Where it happened: friend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
My first experience with another guy was not something that I was expecting. Although not being Gay nor bisexual, these days you hear so much about stuff like that, I suppose that as a healthy 24 year old male I was at least just a little bit naturally curious about what it would be like to do something with another guy. A few months ago I got my chance.
There’s an older guy that I know named Ken. 36, he’s this kind of guy who’s easy to admire. He good looking, successful, and well traveled. While not Gay, I had no idea that he was into guy stuff. One day he invited me over for some grill-cooked steaks. I had kind of thought that there might be others there, but it was just the two of us. It was nice, though. He was cooking outside on the back patio. We had a glass of wine and were lounging around, both of us in tees, shorts and barefoot, enjoying the summer evening. The steaks were superb. We ate, had another glass of wine, and were just enjoying each other’s company. Ken’s this kind of guy’s guy who’s easy to be around and I’m feeling really relaxed being with him. He’s really masculine, not macho, and definitely not swishy in the way that some guys come off. When he puts his hand on your shoulder, you don’t feel uncomfortable about it.
We finish eating and it’s getting dark, so we head inside to get another glass of wine. We go into the living room and he collapses on the sofa, and me into an easy chair next to it. While we’re sitting there saying what a great evening this is, Ken tells me how much he appreciates my company and how glad he is that I came over. I tell him that I appreciate him inviting me, and he says how nice it is to be able to get together and enjoy the pleasure of some male companionship. I’m thinking, yeah, it does feel pretty good to just be guys, and how I feel sort of privileged that he thinks of me as a friend.
So we’re sitting there with our legs stretched out, and he kind of rubs his foot against mine. I’m not really thinking a whole lot about his doing that. To me it’s just kind of chummy and not like a big deal. It’s nothing that makes me feel uncomfortable, and actually I kind of like it. Ken says how it might be kind of nice to round off the evening and have a little fun. I’m not quite sure what he means by that, and he asked if I’m feeling a little horny. I was kind of surprised to be asked that. Self-consciously I admit that I might be, a little bit.
Ken smiles (he has this great smile), and says why don’t I come over and sit on the sofa with him. With anyone else that would have made me feel pretty uncomfortable and wary. But with him, and I still don’t completely why, I’m not bothered by that. I get up and plunk down next to him. He still smiling and I’m smiling, feeling kind of self-conscious and a little awkward. I mean, its kind of obvious that he’s in the mood to mess around, but I just don’t know quite what to expect. He puts his arm around behind my shoulders and tells me that he thinks I’m a good looking young guy. I tell him that I think he’s good looking, too. I feel sort of stupid telling another guy that, because it’s something that I’ve never done before. Although he is a good looking guy, and it’s not a lie telling him that, and I feel flattered that he thinks I’m good looking.
We’re sitting there, and Ken leans over and put his lips against mine. I have to admit that it’s unexpected. I’m a little surprised, but I just let him do that, and after a moment I find myself kissing him back. I can feel the stubble on his shaven face and the wetness of our lips moving around togther. I remember noticing this. A lot of different thoughts go through my head. At first I’m surprised that he’s kissing me. Then I’m thinking that I’m actually kissing another guy. Then I’m thinking that it’s not bad, and I suddenly feel myself starting to get turned on. It seems to happen quite independent of what I’m thinking, and I feel my dick stasrting to get hard. I’m kind of stunned to find that I’m having an erection.
Ken pulls back and smiles some more at me, looking quite pleased. He tells me that this is giving him a boner and how good it feels, and I admit that I have one, too.
He pulls down the elastic waistband of his shorts and shows me his dick, which is not exceptionally long, but quite thick with veins along its length, and has a broad, deep red head. He says why don’t I show him mine. I go ahead and open my shorts, and my boner is curving up, feeling absolutely stiff and huge. Ken gives it a feel and following his example, I reach over to feel his. I’m kind of surprised because it feels good to be touching another guy’s male anatomy like that, and not to have to feel all embarrassed about it. It’s pretty exciting.
Ken says how this might be better if we were naked, and I sort of agree. It seems like the natural thing to do. We get undressed and now we’re totally naked, and our boners are sticking up. I remember realizing at this point how here I was, actually doing something with another guy, and thinking how easy and good it felt. We sit back down on the sofa and we do another kiss. This time I feel Ken’s tongue going into my mouth, and a moment later I’m sticking my tonue in his mouth. It’s wild and feels great. We then sit there lightly caressing each other, smiling, and looking very happy over this turn of events. I have to admit that I’m reaslly liking it. Ken bends over and takes my hard dick in his mouth and starts sucking on it, and that feels so good! When he pulls away, I work up the courage to try sucking on his dick. It feels huge in my mouth, and I’m thinking how I’m actually sucking on his penis. That it wasn’t repulsive, but that I actually liked doing that.
We sit there making out, touching and holding each others cock, kissing some more, playing with each others nipples, and kissing those, too. My penis is refusing to be anything but absolutely rigid and so his his. Finally Ken says how he would really like to fuck me. By this time I’m not shocked. Actually, I’m rather intrigued by the idea. He gets up and goes off and comes back a second later with a condom. I watch as he puts it on. Thren he tells me to get on the floor, on my hands and knees, which I do, leaning my elbows on the sofa. He gets down behind me and I feel him start to stick his boner in my holes. The lubrication of the condom helps it slide right in. It hurts a little being stretched like that. I never had anything in my butt before. But it also feels incredibly exciting. He slowly starts to slide in and out, and I like this male sensation, and I’m a little overwhelmed to think that I’m actually being fucked. Fucked by another guy. That Ken is actually fucking me with his boner. I love how completely male this feels!
I don’t know how long this went on. For several minutes. Ken continued to fuck me, the sensation of his boner going in and out making my boner harder than ever. I’m sort of moaning with each insertion and he’s breathing hard. I remember thinking how I could feel his masculine power and his desire to be doing this with me as another guy. It was like nothing that I had ever experienced before, and it felt sooooo goooood! Finally he hrunts and I feel him thrust his boner into me hard and keep it there, and I realize that he’s ejaculating. Although I’m so thankful that he wore a condom, at the same time I’m disappointed by the fact that he’s not shooting his sperm directly into me. His sexual agony seems to go on for about a whole minute and then it’s over. I’m practically breathless over his having fucked me so completely. Keeping his dick where it is, he reaches around and begins to stroke my boner. A few firm rubs is all it takes. My sperm is squirting out in long, creamy streams that just seem to keep coming without stop. It’s unbelievable!
After I finish coming, Kens pulls out and peels the rubber off, holding it up to show me how much sperm he put out – a lot! – and I suppose to show me that the condom had held up after its vigorous use. We do this sort of affectionate kiss and we’re both sort of physically and emotionally drained. It was great.
My first experience with another guy, for me, was great. An add on note, Ken and I have fucked several more times since then, and I’ve even gotten to fuck him. Gay? No, but definitely I’ve become open to male relationships!
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