This is a totally true story as much as I can remember it. Although it happened more than 20 years ago it still excites me to think and write of it.
I had learnt the pleasures of masturbation early and had incorporated it into my daily life. Every night in bed I would jerk off and also find opportunities during the day to do so too. The more risky the situation the more exciting it was. I loved to experiment so while my right hand was working my erection my left hand would be touching other places. I learnt that putting pressure on and around my butt heightened my orgasm and a natural progression was to push fingers inside my arse while jerking off. I loved it all and began looking for other objects to fuck myself with while I jacked off. Of course a natural projection of this was that I began to wonder what it would be like to have a mans cock inside me, fucking me. I had begun my arse play I guess at around age 13 and by the time I was 17 I had nearly worked up the courage to look to have sex with a guy. By this time I had had sex with a number of women, I had also entered some of them anally at times. I knew it was uncomfortable for them when they weren't prepared but became pleasurable as their bodies learned to accept me. I did not think anal sex would be too uncomfortable for me as I had been inserting objects in myself regularly for a long time.
My boldness grew and eventually I placed an advert in the newspaper, something along the lines of "Young gay guy seeks another for sexual meetings". I had been looking at men for a long time but discovered that I did not find them attractive in any way. I was not interested in gaining a boyfriend; my attraction to men was solely about what was in their pants. I did not have a preconceived idea about what a guy should look like, almost any look would do as long as he had a hard penis and a desire to fuck me. So my advert was placed and I received a number of replies. It was a bit scary but exciting too. Some of the replies were weird to me, men wanting things that I could not quite relate to. One guy had some thing about gumboots, another I recall wanted to cane me. But one response eventually caught my eye, it went something like this; "I would like to do whatever you want to do. Come to lot 56 at the Addington Motor camp 8pm this Friday. I will be waiting"
I had a few days until Friday to build up some courage and I found myself driving past the Motor Camp often over this time. I had seen a caravan and a car at the site and guessed whoever lived there had a permanent site. The day drew nearer and my anxiousness grew, I did not know if I would go through with this or not. But the time came and I became almost robotic. I showered and cleaned myself thoroughly inside and out. I got into my car and drove to the place. I parked a ways away and smoked a cigarette battling with myself whether I could do this or not. In the end, my stomach knotted tight, I got out of my car and walked to the caravan.
I knocked on the door, ready to flee at the slightest moment but remained standing there as a guy answered. I should say at this point that I am a tall slim guy, quite fit at the time and hairy. The man that answered the door was much shorter, perhaps in his late 30's and stocky bordering on fat, quite the opposite of me. We exchanged names and I was invited in. Inside there were two single beds and a table between. We sat opposite each other across the table and nervous small talk ensued. He was a bit nervous too but I know I was petrified. In the end he suggested we played cards and I agreed. We played cards for a while and slowly began to loosen up a little. I was having trouble looking at this guy directly and just taking quick glances. He was not attractive to me at all, almost repulsive in fact but that did not matter, I was here for something other than his looks.
We played a few games before he asked if he could sit beside me. I agreed and things happened quickly from there. I found that when his arm went about me all my inhibitions disappeared and soon we were hugging and touching each other everywhere. I did not want to kiss lips and avoided that, it has not been until many years later that I have learned to enjoy kissing a man. But for now we hugged and touched and slowly my clothing began to disappear. Soon I was sitting there totally naked, my cock was hard and large as he fondled it. Soon he was bent over and I looked down at the first man to take my cock into his mouth. I have always liked that someone wanted to take me in their mouth but have very rarely cum from the experience. This time was no different, I enjoyed it but knew I wasn't going to cum this way.
After a period I began to tug at his clothes and he took the hint. He stood and undressed as quickly as he could. I just sat there naked and hard waiting to get my first look at another mans aroused penis. I remember being disappointed at the size, very hard and straight but a lot smaller than me. I pulled him to me and we flopped back on the bed. He was much heavier than I was and I remember feeling powerless beneath his bulk firmly lodged between my parted thighs and covering my upper body. He was also much more powerful than I was and I knew that he could do anything to me now and nothing I could do would prevent it. This excited me and so our two hard cocks were mashed together, my arms wrapped around his bulky torso. My breath was short from the excitement and from his pressing down on me. Again I avoided kissing his lips although I knew he wanted to.
