I got out of the army and attended the local state college. I lived at home for the first two years. My mom tried giving me the rules, but I never listened to the part about no girls in my room with the door closed. I was a big boy now, and besides, I paid her some rent.

One of the things we used to do in the summertime was have a fire in our barbecue pit. The neighborhood kids would come over and we would burn hotdogs and marshmallows and talk. Well, I started doing that again, but hardly anyone came over as all my neighborhood friends were already through college and had moved away. I didn't care, I did it pretty much out of nostalgia.

One night Roger came over. I knew he had been drinking and smoking, as his eyes were glazed and he smelled of weed, but he was harmless enough. We talked about what we were doing and where I'd been. Somehow he got on the subject of homosexuals in the army. I said something to the effect that I didn't care what anybody did, as long as they keep their private lives private. He kept badgering me about cocksuckers in foxholes and I said, "Hey, don't knock it till you're tried it." I tried to make it sound humorous. He then said that I probably was some guys secret fantasy, on account of how well built I was and what such a tight ass I had. He said that if he was that way, he's bend me over and do me on the cement. I looked at him and I saw that he was serious. He then realized what he said and laughed. He got unsteadily to his feet and walked off into the night.

The next day I sat outside for a long time, listening to the birds and the cars. What Roger said had struck something. I knew I wasn't what I considered a homosexual. I always thought about women and trying to screw them and drinking beer, but sometimes I had thoughts of men and of being entered and giving head. Maybe all men have these latent fantasies, I didn't know. I would always push them away and think of other things.

Before I knew it I was walking over to where Roger was living with his mom and dad. A surprised Roger opened the door and let me in. We made small talk, but I knew that he remembered what he said last night. I took a deep breath then flat out asked him if what he said was true, that he would bend me over. Visibly shocked hi nodded his head. I then told him I would come over tomorrow afternoon and we would see if he was all talk or not. I knew he would be home from work and that he would be alone- his mom and dad were gone on vacation.

The next day I showed up at his door dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I had a bag over my shoulder. I rang the door bell and Roger opened the door.

We didn't say a word. He looked at me for a second, then turned and walked down the stairs to the basement. I closed the door and followed him. At the basement landing I turned and walked through their laundry area and into the adjacent room that the Hudsons used as a family room. I'd been here hundreds of times as a kid. It was always somewhat gloomy, with the shades pulled and all, but it was a good place to watch TV. And it served out purpose well.

Roger had already been getting into the mood. The smell of marijuana permeated the air and there were a few beer cans next to his chair. I was very certain that the marijuana was laced with something, but not sure what. Roger liked to do that.

Roger sat in his chair and looked at me. "Are you sure-"

"Don't say anything, Roger," I said. "Lean the chair back." He obediently pushed the chair back almost all the way until he was almost horizontal. I walked over and knelt in between his legs. "Relax," I told him. 

I began rubbing his bare belly, very lightly. I felt the hairs on his belly and slowly made my way toward his crotch. I saw the bulge begin to swell there as I used both hands to grab the elastic of his shorts and pull. I stood a little to pull the shorts completely off his body. As I did, his hard on stood almost straight up, bent slightly toward my left. I knelt down again and looked at him. Roger took another drag from his joint.

He was about 7 inches long, thick, with veins along the top of his dick. His helmet was turned a bit of a darker color. Around the base of his dick was a mass of curly pubic hair. I reached out and touched his shaft, stroking it lightly with my fingers. He let out a soft moan. I then grabbed his shaft with my left hand and bent over it. I opened my mouth and then hesitated a second. Here I go, I thought. Slowly, surely, I put my mouth around the tip of his dick and pushed slowly down. When I had his head in my mouth I used my tongue to gently massage the underside of his helmet, tasting him. I tasted the salt of his precum as well as the taste of skim. I could also feel his pulse as his heart beat and blood flowed through his dick.

Roger let out another soft moan. "Yes," he whispered. I continued. Moving my head in a circular motion I took more of him into my mouth. When I reached the end, the point where I would choke if I went further, I stopped. My nose was into his pubic hairs and I could smell him, smell him manness, his odor. I then backed off, withdrawing almost to the point of coming off his dick, then I went back down. He moaned again, louder this time. For the first time I realized that I was hard as well. My hard on was bursting against my shorts.

I began going up and down, in and out, paying special attention to his head. I knew from my own experience that that was where men were most sensitive. I would use my tongue to lick around his entire girth, then lick up his shaft to his little eye and tease the tip of my tongue between his opening. 

