Where it happened: co-worker's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 20, and couldn’t decide if I was gay or not. I liked to think that I wasn’t…but guys really turned me on. I tried to tell myself that it was just because I was jealous of their bodies…
One friday night, a guy I worked with named Randy was throwing a party. I had known Randy for almost a year, and had admired him quite often. But strictly because I was jealous…so anyway, Randy invited me to come, and I was pretty pumped. I got there at about 9, and the party was in full swing. Eventually Randy appeared at my side, and asked if I was having a good time. Half way to drunk, I told him I was having a great time. I began flirting with him, and you could tell by his rection that he didn’t mind it in the least. He eventually asked if I wanted a tour of his apartment, and I said sure. We were walking down the stairs, and he gently placed his hand on my back. At that point I knew that if I didn’t want this to happen then I should turn right around and go back upstairs…but my feet kept carrying me down.
We stepped into his room, and he quietly closed the door behind him. He asked me if I was okay, and I told him I was. The room was dark, with only a little light sneaking in from behind the shades. He took my hand and slowly pulled me towards him, until our chests were resting against each other. He angled my head towards his, and began sweetly kissing me. It was soft at first, and then became fiercer the more we got into it. His tongue slowly began to probe my lips, and I gladly allowed him entrance. Our bodies pressed closer together, and that was when I realized he was as excited as I was. Uncertain how to react, I pulled away slightly. I had never been with a guy before, and I told Randy this. He said that it would only make it more special, and again began kissing my lips. His hands, which had been on my sholders, drifted to my chest and rubbed me…then slowly sank to my jeans. He placed his hands on my zipper, and a jolt of pure excitement ran through me- I was scared I would lose it right then. It seemed like it took him hours to pull that zipper down. He was finally done, and my hard bulge plunged forward. He rested his hand on it for a moment, squeezing softly. The breath caught in my throat, and I wanted to beg him for more. A soft moan came through my lips, at which Randy smiled, kissed me again, and pulled my shirt over my head. I felt so inexperienced, like a child.
He told me to sit at his desk chair, so that he could take my shoes and socks off. He shed them quickly, as I waited in anticipation. While still sitting there, with him kneeling in front of me, he asked me to raise my hips, which I did. In one fluid motion he disposed of both my jeans and my boxers – there I sat, completely naked. He must have sensed my hesitation, and his hand slowly reached for my erection, sliding up and down it in a motion that would have been soothing if I weren’t so incredibly turned on. I was so exposed, and that in itself was making me harder. I was unsure what to expect, but I soon found out. Randy leaned forward, nuzzling himself between my legs. My breath caught in my thoat, in anticipaton of what I realized was to come. His mouth slowly closed over my tip, and his hands came up to squeeze my sac. I leaned back,and it was all I could do to breath. He moved his whole body – forward and back, his mouth gliding along the length of me. He began sucking instead of just licking sweetly, and the motions became faster and faster. Uncontrollable noises were coming out of me – I couldn’t have stoppd them if I had tried. His hand was gripping me tighter, and my hands wound up on the back of his head, begging him to continue the sweet torture. Faster and faster his gentle mouth glided on me. Fast, and then excruatiatingly slow. He knew what he was doing, and was enjoying the sweet torture. Every time he sucked I thought I would lose it, and when he began using his teeth on my tip I knew I was a goner. My hips began thrusting uncontrollably, and I needed the release…I knew I was about to burst. I tried to warn him, but I couldn’t form the words. I came bursting in his mouth, and his only reaction was to take me deeper. There was so much cum, and it felt like it would never end. A little streamed out of his mouth, and his tongue slipped out to catch it.
Completely spent, I collapsed back into the cahir, and had no idea what to do next. I looked at him shyly, and he was just sitting there, between my legs, smiling at me. He grinned his quirky grinned, stood up, and pulled me up with him. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself on him. I didn’t think it was possible, but I could feel myself beginning to harden again. I knew he was still rock hard- I could feel him against my leg- but I didn’t know if I was ready to do what he had done for me. He must have sensed my hesitation, because he just gently hugged me and said not to worry. He lead me to his bed, and gently pushed me down. He disrobed quickly, and slid in next to me. He pulled me to him, and we slept together intertwined. I awoke around 4 in the morning to see him gazing at me, and he asked me if it was what I had expected. I told him it was, and more! He smiled then, and took me into his firm hands. He began stroking me – much as he would have stroked himself – until I was thrusting against his hands uncontrollably, begging for release. It finally came – all over him and his sheets. He just smiled, pulled me to him again, and we slept the rest of the night.
Three times since then I’ve found myself in bed with him. Every time he is just as patient and just as gentle- never asking me to do more that I am willing, and constantly doing to me the things I’ve begun to dream of. I don’t know what attracted me to him, but I’m very glad that I went down those stairs that night.
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