For The Sake Of Retelling It

It was just another one of those late nights in a city that never sleeps. When going home means the night is over, and staying out at the bars is overwhelming, take to the streets. The best thing to do on those nights is get in the car, and cruise the highways. On the road, there aren't really any rules - at least, a lack of enforcement - so you can drive to your leisure, to where ever you please.

There was a spot about an hour's drive North along the coastline that had become a favorite hidden gem among a small group of people. It was a beautiful place during the day, an olive-shaded area within a stone's throw of the rocky shore. During the night, the olive trees offered cover from the nearby highway and a coziness that could only be found under canopy.

Passing joints, blasting some great music, and having great conversation, I set course northward, down-shifted, and overtook the car ahead of us.

When we arrived, there was a warm breeze despite it being past midnight. I pulled out my pop-up tent from the trunk, gave it a flick and it was open and ready. We brought some water, a blanket and our smoke supplies from the car before sitting in the tent. While we chatted, I rolled another smoke as we watched the stars shine over the sea and heard the rustle of olive leaves on the breeze.

We finished that joint while laughing about something. I stubbed it out into the ashtray and was met with a passionate kiss when I turned back around. His tongue met mine as we allowed our passion to take over.

In a flurry of movement in the small tent, our clothes were stripped away and put aside. Even with the tent wide open, it was getting quite hot in there. His fingers traced lines up and down my torso, sending shivers down my spine and causing my cock to throb. I lay back, surrendered to his every whim.

With nobody around, I had no need to keep my voice down, and moaned as he licked around my nipples before moving further down. He aimed my cock straight up and took most of its length into his mouth. I let all the feelings of pleasure wash over me as he expertly teased me with his tongue.

I had to move or I would explode. I sat up as we came together for another kiss, my hand stroking his hard dick. I needed to taste him. He leaned back, allowing me to explore his cock with my mouth and tongue.

I was so lost in lust while sucking his thick cock that I was snapped out of my trance when he shifted. Before I knew it, I was bent over, his hands parting my cheeks.

First I felt his breath - nobody had ever - then a hint of his stubble before a warm and moist sensation. He swirled his tongue delicately over my puckering hole. I could hardly keep myself up on my arms and let my chest rest down on the tent floor.

He continued his licking and probing with his tongue, sending me deeper and deeper into the throes of ecstasy. It was after a pause that I felt the breeze, highlighting a cool emptiness where his mouth had once been. Then, the head of his cock was resting on the entrance of my wet hole.

I reached for his shaft from between my legs to guide his aim and looked back at him approvingly - hungrily. With that, he pushed forward as I tried to relax to take my first cock. I was so wet from his licking, but still, his girth was more than I had ever had. Slowly, he kept even pressure as I slowed my breathing and relaxed. His cock head penetrated me.

As I felt my hole close tighter over the ridge of his shaft, I let out a groan and promptly fell forward, flat on my belly. He knelt there concerned, asking if I was ok. I reassured him by getting back on my knees and guiding his dick back in position.

This time, he thrust forward slowly until, again, I felt myself tighten on his shaft, just past his head. For a moment, we were both still. Each of us catching our breath and regaining some composure. As he felt me relax, he began to move forward.

I was already stretched more than I have ever been, but with his every movement, I was being penetrated deeper than ever, too. Holding back cries of, both, pain and pleasure, I kept still, welcoming his entire length.

When his hips met my cheeks, I looked over my shoulder at him. The look on my face must've given him a sign because he started fucking me so slowly and deeply that I became a ragdoll in his arms.

All I could do was moan and drool as he thrust in and out of me smoothly and continuously until my legs gave out from under me. He rolled me onto my back and entered me again, spreading my legs apart and exposing my dripping cock, half-hard and flopping around while his upwards thrusts triggered fountains of pre-cum.

What started as a slight tingle around my hole became a throbbing warmth as I felt every inch of his shaft, every vein and ridge, stimulate a spot in me I couldn't describe. I wanted to meet his thrusts, so I began to move with him.

I turned to my left side while he was still balls deep inside me. The rotation alone caused me to shiver from new sensations. I brought my knees in closer to my chest and spread my cheeks for him, making eye contact. Lust-driven, I met every buck of his hips, wanting him deeper and harder.

He took his cue and starting ramming me. As his pace quickened, the smacks and slops between us grew louder and more frequent. My eyes started to roll and my moans became muffled as I buried my face in the tent floor.

I felt the pulsating warmth from my hole spread to the rest of my body, then a wetness spread across my thighs. I was cumming. He continued to fuck me harder as my cock shot stream after stream of hot cum. In that moment I could not tell up from down, just pleasure.

When he exclaimed that he was going to cum, I thoughtlessly and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. My tongue worked the underside of his shaft as I bobbed on his dick. He was now cumming on my tongue, on my lips, on my face, in my mouth.

We were both spent and smiling. He collapsed on me for a few minutes. We lay there, trying to breathe. My fingers traced the stinging ring of my hole, causing me to wince a little. I licked up some of his cum and wiped up the rest with my discarded boxers.

We moved to more comfortable positions and I rolled us another smoke. He was the sweetest, making sure I wasn't hurting, piling our clothes together as a makeshift pillow for me to lean on. All the while, he stayed close and held our conversation - assuading any potential awkwardness after he took my anal virginity.

After a smoke, some idle chat, and a quick break down of the tent, we were on the way back to the city. Once there, we would part ways after I dropped him off at his place and I returned to mine.

Mixed emotions is the only way I could describe my drive home. My bum ached, I was exhausted. I was thrilled and ashamed. I had, still, many questions.

Several weeks had passed and we continued to text each other. I found myself thinking about that night often. I pictured moments of it, stiffening my cock unexpectedly. I fantasized about pleasuring him once more. I felt like I needed to somehow make up for my amateur performance.

Once again, it was very late at night. After a couple of hours horny at home, lube and toys sprawled out on my bed, I pulled both my fingers out of my hole and went to my washroom. I washed my hands, got dressed, grabbed my keys, and texted him I was on the way.

He opened the door to his place. His roommate was out of town for a few weeks. After a big hug, he welcomed me in and sat back on the couch, asking how I was doing. I admitted I was pretty hungry and we ordered some food. I hadn't noticed how much time had passed before the doorbell rang.

After paying the delivery guy and setting the food down, we were finally free.

I found myself lying belly down on his bed, his knees on either side of my head, his balls lightly bouncing off my chin, as I gagged on his big cock. After a few slurps, I released his dick from my mouth as he exclaimed in amazement.

I turned around, kneeling in front of him, and sat back slowly, guiding his cock to my hole. I took him in one smooth motion. When I could go no deeper, I clenched and released a couple of times, adjusting to his girth.

Then I rode him. He held himself up with his arms as I pushed back into his lap, driving his cock deep inside me. Slamming my ass down onto his dick, I felt so hot giving him pleasure. He hardly whispered, but signaled me he was close. I was again sprawled out in front of him, tongue out, and ready to receive his cum.

We ate slowly. I giggled when he complemented me on my performance. We had another joint together and continued our conversation with familiar ease.

I don't remember how that night continued, only that I was home soon after. It was a naughty and exhilarating experience. I enjoyed every bit of it. Several years down the line, I still think of him, those moments, and his cock. After all, he was my first (and last)...