I went down further, again smelling him, but this time I grabbed his balls. I started massaging them gently, rolling them between my fingers. As I did so Roger began to move his hips, thrusting into my mouth. Up and down I went, using my tongue. I felt him begin to swell and I knew what was going to come next.

Our agreement was that Roger was supposed to tell me when he's about to cum.

"I'm ready, I'm almost-" I sealed my mouth just below his head as I felt the first jet launch into my mouth. Roger moaned something incoherent as his hips bucked and his hot jism exploded against my throat.

The taste was wonderful! Salty, full of life, hot- I took it. I sucked as hard as I could and swallowed when I thought I would be too full. I then began taking him in again, coating his shaft with my saliva and his cum as he still pumped his life juice down my throat. Damn, this was good!

He stopped spurting finally and I took his entire length into my mouth. He began to soften and his breathing slowed. I continued to make circles with my mouth until he was finally limp. Then I gently pressed my lips together and like a squeegee pressed his residual cum out of his dick. 

I sat back on my ass and looked at him. He still didn't look at me. He just lit another joint and smoked it. I don't know how long I sat there. He smoked the whole thing, then he laid there. I watched as his dick became hard again.

Without waiting for a command, I stood and took off my shorts and shirt. I turned and walked over to my bag and withdrew a tube of KY jelly and a towel. I then walked over to his weight bench and laid the towel on the bench. Next, I squeezed a large amount of the jelly onto the towel, put the tube on the ground, and straddled the bench. Then I leaned forward onto the towel so that the jelly was around the area where my dick was. I heard Roger come up behind me a little unsteady. He picked up the KY and out some on his finger. The he knelt down between my already spread legs and began to gently massage my anus.

"Relax," he said. I guess my nervousness made me tight. I did as instructed as he finger fucked me, using one, then two and three fingers to stretch out my asshole for the voluntary violation to come. It felt so good, my breath became quicker and I started thrusting my hips back against his fingers. He massaged my anus, making circles with his fingers, then he withdrew. I heard the sound of the KY jelly being squeezed out, then I felt a generous quantity being rubbed against my glory hole.

I tensed slightly as I felt his head against my virginity, then I willed myself to relax again. He grabbed my wait with both hands as he leaned over me and I felt him push. Slowly, his helmet began to enter me. Damn it hurts! I grabbed the cross piece where the weights are stored. I spread my legs as wide as I could to make it easier, but it still hurt! I almost told him to stop, but then his helmet made it through into my rectum. He stopped just inside as he got a better grip on my waist. The he pushed his hips forward and I felt every inch slide into my well-lubed ass until I felt his pubic hairs against my anus.

He waited there, leaning over me, as my asshole was stretched and I adjusted to his girth. He then slowly withdrew, then thrust in again. Slowly the pain subsided and he began rhythmically thrusting, in and out, out and in. My whole body was pushed forward and pulled back as I felt him bury himself into me then withdraw, then do it again. My thoughts became slightly incoherent as I enjoyed this more and more and more. My dick, rock hard, was rubbed with the KY jelly I put against the soft towel, further stimulating me. I began meeting him thrust for thrust. If he was making any sound, I don't know, as I was making enough noise for both of us. Again, I felt him begin to swell, but I couldn't wait. I grabbed the cross pieces as hard as I could as I blew my load into the towel. Roger's thrusting into my spasming sphincter made the orgasm more intense and I screamed out. I guess it was too much for him as he punched into me and groaned. Suddenly I felt my bowels bathed in his hot jets of cum. He withdrew, then thrust back again. At his deepest penetration I felt him spurt again, and again, and again. I could almost hear him spurt. I could certainly feel it. He thrust in one last time, but didn't withdraw. He stayed there, in me, as his cock fluttered and emptied itself into me. I felt his seed inside me, still warm, and I felt it begin to leak out as his cock lost its stiffness. He then straightened and withdrew his prick. It made a slight slurping sound as he pulled it out. I just laid there, catching my breath as he grabbed his shorts and wiped himself off. I then heard him leave the room. 

I finally found the strength the push off the weight bench and stand. My asshole began to hurt and I reached around to feel it. I still had a large whole there, leaking cum down onto my leg. I saw a wash rag lying close by and I grabbed it and stuffed it into the crack of my ass. I then grabbed another towel and wiped my own jism and KY jelly off my lower belly and thighs. I retrieved my shorts and shirt and put them on, fastened my shoes and walked back upstairs. Roger was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged, turned and walked out the door. 

Roger and I never talked about what we did. In fact, I've only seen him twice since. One thing I did wonder, though- I forgot to pick up the KY jelly. I wonder if his mom or dad ever found it?