My Stroemaster

The first man I ever loved was a very unlikely candidate. The way I met him was equally improbable. While future stories involving him are almost certainly exaggerations concocted to excite my cerebral spank cortex, everything here is as true to fact as my memory can faithfully reproduce.

In the early days of 2002, I was new to New York City and my main crew was a friend who had preceded me from Boston (Michael) and his new husband (Adam). Together they possessed the most beautiful and contagious spirit of liberated openness towards life and sexuality as you can imagine, and it was exactly the kind of energy my 22 year old self needed to draw myself out of the shell of my conservative upbringing. Forgive my corniness, I'm a corny guy with his heart on his sleeve. Love it or leave it- it only gets worse.

One night while hanging out in Adam and Mike's apartment Adam broached the topic of a new friend of theirs they had met online. "There's this guy me and Mike have seen a couple times now-" but then Michael shot him a glare that said

don't bring this up please, I'd rather it remained private

. He has very articulate glares.

"What?" I asked. You can't start a story and then cut it off once it's clear that it's a good one. Or an embarrassing one.

"Aw, Mikes embarrassed because we me him online. I thought it was one of the hottest encounters I've ever had. Come on mike, let's tell him."

Exasperated, Mike threw his hands up. "Well of course we have to tell him now!" But I could see a new glimmer in his eye- he had found himself moved by an erotic charge off the memory of the encounter.

"Okay so there's this dude in upper Chelsea- Asian dude, older but completely decent looking, like normal looking. He has one thing that he's completely into- he loves milking guys. He gives amazing hand jobs."

My proverbial antennae piqued.

"You've never had anything like this. He stays completely dressed, it's not like you have to do him back. He just gets off on the control of having a naked stud prone and exposed and getting him really closed to the edge of orgasm, but keeping him there as long as possible. Mike loved it." Michael was blushing, but I was popping some serious wood at the thought of my old friend laying back and receiving a long, slow stroke job. The way I know Michael is that a few years previous I had hooked up with him- we had a great time and he became one of those sexual encounters that stuck around as a close friend. I can tell you with authority that his equipment is nothing short of glorious.

"So he jerked you off? Together?" As turned on as I was, the question was driven more by the curious logistics of such a feat.

"No. The second time I met him he just did Mike while I watched." By now my arousal was intense enough that I had to adjust the rising bulge in my jeans. It did not go unnoticed.

"You think that's hot?" Adam asked with a gleam in his eye that told me this had been a trap all along. "I talked to a couple guys about it but they didn't get it."

I told him I did, I definitely did. In those days I wasn't really able to articulate why, that my particular mental g-spot came from enjoying a sense of powerlessness, of being on display, of presenting the goods to any and all who cared to enjoy the view and tantalize with a slow and gentle caress. For me it was about powerlessness, not ego. I didn't enjoy the idea of inflicting my nudity on anyone who didn't want to see it- I never understood the appeal of public flashing and the like. It was the willing audience I secretly fantasized about, and no wonder: the very vulnerability that fueled this link of mine would make any adversarial friction devastating. But I was 22 and still feeling my way towards ownership of my sexuality, so as it was I was proud of myself when I directly blurted out: "I want to try it. Can you mention me to him?"

He shared a knowing laugh with Mike and said, "We knew it. We thought you'd be perfect for him. You're exactly his type too. We already told him we knew a guy who's be right up his alley. Hold on, let me see if he's online...."

Adam got up to check the computer in the bed room as my mind reeled. It was my first taste of true vulnerability- somehow my close friends fingered me for this sort of situation despite the almost paranoid privacy I thought I'd maintained. It didn't seem normal, most gay guys I knew sought a very direct transaction of top, bottom, or both. Some older guys I knew were more orally fixated. But I had never really gotten much out of anal sex, or at least at that stage hadn't had much opportunity to explore it with guys I was seriously attracted to- provisional butt sex out of loneliness or a need to relieve some blue balls never had any appeal. As for the cock sucking masters, they were a better fit but my dickhead sensitivity seemed to require the sort of variable pressure that only a hand could deliver. As for the being naked and vulnerable bit, which is where it was really at for me- I can never be sure where that came from but I feared being ostracized by caddy queens for it.

"Why did you guys think of me for this?" I asked Mike nervously.

"We saw your profile online, silly." I was busted. I'd had created a profile on a hookup site- I think everyone was on manhunt in those days- where I talked about my fantasies of stripping and showing off naked for the viewing pleasure of others. I thought I'd disguised myself well enough in the few pictures I'd shared but apparently not. "Adam saw it and was half out of his mind. I'd never seen him so turned on by a profile. He was all over you for a couple weeks when he started to piece 2 and 2 together that the headless pic you use was our Joe." Our joe. He was always sweet like that.

Adam came back into the living room. "He's not online but I left him an email to call if he wants to meet you tonight." I was completely floored by the prospect of being stripped and edged while my two buds watched. At least I hoped they would watch- it didn't make sense that they would be setting this up if they wouldn't. Maybe one of them would be edged along with me.... I was less sure of how appealing that would be. Mike had a great set of cock and balls, world class. To be honest, it was like a darker twin to my own.

