I had just broken up with my gf about a week before this. I know, a lot of stories start this way. I think I’d always known I was bi. I remember playing with another boys dick when I was really young and it always stuck with me. I had to try it for real now.
I set up an ad on some website that was popular in the early 00s and waited. And waited. And waited. No responses. It was a paid site so that’s no surprise. Then I started browsing ads that were on there and found one that stuck out. Someone, like me, recently single and inexperienced with guys. So I bought some credits and sent a message. Luckily I got a response pretty quickly. He was around my age, early 20s. We chatted for a couple nights about what we wanted to try, our reasons for doing it, and what we expected after. It was to be a one time thing since neither of us knew if we’d enjoy it or not. He didn’t live far away, it was almost on my way home from work. We set up a date and time about 2 days in advance. I was alternating from excited to nervously anxious the whole time. On the day of our meeting I spent my shift in a bit of a haze.
It was time. I sent a message saying I was on my way and would arrive in about half an hour, around 11pm. I was rock hard the entire drive. I found the address and the vehicle he said to look for. I messaged again saying I was there. He came out, saw my car, and waved me over. I was really nervous. I got out and greeted him with an awkward handshake. We hadn’t exchanged pictures so neither of us knew what to expect. I was a bit over 6′ and fairly slim. He was about the same height and slightly heavier than average. We stood in his back yard and had a couple of smokes while we chatted nervously. His parents were out, but his sister was home. He assured me she never comes into his room but might stay up watching TV until late. Ok. I can live with that. I don’t know his family so I figured I could just make a quick getaway and I’d be fine. It never came to that though.
After having a few smokes each we went into his room, the lights were out and it was dark. This ended up being my only regret of the night, I never got to see his cock in the light. Just the shadow of it. We sat on his bed not really sure where to start. After a few moments I leaned over and kissed him. It was strange. Not bad, just strange. He kissed back and I placed my hand on his thigh moving slowly higher. As I reached his crotch I felt his hard cock through his pants. This is what I was here for. I started to rub it and he took that as a cue to do the same to me. Then he stopped the rubbing and the kissing. I wasn’t sure if he decided to stop or what. Turns out he was just dropping his pants so I did the same. Our shirts came off at the same time and then we started kissing again in nothing but our underwear. It felt even better rubbing him through a thin layer of cloth rather than jeans. But that wasn’t enough. I slid a finger under his waistband and made room for my hand to follow. My fingers ran across his pubic hair as I got closer to the prize. My heart was racing. Could I do this? It wasn’t really the first time, but I didn’t know what I was doing the last time, it wasn’t really a sexual thing.
I moved my hand lower, now grazing the base of his shaft. It felt like skin. It felt like my own cock, soft to the touch but still so hard at the same time. I wrapped my hand around it and could feel it try to jump in my grasp. His hand explored my cocks while I gave his a few gently tugs. I released and moved my hand to his balls. I took his whole sac in my hand and massaged them lightly. I heard him moan with pleasure. As much as I enjoyed him playing with my cock I was having a much better time exploring his. But there was still too much clothing in the way. I stopped kissing him and told him to stand up immediately pulling his under wear down. His cock was now in the open. I could see the silhouette of it but couldn’t make out the finer details. Size was never a concern, and never has been, but he was pretty tiny. When I wrapped my hand around his shaft one side was as low as could go and the other had two fingers over the head. He was circumcised, like me, so I was worried about rubbing the head raw when I start to jerk him off.
I sat there, his cock at face level and fully exposed, not quite ready to take it in my mouth. I reach out and wrapped my hand around his cock again, using only 2 fingers and my thumb so I had a bit more room to work with. I started to jerk him off, slowly at first, but getting slightly faster with each tug. It wasn’t long before he put his hand on mine to stop me. He wasn’t ready to cum yet, we’d barely started. He signalled for me to stand up and removed my underwear letting me spring out to attention. I never considered myself to be big, average was my best guess. But in comparison I must have seemed enormous, considering the audible “wow” when it was finally revealed.
