[MM] Getting Blown by a Guy For the [first time]

She had been gone for three days – a conference in Vegas. We’d been dating three months or so – not exclusive. I knew she had another FWB on the side. We’d been having sex pretty regularly, usually at her place, sometimes mine if we were in the right part of town. She was pretty, long blonde hair, good smile, the perfect person to occupy my time – and if it looked like it, maybe get into a long-term relationship with. But after her being gone three days and me working, all I could think of sitting at home was my erection.

Sitting in front of the computer, I briefly debated masturbating. I had a nice routine down and after three days, the load would be very satisfying. Browsing over to Random Acts of Blowjob, I saw a few ads for guys seeking other guys. I’d never been directly attracted to guys, but the thought of a blowjob, especially from someone that knew his way around a cock, was enticing. A glass or two of red wine fueling it, I sent a message to the guy. Ten minutes later, I saw an orange envelope. The guy was interested (I provided my location), and wanted to swap Kiks. I sent him mine and got a response soon thereafter. We chatted about experience…he was bi, and had mostly been with girls, but also liked to suck every once in a while. We moved on to pictures.

Here’s where it got interesting – I’d never sent nudes to another guy before. I’m slightly above average at 8”. I was very turned on by the idea and took my boxers off – I was fully hard at this point, and laid in bed. Getting the best angle, I sent a picture. He immediately responded,

“Wow.”

I felt empowered – though girls always appreciated me, getting a direct compliment like that made me sink deeper into this fantasy – I texted and asked him if he wanted to meet. My hands were now shaking at this point, realizing how real it had just gotten. He said yes and I suggested a bar a block from my place.

While I was getting dressed, I began to regret it. Would it be weird? In the elevator on the way down, I started to really regret it. When I got to the bar, five minutes early, I downed a shot immediately. He told me he was wearing a red ski jacket, and then I saw him walk in.

About two inches shorter than me, he had short brown hair and noticeable freckles. He was wearing frameless glasses and well cut jeans. We made eye contact and I gave a half wave.

“Hey, I’m Bryce,” he said brightly.

“Hey, Jon.” I said, shaking his hand. We looked at each other and half smiled. “Yeah – kind of weird, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; there’s going to be some awkwardness.”

I realized I had been holding my breath. “So how many time have you done this?”

“I started in college, maybe once every couple of months?” he said, as I took another drink of my beer.

“It’s my first time.” I said – I’d been coy with my experience. I didn’t want to commit any faux pas, but at the same time, didn’t want to drop the first time thing over text.

“I’m excited to give you your first time.” He then continued, somewhat sheepishly, “do you think you might want to try it on me?”

I hadn’t thought about this, but suddenly the idea of touching him felt appealing. Never having held another man’s cock, I had all kinds of questions – what would it feel like? How fast would he get hard?

“I’m not completely opposed.”

We finished our drinks and he nicely paid. We left the bar and wordlessly walked back to my place – I’d previously agreed to host. The elevator ride was awkward – I didn’t quite know where to look. I caught myself looking at his crotch for signs of him being turned on, but nothing was obvious.

Once inside, I offered him a drink, which he turned down. I decided to cut through the awkwardness.

“So where do we start?”

His tone of voice switched to more explanatory. “Well, if you’re into trying some things on me, I could start on you and when you’re turned on, start on me – if you cum, you probably won’t be as interested – do you have lube?”

I briefly thought to myself about how well thought out he was. I went to my room and retrieved a bottle of lotion that I had.

“Great – why don’t you sit down on the couch.”

I put the lotion bottle on the end table and sat down. He immediately moved onto the couch next to me and began undoing my belt. At this point, though I was somewhat turned on, I was just feeling awkward. I couldn’t decide whether I should be helping or just leaning back. And then he put his hands into my underwear.

Most girls are a little awkward – the penis is a curiosity for them. But Bryce’s hand wrapped around my cock perfectly, squeezing it just below the head and giving me a rush of warmness throughout my chest. I could feel myself get erect in his hand.

“Your cock is incredible.” He said, pulling my jeans and boxers down to spring me out completely. He slowly and loosely stroked it, getting it fully hard. He bent down and his mouth wrapped around my shaft. He started slowly, getting me very wet. Soon, his hand came into the mix and he started a perfect rhythm of sliding my slippery cock through his hand and into his mouth. I leaned back and enjoyed – a lot of things were running through my head, but the fact that Bryce was really enjoying this made it good.

I started to get close and I said so. He stopped and looked at me.

“I’d really like to finish,” I said – my balls felt tight and tingly. “I’ll help you after.”

He wordlessly went back to his rhythm – and the tightness came back. I could tell I was near the edge and, in my deepest voice I said that I was about to come. He increased the pressure of his hands as I exploded into his mouth breathlessly.

After swallowing my cum, he took a drink from the strategically placed water bottle on my coffee table.

“Would you like to switch?”

“Sure – but is it okay if I just use my hand?”

“Yeah – I actually enjoy handjobs.”

Still breathless, I was less horny – of course, but still kind of curious as to how this would go. I slowly unbuckled his jeans – they were tighter than mine, but he was also a bit skinner. He was wearing grey boxer briefs that showed he was already turned on. I slid my hand down the waistband and felt him. I wrapped my hand around him the way I would mine and slowly stroked him. He was a bit shorter than me, around 6”.

I pulled down his boxers and jeans and turned to the bottle of lube, pumping three pumps of jergens into my palm. I slowly warmed it by squeezing my palm together and then went to work on his cock. It felt very natural – since it’s what I was used to doing to myself. He groaned and breathed out a sigh after the third stroke. Using my left hand, I started to caress his balls and the inside of his thigh, prompting shivers from him and more groans. Knowing the most sensitive part was right below the cockhead, I squeezed at that part and each one produced another groan. He was fully hard by this point. I made a point of moving his whole cock all the way through my hands.

“Oh god you are good at that.”

I never increased my speed above what I would consider slow – his head was leaned back and he groaned each time I completed a full stroke. I could also feel his breathing be quicker.

“I’m close.”

“Is there something you want me to do?”

“Finish me please.”

When he said that, I felt my own cock swell – I felt like I had so much power right now – he was on the edge, feeling tight and full of cum – and I could help him, give him a full rush of pleasure and release ropes of cum all over his stomach. I stroked again and moved to the rhythm I felt I kept when I decided to release myself.

“Oh god – oh god – oh g…” and he never got the last syllable out. He held his breath and I increased my stroke, right behind his cock head. He pushed out the loudest groan I have ever heard, and his cock, which had felt completely hard, went tense, and a huge rope of cum shot out, straight in the air, and fell back down on my hand and his stomach. Another groan, another rope – I kept the same rhythm, and was careful to not go completely over his cock head. Six ropes in all, leaving him quivering, out of breath and his hands rubbing his face.

“Oh my god – holy shit.” He repeated it over and over.

I put my pants on and went to the kitchen and got paper towels so he could clean up. We said some awkward pleasantries and he told me to reach out if I ever wanted another experience. He took off quickly.

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