Here goes with part 5 of this story of first experiences. As with the others, this one is also true in almost every way.
Part 5 "A taste of cum"
After the last experience, I was extremely wary of 'anonymous' sexual encounters, and since I didn't really have any way to meet guys except my buddies at my senior year of school, I didn't have much sex for a while.
Not that I didn't jerk off and re-read the magazines that I had picked up and hid. I did that every day, including reliving my almost rape anal experience.
After a few months, I was getting off of my job early one evening, and I felt drawn to stop by the bookstore to get a different magazine. I wasn't really planning on hooking up with anyone. That just seemed too dangerous. I had visualized someone raping me on a dark country road and throwing me in a quarry hole or lake or something.
When I slipped in the bookstore, I noticed a guy- no, more like a kid- already browsing in the gay section. At first he didn't look up, but after a few minutes he edged over to see what I was looking at and said, "Hi."
No one was paying any attention to us so I said, "Hi, whats up?"
"I'm Ryan." "Cool. Good to meet you." I checked him over closer.
He was clean cut, dark hair and fairly pale skin with dark eyes and long dark eyelashes. Kind of skinny and he had long fingers. He wasn't what you would call 'hot' in the way of an athletic jock. It was more of 'extreme cute.' What he really reminded my of was other senior guys in my class that I would see in the hall or in the locker room.
"Anything goin on tonight?" He asked. "Nah, just got off of work and I'm going home," I answered. "Do you live alone?" he asked hopefully. "Nah, I still live with my parents," I responded, feeling more like I was talking to a classmate or cousin that to a potentional sex partner. "Oh," he said thoughtfully, "I don't really have a good place to go (as though I acted like I would come anyway since he hadn't asked). I live in a basement apartment of a church family. I'm not really supposed to have company unless it's ok with them. They let me have my privacy and I have my own entrance, but they watch me pretty close. Kind of like I'm their kid."
"That's good," I said. "Well..." I picked up another magazine. We stood for a while looking at magazines, and not saying much but things like 'he looks hot' or 'thats kind of wild, don't you think?'
Finally he blurted out, "I think if you park across the street and we go in without making any noise, we'd be okay. Maybe I could go in, then you could follow. Once were inside, they don't pay attention because I have music playing. They're probably in bed now, anyway."
Again, he made an assumption that I wanted to go which, I had made up my mind, that I did.
"Ok. I'm behind you," I said, without making any purchases.
His basement apartment was really close to the campus, and there was a dark parking lot pretty close, so I parked there, then quietly walked up to the door. He quickly let me in, and started playing some christian music.
"Hungry? I was going to fix a sandwich," he asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, since I really was pretty hungry. While he fixed some sandwiches he started talking like we were buddies from school or work- not guys that might be looking for sex, and that met in an adult bookstore.
I found out that he was not a high school student- he was a new college freshman who was staying with a church family, and whose father had recently died.
He let me know that he had a girlfriend at church, and was pretty excited at being on his own for the first time. We sat and chatted and laughed, and talked about the college basketball team and shared our sandwiches and I felt like I had known him for a long time. This was the first guy I had hooked up with that didn't look at me as some kind of a sex toy. I decided that, even if nothing else happened, we could be pretty good friends. I even gave him my real name, and was honest about myself.
He sat next to me on the couch while we ate, and several times his leg rubbed against mine. We finished eating, and leaned back as the talking slowed down. He reached over and put his arm around me, and gave me a little squeeze.
"I'm glad we ran into each other tonight. I was a little bit lonely," he said, looking at me.
I patted his leg and said, "Yeah, this is pretty cool. I like it too." An awkward silence followed until he asked, "You, uh, wanna do some stuff? I mean, do you want to, cause if you don't that's ok. You don't have to..." he stuttered.
"No, I really want to. I want to even more now than when I saw you in the bookstore," I answered honestly.
He pulled me over, and gave me a gentle hug. I could smell him- kind of mix between teen age boy and fabric softener- and he felt so good. The hug was as good as any sex.
When we parted, he reached in and gently kissed me. We lingered, then kissed a little more intensely.
"Let me show you the rest of the apartment," he whispered. You're the first guy I've ever had over.
There wasn't much to see. Two rooms and a bathroom. As we stood in the bedroom, he wrapped his arms around me again, and we kissed, this time with a little more urgency. He had beautiful teeth, and his mouth tasted so sexy. I reached down and pulled his polo shirt up, and over his head. He was pretty hairless except for under the armpits and around some pink nipples. My hands traced the small of his back as we kissed again.
He unbuttoned the front of my shirt and slipped my t-shirt off. As we kissed, I unbuckled his belt, and loosened his zipper. I felt through the undershorts until I discovered his hard tool. It was smaller than mine! And I was pretty small.
I fell to my knees,while I continued to fish it out. This was great- I could swallow the whole thing with my face buried in his black pubic hair. His small ball sack felt firm as I reached up to feel it. And there was a smell that mixed soap and a muskiness together that I really liked.
He thrust into me, and moaned, "Oh man, that is so good! Yeah, that is good..." I was really enjoying this. I didn't just feel like I had a cock in my mouth- I felt like I had Ryan in my mouth, and I wanted it to really feel good for him, not just for me.