He stood in front of me and kissed me again, our cocks caressed each other at the same time. He hand moved for my cock, gripping it with two fingers at first. He let go almost immediately and then wrapped his whole hand around it, with room to spare. He began moving his hand up and down along my rock hard shaft, it took a few tries before he got the hang of being able to move his hand so much. It wasn’t long before I got that nice tingling in my balls and stopped him. I wasn’t ready to cum yet either.
We laid down on the bed, with me on top of him, still making out but now grinding our cocks against each other. This definitely sparked a new fetish for me. The feeling of cock on cock was the greatest thing I’d ever felt. Ever since then I’ve made sure to do this with every guys I’ve been with. I slid my hand between our bodies and took both of our cocks in my hand. The precum from both of us had made everything nice and slick. I jerked us both vigorously. I loved the feeling of our cocks rubbing together and didn’t want to stop but I had to. I let go and heard his cock slap against his stomach as it fell from my hand.
I stopped kissing him and started to crawl backwards down the bed. Again I was face to face with his cock. I took it in my hand again and moved my mouth closer. I kissed the tip, then kissed down his shaft, followed by licking his balls. I enjoyed that. I lifted his cock and pressed my lips against the tip. I opened my mouth and slip him inside. This felt really good. At this point in my life is only received about a half dozen mediocre blow jobs, but it’s always been my favorite part in porn so I was able to figure out what I was doing pretty quickly. I bobbed my head and swirled my tongue over his head. I slid it in further, taking the whole thing in my mouth. I found that’s been the nice part about smaller cocks, I can deep throat them without a problem. I kept sucking on him, almost losing myself in the enjoyment of it. I popped him out of my mouth and ran my tongue down his shaft so I could start sucking on his balls. I pulled one into my mouth, then another. He was trying not to moan as my tongue juggled his balls. I returned to his dick for a few more head bobs before he stopped me. Still not ready to cum.
I moved back up and we traded positions. He had trouble taking much of me into his mouth. I remember him doing a pretty good job, but the details are hazy. I was much more focused on giving head than receiving. I know he had to ask me to be quite a couple of times so that his sister didn’t hear. I quickly missed the sensation of his cock in my mouth so I told him to lay on his side and I flipped around. We 69ed for a little while, I moved back and forth from deep and fast cock sucking to licking and reading his balls. We were both getting close.
Neither of us were prepared to take a shot in the mouth on the first go so we quickly repositioned. He was on his back and I knelt between his legs. I leaned forward and scooped up both of our cocks in my hand again, my balls resting on his, and started stroking them. I could have finished us both off this way but he wanted to be the one to make me cum. I released my own cock and started pumping his. It was still a bit odd only using two fingers but I gave it my all and pretty soon he uttered “I’m gonna cum.” And cum he did. We hadn’t discussed where he was going to shoot so I just kept jerking him off and cum started flying all over him, his bed, and probably elsewhere. We quickly switched positions and he grabbed my rock hard cock with two hand and went to town. I warned him as I was about to finish. I usually point straight up to my chin and can’t bend it very far down. He managed to hold it at a 90 degree angle from my body. I started to cum and he kept jerking it as fast as he could. Now I was cumming everywhere. I didn’t get much on me so I’m sure it was all over the bed and partly on him. I felt the last remnants dribble down his hand. I breathed a sigh of relief.
That was great.
He handed me his shirt to clean up with. I wiped of the little bits of cum from my chest and my now limp cock. We got dressed again. There wasn’t much conversation afterwards. We both acknowledged that it was fun but probably wouldn’t happen again. He just wanted to experiment and I was most likely going to get back together with my ex. We said our goodbyes and I headed home. He probably had quite a lot of cum to clean up after the big loads we each shot. I knew I was going to want to do this again. We didn’t stay in touch. Years later he tried to add me on Facebook, I ignored it but creeped his profile now. He’s completely gay and I like to think it was that experience with me that helped him discover that.
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