[M]y first time bottoming for another [M]an

Few years ago I was working as a tech for a server and data center parts manufacturer. I routinely made repair calls to some of our larger clients out of the immediate area, and would be put up in a hotel room with another associate until said repairs are done.

On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.
After day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars. Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more.
I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I down the rest of my drink and head out.

On the way my heart is pounding out of my chest. I feel my dick swell and meet the resistance of my jeans. Every step I take makes the fabric of my boxers pass over the head of my cock. I am so horny the friction of that alone is almost enough to set me off.
Once I see the sign for the bar I compose myself as best I can and head inside. All around are big masculine men of all shapes and types. The slutty switch I never knew I had gets flipped instantly.

I take a seat at the bar and order a stiff drink to try and relax. I’ve never been in a place like this and had no clue what to do next. I feel a cool, wet sensation in my pants and realize I have been dripping precum like a faucet. My mind is filled with thoughts of what everyone might look like naked and what their cocks looked like, tasted like.
I am still terribly nervous and hope that someone approaches me but after some time passes, I just try to make small talk to those around me. Nothing really results of this and needless to say I am starting to feel a little disappointed. I can’t tell if I’m too nervous, don’t understand the dynamics of flirting with men, or just not anybody’s type. It’s not too far away from closing time and I decide it’s time to call it a night.

I make my way out of the bar and start trying to flag a cab down. A man comes out of the bar not too long after me and tries to do the same. There aren’t many around but eventually one stops after a couple minutes. The other man outside asks if I would mind sharing a taxi to which I said no problem. His place is on the way to my hotel so it works out fine.
We both get inside and drive off.
It’s not often I feel small next to somebody, me being 6′ 4″ with linebacker kind of build. But he is every bit of 6′ 7″ and solidly built. I don’t really check guys out on the street like I do girls, but he is rather handsome.

After some small talk I find out his name is Paul and that he’s 48 years old. He seemed to perk up when I mentioned I was exactly half his age. Paul asked where I was coming from and he got even more excited when I said the same bar he was at. I got a jolt of courage after seeing the way he reacted to this and slid my hand towards him and to his leg. Outstretched, my hand could barely cover the top of his firm muscular thigh. I could tell he liked this and I wasted no time, reaching for the fly of his pants. He was already starting to get hard and got even harder when I rubbed him through his jeans. I could tell he was hung nicely, I practically started to salivate when I felt him.

The cab stopped in front of his house and we both stepped out. I followed him inside to his bedroom where he turned around and pushed down on my shoulders. Like a good boy slut I dropped to my knees, undoing his belt and pants. His hands go behind my head as I reveal the thick cock hiding behind his boxer briefs. I grab the base of his shaft tightly with my left hand and guide the tip to my lips. I lightly grab his large hanging balls with my right hand as I take more of him into my mouth, making sure my tongue presses his most sensitive spots.

He applies more pressure to the back of my head until he is rocking back and forth using my mouth like a little fuck toy. I let my mouth fill with saliva so it stays wet. It mixes with his precum, making a perfectly slick lube. His cock is stretching my jaw and lips, spit and cum is dripping down my chin. He pulls my head away so he can effortlessly pick me up and throw on his bed on all fours. He spreads my legs wide apart, I can feel his stubble tickle me as his tongue finds my ass. He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me in tight. I’ve never been rimmed before and never thought it would feel *that* good. I start to moan loudly, almost out of my control.

He pulls away to ask me if I’m ready and I answer yes. I lower my head forward to arch out my ass for him. He puts some lube on me and him, I feel the tip of his dick press at my tight hole. The head slips inside and he pushes in until I’ve taken every inch. It feels so much better than my toys! He leaves his throbbing cock still inside me so I can get used to him. I feel so small and vulnerable in this position, like a submissive petite girl ready to be obedient and manhandled. Once I’ve stretched open a little more to accommodate his impressive girth he starts to thrust back and forth. His hands grab tight at my hips and pull me back to him when he thrusts in. I start to move with his pattern, between our moans of pleasure are the metronome-like slaps of his hips hitting my ass.

My entire body feels numb as I am overcome with the most intense pleasure I have ever felt, I can barely think straight. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, starting from my prostate, radiating to my toes and finger tips. I always thought girls faked it, or forced themselves to be louder during sex but I understand now it’s involuntary when you’re getting fucked this good. I grab a nearby pillow and yell into it as he slams me harder. Suddenly I feel a warmth in my prostate like a lightning bolt, it travels to the tip of my cock. I beg him to fuck me as hard as he can and the feeling intensifies. I scream into the pillow again, before I know it I am spraying cum everywhere without even touching myself. Rope after rope of pearly cum shoots on to the bed sheets. I lick up what I can before having to ask him to stop as my sensitivity is almost too much to handle.

After a quick break I flip over on my back. He spreads open my legs and leans over me as he enters me again. Paul wastes no time getting back to the jackhammer pace he had that made me cum. A steady stream of milky white liquid pours out of my cock as every thrust pounds my prostate. His breathing and his dick are both getting harder, I can tell he is getting close. I tell him he can cum wherever he pleases which puts a big smile on his face. Within seconds of saying that he is fucking me at a speed I didn’t think was humanly possible. His moans grow louder until he can’t hold off any longer. At the last second he pulls out and brings his cock to my face ready to unload. I open wide and stick out my tongue like porn taught good sluts to do, and take his load like a pro. I feel each shot land and I can still remember that feeling to this day, my whole face covered and dripping. I eagerly swallow what landed on my tongue and leave the rest for him to see.

After that we exchanged numbers and I went back the next two nights until my job was done. Every time I had another repair call in that town, I made it a point to stop at Paul’s place. Many times I considered purposely leaving our equipment not fixed 100% so that I could visit more frequently. We got into some kinky adventures after that night but have not seen him since I left that job. To be honest typing all this out makes me want to reach out to him, maybe take a drive…

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