Ever since I can remember I had fantasised about touching another man's cock. I suppose I was bi-curious, mostly straight but with a definite curious streak as to what it would be like to have a cock in my hand, or in my mouth – or just to play around with. I didn't even think I was too bothered about getting anything much in return and I certainly didn't fancy kissing and cuddling with another man, although a mutual wank would probably be nice.
Now, with my wife having gone away for several weeks to college on a training course for her work and with me having just celebrated my fortieth birthday with a lonely wank, I figured it was going to be now or never.
I knew what I wanted, but I had no idea how to get it. So what I thought I needed was someone else who was bi-innocent and only cautiously curious, also preferably someone slim and just a little younger than me. I'd wondered for days where to find such a person without landing myself with a raging queen before I eventually placed an advert on an online site, stating that I was inexperienced and just looking for another bi-curious cock to fool around with on a one off meet and without taking things too far, figuring that with a bit of luck I could weed out the unsuitable ones.
Oh boy! Did I need to do some weeding? I wasn't short of replies, but most of them were from experienced gays just looking for another anal cherry to pop. Could they not read? The one thing I didn't want was a predator looking for easy meat. In fact the range of unsuitable answers truly amazed me, but I'm glad to say that among the dross was a handful of what looked like genuine replies from guys who had actually read my ad and understood what I was seeking. I managed to whittle them down until I had one reply that I thought fitted the bill and a couple more in reserve in case I was wrong about the first one. Then I got in touch with the guy who had sent that most likely reply.
He was called Aaron and he was a twenty-six years old slim built blond with very little body hair, according to his photograph anyway, and that suited me. He stated that he had wanted to try some light man on man contact for ages but had never had the nerve to follow it through. Just the sort of guy I was looking for. We emailed each other a couple of times, then chatted on Skype, and then, when we were both sure we were happy about it, we arranged to meet. He would come to mine as he still living with his folks, and then we'd have a coffee and take it from there, no obligation either way.
When I heard the doorbell ring I almost panicked. I had to stand in the hall for a few moments, swallowing hard and trying to prevent my hands from trembling too much to open the door. Fortunately the person ringing the bell was the easy going sort and just naturally put me at my ease. I hope I did the same for him.
Aaron was taller than I expected for some reason, pretty much my own height of just a fraction less than six feet, and had an open smiling face under a mop of unruly blond hair. He introduced himself with an extended hand that took mine in a firm but not over-strong grip. All in all I quickly came to the conclusion that I had picked right.
Naturally we were both a bit nervous - well, more than a bit if truth be told - but we got on well nonetheless. I made coffee and we sat and chatted for while, getting to be comfortable with each other. In fact the only difficulty we had was broaching the subject that had got us meeting in the first place. Eventually I figured it was up to me as it was my house, and so in the end I took a deep breath and grabbed the bull by the horns.
'Shall we go upstairs?' I asked straight out.
'I thought you'd never ask.' He joked, his nervousness showing in his voice.
I led the way and we climbed the stairs in silence, each of us trying to master the near panic that was suddenly afflicting us. When we got there we both stood silently and looked at the bed for a few moments, coming to terms with what we both expected to happen on it, and then by unspoken consent we both began to undress, each of glancing at the other from the corner of our eyes.
The first thing I noticed when we were both naked was that neither of us had a worthwhile erection, but as we were both breathing heavily and licking dry lips I think that had more to do with being plain scared than any lack of arousal. At least mine was half hard, although I must admit that I was as nervous as a kitten even though I felt very eager.
'Ready?' I asked, indicating for him to lie on the bed.
He nodded without speaking and then climbed on and lay down, flat on his back with his arms alongside him and looking at me rather anxiously. It was probably his nerves that helped mine, because if he had oozed self-confidence I would not have had the composure to take the lead the way I did then.
'We'll be okay.' I told him. 'And we can stop at any time if it doesn't work out.'
Again he nodded silently, watching as I sat sideways on the bed beside him, level with his pelvis and facing him, and reached out for his cock. It felt strange, not what I'd been expecting at all. But then, I'd been sort of automatically expecting a rock hard erection rather than the flaccid little thing that flopped about in my fingers.
'Sorry.' He spoke at last. 'I'm just a bit tense.'
'I know.' I told him, glancing down at myself and noticing happily that mine had now become fully erect. 'Don't worry about it. There's plenty of time.'
