4 comments/ 68678 views/ 8 favorites Never Did This Before By: JustLikeEwe "Never did this before," I said, as my new friend Jesse pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my pale, hairless chest which was in stark contrast to the one of the man who was undressing me. "I know," Jesse said quietly. "You told me that already. Relax, Tim. No reason to be afraid." Not only was Jesse in his middle 20's, making me about 20 years his senior, but the young man was in superb shape, his upper torso like that of a weightlifter with the bulging muscles in his shoulders and chest visible even through the thick black hair that covered him from his neck down, front and back. My fear was clearly evident, not only given away through my trembling hands but from the sweat that had my skin glistening despite the coolness of the motel room we were in, and it was only the fact that Jesse was being so nice and understanding that kept me from bolting out of the room and into the night. Jesse's hand were on my belt, undoing it and then coaxing my slacks down off of my legs, leaving me with only my baggy boxers protecting me from being totally naked. We had been taking turns in taking each other's clothes off, and now it was time for me to take Jesse's jeans off. He stood up in front of me, looking even taller than the 6'2" he claimed to be, and as I leaned closer to the edge of the bed my butt was perched on, my hands struggled with the button that secured his snug jeans. "I have trouble with that too," Jesse said about the button, which was probably a lie designed to make me feel less pathetic than I was, and mercifully it opened up. Jesse's zipper made a roaring sound as I pulled it down, or at least that's what it sounded like to me, and as I tugged the pants down I could smell the manly aroma of him that was released. My face was directly in front of Jesse's crotch, scant inches away from the black boxer briefs, and I was unable to contain the gasp that escaped my lips as I stared at the outline of Jesse's cock which was very evident through the snug cotton. I managed to stop gawking at the massive bulge long enough to get the jeans off of Jesse's profusely furry legs, but as I straightened back up my eyes went right back there. "It's okay," Jesse said. "Here." Jesse reached down and took my hand, bringing it up and placing it right on the bulge that ran down the inside of his right thigh. I felt the heat that oozed from the penis on the other side of that cotton; a penis that was still soft, I discovered as I let Jesse guide my trembling hand down the length of his organ. "Unbelievable," I managed to say in a breathless voice as Jesse let my hand go when he found I was able to move it on my own. "Told you I was kinda big," Jesse said as he looked down as my awkward massaging of his cock. Indeed Jesse had done just that when he answered my ad that brought us together. It had been a very simple ad that I had placed in an alternative weekly paper, expecting to get maybe one or two responses. "Middle aged man," the ad had read. "Very shy and nervous. Small build. Always curious but never willing to try before. Seeking patient guy to help me experience being with another man for the first time." It was completely honest in every way. I had been curious all of my life, but kept my desires hidden under the charade of my marriage. With that gone, and me not getting any younger, I thought that the time had come. The nondescript ad, hidden in the back of this free rag that I assumed nobody read, got 24 responses in the first few days. So many that I stopped the ad before it ran again. Jesse's was one of the nicer responses, and when I wrote him back I made sure to explain that when I said in my ad that I was small, I meant that I was small all over. "That's good," Jesse had replied. "I like men built like that. I'm big - all over." His hands on his hips, he exuded confidence but not arrogance as he seemed to enjoy my awe of him. I guess it was an example of how naive I was, but I had no idea a man could be so well endowed. Oh sure, I remembered in my youth taking showers in gym class and seeing the wide variety of sizes of their genitals, but seeing it was one thing and having the evidence right in one's face was something else altogether. "Can we turn the light off?" I asked - pleaded. Jesse smiled and went over to the light switch and turned the dial so that the lamp was dimmed but not off. It was still too bright for me but it was better than it was before, and as I watched Jesse's muscular body walk back over to the bed I knew that the moment was at hand. How I dreaded this moment. In a matter of seconds my boxer shorts would be coming down, and my shortcomings would be revealed to Jesse. While he was being so nice that I pretty sure he wouldn't laugh, this was still terrifying to me. Jesse eased down and sat next to me on the bed, the coarse hair of his thigh tickling my bare skin, and as he leaned toward me his hand came onto my bony knee, gently squeezing it in his meaty paw. "Relax," Jesse said, leaning over and kissing me. Our lips met as I experienced my first kiss from a man, and if I didn't know better except for the roughness of his five o'clock shadow I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. When he felt me responding, Jesse turned up the passion, parting my lips with his tongue in search of mine. Jesse's hand left my thigh and moved over to my boxer shorts, and unlike me, when Jesse probed around my underwear he had a bit of trouble finding my dick, which made me even more nervous. "Ah! There you are," Jesse sighed when his fingers finally got hold of my little toadstool, which was trying to retract into my intestines from fear, and after rubbing it for a few seconds I felt the clasp of my boxers come open, giving Jesse a bit more room. I saw Jesse glance down at what he was holding, but while he smiled he didn't laugh, and instead kept massaging my dick while leaning over and nibbling my neck. To my surprise, Jesse's comforting touch began to make me relax, and soon I felt myself responding to his touch. "Tim," Jesse whispered in my ear as his fingers slid up and down the shaft of my stiffening dick. "You're not that small. You've got a beautiful cock." That was a lie, because I knew I was small. My wife had called it my "little Dickie" for years. In the beginning she said it affectionately, but later used it derisively, blaming my small penis for our inability to have children as well as most of the other problems of the world. As it turned out, it wasn't my fault that we couldn't conceive, but hers, but by then it didn't matter and it was probably just as well we didn't have kids. In the end, as the private detective discovered, my wife had sought satisfaction with a man better equipped to serve her needs, and that brought our marriage to a merciful end. That was then, and this was now. There was nothing negative coming from Jesse, who seemed quite happy with what he was holding no matter how little it was, and when he eased me back onto the bed I felt his mouth envelop me. His moist lips slid right down until they were nestled in the tuft of pubic hair that I had trimmed in a futile effort to make me look bigger. Our eyes met as he looked up at me, and he kept looking at me as my dick throbbed in his mouth. His lips slid up to the gumdrop sized head of my member, his tongue toying with