Hi - My name is Marty. I'm a 48 year-old happily married man, with four lovely children and 2 beautiful grandbabies. I think of myself as being essentially a straight man. A straight man that, in this life, had one encounter with someone of the same sex back in 1975 when he himself was nineteen. Hence, the self-stated opinion of being heterosexual -- Straight, but not narrow. I'm here today to relate to you the circumstances of that encounter - an encounter that I still must say was some of the hottest and most memorable sex I've ever had.
My sex partner's name was Steve; he was a year or two older than I was and was what you'd term today as a "geek". He was built OK, maybe a little soft from too many beers and a cushy job working on pinball machines. He also had as I was to find out later, a nice cock, and a wonderfully talented mouth and tongue.
I myself was a "longhair", and had what some would call the "hood" look, long hair, blue-jean jacket, tight levis etc., nicely built if I say so myself, very little body hair, except for furry legs, a slightly above average cut cock, and as I was often told by the chicks, a nice ass. It was near hairless and I have the Indian in me to thank for that.
Without a lot of exposition, let's just say that Steve was hanging around with a smokin' work buddy of mine named Bruce. In our circle of friends, there existed multiple groups of friends, and it so happened that some of these overlapped all the time. While I never did, one set of these friends, of which Steve and Bruce were a part, hung out at a bowling alley in a shopping center called Park Plaza in northern Little Rock around 1975-78. I myself had my roofing job (working with Bruce), and my own goal of getting high as often as possible, and getting laid every time the opportunity presented itself.
Anyway, I met Steve through Bruce while they were working on a project of building their own hi-fi speakers during Bruce's off-time - big speakers too, though I don't really remember measurements.
Steve and Bruce had an unusual relationship. From what I could tell, at the time Steve had a big "crush" on Bruce, and it showed. In the '70s, it was quite possible for a guy to have a "crush" on another guy, and it not be sexual. Bruce and I didn't know for sure whether Steve was gay or not, and the subject didn't really come up much in conversation. Steve was always making comments about Bruce's and my physical builds, and Bruce's tan-line - especially the tan line. The thing I remember best was when he'd say that in case of a power failure he'd never need a flashlight - all he would need would be Bruce's glow-in-the-dark buns, but hey this story isn't about Bruce. I learned later that Steve's "love" for Bruce always remained unrequited.
One day, a situation came up, I don't remember exactly how, but Steve and Bruce had come over to the house for some reason, and during the process met my parents. We all got toasted on beer and unbeknownst to my parents - high as well. Incidentally, my parents were cool, but not THAT cool. The time came when Bruce had to take off as it was late, and Steve was going to stay the night, also 'cause it was so late. He didn't even call his mom to check in, but as I was told later on, that's another story -- a sad one.
Steve and I were both severely wasted as I shut my bedroom door. I had a queen size bed, and nothing was thought of the two of us bunking together for the night. I shucked my shorts and underwear to shit, shave, shampoo, and shower for bed. I always slept in the in the nude and tonight wasn't going to be any different. It's funny, Steve became visibly embarrassed as I trucked nude across the floor to my bathroom, while all the time, I'm jokingly warning him not to look at my ass or even think about my dick.
When I came out, Steve was already undressed and under the covers and lying there with his eyes closed or at least partially closed. (Later I came to feel that he watched me coming back to bed to get a good glimpse).
I have no idea what time of night it was when we finally tried to go to sleep, but during that "twilight" of oncoming sleep, I felt Steve kinda snuggle up to me. There was a fair amount of skin contact, his chest to my shoulder blades, and knees to the back of my thighs, barely touching my ass, which in my present state, I didn't mind at all. It felt good to have someone beside me. I don't quite understand it, I guess it was my age and the circumstances, but I immediately got a hardon, and involuntarily uttered the quietest moan. Almost instantly, Steve's hand was on my cock - just feeling about, no jacking or overtly physical motions, just feeling about.
Well, here I am: I'm nineteen, I'm in my bed, I have a hardon, and someone is diddling with my cock. With the situation being what it was, my sexuality was not important - that feeling was. I rotated onto my back to give Steve full access. I suppose this frightened him just a bit, 'cause he stopped and after a really pregnant pause, I actually had to grab his hand and put it back on my cock for him to continue.
At this moment, Steve stumbled upon his courage and took charge. The covers flew off, and his body flipped positions - his hard cock was inches from my face and his head and wonderful hands were at my middle. As a side note, contrary to popular beliefs, girls do not LOVE to suck cock nearly as much as we wish they did. At that age, I'd had girls "dabble" at giving me head, make a funny look as if disgusted, and then continue half-heartedly as if it was a "have-to" task - not with much relish, and certainly not to the completion that so many guys brag or fantasized about.
This said, I need to tell you that I was totally unprepared for the sheer, overwhelming pleasure that hit me when Steve just sucked hard into his mouth the first four inches of my seven inch cock in one fell swoop. And I mean he was good at it, full pressure (or suction), from all sides. Then he went further and I actually felt the raw powerful pleasure of him deep-throating my entire cock - that is until he had to breathe, but after that formality, he was down again, with my balls knocking on his nose. Repeatedly, over and over, I was in heaven - nothing I'd experienced up to now in my life ever matched these physical sensations.
