My first was an early 40s stocky guy on the day after my 18th birthday.
As I was walking home from a superb party around 1am, a nice Riviera pulls up. "You OK? It's kinda late to be hitching..." Wait, "I wasn't hitching!" He laughs, "I'm so sorry, just a misunderstanding." Nice smile. "I thought I noticed you wave your hand. Well, take care... Unless? Do you need a ride?"
I was 2.4 sheets-to-the-wind. "Um, sure? It's not far." I get in and sniff. Hmm, the car smells familiar. "Yeah, that's my weed. Still smell it?" I nod and smile for some reason. He takes off as I give him directions and he warmly asks, "So what was the drink of choice tonight?"
Uh, what was I drinking? "I honestly don't remember, someone else was mixing tonight." What a night.
"Do you toke?"
I'm 18 in the early 70s. Of course I do. "Can't afford it. I'm still on an allowance." He nods his head subtly. "Well, we're only a couple of blocks from my house, and... I have some really good weed there." He put his right hand on top of my thigh, fingers dangling down between my legs. "I think you'd like to get high with me!"
I'd thought I was bisexual from the age of 14 but had not had sex with anyone - not for lack of trying. His hand was causing an erection that came on so quickly it was nudging his pinky in 5 seconds. I was so excited, I mistook it for terror at first.
He moved his hand over the head and squeezed once. "I'll take that as a yes."
I'd never felt like this before. My emotions escalated as he pulled into his garage, my leg shaking uncontrollably. I had to focus some energy just to open my door.
"Follow me."
His living room had two facing loveseats with an old, large and heavy oak coffee table with a cool top. It was glass and the entire subsurface was covered in nudes of all genders and colors. I was about to begin shaking again and sat down on a loveseat. "Wow, man! Just wow..."
He smiled and said, "Yeah. If I see something I like in my porno stash, I clip it out and add it to the table."
He sat down next to me which caused me to move just a bit. "This was the last one I nabbed from a mag," as he pointed at a very pale redhead without a hair below her neck. Nice. "This was the one before that. I took that one myself..."
He was pointing at a Polaroid of someone who could be my brother. His hair was my color and looked like a haircut I'd had before. He was totally nude and displaying a rock hard 7" cock that was pointing at, and almost covering, his navel.
I was frozen. "Can I have something to drink please?"
"Sure." While has was gone, I stood and rearranged my cock to try and lower its visibility. It didn't help that I continued to look over the other 40 or so pictures. I spotted his face in one with his arm around the same kid. I looked down. His cock was average length I guess? Six inches, seven? But I'd never seen a cockhead so large. It was long, 1/3 of his total length and twice as wide as the shaft.
He sat down next to me. I took a drink as he opened a little wooden box. "Ready to get comfortable?" I then noticed that he had removed his shirt and pants, only his powder blue boxers remaining. He started packing the bowl on a rather large bong while I zeroed in on his cock head pressed against the cotton.
"You first!" He startled me. My shaky hand took the cylinder from his as he lit the match. "Don't draw, just inhale. It's better that way." I did so, filling my lungs in about 1.5 seconds. The violent cough that followed had him worried. He handed me my water. "Sorry bud, I thought you'd smoked before?"
I was totally embarrassed as I drank some more water. After a minute, I croaked, "I'm sorry... a joint... First bong," then started coughing again, though less severely.
He chuckled. "Well, now that we know, you should draw slowly." He took a hit, then passed it back to me. As I reached with my nearest hand, he said, "Use your other hand. I just want to..." As I grabbed it, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. "OK, here ya go, nice and easy."
He lit another match and held it as I slowly drew in a smaller quantity of the sweet smoke. (BTW - Weed smell back then reminded some of cooked oatmeal) As I held it in, he moved his other hand to my chest for a moment, then started undoing the buttons on my only silk disco shirt. "Much better," he murmured into my ear.
He had my shirt unbuttoned in 30 seconds. As I leaned to put the bong down, he quickly pulled my shirt out of my pants and off. "Much better," again.
Right at that moment, a huge wave of euphoria took over my body. Good weed indeed. But now I, a true novice, find myself half-naked, high and horny while sitting next to a guy my father's age. With that huge cockhead.
He then reached down and unzipped my patent leather boots, gently pushing them aside. "Weren't you going to get comfortable too?" He grabbed my hands, lifting me to stand. Whoa, standing is hard!
He reached for my belt buckle. I was overwhelmed that I was about to be naked in front of an adult for the first time. I knew what was happening but was unable and unwilling to stop this -- I had to see what happens.
He pulled my pants and boxers down together, leaving me nude with a skyward pointing hardon. I watched him as he looked at my body, starting with my face.
After a warm smile, he started his descent, pausing occasionally to either sniff or lick my skin. When he reached my pubic hair, he ran his hand through it, grabbing and shifting my cock's position by hair-power alone. I smiled at this and he did as well.
"Sit and get comfy. We're only warming up so let's hit it again!" I firmly agreed at this point.
We smoked another bowlful then collapsed back into the loveseat. I had never been this high in my 18 years, and it kept expanding as my senses became fuzzy. I looked down and saw his cock sticking out of his boxers.
Where I got the moxie from I'll never know. "I've never seen one in real life," I said as I nodded at his erection. "Other than mine, of course." He smiled again, then took my hand and moved it to his waistband. Together, we pulled his boxers down and away.
We sat back silently, both of us staring at his incredible cock. It was leaking precum to the extent that the entire head and some of the shaft were covered. I wanted to touch it in the worst way but could not bring myself to do so.
"Have you ever had sex with someone?" I looked at him for a moment, then looked back at his cock, shaking my head no.
In a brief moment of sobriety, I blurted out, "It's really late and I think I should get going." What the hell -- why did I say that? I turned and looked down. The traitor between my legs was saluting, covered in precum and throbbing.
He put his hand on my thigh as he did earlier, but up against my balls. "Gosh, you right! Geez... Time flies, huh? He paused. "But before you head out, let me do something awesome for you." He reached for my hands again, moving me to stand in front of him. He leaned in and put his face up against my cock and balls. Oh my god! He nuzzled in a bit, then licked up the shaft, sliding his tongue off at the tip. "How's that feel?"
I had about 4 seconds. "I'm going to come. Unh.. I'm going to come right now!" I shouted.
He grabbed the bottom of my shaft, squeezing while taking half my cock into his mouth. Then he dropped his hand and started sliding his mouth up and down over the head. Wham! The most incredible orgasm of my life, beyond description. I'd never felt this before. I guess the weed may have exaggerated the intensity but good lord, it was amazing.
A few blissful minutes passed before I realized I was collapsed face down on the loveseat. He was seated on the edge, his knees pointed towards my face. He was lightly rubbing my lower back, making circles larger and larger until he reached my butt crease. Then he moved his hand down, making the same circles until he reached the middle of my cheeks. Then one finger started making circles between my cheeks. This was new, of course, and incredibly intense. As he wiggled his finger deeper, my body betrayed me once again as my ass began to slightly rise to meet his thrust.
That must have been the sign he was waiting for. He knelt on the floor then reached up with both hands, pulling apart my lily-white butt. Leaning in, he blew warm air across my asshole, causing me to squirm.
He reached up, touching my face. "I can't tell if you're liking this or not? Do you want to try more?" I couldn't say the words, just offering a small nod of my head. "You'll love this," he said as his hands returned to my butt.
One cheek pulled aside, he began running a fingertip down to my balls and cock then up and over my asshole. After the fourth trip, his finger lingered right on my rosebud as his other hand's fingers rotated up to pull apart both cheeks. His finger felt wet. My precum? Must be as I'm so hard!
