*Name changed to protect identity
My first time with a man. My heart was pounding. I don’t know if I want to do this…yes, yes I do. My heart races faster as I walk along a part of Manhattan I don’t usually frequent on my way to his apartment.
The movies don’t do justice to how you might meet someone for an encounter such as this. Most involve a night of drinking at a bar and an eager guy who’s pretty sure you’re into him. He takes a chance and grabs your hand, maybe rests it on his leg. A sure-sign to communicate exactly what he’s thinking. A fairytale montage from the scene at the bar to a cab, and finally the inside of his apartment where he ravishes you in a whirlwind of passion and unknowns that turn into your favorite things you never knew about.
But we live in the 21st century. And those kinds of scenes are reserved for heterosexual people who expect these things to happen in their life naturally. So, this night didn’t start at a hip Manhattan joint under the dim glow of bar lighting and a hot blush across your face you’ve never felt. This happened over an app. With a level of uncertainty. But a world of possibilities awaited me on the other end of this Internet conversation.
His name was *Ben. He saw my post about wanting to experience sex with a man for the first time. He asked me if I was serious in my inquiry. I said yes, to a certain extent….maybe this time I wasn’t ready for the full adventure from A-to-Z. But my mind, body, and soul craved it. Finally, I was ready to admit to myself what I’ve denied my own thoughts for years.
“You can come over to my friend’s apartment I’m staying in for the time-being. We probably can’t go all the way anyway…”
Perfect. This is exactly as I envisioned my first gay experience to start out. Every little queen’s dream. Well, it wasn’t much, but who cares? I’m about to flip my world upside down. Or so I’d find out.
He gave me his number, so when I approached the address he gave me I called to let him know I was just downstairs. My voice was quivering…I was sure of it. But I was so excited otherwise, the adrenaline pumping through my veins hushing that one fiber of doubt.
We shook hands and he led me up to his friend’s apartment. The door locked behind us. I looked to my left. “Good, a bathroom,” I thought to myself. I wanted to give myself one last chance to freshen up and possibly hype myself up.
A minute passed, and I was ready. I emerged and he led me to the couch. We sat directly next to each other, our legs grazing and touching. He asked if I was nervous at all. I said, “A little.” He smiled, and took my hand. He moved his face closer to mine. Before I knew it, our lips connected. Collided, even. As silly as it sounds, I remember fireworks. Or some other inner explosion I can’t quite describe.
Soon, our tongues were intertwined, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. Mine found their way down to his crotch. I could feel his semi-hard cock through his jeans, twitching at my touch. I grabbed and pawed at his member, my mind racing. I moaned the harder he got as we continued to move closer.
I don’t remember the exact moment I became totally comfortable, but I found my inner sexually deprived self moving to straddle him, face-to-face. His eyes were wide at my sudden and subtle show of dominance. He immediately removed my shirt, and soon my pants and underwear were completely off. I could only manage to take his shirt off in the same amount of time. I felt disadvantaged, but this was his plan all along. After grabbing, squeezing, and playing as he wished with my ass, he spun me around.
“Bend over. Show me your tight ass.”
I obliged. I wanted him to do unspeakable acts to me, all over my body. Suddenly, I felt his tongue against my asshole. I let out a massive gasp and stifled my moan as much as possible. Don’t want to wake his roommates after all.
His tongue pressed against my hole, his hands grabbing and squeezing my cheeks. He buried his face as deep as he could into my ass, his moans growing louder as he enjoyed my taste. He toyed his tongue against and everywhere around my hole until I felt him start to swirl and explore inside. I became short of breath and felt a new sensation throughout my lower abdomen. An achingly sensual warmth from my pelvis up to my chest. I spread my legs further apart to invite him in deeper, but a tongue can only go so far…we weren’t going to go the whole way tonight anyway.
Now it was my turn, though. My hands and mouth craved one thing, and one thing only. I turned around to face him again. After the usual belt struggle, his pants and underwear came off. Now, we stood facing each other, completely naked. Our cocks resting against each other. His dick was larger than mine in length and girth, and it was so smooth. My hand instinctively reached down to stroke both at the same time as we let our mouths explore each other’s again.