For a little while I played with him, letting my fingers stroke along his soft shaft without getting very much response. But then slowly he began to fill out, his cock gradually jerking its way to hardness, growing longer and harder in my hand. I smiled at him with some relief because I had been wondering if we'd have to give up and call it a day.
'You see.' I told him. 'I said we'd be okay.'
Now I could play with him properly, gripping him between two fingers and a thumb and stroking his full length, and now he felt how I'd expected him to, warm and firm under my touch. My hand ran along his shaft as I got used to the strangely wonderful feel of a cock that wasn't my own, while he lay there and let me, which was really just as I wanted him. Eventually his eyes closed as he relaxed under my touch and faint moan of pleasure came from his lips. I smiled in satisfaction as I prepared myself for the next step.
The next step was a big deal for me. I wanted to find out what it was like to suck a cock, to feel a hard cock in my mouth. Somehow, with a woman, oral sex had always seemed more intimate and more adventurous than full intercourse, and so with a man, where I expected to skip the intercourse bit, I felt I was very much leaping into the deep end. But still, I was determined to try it. Without saying anything to Aaron I leaned over until my mouth was above him, and then I opened it and just kind of hovered there while I mustered the nerve to lower my head.
It took me a while to get up the courage, but I kept stroking Aaron's shaft all the while. It was a lovely sensation, feeling the skin of his shaft move over the hard engorged flesh underneath; somehow you don't get that same feeling when you play with your own. It was so nice that I could feel myself smiling with delight, although I don't think he noticed because he still had his eyes closed.
He certainly noticed when I finally did lower my head and close my lips over the head of his cock though. He growled deeply with pleasure and his hand lifted from the bed to rest on my leg, the first voluntary move he'd made. It felt nice, the feel of his hand on my thigh, fingers just moving in a slow caress. At least I knew he was going to be able to respond.
It felt really weird to have a man's cock in my mouth. The first thing I noticed was how it seemed both soft and hard at the same time, the tip nice and cushiony while behind that shallow softness was a sort of hard core. I was surprised how big it felt too, just the head pretty much filled my mouth and that was not because he was particularly well endowed but because the inside of a mouth isn't as big as you think it is. I had a sudden respect for the women who had gone down on me over the years. There was just room for me to use my tongue on Aaron's cock, licking the tip and swirling around his mushroom, while my fingers carried on stroking his shaft. This was what I'd wanted to experience, and now I was. The sensations were making my heart race and my cock swell to the point of discomfort. Success so far, now all I had to do was to make him come.
I didn't really want him to come in my mouth, though. Well... I sort of did, but I just didn't have the bottle to do it. And, in any case, I wanted to see him come, to watch him shoot his load because of what I was doing to him. So I compromised with myself. I would suck and wank him until the last minute and then pull away so I could actually see him shoot – so long as I timed it right.
That was exactly what I did. I sucked him, lowering my mouth down his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could and then bobbing up and down on him, almost as if he was fucking my mouth. It felt nice too, especially as my fingers were still playing with him, wanking him from the base to where they met my descending lips. Soon he was moaning his pleasure, his fingers stroking my thigh ever quicker, and his pelvis gently thrusting up to push himself into my mouth. Finally I sensed that he was getting close and I pulled back, taking him from my mouth and staring at his cock as my hand wrapped around him and wanked him as hard and fast as I could.
I'd timed it just about right, for within a minute or so of me pulling away he groaned loudly, grabbed tight hold of my leg and jerked upwards as the first spurt of cum gushed from his tip. His first spurt didn't shoot a far as I'd feared, spraying only a few inches into the air before falling back, hot and slippery, over his stomach, but still the sight of it gave me a massive rush from knowing that I'd caused it. I looked, thinking that it hadn't been a very powerful spurt that he'd released and that I could probably have taken him coming in my mouth after all, but I hadn't known that. I'd been scared that he might shoot so hard I'd be choked by it. His second spurt barely cleared the end of his cock and then the third spurt simply welled up from the tip of his cock and rolled down onto my knuckles as I wanked him. I felt disappointed with myself that I hadn't had the nerve to let him come in my mouth, but I was a novice trying something for the first time. I consoled myself that I hadn't known and that maybe I would take him all the way the next time, assuming he could come twice in one session.