the sensitive tip, before his lips slid down again. My wife had given me oral sex from time to time, but what Jesse was doing went far beyond anything I had ever experienced. Jesse sucked on my balls tenderly, rolling my nuts around in his mouth and making me groan with pleasure before going back to my dick. My orgasm surged through me so fast that I didn't have time to warn Jesse, and if I ever did that to my wife she would have thrown a fit. Instead, Jesse seemed to want me to cum in his mouth, and it felt like he was trying to siphon every drop of my seed as he kept sucking until I was drained. Jesse released my withered little stem from his mouth after it went limp, pausing to flick the tip of my dick playfully with his tongue before looking to me for approval. "That was - amazing," I managed to say as Jesse got up on his knees. "Did you ever taste your own cum?" Jesse asked, and I shook my head no. "It's sweet. Here." Jesse leaned up and kissed me, his semen coated tongue dueling with mine, and I had to admit that it wasn't bad. I realized that my hands were on Jesse's shoulders, rubbing his rock hard biceps, and the feel of his hairy body had a strange appeal to me. It was my turn, and I tried to remember what Jesse had done to me as he climbed off the bed and began to take his boxer briefs off. "Please," I said, sitting up on the edge of the bed in front of him. "Let me." My fingers were shaking as I grabbed the elastic of his briefs and began to pull them down slowly. It was like I was unveiling a statue, and while I was scared I was also excited, wanting to see what was underneath the black cotton. Hair. More of the jet black hair that grew so abundantly everywhere on Jesse, and then the hair stopped. It seemed that Jesse had done a little trimming himself down here, but the effect Jesse's gardening had was far more striking. The olive-toned skin below his pubic hair and above his penis was smooth, and then the base of his penis came into view. To say that the base of his manhood was thick would be a grand understatement, because it was just about as wide as my wrist. A couple of gigantic veins wound their way down the shaft of his cock, which mercifully tapered somewhat. Down and down the briefs went, and just when it seemed that there would be no end to the anaconda-like organ that I was exposing, the entire cock was finally revealed. Jesse was uncircumcised, and perhaps that added to the stunning visual effect of his manhood as I coaxed his briefs down his legs. It was like I was hypnotized by the sight of what looked much like an elephant's trunk that hung straight down between his legs, a cock that even limp dwarfed mine at it's hardest. His dusky foreskin was long, completely hiding his head of his cock, although the shape was visible under the shroud. The crinkled foreskin almost wrapped around the head of his cock, and I was so unfamiliar with what to do with him that I looked up to Jesse for help. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, Tim." "I want to - it's just..." My right hand reached over, touching the shaft of his member gingerly. I know that I must have seemed more like a child instead of a man approaching 50 years old, but I couldn't help it. It was like Jesse was of another species, and it crossed my mind that I might have been more comfortable if Jesse had been built more along the lines of an average man instead of the astonishingly well endowed Adonis before me. "That's it," Jesse was saying. "Your touch is nice." My hand was now around the shaft of his flaccid cock, or at least almost around it. It was warm and felt gelatinous as I lifted up the weighty tool. His foreskin slid back as I did, exposing the pinkish tip of his glans, and Jesse's hand came down on mine, retracting the foreskin completely and revealing the entire bell-shaped crown. I leaned forward, feeling the warmth of him before my mouth touched his skin. Jesse had an earthy, musky aroma that I found arousing, and as my lips touched their first penis, my breathing was so heavy that I thought I might hyperventilate. Jesse's hand. His fingers were running through my thinning hair, and his touch had a calming effect on me. It was as if he was telling me that I was doing fine and that this would be something special that I would remember all of my life. It was. I had to remember to watch of teeth, but Jesse didn't complain when I accidentally scraped his glans a couple of times. My jaw was already aching after a minute of trying to take his gigantic member deeper into my mouth, but it felt so good to actually do what I had fantasized about much of my life that I ignored the discomfort and tried to take more of him in. Jesse began to get hard, and as he did I found that it was getting easier to handle his cock. When Jesse eased down onto the bed on his back, his bronze manhood was swaying in front of him, almost straight out. Now I found myself kneeling at Jesse's hip, his gigantic, muscled cock back on his stomach. I pulled his erection upright, both of my hands wrapped around the shaft, and bowed my head down. I discovered that I was able to take all of his cock that my fists didn't cover, and as my head bobbed up and down, I began to spin my hands around his throbbing shaft. Jesse's voice was soothing, telling me how good I was doing, and then his hand was pulling my backside up towards him. He had my balls in his hand and was gently kneading them, and this made me remember that Jesse had a pair too, and what a pair they were. Encased it an elongated pouch, his golf ball-sized balls were meaty and loose in their furry sac, and Jesse moaned his approval as I played with them, encouraging me to really squeeze them hard. I did, fearing I would hurt him, but he reveled in what soon became the mauling of his scrotum. Jesse's cock was now fully engorged. Unlike mine, his erect penis hadn't doubled in size when it got hard. In fact it really hadn't got all that much longer and thicker in the process, but considering how enormous it had been to begin with, that was a good thing. "Here," Jesse said, his muscular hands pulling me up further until I was straddling his face. "I want to taste you. You've got an incredible ass." I shivered when I felt Jesse's tongue sliding up and down the ridge between the base of my sac and my butt crack, losing my balance a bit. I let my tongue slide up and down the underside of his cock, marveling at the sinewy roots at the trunk of his cock while his tongue went further. Gasping, I was about to tell Jesse that he had gone too far by mistake, until I realized that it was no mistake. Jesse's hands were spreading my ass cheeks, and then I felt the wetness of his tongue as it danced along my anus. Trying to keep sucking his cock while this was going on was tough enough, but when his hands pried my buttocks apart farther and his tongue stopped licking and penetrated me, I was clutching the bedding. What a sensation this was! Jesse's tongue felt like a snake inside of me, probing and spinning and making me feel things I had never felt before. Looking up at what he was doing, his face was hidden but my dick was pointing down at me, fully re-energized. Jess had discovered that as well, and he pulled a hand around and took my dick between his thumb and index finger and began pulling on it hard . In no time at all, I felt the familiar tingling and watched my dick spurting my milky