I'd never been with a guy before this night, but I can't imagine a better first time.
Greg was my new neighbor at the time, and our wives had hit it off as soon as they met. He and I had simply said hello in passing. I was kind of aware of his being cute, but wasn't putting much energy into checking him out. But on one Friday evening our wives left on a weekend trip they'd planned, I got to know Greg a lot better than I was planning on.
I think it was him who brought up the idea of hanging out that night, figuring it was a good opportunity since our wives were getting on so well. He caught me outside my house the morning before and said he's cook us up something and have some beer and a movie. And sure enough the next night he was the perfect host, and after a few hours we'd settled into a movie and had had a few beers. Somewhere in the middle of the movie Greg got up for another beer and I noticed him. His thin body and his tight jeans, dark hair and the glassy sparkle in his eye. I felt a little uncomfortable and hoped he wouldn't notice me glancing at him. But he did. A few times he looked right at me and smiled. I felt my chest tense up and my whole body seemed to get thick with embarrasement.
After the movie we just talked and sipped our beer. The topic of old girfriends and dating came up sort of by accident, but before I knew it Greg was moving a little closer to me. I couldn't take my eyes off him and suddenly I knew things were going to get interesting. My focus got a bit blurry for a moment as I tried to contain myself, but when I regained my attention Greg was smiling at me and putting his hand on my thigh. Out of nowhere he kissed me. I nearly melted.
"Do you want to try something new?" he asked.
"I guess," I said shyly.
He moved his hand across my crotch and I gasped a little.
Greg could tell I was nervous.
"It's okay. How about we loosen up? Can I get you out of those slacks?"
By now my heart was beating like crazy and I realized that I could let Greg have me. I wanted it so so badly. But I was also in the midst of my own fantasy and wasn't sure how he would react.
"On one condition," I said.
"Name it."
"You'll think I'm weird," I told him.
"What is it? Really, you can tell me."
"Don't laugh, but, we can do this, but I really want to wear a pair of your wife's panties while we do it."
I couln't believe I'd said it. I'd fantasized about being with a guy while wearing lingerie before, but here was about to find out if it could come true.
"Is that all??" Greg blurted out. "Of course... Take your pick. Our bedroom is just down the hall."
I was so excited I bolted out of the room to their room. I quickly found his wife's underwear drawer and could barely believe how much there was to choose from. I stripped down in anticipation and examined a dozen pair, none seeming quite right. So I peeked in her closet to a pile of her clothes on the floor. I quickly found a thrilling pair of pink mesh panties with floral stitching and an adorable bow at the waistline. My heart skipped as I pulled her panties up to my face and breathed in her lucious scent. I pulled on the panties and looked at them in the mirror. They stretched around me looking so pretty I felt amazing. I was so nervous I wasn't even hard yet.
When I came back to the living room wearing just the panties and an unbottoned, sheer night shirt I found with her clothes, Greg just smiled. I knew then I was ready for anything and my nerves got calm.
"Come here and help me, you pretty thing" said Greg, half laughing in a sweet way. I walked over to where he was sitting on the couch. He went to pull me into a kiss, but I dropped to my knees instead and started unbottoning his jeans. I then noticed the tight fabric across my penis getting tighter as my excitment grew.
And he was doing the same. Under his jeans he was wearing a tight pair of briefs, and it wasn't tough to tell he was happy about my roving hands. His cock was raging against the fabric and I engulfed it with my mouth, breating hot air on him and tasting the wet spot at the tip. He breathed loudly as I broght the waistband down over his crotch, his penis flopping out clusily and hitting me in the face.
I was in heaven. I licked his shaft tenderly and tasted the moist mushroom head. His cock was amazing and I told him so with my mouth. I licked and licked and finally gave into sucking his salty drops out one by one, bobbing my head in a slow motion. He was obviously pleased and moaned in pleasure. Just to egg on his moaning I stopped and looked at him
"Oh, I love sucking your cock. I wanna suck it forever."
