Where it happened: His bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I wasn’t really out to myself, much less anyone else, when I met Paul. We became fast friends and hung out together constantly. I really liked him in “that” way and thought it was possible he might be gay, too, but I didn’t have the courage to bring up the subject.
But one day we were over at his house, just hanging out and talking on the couch. The subject of homosexuality somehow came out. I told him my father said it was unnatural. Paul scoffed. “It’s unnatural for him. He likes women. For someone like me, it might not be unnatural.” I was startled. This was the closest either of us had come to saying we were gay, and my heart started racing immediately.
I sputtered out the question of whether he had ever gone to bed with a guy. He said no but that he had kissed one before and he knew he liked it. That kind of hung there in the air for a moment and then he leaned in and we kissed. It was electric.
Our kissing turned into full-fledged making out there on the couch. Of course, it had taken no time for me to get a hard-on, and Paul’s hand eventually wandered to where he could find that out. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time, but Paul was undeterred. He unbuttoned my jeans and put his hand in for a direct feel. It was wonderful.
He whispered that he wanted to go to bed with me. I responded that I wanted to go to bed with him, too. We got up and went back to his bedroom together.
Back there, we started taking our clothes off, our eyes locked on each other. Pulling my pants down and revealing my hard cock to him, and him doing the same to me, I thought my heart would explode in my chest. When we stood facing each other naked, our cocks so hard they were standing straight up, I said, almost in my own disbelief, “We’re naked” — as if that wasn’t obvious enough. He added, “And hard,” and stepped forward, reaching one hand to my erection while kissing me. Our tongues were busy with each other and he was playing with my cock in close quarters and I finally got the nerve to reach down and touch his. Again, wonderful to feel another man’s hard cock — hard for me!
At this point he walked me back one step and leaned me down over the bed. We laid down together and resumed making out and exploring. Before long, he left my mouth and started working down — my neck, my chest, my nipples, my stomach. I was knots because I knew where he was headed and indeed in a brief he moment he reached my cock and kissed it. He went to the head and licked off the large drop of precum that was there. Then he took it in his mouth and began to suck my cock. I was in heaven.
I told him I wouldn’t last long, but that just made him work my dick faster. Soon enough, I buckled and groaned and began to shoot my load down his throat. Inexperienced, too, he took what he could, but had some run out of his mouth. When we kissed again after, I could taste my own cum. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth and we laid together for a moment, kissing some. He remained hard and told me he wanted to fuck me. I readily agreed.
He went off to the bathroom and grabbed some Vaseline (this was in the days before we even knew what AIDS was, much less used condoms for sex). I rolled over, and when he returned he sat down and began to lube up his dick and my manhole. He said OK, I came up to my fours, leaning down so that my ass would be at nice height. My legs were spread so that he could enter me, and he got on his knees behind me. He told me he had read about this and was going to take it slow. I then felt the head of his cock at my manhole and it stayed there for a moment. Then he pushed the tip in and stopped. When my hole relaxed he pushed in a little further and stopped again, again waiting a moment for me to relax. He did this a few times until he was fully in me.
At that point he pulled back a bit, and pushed in, and began his slow pattern of thrusting. To my great surprise, his extra slow entry had turned the trick. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought, but in fact was quite pleasureable. Our slow fuck was good for him, too, as he was lasting longer than I had when he had blown me. After a while he began to thrust a little faster and began to moan. I knew he was close. To my own surprise, I thought it was possible I could cum, too, it was feeling so good.
All of a sudden a frenzy seemed to hit him; he was breathing hard and began thrusting hard, too. In seconds I could feel him explode inside me. Feeling my own need as he pulled out, I began to stroke my own cock as I laid down beside him. His hand joined mine, and I soon came a second time.
We had had our first fuck. After that, we were together not only as friends but lovers, making love whenever we could be alone together. We lasted about three years before splitting.
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