seed all over Jesse's chest and stomach. "I've got to have you," Jesse said, and while I didn't know what he meant by that as he crawled out from under me, I was soon going to find out. *** Jesse had fished around in his pants pocket, and when he came back onto the bed with a tube of something, a chill went down my spine. "It's going to be alright," Jesse said as he positioned me the way he wanted me, on my back with a pillow under the small of my back. Jesse's lubricated finger was in my ass, plunging through the tiny puckered ring like his tongue had earlier. His finger probed deeper, much deeper, and then there was another finger, spinning deep into my bowels while I lay there afraid to speak, my hands gripping the back of my thighs and spreading them apart like Jesse had instructed. I would have been even more terrified if I actually thought that he was doing to do it, because as I watched his lubricating efforts go to himself, coating his cock with gel as he pumped his swollen member, I knew it was impossible. No way could something that size fit into something so tiny like my anus. I mean, I knew that guys did that to each other, but not with a man built like Jesse. It defied logic, and that what I thought right up until it happened. "I've wanted your ass all night," Jesse said. "Just relax for me Tim." "Please," I whimpered, but I didn't know if I was pleading for him to stop or not. "I'll turn you over in a while," Jesse explained. "I just want to see your face when my cock goes into your ass for the first time." As I felt the tip of Jesse's cock against my anus, it suddenly occurred to me that this was really going to happen. I felt my asshole being stretched beyond belief as he leaned forward, ripping and tearing my virgin orifice, and I think I might have screamed when the head of his cock popped inside of me. "You okay, Tim?" I think I might have blacked out, or fainted for a second, and when I came to the searing pain in my ass was indescribable. "Hurts," I said, ashamed that there were tears coming out the corners of my eyes as I lay there helpless underneath Jesse. "You'll get used to it," Jesse said softly. "You're so tight." "Is it all the way in?" I asked. "No," Jesse said with a smile. "Not even close. See?" With that, Jesse eased toward me, and it was if his cock was skewering me as he pushed another inch or two inside of me. "Want to turn over?" Jesse said. "No," I grunted. "This. Like this." For some reason, I wanted to see him. I wanted to watch this Adonis as he fucked me, and as he began to move a little harder and faster, penetrating me deeper and deeper with every stroke, I began to want it more and more. Soon it felt that Jesse had fully impaled me, and I had let my thighs go and was now scratching and clawing at my lover as he fucked my ass hard. "So good," Jesse grunted, the sweat from his hairy body spraying all over me like rain. "Gonna cum." With that Jesse arched his back and cried out. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me, and then I felt a soothing warmth inside of me as his cum filled my rectum, coating my bowels with his seed. Jesse stayed suspended over me as we looked at each other while catching our breath. I felt his deflating cock slithering out of me, finally popping out as Jesse straightened up. "You okay?" Jesse said. "I was afraid I had hurt you." "You did, but it hurt good, if that makes any sense." "I had to have you," Jesse said. "You've got such a cute butt." "Feels like you're still inside me," I said when I tried to get up, and Jesse jumped out of bed and helped me walk to the bathroom. We showered together, and by the end the pain had turned into a dull ache. We lathered each other with tenderness and care, and by the time we went back to bed, the other bed in the room, I was ready for more. "Mind if I play?" I asked. "Be my guest," Jesse said with a smile as he reclined with his hands behind his head. I climbed on top of him, wrapping myself around him as I savored the fresh scent of his magnificent body. The feel of his body hair against my skin was almost intoxicating, and as I rubbed myself against him I could feel my erection blossoming. I kissed and bit playfully at Jesse's nipples, and even let my mouth travel over the the wild jungles of hair that filled his armpits, licking and chewing the thick growth while holding his bulging biceps in my hands. "Ooh," I said, noticing that my dick was rubbing against the underside of Jesse's flaccid cock. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Jesse said. "This is weird, right?" I asked, hoping that Jesse didn't think it was stupid for me to enjoy the feel of our cocks rubbing together as much as I was. "No, this is nice," Jesse said, moving his hips into me. "Your cock is so hard." I lifted my upper body up off of Jesse so I could look down, and while the sight of my tiny pale staff rubbing against Jesse's enormous bronze member only accentuated the absurd differences in the sizes of our organs, I didn't feel ashamed of my body anymore. Never Did This Before Jim Ellis stood in the doorway of his bedroom and looked around the room. There were still a couple of unpacked boxes in the corner, the only evidence that he had only moved into this senior apartment complex about a month ago, but Jim wasn't looking at that little mess. Instead his eyes were fixed on the naked person sprawled on the bed, a bed that was neat and immaculate several hours ago but was now filled with sweat and other body fluids. That was a rare enough experience for Jim since his divorce a few years ago, but the person on the bed? That was completely new. That's because the person was a man, and while Jim had thought about it many times over the years, even dating back to his youth, he had never acted on it. That changed a few hours ago and this is his story. This is primarily a gay story with a brief reference to some male/female interaction. ********************** The sun was coming up and as I stared at the naked man on my bed I was wondering what it would be like when he woke up. Would I be able to talk to this man or even look him in the eye after all that had gone on between us last night and into the early hours of the morning? I hadn't gone looking for this but I think my neighbor had. Maybe he had his sights set on me from the moment we met out in the hall a month ago, but as for me I hadn't thought about that at all. I thought that he was just a nice friendly guy who was lonely like me. He was just that though. He was a nice guy and like me he was alone and lonely, having lost his wife few years back. A lot of times I back away from people who are friendly and outgoing, but I hadn't with my neighbor, Mr. Rogers. That was the nickname I had given him since he looked a bit like the iconic television star. My neighbor's real name was Carl Benson, who at 58 was three years older than me. I had just turned 55 and that was why I moved into this place, because that was the minimum age to live here and it seemed a nice place that was perfectly located near downtown Saratoga Springs. Filled with a lot of old people though, I recall thinking while I moved my things in before it struck me that while I was probably the youngest resident, the simple truth was that I was now an old man. 55 is the new 45 or 50 or whatever according to those current sayings? Nonsense. 