He was now fully erect. His cock pressed against my stomach, trapping my hand between us against his balls and shaft. I needed to taste him. I never wanted something so bad.
I sat him back down on his couch. With his legs spread apart and his cock standing tall awaiting my lips, I dropped my head down for my first blowjob. I kissed the tip. I’m not sure why…I guess they do that in porn. It always seemed cute and innocent, and displayed a level of submissiveness I think. It was decided then. I’m a submissive person. I want to be dominated. I want the femme role completely.
In any case, he seemed to enjoy my initial advance. I continued. My lips parted to take his head in my mouth. His precum tasted sweet and salty on the tip of my tongue. Should I take him fully now? No. I suck just the tip for a few seconds before licking his shaft from top to bottom. I love every inch of his cock along my tongue, the feel of it against my cheek as I move my mouth over his balls. I lick and explore his scrotum, taking one ball into my mouth. I hear him moan, so I must be doing something right! I swirl my tongue around and suck gently, then inch my tongue along back to the tip of his now throbbing member.
I take the tip back into my mouth, just past my lips, then make the executive decision to bring him fully inside. I move my mouth down as far as I can go without choking, then come back up. I hold his cock in my hand for a second as I look up at him. He’s looking back down at me with expectant eyes. I take that as a cue to continue. I take him into my mouth once more, but now with a mission. I want to do everything in my power to make him cum. I want to taste his cum in my mouth, enjoy his essence on my tongue and face.
My head starts to bob rhythmically, slowly at first. More moans. I make sure to tease him as best I can without being too overzealous. This is my first cock…wouldn’t want to displease him by going too fast. I pick up the pace after I hear more moans, making sure to utilize my tongue unsuspectingly below the tip.
Suddenly, Ben stands up and motions for me to get on my knees in front of him. I happily drop at his word. He puts his hand behind my head and guides my mouth back to his wet cock. I take him inside my mouth again. This time, I receive some help as he starts to thrust his hips. His dick finds its way to the back of my throat. I gag a little and push him back, but he’s persistent. My throat gets used to this new foreign object, and soon my eyes roll to the back of my head as he has his way with me.
I can hear his breathing get faster. I know what that means. My prize is soon to come. My long awaited gift to myself.
I decide to put both hands around his cock as he continues to thrust. Soon his legs get weak and I help by keeping up the pace myself now. My spit all over his cock serves me well as my hands glide effortlessly up and down along with my mouth. More moaning. Heavier breathing.
“Give me your cum. Feed my mouth with what I want,” I whimper to myself.
Why wasn’t I confident enough in college to explore this side of me? The opportunities were there. Independence beyond anything I’d known stood before me. And my LGBTQ-friendly campus was a perfect playground to jumpstart my lust-filled desires.
These thoughts rushed through my mind as I could start to feel Ben’a cock twitch and expand suddenly. A long, exasperated moan fled his lips. I could start to feel a warm sensation at the back of my throat. His cum flooded in, coating my throat and mouth fully. I kept sucking for as long as he could stand it before he finally pushed me away. My tongue flicked and folded playfully inside my mouth as I tasted every last drop of his load. Another thing was decided soon enough; I was a swallower. He seemed impressed by this, especially for a newcomer. For me, it seemed to come instinctively. And I liked it. No, I loved it.
As I sat back down on the couch, I felt his hand on my cock now. He wanted to return the favor. I wanted him to return the favor. I wanted to do everything….
This wasn’t my night for that, though. This night was all about him. Well, it was about me, but you get the idea.
After the millionth awkward moment of the evening, namely finding and putting all my clothes back on, we kissed for a few more minutes. Then, it was time for me to go back home. We exchanged one last kiss before the door closed in front of me and I was on my way.
Before I reached the apartment I was staying in, I wondered if I’d see him again.
“Loved everything about tonight. Hope to see you again soon,” the text message read on my phone not even a block away.
Hmm, I guess I will see him again…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a0wx20/my_first_time_mm