How excited was I the that first time? A man was coming over and I was going to see his penis! I was breathless with nerves and shaking with horny anticipation. I’d had a quiet evening in, home alone, smoking pot, a few drinks, and looking at porn. I made a profile on an adult dating site and started looking around on there, my head spinning at these new found possibilities. After chatting with a few, I found one who seemed easy going and I was interested in meeting. I chatted with him for a while and the curiosity grew. So, I asked him if he’d like to come over and he said sure! He was about a half hour away. He was going to shower and be right over.
I waited by the entrance of the apartment. It was late at night, with almost no traffic. He didn’t have a cell phone (or perhaps was just being really discreet, I think he was single) so it was dead air after he left his house, with me just left to wonder, fantasize, and wait by the door. Then his car drove by, turning right onto the street behind my apartment building. “That was him” my brain shrieked! Breaths hammering fast and shallow.
Then, a middle aged man came around the corner. An older gentleman, reminded me of a history professor type. A friendly looking face and gentle demeanor. We went upstairs to my apartment and chatted, relaxing on the couch. I must have had a drink. I don’t remember if he did. I’m sure I was very stoned. I wonder if it turned him on how nervous and horny I was? Here he was, in the apartment of a very innocent country boy, who was charged with lust and horny thoughts. I’m not sure how it exactly started. I know I was so nervous. I’m not sure who took their cock out first. I remember shyly asking, my voice shaking, “Do you want to see it?”
Seeing that first cock. That first naked penis. I wonder who went first? I don’t remember. I think I wanted to show him, but I might have been more anxious to see him. I remember him standing in the living room holding his jeans, the silhouette of his cock as I looked back and waited for him to come to the bedroom.
I think I showed him mine first. It seemed less jarring than him taking his cock out first. I remember him standing up before we went to my room, seeing his cock half erect, dangling between his legs. I was too nervous to even take him in my mouth as he lay on my bed, me with my knees on the floor in front of him. I touched him, gently stroked him. It felt incredible, having a penis in my hand. The soft delicate skin, the flagrant pulsing head. I kissed it shyly, feeling his pubic hair brush against my face. I made him cum with a handjob. I used some lube. It felt amazing making him cum, and I remember the incredible rush I felt as his throbbing cock pulsed in my hand, feeling his cum pumping out. It trickled down over my fingers still wrapped around him.
Then I lay on the bed and stroked my cock while he watched. I came an incredible amount and he even whispered “Wow!” My belly was covered in my cum. I handed him a towel and we cleaned ourselves off. It was a fun night!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yg0fl/mm_my_first_time_with_a_man_the_story_of_a
Being a queer country kid was hard, innuendo aside.