55 is the same 55 as it ever was for me, and my back gave testimony to that every morning. Not this morning though, strangely enough. My back felt alright despite the extreme amount of exercise I had gotten last night, and as I eased back into the bed carefully so as not to disturb Mr. Rogers aka Carl, I looked at his naked body as I thought back to how I ended up next to a naked man for the first time in 55 years. *** "I'll come over to your place because you've got a bigger screen," Carl had declared after he had suggested we watch the Mets game together. "I'll bring some refreshments." To my surprise I had agreed when Carl suggested this mainly I'm not a Mets fan, but it was better than sitting in the apartment alone and I was getting depressed without people to talk to. We had lamented the fact that it was too hot and muggy to stay outside long, what with the temperature near 100 every day this week and the night air oppressively muggy and filled with mosquitos. Bingo down in the Community Room? We both agreed that wasn't for us although Carl said he had played a couple of times so he could look at Pat, the woman who was in charge of pulling the numbers out of the tumbler. "She's got a nice rack," Carl had commented about the woman who was on the younger end of our age spectrum here, although I speculated as to what would happen to those breasts out of their heavy-duty support. "You'd be surprised at some of these women, Jim," Carl said with a wink. "Game time is 7. See you then." Carl arrived promptly armed with a bottle of single malt Scotch that he said was excellent. "I'm more of a beer guy," I admitted as I offered him a bottle of Left Hand Milk Stout and brought out cheese and crackers. "Well, you can educated me about beer and I'll introduce you to Scotch," Carl declared as we settle in to watch the game, and that was fine by me. Instead of the game though we watched rain fall on the infield tarp for a time, and then they played an old edition of Mets Yearbook, which was a highlight film from the 1960's. "This I like. Ed Kranepool and Casey Stengel I can relate to," I told Carl, but soon that film ended when they broke in to announce the game was called on account of rain. "Well, now what?" Carl asked after we skipped through 100 other channels filled with excerise equipment infomercials and people eating bus for prizes. "I see you've got some movies." Carl went over to the bookcase filled with DVD's, and as he looked through them I hoped he wouldn't peek behind the ones visible to see my porn and think I was a pervert. I am, of course, but didn't know how Carl felt about that sort of thing. "I've got a few DVD's next door, but I don't know if you would like them or not," Carl said, apparently having a warped mind like myself. "They're more of a - let's say adult in nature." "I'm fine with that," I said, and after a quick trip next door Carl returned with a double of discs. "What do you think of the Scotch?" Carl asked with a hearty slap of my knee. "I have to admit I'm developing a taste for it," I confessed while watching this couple screw on my large screen which showed ever pore and hair on the actors. "How about the movie?" Carl asked with a grin. "That guy looks a little like you. You do porn when you were young?" "Hardly," I chuckled when I watched this guy slamming his cock into a little blonde, because while the man was a big hairy dude like me, what he had between his legs bore no resemblance to what I had. "Although I would be glad to trade bodies with him." "Hmmm... what's this?" Carl said as another guy came into the room. "Haven's seen this DVD in quite a while. Forgot about this part." We sat in silence as the action unfolded, and as I watched the action it appeared the two men seemed to forget about the woman in the room. About then I got a queasy sensation in the pit of my stomach. You didn't forget a scene like this in a movie, and I could feel Carl's eyes on me, looking for my reaction as the two guys sucked each other's cocks. "You ever do anything like that Jim?" Carl asked. "Uh. A threesome? No. Have you?" "Yes," Carl said calmly. "Never interested you?" "Well sure, being with 2 women. I thought about it but - no. Wouldn't have had the guts. I had enough trouble handling one. What's it like, being with two women?" "Wouldn't know." "I thought you said..." "My wife would never let another women in our bed," Carl explained. "She was too insecure about herself." "You mean," I said, shivering when a trickle of sweat went down my spine. "You and the other guy would have sex with your wife?" "That too, but mostly this," Carl said as he directed my attention back to the screen. "Does that bother you? Knowing that about me I mean?" "No," I said too loud, shaking my head vigorously. "You never did anything like that with another fella?" Carl asked, and I nearly jumped off the couch when Carl's hand landed on my knee, or just above it. "Not even when you were a wild and crazy kid?" "No." "Really?" "I swear," I said defensively like I was being grilled instead of just chatting. "Never tempted? Never thought about it?" "Well, yeah," I said before finally coming clean and proceeding to tell Carl about my friend Kenny back in my youth, but it wasn't much of a story because it ended with me chickening out. "Something tells me that you regret not going through with it," Carl said while I sat there staring straight ahead with my hand gripping the arm of the couch like a vice. "Yes," I heard myself whisper in response. "If you want me to stop Jim, just say so," Carl said, having slid over next to me, and I was afraid to look down as I felt my zipper being pulled down. "It's just that I find you very attractive. You're just my type. I love a big hairy bear like you." "You're going to be disappointed," I managed to choke out just as he was reaching into my open fly, and I was going to tell him that was the way my wife felt toward the end of our relationship despite the fact that I was no different at 50 than I was at 20. "Want to bet?" Carl replied as he worked into my boxers, and then we both gasped as his hand wrapped around my cock. "Nice. The best part is that you're hard. Hard as steel, and nice and thick too. This feels good doesn't it?" I nodded as the feeling of another person stroking my squat stub was exciting, and the fact that it was a man added even more to the experience. Carl wasn't judgmental about what he was holding either but simply kept continuing to spin his hand around my cock. "Want to touch me too?" Carl asked, and after I shrugged my shoulders and made an attempt at a nod he suggested we might be more comfortable somewhere besides the couch. *** It was like I was the guest and he was the host in the way my neighbor had taken control of the situation, even grabbing the bedspread and yanking it down towards the foot of the bed when I stood there with my zipper down. "Are you nervous Jim?" Carl asked as he turned around to face me, and after I nodded he said he was too. I doubted that but was too busy trying not to faint as I looked down at Carl who at about 5'5" might not actually be a foot shorter than me but seemed it, and I probably outweighed him by nearly a hundred pounds. Carl's eyes were a light blue and his hair was probably light brown or blonde once but was now mostly silver. Unlike mine his hadn't thinned much, I noted as I looked down at his scalp while he placed his bony hands on my chest and