What happened next went by very fast, but I distinctly remember that I wasn't grossed-out or anything -- I was lying there, marveling at what I was feeling, and then I realized Steve's cock was in my mouth, and I was sucking him off. I don't remember the conscience decision, but there I was nonetheless. It didn't stink or really even have a taste for that matter. There was nothing in my skills to match what he was doing to me, but he obviously liked this treat, and became even more intent on devouring my cock to the root, incessantly over and over. After some time, I have no reference so I cannot really say; he pulled my cock out of his mouth, split my legs, and had his head and arms between my legs, with his hands on my ass. The pleasure stopped for an instant, and ever so briefly I became concerned as to what was going to happen next. Like lightening, his hands spread my ass, and I felt for the first time in my life cool air on my rosebud (maybe he was blowing on it?), with his fingers doing a dance around it. Then it hit me, a sensation that made the blow-job seem like a walk in the proverbial park. He'd stuck his tongue out, and licked me hard from my perineum to the top of my asscrack like a fucking ice cream cone - again and again. I shuddered and found myself really going after his cock -- amateurishly at that. Then quickly his mouth was on my asshole, with his tongue trying to get in. I moaned out loud, still with his cock in my mouth, and I felt him try to dig even deeper. Nothing in my experience had prepared me for what I was feeling now - sensations like tiny "cums", over and over -- he'd found an erogenous zone on my body that I had no idea existed.
I can't tell you what I was enjoying more - the feeling of Steve's cock in my mouth or what HIS mouth was doing to my ass. GOD! He was SOOO into it - suction, tongue dive, suction, finger-spread, tongue dive deeper - it was incredible. I swear he grunted something like he was going to FUCK ME with his tongue.
I moaned again, and suddenly Steve is CUMMING in my mouth! I was grossed-out for a sec, but laying there with a guy's dick in your mouth, it's a little late for complaints. This was my least favorite experience of the night. I'd tasted my own cum before and was unimpressed -- Steve's wasn't much better. He quickly bucked me off his dick and continued his tongue-rape of my ass. I assumed that he was the sensitive-after-cum type.
At the same time I thought that there was no way Steve was cumming because of the lousy blowjob I was giving him - then it hit me - he was so into what he was doing, so intent, so determined, that he busted a Nut in the process! No jacking, no manipulation, just my mostly-motionless mouth, and POW! I was impressed! Even in the throes of eating hot pussy, I'd never actually gotten off in the middle of it.
That shocked me a bit -- I mean my Nuts had always come (no pun intended) as a result of simple in-outs or up-downs, nothing fancy, and certainly nothing like this.
After he had cum, Steve slowed down very slightly, and slowly but surely, and by this time, easily slipped two fingers up my ass - DEEP into my ass. His fingers then hit something that I'd only felt during a physical before - and it felt really weird at those times, like I was gonna piss. This time was very different; instead it felt like a very strong, burning, deeply and wonderfully motivating urge to cum and cum HARD.
I reached under Steve's heaving chest to get at my cock to enhance the overwhelming sensations I was feeling in my ass, and like a flash, while still finger-fucking my ass, Steve backed up and rooted my cock into his throat, effortlessly pushing my hand out of the way. I know the first contraction of the biggest cum I'd ever experienced sent a large gob of cum right down his throat.
I was in heaven, but noticed he'd backed off of my cock to about the head and half. I could feel the cum pulsing out of my dick into his mouth, onto his tongue, which was just a flutter around my cockhead. Salvo after salvo of cum was shooting out of my cock and I'm telling you he was making "yummy" sounds each time. That just added to my pleasure.
I myself am NOT one of those overly-sensitive types after I cum, so decided that I'd give him about a year to quit what he was doing.
On the other end however, Steve knew instinctively without prompting from me to remove his fingers from my now, apparently tender ass. He stayed on my cock though, very slowly going up and down on it, milking it for everything he could get. After a couple of minutes of this, my cock began to respond again - not nearly as hyper this time but nonetheless no less exciting and even more intense. Steve then ducked down again and sucked my balls into his mouth, alternating for a time - another sensational sensation.
You ever notice that on the 2nd cum following a very long buildup to the first, it's like the first time didn't really quite get it all. The sensations from my dick now were sharper, deeper this time. It's like it was even MORE fulfilling - I could feel my scrotum move almost an inch with each cum'ing motion.
Then it was over.
Steve reversed his position, and his head was once more right next to mine, he smiled at me and then looked up. We said nothing for at least a minute.
I broke the silence: "WOW!"
Steve's response was just as simple: "Yea, WOW!"
Next thing I knew, it was morning. The clock said slightly after 10AM, and I felt great. I looked over at my bed partner - he had his back to me, but I could tell he was awake. I said "morning", he said "morning". I said "Let's go get some breakfast", and he and I went to the kitchen, found my mom, who'd already up for awhile, and conned her into making us a big breakfast.
Steve and I never talked about our experiences, but I can assure you, there was always heartfelt affection when we interacted then and later on. We fell out of contact for whatever reason, and our lives went on. Maybe I was a "conquest" to him, and once achieved, he went onto other things.
I wanted to write about this and in a way relive that wonderful night. I realize now that at the time, we never kissed -- and now I wonder why-it woulda been hot.
I've never had the desire for any other male sex, though I do wonder what my life would have been like had he and I not drifted apart.
This'll probably be my only submission to Nifty, but hey, I'd love to hear what you think. Email me @ Timeframesm@charter.net