First Time With A Guy 9

*Edited by KenjiSato

This story begins during the eighteenth year of my life when I got my first chastity belt.

I had an awareness of my kinky side from the time I started playing with myself, as I almost immediately sought out BDSM-themed videos, and was handcuffed for wanting almost daily. I once found a video in which a man had his cock in some weird cage, in which he couldn't get hard. At first, I didn't investigate it too much, but I started watching more and more videos with this theme, and started having many questions. What was it like to be locked up? Was it comfortable? Could it hurt me in any way?

So I started looking for answers and I even came across the store that I ordered my first chastity cage from. In retrospect, it was a cheap metal cage of poor quality that creeped out my skin. But I found it outrageously sexy.

At first, it was pretty hard to get into it at all, and even when I did, I was out within fifteen minutes and had an incredible orgasm. This scenario repeated itself. Sometimes, I was locked in for a few minutes, sometimes a day, but it always ended the same way.

During these games, I started corresponding online with different people who shared their experiences with me, and I started wondering what it would be like to be locked up for a week, two weeks, a month?

About a year after getting my first cage, I met an older guy online. It started with chatting, but we quickly started exchanging photos, as well. It lasted about two weeks, at which point, he asked me if I wanted to come over to try out what it was like with a guy. (I was a virgin at the time, and in addition to the handcuffs and chastity belt, I was also quite turned on by shemale videos, which gave me the desire to try what it was like to suck someone else's cock.) So we agreed that I would come over, and we could try something if I wanted. I was supposed to be locked up for three days before our meeting and bring my handcuffs.

On the day of my trip to see him, I was quite nervous and incredibly horny from my three-day-long lockup. Fortunately, my nervousness fell off considerably when we met in person at the station, as he seemed to be a likeable guy. He was about 175 centimeters tall and must have weighed about 85 kilograms.

He greeted me with a soft, "Hello," and we drove to his house.

During the ride, we chatted. Besides the classic small talk, he asked how I was feeling and what I wanted to try.

Considering the three days in the cage, I quickly replied, "I'd love it if you'd cuff me so I could suck you off."

He just smiled, pulled into his garage, and said, "Go ahead," and took it out of his pants.

All that escaped my lips was a quiet, "Yes, sir," as I was already slowly approaching him, and opening my mouth. I started sucking like I knew from the porn movies I'd watched. (His penis was about eleven centimeters long, so the perfect size for a beginner.)

Soon, he started moaning and it was obvious that he was enjoying himself.

After about five minutes, he stopped me and told me that I had to wait a little longer for the first dose, and ordered me to get out of the car and to show him the handcuffs.

After a while of looking around, another command was given. "Take off your clothes and put your hands on the hood!"

He groped me thoroughly all over, cuffed my hands behind my back, pushed my shoulders down to my knees, and was already shoving it in my mouth again. He let me get used to him for a while and started to come with loud moans.

It didn't take long before the, "Don't let a drop end up on the floor," order came and he started cumming.

I dutifully swallowed it all, and thanked him.

He motioned for me to stand up and was leading me to the shower. There, he again gave me a thorough groping all over. He paid a lot of attention to my filled-to-almost-bursting cage, which he jerked a little, and a some semen appeared on the end of my cage.

Then he washed me and himself thoroughly, dried me off and took me to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, there was, again, a firm, "On your knees." Then his semi-hard beauty tickled my tonsils again. This time, however, he let me suck him, instead of fucking my face.

Not long after, he took a step aside, and asked, "Would you like something up your ass?"

I couldn't muster more than a nod in agreement after a long blowjob.

So he helped me up and I lay on the bed with my ass raised. He put lube on his hands and got it going. One finger, two and three. Next came a small dildo, a little bigger, and then his biggest, about fifteen centimeters long. He was slowly sliding it in and out when suddenly, I felt this strange exciting sensation -- he started rubbing against my prostate.

It wasn't long before I yelled, "I'm coming!"

He just replied, "Not yet," and stopped. He took off the cuffs, laid me on my side, and we were in the unusual sixty-nine position, where I had another chance to suck him off.

"Would you like to be unlocked?" he asked, out of the blue.

"Yes, please," was my reply, and he jammed the key into the lock and turned it.

As soon as the cage was removed my cock shot out to its full length and quickly ended up in his mouth. I was experiencing receiving my first blowjob and very quickly began to moan. I was unable to suck him back.

He let me enjoy everything for a while. But then he stopped, and said, "Start sucking again."

I, of course, started and from his immediate sighs, it was obvious that I was in for a second batch. I wasn't wrong and, once again, I obediently swallowed everything.

"Very well done," came from my lover. P "Would you like to cum, too?"

My answer probably won't wouldn't surprise anyone. Of course, it was, "Yes, Sir sir, please.".

"Then lie on your back and keep your legs up," he replied quickly, and I did as instructed. P Meanwhile, he felt up the biggest dildo and started to tease my prostate with it again, but this time, he was also jerking my cock with his other hand.

He stopped both the jerking and the prostate stimulation several times to torture me some more. But in the end, he gave me one of the best orgasms I'd ever had.

"You've made quite a mess, you should clean that up," came from him, and he was already scooping my cum onto his hand, and feeding it into my mouth.

I was twitching after my orgasm, but there was nothing left to do but open up.

We lay together for a while longer, and then he drove me back to the station, and I went home.

My journey was marked by a moral hangover that lingered in me for a long time -- just feeling like I had done something terribly wrong.