squeezed my man boobs through my shirt. I should start using the workout room upstairs, I mused while regretting the 30 pounds of extra baggage I was carrying around these days, even more so as Carl unbuttoned my chest and pulled it open to reveal my barrel chest and too meaty for my liking man boobs. "Mmm," Carl sighed as he raked his fingers through the silver and black mat of fur that covered my upper torso. "Even better than I imagined back when I would mentally undress you while you moved in." There was no hint of sarcasm or anything negative at all in his voice as he spoke, and I looked hard for it too. I didn't know what Carl was seeing when he looked at me but it couldn't be the same thing I saw in the mirror every day. Regardless, his words felt so good that I didn't care if he was lying or just trying to make me feel less self-conscious about my body. All I knew was that I loved what Carl was saying, and as he kept sliding his fingers over my chest his touch began to excite me even more than his comforting words. His smile grew even wider as he looked up at me before leaning forward. "Oooh!" I sighed when Carl's mouth found my nipple and I could feel the bud get stiff as he sucked my right nipple hard while using his fingers on the left one. How can you go 55 years without ever experiencing this, I wondered while Carl's sucking became softer and then harder again before switching to the other side. My wife had grown to hate even touching my hairy body, much less doing something like this to me, but Carl was not only accepting of the way I was but seemed to reveal in it. "You like what I'm doing Jim?" Carl asked when he moved his slightly flushed face back for a second, and after I assured him that I did he told me to make sure to stop him if I did something I didn't like. "And there's a lot of things I want to do to you," he said with a smile, gripping my chest hard before going back to sucking on my very stiff and tender nipples. How long would it be before I got tired of having Carl suck on my nipples like this? I wouldn't find out because my knees were still shaking and my heart was still pounding when he finally leaned back away from me and grabbed my wrist, yanking it up and back behind my neck before leaning back into me and burying his face under my arm. "Omigod!" I mumbled when I felt Carl's tongue sliding into the moist jungle of hair that filled my armpit, and while I had done this to my wife a lot back in the day I had never experienced having my own armpits nibbled and licked before. I was glad that I had taken a shower earlier or else I would have felt squeamish about what Carl was doing, although it felt so good I'm not positive about that either. Carl had snaked his hand down into my fly again when I briefly jerked back in shock at first but when he found that I was still very much aroused he attacked me with even more passion, licking and sucking while undoing my belt. My slacks dropped to the floor, some change bouncing on the carpet and then rolling out onto the hardwood floor outside the borders of the rug, and then I felt my boxers coming down. Carl disengaged his face from under my arm and quickly got my clothes from around my ankles, and just like that I was naked. Carl was still fully dressed though, making me feel even more naked if that's possible but he resisted my efforts to at least pull his shirt off as he went down to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. Carl's teeth lightly grazed the ridge of my glans as his lips slid down the shaft until his nose was in my pubes, but that was the last time he nicked me. His mouth slid up and down the length of my cock while I stood there on rubbery legs, a condition that wasn't helped when he lifted my cock up so he could lick my hairy nut sack for a minute before resuming. I fought the urge to cum while running my hands through Carl's scalp, not sure what the protocol was for that. If I ever came in my wife's mouth she probably would have bit my dick off, but I managed to hold back. "You've got a real jawbreaker there Jim," Carl sighed as he got to his feet, and he must have been referring to the thickness because the barely 5" I had been blessed with hadn't been any challenge to him length-wise. "Never did this before," I said as I fumbled for the bottom of his pullover shirt. "Don't know what I'm supposed to do." "You're doing fine," Carl said as he raised his arms to permit me to lift this shirt over his head, exposing a slender pale torso that looked almost boyish which was remarkable considering it belonged to a 58 year old man. Carl had very large nipples, fat crimson aureolas with thick pegs that were as nearly big as my ex-wife's had been, and his chest was smooth as a baby's. The only hair I could see on him had been little sprays of hair under his arms, and I found the smoothness of Carl much less unsettling that it would have been to have found something like me under the shirt. I bent over - way over - and put my lips around those plump buds, and when I heard Carl sigh his approval I kept going. The pudgy nipples felt so good in my mouth that it was easy for me to forget they were attached to a man. Like sucking on strawberries, I mused while sucking on the soft flesh, and Carl giggled a little bit when I gently used my teeth on it, telling me that I was a fast learner while stroking the back of my neck. I didn't know about that because while I nursed on his nipple I felt stupid doing the same things he had done to me, but maybe that was why he was almost presenting his armpit to me. Was he giving me a road map on making love to another man? My eyes took in the pale hollow with just a few long golden hairs in the center of the deep pocket, and the aroma that hit my senses was not unpleasant. Besides, I had done it before with my ex so I kissed my way over, and when my tongue reached the moist grotto the sharp intake of breath that I heard come through Carl's teeth told me I did right. "That's it - let your tongue slid all the way down," Carl encouraged me. "Nice." What had Carl done next? I tried to remember while sliding over to the other side, pausing along the way to kiss those amazing nipples again. I seemed to recall Carl had undone my belt and after my slacks dropped he had pulled down my boxers and gone down on me. Could I do that? I didn't know. Undoing the belt was easy enough, although I did manage to fumble around with the button that secured the pants for a moment. After I did that Carl's baggy trousers dropped as fast as mine had. Now the tough part. My knees creaked at I went down to the carpet and helped him get the slacks off of his ankles, and I was so taken by Carl's pale smooth legs that it took me a second to realize what I was looking at right in front of me. By the time it did register Carl was trying to pull me up to my feet and onto my back in the bed while rebuffing my awkward attempt to take his boxer shorts down, and now he was kneeling beside me going down on my cock once more. What had I just seen? It didn't seem possible, and now despite how good it felt while Carl was sucking my cock I wanted to get those boxers off of him. Amazingly when I reached down that way Carl seemed to try and move his hip away but I was not going to be denied. I kept giving the waistband of his boxers little tugs to nudge them downward although as time when by I was getting more and more ready