"The first time I met him he had this hot muscle boy all tied up naked when I got there. He edged him to the brink of orgasm and then backed off and asked if I wanted to try. This dude was seriously stacked but he was blindfolded and had headphones on- he didn't even know I was there until I grabbed the base of his shaft. He was hard to start with but then he jumped a little, and his beer can cock was pulsing in my hand. I could feel his heart beat."

I thought I was going to cum in my pants right there. Then his phone rang. "Yeah he's still here.... Okay sure.... Great, see you in about 20 minutes." He hung up and said, "Come on let's go."

It wasn't very far to walk. We arrived at his address in Chelsea far sooner than the 20 minutes promised, having been pretty motivated to get a move on. We rang his bell and were buzzed inside, where we took the elevator to his penthouse. "Wait until you see his place. I've never seen anything like it."

There was a man to meet us, a smallish Asian man who was effusively friendly. Right away I could tell he was excited that I was there. He was meticulously groomed, dressed a little north of casual. He introduced himself as Andrew. As he led us out of the elevator alcove I was stunned by the sheer enormity of his penthouse. The lighting was dark but dramatic, even theatrical, and the furniture was like an endless showroom of Asian antiques- the furniture seemed so foreign and exotic to me. The environment definitely established a sense of dominance that I didn't understand even as I began to be intoxicated by it. Even today I can't really describe it.

He led us through the cavernous loft to an area with a traditional bed and couch. We made idle chit chat for a couple minutes and then Adam said, "Mike says Joe's cock is pretty similar to his-"

"Bigger balls though," Mike interjected. "The balls are really something."

The gentleman went wide eyed and looked at me dead-on. "Yeah? And you are circumcised?"

"He is," Mile said as I laughed amusedly.

"I haven't seen it before," said Adam. "Show him to us."

Andrew had me stand in front of the bed and face the couch where my two friends sat wide-eyed. "Take off your shirt and your shoes." They were gone in an instant. Andrew smiled approvingly, feeling my toned pecs as Adam sat with his mouth agape. I never thought I was especially muscular in those days, though when I look back now I can see I wasn't giving myself enough credit.

"Put your hands up and hold onto the bar," Andrew directed me, referencing a beam that rested an arm length above my head between two bed posts. I did so, finding convenient iron handles to grasp on to. "Now don't let go," he admonished me, suddenly possessed of a stern authority that seemed miles from the cheerful man who had met us minutes ago. "If you let go, I will have to tie your hands." This made me nervous, but I had two trustworthy friends with me.

"I don't mind being tied," I volunteered. The announcement was met with a playful boyish smile across Andrews face.

"I like this one!" he said to my friends, making me suspect I wasn't the first referral. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from under the bed and had my wrists bound to the rafter.

Slowly he moved his hands over my body, gently southward as he commented on my musculature to my friends who approvingly took in the anticipation. He slid his hand down my pant, brushing his fingers against the base of my cock but not yet grasping the shaft. "Let's get these pants off."

They dropped to the floor and I stood in my whit CK briefs, my throbbing hard cock tenting the thin fabric and turning translucent over my cockhead where precum was beginning to soak the cotton. I couldn't believe my luck, that I was bound and helpless as this man demonstrated a hands-on exploration of my body, that any minute these three would be looking at my dick, I loved the embarrassment of it.

Down went the briefs, catching my cock on the way down and making it slap against my lower abs on the way back up. Usually when hard it pointed directly outwards a good 8 inches, but tonight it pointed directly up, coming about even with my belly button. My two friends smiled as big a smile as I'd ever seen on them as Andrew stepped back to take it all in.

"Wow." I was embarrassed but proud, and never had I been so turned on.

Andrew approached me again and slowly massaged me all over, avoiding my cock as it craved the attention of his obviously expert hands. For now it was content, proudly meeting the stare of my friends seated on the couch. It began to pulse and throb, visibly jumping up and down. "Holy shit," Adam said. "I know, right?" Mike answered. I blushed and made my cock bob some more.

Andrew finally grasped my cockhead, driving me crazy with the slick wet and methodical rubbing motion over the head and just the head. I gasped as he quickened the motion, the slowed, altering pressure between soft and almost severe. I was in heaven. Then he stopped massaging the dick head, grabbing the base of my shaft and pointing it down as far as could be comfortably accomplished. "Look at Joe's cock," he told them. "Look how meaty the head is. Look at it throb."

Mike leaned over and turned on a lamp beside the couch. "Those balls are amazing." I never really hot the appeal of my balls, but the were more than ample and hung low. That my friends were turned on studying them made me hot as fuck.

Andrew began pumping my cock and I began thrusting into his hand. "Look how his abs flex," Adam said. "Can I feel?"

"Yes, come up and put your hand over his lower abs," Andrew answered for me. "Michael, you come up and feel how his butt flexes as he thrusts." I was in heaven.

It carried on that way for several minutes, with and carefully modulating the thrust and pressure and geometry of my cock pumps. When I thought I would explode, he abruptly let go and stepped away. Precum drooled down almost to my knee. "That's beautiful, Joe," Adam said to me.

"Clean that precum up," Andrew told him a moment later. "But touch only his dick head. Don't grasp his shaft." Adam did as he was told, taking a few moment to feel the fullness of my throbbing head in the palm of his hand while Michael continued kneeling my muscular butt. "Let go. He needs to calm down a minute."

To be continued...