Eventually we had rolled around so I was on top of him and I began to lick my way down his body toward his straining cock. I loved the smells and the power I had at the time. His hips were thrusting up trying to close the gap between my mouth and his hardon. In the end I was there and I tasted my first cock. I loved it and began sucking with a vengeance. As I have said he was not big so I could accommodate him easily and soon he was warning me of his impending orgasm. I wanted this, I wanted his seed, I wanted a man to cum hard in my mouth and I wanted to take his load and swallow every last drop. So I did not slow down, sucked harder if anything and thrilled as his upward thrusts became more violent. He asked if he could cum in my mouth and I told him I wanted him too. I was excited when he held my head tight and began fucking my mouth roughly. There was nothing I could do now but go along for the thrilling ride. He thrust hard one last time and I felt the first shots of his orgasm hit the back of my throat. I loved it all, I loved the taste and the force of it, and I greedily took every last drop of cum into my mouth. I wanted more, I wanted him to shoot forever, and I wanted to swallow and swallow. But of course his orgasm declined and ended and he had to move my head off his now sensitive penis.
My own cock was still as rockhard as it had ever been and there had been a steady flow of precum and a nice wet patch on the bed to prove it. I moved up and lay in his arms as he came down off his orgasm. In time as his energy returned we were hugging and touching again. His cock had grown soft but mine was still demanding attention and eventually I was on my back again with him over me. I guess he wanted to return the favour for he moved down to take me into his mouth and suck me. He blew me a long time and although I was excited and hard I still knew I was not close to cumming. He rose off my cock at one point and asked me if I wanted to cum. I said that I did but that I wasn't going to from his mouth. Then he asked me if I wanted to be fucked. This was the moment I had waited for, my heartbeat thumped in my chest. My eyes drew down and I saw that he was hard again. "Yes" was all I said.
His arms went under my legs and up they came so that my knees were pressed into my chest, my butt up high. For the first time in my life I felt a persons tongue licked my butthole. Funny I hadn't thought of this act before but I loved it and moaned and groaned and begged for more. After what seemed too short a time I felt him move up my body again and his bulk and weight pressing down on me. He was too heavy for me and I was totally pinned and exposed. I loved the powerlessness of it all and my hard cock was just drooling precum continuously onto my belly. I was about to be fucked for the first time by an ugly big man. That sounds terrible but it was true and still incredibly exciting to me.
My hands moved to his hardness and guided it to my entrance. He paused just applying a little pressure and asked if I was ready. I just muttered something like "Do it, give it to me. Fuck me". My hands went to his butt and I pulled him into me as he pressed forward. Some small initial resistance but his tongue and my earlier preparations had done their job so that once the initial resistance was passed he slid all the way in. He rested a moment fully in me, I was totally pinned and helpless, my hands holding his butt trying to pull him further into me. I remember wishing his cock was bigger but I guess nothing is ever perfect. He began to fuck me and I worked with him, coaxed him with words to take me, rocking with him and pulling him with my hands. He was a heavy man and could have fucked me this way forever but what seemed all to soon I felt and heard his impending orgasm. I didn't want him to cum and I did at the same time, as I always want my lover to finish cumming deep in me. His movements got more jerky and with a grunt and a hard push he buried deep and unloaded for a second time into my body.
I have read many gay stories and it always interests me when someone writes that they feel their lover cumming, feel his semen releasing. This is not the case with me, I have only once clearly felt someone's semen hitting my insides and this just the first particularly hard shot from one encounter I had. I of course know my lover is cumming but from the rest of his body not from the actual release of his sperm. And so I did not feel his semen being pumped into but I held him tight and imagined and hoped that gallons were being shot into me.
My own cock was still fully hard and leaking all over myself. His weight pressing down on me seemed even heavier now as he slumped in post-orgasmic bliss upon me and began to get uncomfortable. I held him inside me though until he grew soft and literally fell out of me.
Once uncoupled things got a little uncomfortable and nervous between us again. I don't know why and maybe it was just me but it wasn't long before I was dressed and heading home again still with a rock hard erection. Once home I went to bed and lay legs spread enjoying the lingering smells and remembering what had happened. I stuffed three fingers inside myself feeling the hot wetness of his cum and our other fluids. I finger-fucked myself and jacked myself to a huge orgasm before drifting off to sleep.
I never repeated with that guy although he tracked me down and tried to get me to come back. I got the guilts or something and just could not bring myself to have or think about man to man sex for a few years after this first time. But the desires never truly go away and now I have succumbed to them totally. Man to man sex is now a regular part of my life.
That was my first time, I hope you enjoyed the read and that maybe some can relate to similar experiences and thoughts. I can recap other true stories if there is the interest. I'm a New Zealander and my email address is mark6464@hotmail.com