to rip them clean off of Carl. Slowly they came down, first exposing the little tuft of golden pubic hair at the the base of his cock, but at the angle I was at I couldn't see what I wanted to. "Carl - please take them off," I whispered, about to remind him that he had said that if he did anything I didn't like I should tell him, and him keeping those boxers on fit that. Finally Carl stepped off the bed and tugged the boxers off before getting back on the bed next to me, but not before I had seen what he was trying to hide from my sight for some reason. What I had thought I saw before was the tip of Carl's cock sticking out the leg of his boxer shorts. Now granted Carl's boxers weren't as long and baggy as mine were but they were boxer shorts nonetheless and now that the underwear were off and his erect manhood was springing around I learned that my eyes had not been betraying me. I brought my hand down to Carl's thigh and squeezed the flesh gently while trying to get a better look at the only erect penis I had even seen in purpose besides my own, and nothing about it looked anything like mine. Mine was thicker, no question about that, but outside of that any comparison was ludicrous. Besides Carl being uncircumcised the other obvious difference was the length of his organ, which was preposterous. Even if it were attached to my brawny body that cock would look outrageous, but attached to Carl's skinny frame it looked inhuman. That was how I enjoyed my first orgasm with a man, staring enviously at a cock that looked like it belonged in a porn movie. As I started cumming, my cock spurting wildly into Carl's mouth, I felt guilty but if Carl was mad about it you would never know it they way he swallowed my cum as fast as it came out, and he kept on sucking until I was limp and drained. Only then did Carl raise his head and asked me how I liked it. *** "I can't believe this," after Carl had taken my place on his back and I positioned myself at his hip, kneeling there and looking down at Carl's cock which was still pretty erect and laying back on his stomach, the fact that the end of his long foreskin reached up his stomach above his navel only intimidated me more. "When you were trying to hide yourself I figured that - well - that the reason was the same as why I didn't want you to see me," I told Carl, buying time with words because I was every bit as scared as I was excited. "You looked like you were nervous," Carl said as he looked up at me from the bedding. "I didn't want to lose you." Never Did This Before "Still, your penis is so long I can't get over it!" "Probably from pulling on it so much." "That's not how it works," I told Carl. "If it was I would need a wheelbarrow for mine." "You don't have to do anything if you would rather not. I've had a great time regardless and we could just stay here and talk. Seems like there's a lot inside of you waiting to come out," Carl told me. "I want to though," I said as I put my hand on Carl's hip while trying to get up the courage to continue. "Take your time," Carl said as he closed his eyes. Maybe that was it. That time years ago Kenny had been watching me. I had been intimidated by the size of his cock then too even though he was limp at the time I saw it, but although he was a slender guy like my new neighbor he wasn't anywhere near as well endowed as Carl was. My hand reached closer, and when I was sure Carl wasn't looking I grabbed hold of his cock by the roots and lifted the massive manhood to an upright position, feeling the pulsations from within the long prong. Then I brought my other hand around the shaft just above my other hand. It was like I was holding a slender baseball bat, and above my hands was another couple of inches of manhood mostly consisting of the head of his cock, the outline visible under the foreskin. "Wasn't so tough, was it?" Carl asked as I stared at what I holding like it was a national monument. "Yes it was," I assured him and then explained that it was just before than I had chickened out decades ago. "Guess it's like that line in the Woody Allen movie where he says he has penis envy." "That's silly you know," Carl said. "It really doesn't matter as long as it works." "Easy for you to say," I said while looking at Carl's balls hanging down to the bedding between his legs, although I could see that the balls themselves were normal sized but were encased his a long sac. "Believe me when I tell you that I think you excite me more than I do you," Carl said. "I could spend the rest of the night just rubbing up against you and licking every inch on your body." I shrugged my shoulders at that while still holding his cock in my fists, and then I asked him what I knew was a stupid question which was mainly what I should do with the part of his cock I didn't have a clue how to deal with. "It's not stupid Jim," Carl said. "Use your hand and ease the foreskin down. That's it." The long shroud slid down easily and allowed me to see his long conical glans which looked a lot like the head of the creature in Alien, only pink. "Now some uncut men can't take the head being touched very much, especially dry," Carl explained. "I guess the skin is more sensitive that cut guys. I'm okay with it but if you don't peel it back I'm fine with that too." I found myself bowing my face down and kissing the tip lightly before straightening back up. It wasn't much but it was a start, and Carl smiled as I brought the foreskin back up. "Thanks for being so - I don't know - patient. I feel so dumb," I said. "Don't Jim. I'm having the time of my life. You're making me feel young again," Carl said before explaining. "Don't take this wrong but in a way you're like a young man, full of questions and wonderment. I wasn't sure before tonight but when I saw the way you were looking at the men in the movie? I had a hunch that you had been - repressing something maybe?" Carl was right. The moment right now was what I should have done close to 40 years ago, I should have left my body image insecurities behind me and let my mind tell me what I wanted to do. All these years of wasted time. Time spent pretending I wasn't attracted to men, looking at porn movies at convincing myself that I enjoy looking at the guys just as much as the women. Living a lie. I knew I wasn't straight just as much as I wasn't gay. I'm bisexual and just then I told Carl that very thing. "I thought so," Carl agreed. "So am I, although I'm probably drawn more to men that women. Still, that's how I know that there are some women around here that aren't bad." "Really?" "Sure. Not mentioning names or anything of course." "I know. Have you ever - you know - with another guy here and a woman?" "No. Most of these guys are either too old or too square. You though? Frankly the moment I saw you I pictured you and me double teaming one of these gals." "You're kidding." "Heck no. Think about it. You on your back sticking that thick hunk of meat into her pussy while I probed her ass." "Damn. I don't think I could do that. I mean, I'm so intimidated by you with just me and you here. A woman? After she looked at you she wouldn't..." "I'm going to knock that nonsense out of you one way or another," Carl said. "Might take me a while because it took a long time for you to get as insecure as you are, but I'm going to do it. And admit it, tell me you won't like to do what I suggested. Look. Your cock is getting hard