First Gay Encounter

Before we got married, my wife and I were hookup friends. The sex was free, uninhibited, fun, and dirty. No strings attached, no hurt feelings if one of us played with someone else. One night in bed, she asked me to tell her my biggest sexual secret while we had mutual masturbation. (We've always loved watching each other masturbate.) I took a deep breath and shared a story I'd never told anyone. It was an experience that made me feel turned on, guilty, and shameful. I shared the most intense experience I'd had up to that time. This is the true story I shared with my wife that night. You see, several years before she and I met, I drunkenly hooked up with another man.

PART 1 - HOOKUP

He and I were friends and drinking buddies, but one night, as he was giving me a ride home from the bar, I had a sudden urge to play with his cock. The feeling came out of nowhere and was entirely new to me. It made me nervous, but the booze made me bold. I asked him if he'd ever played with another man, and a thrill shot through me when he admitted he had.

"Why do you ask," he wanted to know while he continued to drive.

"I was just wondering what it's like. You know, to give a blowjob." My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, and my cock was rock hard, but I pushed on. I loved the rush of flirting with something so taboo. "I wonder what it feels like to have a hard cock in my mouth. Do you think that's weird or makes me gay or something?"

"No, it makes you a normal guy. And don't worry, I don't judge. And I'm good at keeping secrets." He paused, not speaking as we made a U-turn.

"I'm going to drive us to my place and let you give me head and lick my balls. That's what you're asking for, isn't it?"

I nodded, which he couldn't see in the dark, and reached over to feel the crotch of his jeans. Without saying anything, he lifted his hips, and I unbuttoned his pants. The zipper came down quickly enough. Suddenly I had the shaft of another man's cock in my hand. A thrill shot through me, and my heart felt like it was going to bounce out of my chest, and I could hardly breathe. While he drove, I explored him, gently palpating him from base to glans with my fingers, occasionally squeezing him hard.

Twenty minutes after I first stroked him, we were in his house, tearing each other's clothes off. He stood while I pulled down his boxers, and that beautiful cock announced itself by gracing my lips with its swollen, purple head. He was about 7 inches and straight as an arrow, and as I stared, I noticed his cock throbbing rapidly. Veins wrapped around the proud shaft; his rock-hard tool pointed to the ceiling. My 6 inches were like granite. Pre cum slid out of me, but I didn't notice, being purely focused on that breathtaking penis before me. It pulsed with his heart, fast. The different shades of pink to purple... how could I be so hungry for that cock and never have felt even a twinge of this before?

He didn't say a word. He just smiled down at me and gently stroked my hair while guiding my hungry mouth to his cock. My tongue flicked out, and I had my first taste of another man. Incredible! My friend immediately produced a large dollop of clear semen, which I licked reflexively. A thin, stringy filament of salty precum connected us. Without knowing what I was doing, I just jammed my mouth over him and started bobbing my head up and down.

I never knew a cock could be more solid than oak, yet the flesh was also spongy. My left hand massaged my friend's round, hairy balls; my right hand was sliding up and down the shaft in a twisting motion. I was just doing what I saw in porn. Slowing down, I found a rhythm of hand movement, touching like a feather, while I softly, gently sucked the head. Glorious! I wasn't sucking his cock, I was worshipping.

In those 15 minutes on my knees, I discovered that 1. edging was instinctual and 2. I love giving blowjobs.

His hot load in my mouth was a surprise at first, and I choked a little, but I kept bobbing my head and sucking him throughout his orgasm. Sperm spilled from my lips, and still, he bucked into me. His orgasm lasted forever. I lost count of how many times I felt him throb, followed by a moan and another squirt. As he gave me my salty, hot reward and filled my mouth, I almost came myself, too. My brain finally connected the pulsating cock in my mouth with the massive load, and at that moment, I didn't want to stop. He proved me wrong when I thought nothing could surprise me after this.

After a few minutes, my buddy pulled his semi-hard cock out of my mouth, now too sensitive to tolerate any more stimulation. He lay down and pulled me down next to him. Massaging my aching, throbbing cock, and said roughly, "Fuck me," and rolled onto his back.

My inquisitive finger easily slid into his tight, hairy asshole. (This was 1989; everyone was still hairy back then.) I slid in and out, and he moaned, again demanding I fuck him. With his hand, he aimed my prick and said, "OK, that's the spot. Go. I tried to enter slowly because I wanted this to last all night. I couldn't believe it-I was fucking another man, I had the taste of semen in my mouth, and I was LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT! I still don't know why that switch flipped for me that day, but I'm glad it did.

My painfully hard penis slid easily to the hilt. All that semen that spilled from my mouth covered his balls and ass; sperm is a fantastic lubricant. Slowly, I slid almost all the way out, then slowly in. My friend rolled onto his side with one leg raised. I couldn't understand anything except how natural it felt, fucking the man I usually drank with. I started moving faster and was amazed when another glob of cum oozed out of his cock. As I picked up speed, I also held him in place tighter and tighter. His moans were getting louder, and he whispered over and over that he wanted me to cum. I was in control, supremely dominant in bed for the first time in my life. I had always been the gentle lover when I slept with a woman. But this was different. I felt like a Lord, taking what I wanted, by sliding into his hot,l tight ass with full strokes. My cock was driving the bus, and that night I felt more masculine fucking my friend's ass then I had ever felt with a woman.

His body existed in that moment for my pleasure, and we both knew it. I stopped thrusting with just the head of my cock inside him, and the look in his eyes...that look begged me to fuck him even harder, to fuck him until I pumped every drop of sperm I had deep inside of him. The realization hit again that I was entirely in charge, that we were going to fuck how I wanted to fuck; I would explode inside him when I wanted to, not when he asked me.

"Roll over. Up on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you from behind," I instructed. He did as I asked (as he was told). I had him by the hips, and he had his face down on the bed. I had another task for him.

"Reach back underneath and stroke my balls. I want them in your hand when I cum." Again, he obliged immediately.

That was all it took to make me melt into the strongest and longest orgasm of my life. It seemed my balls had an endless supply for him. The soul-shattering blast of pure pleasure was transcendent, refined, and so strong it gave me a nosebleed; I kid you not. We didn't speak for the rest of the night. I was in a fugue, floating in a fog of bliss, and that's how I drifted off.

God, I had never been so turned on! My friend just gushed a gallon of hot sperm into my mouth, and now I was pumping twice as much back into him.

We never repeated the experience, and in the morning, I felt guilty, dirty and shameful. However, I found myself occasionally drawn back by that memory, getting turned on but also disgusted with myself as I sucked my lip and jerked a load from my balls.

That's the story I told Suz that night. I feared she'd judge or think less of me as a man. But she didn't. When I finished telling her the tale, she came from her aggressive fingers, and I came in my hand, spurting all over my chest. After that, she would ask me to tell her "That guy story" periodically while she used her clit sucker toy. Occasionally we watched gay porn, each describing what we found so hot about it. I loved the blowjobs, they reminded me of my experience, and watching it on screen, I could again feel the hard, hot cock in my mouth. She likes gay porn because "the orgasms aren't fake like straight porn." Solid point.

The best part about sharing my story with my wife was that the guilt I felt about being "dirty" vanished. As I continue to share my tale with her (and now, you), sex with another man seems perfectly natural and incredibly hot.

In fact ...

PART 2 to come...