My ride home was a blur. My mind was still racing from what I had just experienced. Images raced through my mind, his hand on my cock, my cock sliding into his mouth, and lastly, the smile as he licked the last of my cum off his lips. I kept rolling over how it felt, him holding my cock, then his lips closing around it, the feel of his mouth as he took my cock deeper. The waves of pleasure at each new sensation and finally the orgasm of which, I could still feel as I drove. The drive home took about 45 minutes, but I don't recall much of the drive. I just remember arriving at my apartment and parking. I sat for a long time before I opened my door to head inside. As I exited the car, I remembered my purchases, so I grab the bag and headed for the front door.
Once inside after getting a drink from the kitchen, I sat down on the sofa to collect my thoughts. I had just had my first sexual experience with another person and it had been a man. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, pondering the implications of having had my first sexual experience and that experience had been a gay encounter. Then I remember some of the sensations I had felt and they were good, as was the climax, which had been far better than when I masturbated. Why had it been so exciting? Why had I been so turned on by it? Was there something wrong with my being so aroused by the touch of another man? All questions that slid through my mind as I sat. I decided a hot shower would help clear my head and allow me to think more clearly, so I headed to bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, still pondering my questions. I came to the conclusion the answer to the first two was that it was my first experience with another person. I was already sexually excited by being in the store to begin with. I had fantasized about what I would get and what I do after, so it made sense that I had been aroused, but the answer to the third question still eluded me. As I considered it, I felt that familiar tingle in my crotch. I was getting hard thinking about all of this. I knew I wanted to masturbate and that was when I remembered my new magazines. I quickly retrieved my bag and returned to the bed room.
I took the magazines out and began looking at what I had ended up with. I had been so flustered and distracted I hadn't paid much attention to what I picked up. My head clearer now, I looked at what I had. The first two magazines just depicted a couple having sex. The first one showed a close up of a large cock sliding into a woman's pussy, the second a woman sucking another big cock. It was the other three magazines that surprised me. The first showed several men jerking off and the content was much the same including photos of them cumming. The second had a photo of a shemale being fucked from behind. The last one was some sort of swingers magazine, a swingers magazine for gay men.
My cock was demanding attention. I could feel it pulsing as the shaft thickened and the head began to swell. I tentatively gave it a gentle stroke and felt that familiar tingle as my desire increased. I settled back and picked one of the regular magazines. After several minutes I seemed to lose interest and picked up one of the gay magazines, my cock rose in response. I had chosen the one showing the men jacking off and starting shuffling through the pages. Though I had known that all cocks were different, as I looked through the magazine, I noticed that each had a different appeal, long, thick, uncut, large glands, almost every aspect was somehow suddenly interesting. More importantly I found looking at them closely was also very arousing.
Not yet ready to finish myself off for the night, I decided to glance through the swingers magazine. Most of the photos weren't as explicit as the others but the adds themselves fed my imagination. Some men were looking for relationships others just plain sex and they were very explicit in what they thought as sexually gratifying. The longer I read the more aroused I got. I started imagining my answering some of the ads and fantasizing about what those encounters would be like. It wasn't long before my cock was oozing precum and demanding I satisfy its needs. With all these new fantasizes in my head I soon found myself having my second climax of the evening. My demons all sated, I cleaned up and crawled under the covers for some well earned sleep. Little did I know that my sleep would be restless and disturbing.
The next morning I awoke tired, though I had slept through the night even sneaking an extra hour before actually getting out of bed. I vaguely remembered dreaming but couldn't remember any details. What thinking about those lost dreams did do was give me another raging hard on, one that just didn't want to seem to go away, no matter what I did. All day the events of the night before crept back into my thoughts and several times during the day I had to stop what I was doing to relieve the pressure. I had on occasion masturbated more than once or twice during the day, but this day I ended up masturbating 6 times before I drifted off to sleep.
I opted out of college in favor of a good job offer. My week was filled with work activities, at least for the most part. There were still moments during the day, when my thoughts would wander back to the weekend and I could feel myself getting an erection. I had several difficult moments when I had to hide my uncontrollable erections, but I finally got through the first day. My erection quickly returned when I was alone in my car on the way home. That night I spent time considering what had happened, my first sexual experience, my first blow job, and with another man. I couldn't quite get my head around why I found it so arousing. I decided I need to do it again, maybe that would provide me with the answers I needed.