It was my first time but I didn't mind being sort of slutty about it. I had just found out how awesome it was to suck a dick.
Pretty soon it was too much for Greg and he stopped me. He sat up kissed my mouth and savored the sticky pre-cum in my mouth and on my face, as I had at several points rubbed his prick all over my cheeks and lips. His hands wandered around to my waist where he felt me up, lingering over the lacey panties, slipping his fingers under the elastic.
I felt it was time to pose for Greg, because I hadn't gotten what I came for yet. I sat up on the couch next to him and turned my back on him.
"I really need your attention," I whispered. I leaned over and put my pantied ass in the air to tease him.
Soon he was pressing his face into my ass and I was loving it, knowing he was basking in my ass and the musky-sweet smell of his wife. He jerked them down and started eating me. His wet tongue felt so good at first I thought I would cry, but I let out a little moan and whimper instead. He was licking me hard and I was pushing my ass right back in his face, dying to feel his tongue deeper in me. I could tell I was sopping back there when he stopped. And then I knew what was finally going to happen.
He teased me with it at first. He slid his shaft between my cheeks and rubbed my aching, wet, pink spot with it. He rubbed me over and over again there until finally I started whining.
"Oh, please just put it in me, just please just stick me with it Greg. I need to be fucked so bad!"
He was having fun with it and made me beg.
"So you want to get fucked in your pretty panties, huh? Wanna get pumped like a girl?"
I had no patience for this and almost screamed.
"YES. GOD YES FUCK ME. OH BABY STICK YOUR COCK IN ME!"
And then I could feel that pressure for the first time. It hurt like crazy but I pushed back and felt him easing into me. I was ecstatic. Panties around my knees, a sweet feminine night shirt around me and dangling open, and a hard cock making its way inside me. Finally he was completely inside of me and I was moaning loudly and breathing with whimpers. I could feel his thick curly hair tickling my ass as he grinded into me for the first time. It was so intense I could feel my eyes welling up.
Soon he was slowly pumping me with his cock. I just fell on the arm of the couch in a haze as he entered me again and again, making so much noise with my grunts and yells for pleasure I thought the whole street could hear me. Finally Greg began fiddling with my own cock, though I'd been so entranced with his that I didn't mind the lack of attention. With each time he slid into me he stroked me and it wasn't more than a minute before I'd filled his hand and splattered his couch with my cum, my cries getting even louder as some of it ran down my leg.
His hand slick with my semen he pulled out of me to finsh me off. His gooey hand guided me to my back and I was glowing and lapping up all of this. I took a long gaze at his throbbing penis as he spread my legs and aimed again to split me in two. I let out another loud gasp as he picked up the pace again and began jamming his way home to. We smiled at each other as he fucked me. I encouraged him to finish and begged him to cum, then I got a little lost in the moment. The TV was still on, our beers were half empty and getting warm, candles he'd lit earlier were almost out, his wife's sexy panties were still hooked on my leg and sticky with my cum, and Greg was pumping me so hard now I was just drunk on his unbelievable cock. When he finally finished he spurted once inside of me and the pulled out of me so he could shower my chest with his warm juice. Streams of it hit me and ran down to my waist. I never knew a man could come so much. I just sat there breathing hard, and finally licked the last drops from his softening rod.
But I needed just a little something more. I stood up dazed and walked outside, pulling the panties back around my warmly fucked ass. I lay on top of a table on his deck and motioned for him to come out with me. He slowly, drukenly made his way outside and stood next to me. I reached over and fingered his penis and looked at him.
"What it is it?" he asked.
"Finish me here in the moonlight, Greg. I want you to soak me."
He looked puzzled for a moment but then he smiled that sly smile, paused for a moment, and I breathed deeply. I kept ticking the tip of his prick with a finger until I felt a warm trickle, and then the thin stream hit my neck as he began to empty himself. He sighed, running the stream over my stomach, soaking my waist and panties and moved back up my chest as I lay there, letting my own stream go, feeling the puddle grow under my legs as it ran off the table, staring at the moon.