again already just thinking about it." "Not just from your suggesting that though," I told Carl, and with that I bent over and did what I always wanted to do. From the moment my lips touched his muscled manhood all of my fears and inhibitions went away, and maybe I wasn't doing it well but I was doing it and enjoying it so much my eyes started to tear up. Up and down my head went while making sure my teeth didn't touch Carl's cock, and I closed my eyes and went as far down and I could handle, even letting the tip hit the back of my throat one time but while I choked I didn't stop. I did open my eyes again, wondering whether I had managed to deep throat Carl like he had me, and if I didn't have his dick in my mouth I would have laughed because my saliva hadn't even reached half the way down with my best efforts. I continued and as I did not only did I get into a nice rhythm I was becoming a bit frantic, my heat bobbing up and down fast while my fist worked what my mouth couldn't reach. "Jim," I hear Carl gasp. "Too good. Going to cum soon - Jim?" I heard but was so aroused I didn't care, although when Carl told me to put my tongue against the tip I listened to him, which in retrospect was probably a good idea. The semen blasted through his fleshy weapon as I pumped and sucked, and my tongue did block the seed from splashing into my throat while his cum filled my mouth. What I didn't swallow trickled out the sides of my mouth as I kept sucking until he finally stopped cumming, and only then did I straighten up. "What's wrong?" Carl asked but I couldn't talk so all I did was go down and hug him hard while I sobbed. "I can't explain it," I whispered in his ear, still hugging him as I got a little control of myself. "It's just that I feel so - free? I'm sorry for acting this way." "Works for me Jim but don't you dare be sorry," Carl said as he hugged me back. "This I could take all night." "A blubbering sweaty bear laying on you?" I sniffled. "The blubbering I could take or leave, but the sweaty hairy bear part is what I want," Carl assured me, so that's what he got. "My wife - ex-wife I mean," I explain to Carl who seemed delighted running his hands over my hirsute body. "As the years went by it was like I had suddenly become Sasquatch or something. Maybe I did get hairier over time but not to any great extent. I think all guys do, you know, except for the top of the head that is" "No, I don't obviously when you look at me," Carl said with a grin. "I think hair became out of style or something," I continued. "It got so that she was suggesting I go get waxed." "Ouch." "She bought one of those no-no-no hair removal things or whatever it is and handed to me," I said. "She told me she wouldn't go near me unless I in her words made myself human looking. And so here I am." "I'm glad," Carl said. "I've been attracted to hairy guys like you since, I don't know? Forever? If it wasn't for you being like a bear, well let's just say that we would probably still be watching the rain fall in NYC." "This is the best night I can remember," I told Carl. "Being touched the way you're touching me. Been a long time." "I can tell," Carl agreed. "Although you may get tired of this because I'm a touchy-feely kind of guy." "Like you said at the start," I reminded Carl. "If you do something I don't like I should tell you. I suspect that at this rate you'll start thinking you're with Marcel Marceau." *** The rest of the night after running into the living room and grabbing the scotch and beer along with some snacks, we spent in bed and as we fooled around in the sack I happened to notice something unusual about Carl's cock. I had drained it earlier but after it went limp it didn't whither away like mine did or like I assumed most guys did, if porn is any indicator. His snake might have gotten a little thinner when soft but seemed every bit as long as it was hard. In fact, it might even been longer limp. "I can't explain it," Carl said as I wiggled his Jello-like hose around. "If I ever saw that hanging limp like that before we started," I declared while spinning it around by the roots. "I would have run out the door, even if I do live here, because I wouldn have freaked even more than I did thinking it was going to double in size when you got stiff." "What are you doing?" Carl asked when I brought my empty beer bottle down and held his limp cock against it. "I've read stories about guys with beer can cocks - now I can say I know a guy with one as long as a beer bottle," I said with a laugh. "You're sick but you keep playing with it and you're going to wake it up," Carl warned but that was fine with me so I put the beer bottle down and started sucking again because I had a lot of lost time to make up for. I discovered that Carl's cock was easier to suck hard than it was limp because soft it was like wrestling with a garden hose, but luckily Carl got hard fast. This time neither of us were so quick to cum and so we began to playfully roll around in the bed while sucking each other's cocks. When I ended up on my back with Carl's low-hanging balls tea-bagging me I got an idea and so I let my mouth slide off the head of his cock and after his arching prong slapped up to his flat stomach I took a ball in my mouth and began to give it a through washing . Carl's hairless sack was a little funky but after a little time in my mouth they cleaned up nicely, and the way Carl was squirming made me think that Carl was liking it. Carl might have taken that as a hint because he began to suck on my balls as well, only he didn't stop there. I let out a bit of a shocked squeal after Carl grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled upward but my reaction wasn't from my back complaining because I was feeling fine there. The reaction was from feeling Carl's tongue run all the way from the base of my balsl right up the ridge to the crack of my ass and beyond. Carl was licking my ass crack and then not just licking my ass but my anus as well, and when I felt his tongue push inside of me I let out another squeal. I couldn't believe what Carl was doing, because not only was he licking what had to be a hairy and funky area but he was doing it like he was enjoying it. While I nursed on Carl's balls I happened to glance up and saw Carl's spread ass cheeks above me. His anus was like a baby's, the pinkish-brown puckered ring hairless and looking so pure, but I couldn't do it. Not just yet, but as it turned out that wasn't what Carl was interested in. After his tongue made like a blender inside of me for the longest time, it departed to make room for a finger and then a second one. The sensation of his digits corkscrewing into my rectum - let's just say that this latest new experience felt way better than I would have expected. Soon I was thrusting my butt into his hand, like I was crazed. I must have been delirious because when Carl asked me a question that I never expected to hear, my answer was ever more shocking in retrospect. "I think there's Vaseline in the medicine cabinet," I heard myself say, and in what had to be record time Carl flew off the bed and into the bathroom and then back out, jumping back into bed while slathering gel all over his bouncing boner as I got on all fours and presented myself to him. "I'll be gentle," I remember him saying seconds before I felt the tip of his cock slide into me, and as it eased into me it hurt, but no