After a few minutes, he said, "Here, I have ta take my boots off before my pants will come off." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I helped tug off his leather boots. I could smell the mild smell of sweat and fresh leather, and rolled down his sweat damp socks. His feet were long and narrow. I pulled the shorts the remaining way off, and he swung onto the bed.
It took seconds for me to undress, and as I looked down at him, I thought again how much he looked like a cute little boy. He looked so clean and innocent. His legs had just a little bit of dark hair on pale, very soft skin. He had a little trace of dark hair trailing from his cock to his belly button. I fell on top of him, and we resumed the kissing and hugs. I licked down his neck on began to suck on his nipples as we thrust into each other.
I worked my way down to his cock, and began to lick around his balls and the inside of his thighs. I then went down on his cock, taking it full length until my lips were buried in pubic hair. I liked the feel of a small cock- you could take the whole thing at once, and not gag. I felt like I was sucking something out of him and into me.
"Here, roll around where your legs are the top of the bed," he suggested. I rolled into a six nine position and he soon found my cock and began sucking in earnest.
We had not been in the position very long, before he began moaning on my dick, and thrusting into my mouth.
Suddenly, with no warning, I felt my mouth fill up with a slimy, oozy feeling. In shock, I realized he was climaxing in my mouth, and I couldn't really stop him in the position I was in. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock. I had never tasted cum except for a little pre-cum, or when some of my own got in my mouth.
This tasted completely different than mine. It was slippery and tasted kind of like walnuts. He shot a couple of more times, and I know some of it accidently slipped down my throat and out the sides of my mouth. I continued holding his cock in my mouth as it started growing soft in my mouth.
"It's kind of sensitive," he gruffly whispered, and so I let it slip out of my mouth. As he continued sucking me, I lay wandering what to do with his cum. I couldn't really spit it out, laying on his bed with my cock in his mouth. I sloshed it around my teeth and tongue, and felt it on my lips. I thought that cum would make me feel grossed out, but I was thinking, 'this is part of Ryan. A few minutes ago it was inside his balls, and now it is inside of my mouth.' I got to thinking about the sperm that was swimming around in it. It felt kind of cool to me. I actually felt special that he had shared something of himself with me.
As I lay there speculating, he stopped sucking me and asked, "are you about ready to shoot?" I realized all of the sudden that sometimes after I cum, I have this let down feeling right afterward. I started to answer, but my mouth was full. Without thinking, I swallowed hard and felt the slimy, oozy semen slip down my throat.
"Sorry, you can stop if you want to," I said with a slurp.
"No, I want to finish you off," he said.
"Ok, thanks," I replied.
"As he went back down on me, I watched his mouth bob up and down on my tool. I could see it bulging through his cheeks from time to time. It took me longer to cum than usual. When I got close, I said, "Watch out, I'm close," but he just sucked harder until I shot in his mouth. When my near convulsion spurts shot I fell back on the bed. He rolled over to the side of the bed to a trash can, and started spitting. I could hear him clear his throat as he spit the last bit of cum from his mouth.
When he laid back on the pillow, and moved up and snuggled under his arm. He crossed his leg over mine, and I noticed his now deflated cock hiding in the pubic hair.
It felt good to be next to him.
After a while, he spoke. "We can't do this again. I've been thinking- we can't do this."
"What do you mean? I mean, did I do something wrong?" I asked incredulously. This was the best it had ever been for me.
"No, it's not that," he said, rubbing my hair. "It's the opposite of that. I mean, your the first guy I have ever brought home. Before, I would hook up with a guy, and I felt like I was just his toy or his trick- and that's what he was to me, too. I never connected with him, just with his body. And when it was over, I didn't care if I ever saw him again, unless it was for more sex. ....I didn't feel that way, tonight."
"I didn't either," I said truthfully.
"No, I mean, you may think I sound stupid, and I know I do. But like, after I came, I instantly lost interest in sex. I can jerk off, and then go back to doing homework without thinking about it. That's the way I am. It takes a while before I get going again. But tonight, after I shot my load, I wanted to get you off. It wasn't for me, I wanted to do it to make you feel good."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. That's what I was thinking when I had a mouthful of your spooge in my mouth. I've never ate any of that stuff before tonight. I just swallowed it because it was part of you," I said, gouging him in the side with a smile.
"But that's it. Listen, I have a problem with guys having sex. I don't think it's right, but I love doing it and I can't hardly stop myself. But when its a stranger, it doesn't matter. But you don't seem like a stranger. I want to know you like a friend, but I can't do that and have sex with you too," he explained.
I knew what he was saying. I couldn't hang out with a guy as my friend, and also be having sex with him. At this point in my life, the two just seemed impossible. And I wanted his friendship more than I wanted his body, although I still wanted both.
We agreed to be buddies but not sex partners, and we kept the agreement for the two or three years we were friends (although we almost broke it once). I knew he was messing around with guys, and he knew I did it too, but we never talked about it again. Never. It was like we built a wall about that. I don't know why, and I still don't know why. Its just what really happened.