It was summertime in the Virginia Beach area. The weather was typical, hot, and muggy. I was there for some work-related business, spending about three months of my summer in the area. It wasn't bad, paid hotel room and money for food. Just work from 8 to 5 during the weekdays, weekends were free to me.
I was in my early twenties, not bad looking. I had a runners build since I would run everyday for working out. Six feet, about 185lbs, still some lean muscle on me, dirty blond hair, green eyes, and an average sized cock about 6" cut. I had a few girlfriends before, but nothing to exaggerate about. I've never been with a guy, nor had the thought about being with another guy before coming up on my mind until this summer.
I was currently single during my work trip, which meant a lot of weekends were spent at the bars. I was looking for some fun, just like any other typical horny young man, but was constantly striking out. I was sitting on my bed in the hotel room when I had a notification on messenger for a chat. It was my ex. She had cheated on me the year prior with another girl and left me for her. Needless to say, I was hurt, but I still had feelings. So, I opened the message. It was typical: "hey, how are you doing?", "what are you up to now a day?". Basically, small talk. The messages then turned in to why she cheated and why she was with another girl.
After a frustrating conversation, I decided to go to the gym and run for a bit. As I was running on the treadmill, listening to my angry music, my mind started to wonder. What was the big deal about being with someone of the same sex? Is it really that bad off? I started to think about all the pornos I had watched and started to think about the guys in them, their dicks, and wondering what it would feel like to have them inside of me like those pornos. Before long and without realizing, I had gotten a hardon while running thinking about being fucked in the pornos. I faked my shoes being untied so I could jump off the treadmill and bend down to keep my dick from signaling me out in the middle of the gym. Thankfully the gym wasn't during rush hour, so it wasn't packed. After calming myself down, I stood up and decided that was enough running for the day.
That entire week I couldn't stop my mind from wondering to guys. I figured maybe if I watched a gay porno and jerked off to it, I would get the fantasy out of my head. So, I found myself searching the web for gay videos to watch. Most were turn offs, being big hairy guys. Buy stumbling on to sissy and twink area, I started to find myself searching those areas. I was searching the twinks tab in my hotel room wearing boxer briefs, gym shorts and t-shirt. The more I searched the harder I felt my dick grow in my shorts. I started rubbing myself in my shorts with one hand while the other hand worked the mouse still searching the videos. Finally, after searching and rubbing my dick, I was too horny to think anymore. I decided on a video of two blonde twinks outside fucking each other. As the video played, I fast forwarded past all the kissing and rubbing they were doing. I wanted to see the good stuff. My cock was so hard it started to hurt, I had precum soaked through my briefs and gyms shorts. As the video kept playing, I took my shorts and briefs off to give my cock some air and room. I started to work my cock in my hand at the pace of the two guys fucking on the video. I was so horned up it didn't take long before my own orgasm cascaded over my body. Usually I can cum hard, but never like this. I shot three full loads of cum up over my head into my hair, before the next few shots down on my chest, and then finished drooling over my hand. Surprised at my own cum shots, I closed the video and decided to clean up.
If I thought watching a gay video and jerking off would get that thought out of my head, I couldn't have been more wrong. Watching twink videos was now the new norm. Come in from work to the hotel, relax for a bit, grab the laptop, find another video, jerk off and cum. Everyday. Wash -- rinse -- repeat. Finally, after about two weeks of watching gay porn, the horniness and curiosity got the better of me. I decided to look online at personal ads and see what all was out there in the real world. I found a website that allowed for personal ads, in more of the sexual nature, and started rummaging around on there. It was full of the typical older, more hairy, heavier set guys. The ones that were turn offs immediately for me. The ones I did find around my age and type, the skinny twink young guys, were all mostly bottoms. I was looking for a top as I wanted to know what it felt like to be penetrated by my first cock. After a few nights of frustrated searching, I decided to take matters in my own hands and posted an ad searching for my own top. The responses were insane. By the next morning I had over 100 messages in my inbox from tops wanting to play.
After searching through the messages there was one that caught my eye. He was in his early thirties, a little short, stocky but solid build. His cock caught my attention the most. Being clean shaven, it was only about five to six inches long, but the girth was there. He had to be at least 3 inches across, not around, but across. We started chatting up and decided that it would be best if I came to his place since it was a bit more discreet. We also set up to come at 10 at night that coming Friday.
Through the rest of the week, I couldn't stop my nervousness. Would I like it? What if I didn't? Did this mean I was gay? But I was also excited. Deciding to keep my excitedness and horniness, I quit jerking off for the week to save myself up for the upcoming event on Friday.
Friday finally arrived, and I was so nervous and excited I couldn't keep my mind on the task at work. Thankfully work was dull and simple, so it wasn't noticed of my distraction. With work complete, I went back to the hotel and showered, finding some simple khaki shorts and polo shirt. I ate a light dinner as my stomach was in knots with nervousness. Finally, the time came to leave and drive to his house. It was about a thirty-minute drive, but it felt like only minutes. Even though I was completely soft, my dick leaked precum the whole drive over. I could feel the wet spot on my boxer briefs.