I was still in college, senior year. I was 5'9" tall, a bit soft from spending six months typing up papers instead of hiking, without a girlfriend for about a year. Now, at that point I had been curious about guys for a while. I had joined a couple of BB systems and chat rooms since I had no clue how else to go about it. Since I ended up chickening out more often than not, the added anonymity helped by giving me the handy "oh, sorry, I lost connection" excuse. Eventually, though, I did end up meeting up with a couple of guys at last. My first time was not quite what I expected:
After chatting to this guy for a while, we agreed to meet at his place. It was nearby, in a good neighborhood and seemed safe enough to meet up and see what happened. I drove up in the late afternoon. It was fall- just cool enough for me to be in jeans, T-shirt and a loose sweater. I walked to his front door- it was a modern home, square and white with what looked like a loft and big windows overlooking the beach. It was very nice, and I had a minute to admire the location while I listened to someone coming down the stairs.
He opened the door wearing a bathrobe and sandals. He was about my height, with round features and a jovial expression with short cropped brown hair and blue eyes. I believe he was in his mid 30's, about ten or twelve years older than me and single. When I got over the surprise at the robe, we said our hellos and I stepped inside. His house was warm and filled with the scent of plants- it's hard to describe, but distinctive. He had plants filling every corner of the house, it seemed; I was looking around during that first lull in the conversation where you have no idea what to say when he reached over and squeezed my ass.
That broke the ice a bit.
I laughed nervously and he stepped around to wrap his arms around my waist. Instinctively, I put my arms around him as he leaned in to nuzzle my neck. I was a bit scared but could feel myself getting hard. He must have felt it, too... he stepped back just enough to tug at my sweater. I helped him slip it off, then my t-shirt. He ran his warm, soft hands over my chest as my breathing quickened a bit. Looking into my eyes the whole time, he unfastened my pants, then. As I stood there shivering with adrenaline, he pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles, then held my hand again as I pushed my shoes off and stepped clear of the last of my clothes.
With another smile he reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. I gasped or moaned as he turned and led me up the stairs to the loft, tugging on me gently but insistently.
The loft was filled with a tall, king size mattress. There were white sheets and pillows; the setting sun hued everything red. A big screen TV and entertainment center dominated a wall next to the big windows.
He lay down and pulled me down next to him. The terrycloth of his robe felt soft against me as he cradled me in one arm. It had opened enough as we lay down for me to know he was wearing nothing underneath- he had very hairy legs and chest, his skin was paler than mine. We had been talking all this while- about how nervous I was, how it was my first time doing anything at all with a guy. When we lay down I shut up without him having to do more than smile. He asked if he should put on a movie to help me get in the mood and I agreed.
He switched on the TV to a movie already running. It was gay porn, of course... two lean and muscular guys in some indistinct bedroom. The first thing that struck me was that they were wearing socks; the second was that they had huge tools. He had been stroking my shoulder and I could see his robe stir as he watched the screen. Taking my cue, I gathered up the courage to reach down and untie his robe, then parted it slowly open.
He must have been ten inches long and very, very thick. Not quite as thick as a forearm- though it seemed that way to my very inexperienced self- but big enough that his shaft looked like a bat: a good sized head tipping a shaft that expanded and then tapered a bit again where it met his curling blonde-brown pubic hair. He was not fully erect, stirring as he watched me looking at his length where it rested against his stomach and up to his navel. Even with my head on his chest it was impressive.
I laid my hand on his shaft and he murmured his approval as he moved under my fingers. It felt smooth, almost slick as he grew harder... hot, velvety and heavy. I just lay there for a while, ignoring the movie and just watching his cock as I stroked him slowly, running my palm over his length and around the head, then trailing my fingertips down to run over his growing balls. They were fair sized, smooth... but looked small next to his thick meat. When I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down toward him, I did not resist.
He smelled clean, like soap. My hand stroked and cupped his sack as I opened my mouth to get my first taste. I could hear him encouraging me as I kissed the ridge of his tip. I kissed his entire length, my dry lips slowly moistening as I went down his shaft from tip to root and back. Then I grew a bit bolder, my tongue darting out to taste his skin; he was so hot, jumping a little and growing even larger. I could taste the faintest trace of soap, but mostly tasted him... not quite sweet, not unpleasant.