less that his fingers had. "Oh Jim you're so tight," Carl grunted as he crouched over me, probably looking like a cub mounting a bear as he probed deep into my virgin bowels. "You okay?" "Yeah - please not all of it," I gasped, and while he never got more than half of his long rod into me it sure felt like he was fully impaling me so i couldn't imagine what all of that would do to me. It didn't last long, with Carl apologizing after coating my insides with his spunk. "Too good," Carl said after his snake wiggled out of my ass. "I usually have better control than that. When you said yes I hurried before you had a chance to change your mind." "Probably a good idea," I agreed because I still couldn't believe I had gone along with it. "I have to ask you though, when you - you know?" "No, I don't know," Carl replied with a wicked grin. "I mean I think I do know but I want to hear you say it." "When you were, licking me down there?" "Down where?" Carl cackled, clearly enjoying my awkward efforts to communicate. "My asshole!" I blurted out. When you were licking my anus." "That's my man. Yes. When I was rimming you like a wolverine. Go ahead." "Well, I've never seen it, but isn't it hairy and funky?" "Yes," Carl dead-panned. "What about it?" "I dunno. Seems like it would look like..." "Heaven," Carl replied. "Maybe not to you but to me it was paradise." "Yours looked so neat. Was I supposed to do that to you?" "No, Carl said. "Not if you don't want to." "Maybe next time," I said, shivering when I felt his warm goo oozing out of my anus. "There's going to be a next time?" Carl asked. "I hope so, although a shower might be better right now," I suggested, and it was as good as showers get, with us giving loving attention to each other. The drying was even better, and I couldn't believe that I was standing there naked next to this man while we toweled each other off, all of my insecurities gone and hopefully never to come back. *** That night wasn't the end. far from it, and as it turned out it was only the beginning. Carl and I spent a lot of nights together, and then one night things got even more interesting thanks to Carl and his persuasive ways. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Pat was saying as she stood between us in my bedroom, all three of us naked as the day we were born. Pat, the silver haired woman who had called out the bingo numbers the night before while being watched by Carl and yours truly. Like vultures her 61 year old body got mentally undressed by the two of us who didn't give a damn if we won or lost. The gal didn't stand a chance. Carl had been right about some of the women in the complex, at least if Pat was any indication. She might have been 61 but she had an interesting body. Pat was one of these gals would looked better naked than dressed because with her clothes on she looked heavy. While her stomach was thick it was solid and the woman had a tight and surprisingly firm butt on her, but Pat's claim to fame was having an enormous pair of breasts that went down to her waist. Being real where else would they go? Her aureolas were way bigger than drink coasters and her nipples were like bullets. The best part about Pat was that she was willing even after Carl explained in graphic detail what we were going to do to her, in addition to what Carl and yours truly were going to do to each other. I wouldn't have been able to say what he said, but that's Carl for you. "I'm game," Pat said after we downed some of Carl's Scotch, and I guess I was shocked and showed it but Pat set me straight. "I got it on with two guys after a Dead concert down in Long Island in 1975 I think it was," Pat explained. "In the back of a VW bus that reeked of patchouli. As long as we don't have to do it in a bus I'm game." So we all went into my bedroom and undressed each other, and none of us seemed to mind that we weren't as young as we used to be, and Pat seemed just as pleased after she unwrapped me as she was when we got Carl naked. "Like going to bed with the Odd Couple," Pat said as she stood between us with our cocks in her hands, and when I didn't understand she explained. "His cock is a foot long and yours is a foot around." "Nonsense," I said, because I knew while mine was thick it wasn't a foot around, and as for Carl's? Well, a bottle of Left Hand Milk Stout is 9" tall, so while Pat was close she wasn't all that far off. Evidence of that was the groan Pat let out after she squatted on my fireplug cock, which was dwarfed by the bellow the gal let out when Carl claimed behind her and slid he cock into her ass. It was a great experience, with the sight of Pat's mammoth mammories hanging in front of my face a delight even if my hands were overmatched. I had forgotten how much fun it was to make love to a woman who liked you, but that wasn't the highlight. That was reserved for the feeling I got when I Carl slid into her ass because I could feel his cock moving inside of her ass while Pat bounced on my dick. It was magical and afterwards I mentioned to Pat that it might be interesting if we both tried to get inside her pussy. "Now that would be a new one for me," Pat declared. "I don't know. That's a lot of cock for one cunt to take fellas. I'll have to think about it. Besides, I told you I want to see you stick that foot-long into Jim's ass next time because I want to see if he squeals as loud as I did." That was fine because nothing more wasn't going to happen that night anyway, and after Pat had waddled shakily to her own place I walked Carl to the door. "Don't know if we could actually do that. Both my cock and yours in her pussy at the same time," I said, and when Carl asked me why I explained that it drove me crazy actually feeling his cock working deep in Pat's bowels through what had to be a thin barrier, so actually having our cocks physically rubbing together might be tough for me to take and I could picture myself cumming right away. "That did feel nice, didn't it?" Carl asked. "Wasn't sure if you felt it too." "Oh yes," I assured him. "Something to think about," we agreed while we hugged. I was fine with anything that included Carl, and I was thinking that the same was true for him regarding me. The one thing that I was certain about is that I was quite happy that the Met game had gotten rained out that night weeks ago. *** thank for reading Never Did This Before Jesse had accepted me completely, and had treated me with love and respect. It was funny in a way that for the first time in my life, I felt like a man, and I had to be with another man to enjoy that feeling. "You're going to cum, aren't you?" Jesse said, bringing his hands up to my nipples and squeezing them lovingly. "Yes," I gasped. "You're getting me excited again, you know that?" "Yeah," I wheezed. "I can feel your cock getting hard." "I want to feel you cum all over me. All over my cock." I looked down as I spurted all over Jesse's cock and pubes. It was a much less impressive load this time than before, but it felt just as good, and when I finished I began to move down to the foot of the bed. "Where are you going?" Jesse asked. "Have to clean up my mess," I declared, lifting Jesse's gooey, semi-turgid cock up off of his belly. "Then," I continued just before lowering my head. "I plan on finding out what somebody's semen tastes like. Besides my own, I mean." For the record, it tatsed delicious. *** thanks for reading