How I Found Frotting

I considered myself straight into my early 30s. Then my interest in erotica and porn began to shift to gay material. I found myself curious about, and then desiring, experiences with men.

Like many curious men, I went from porn, to exploring hookup sites. My first experiences weren't great, to be honest. But they didn't turn me away from men. Instead, I found myself searching for a good experience.

Early one afternoon I was on a hookup site chatting with a gentleman in a suburb a few miles from me. The short of it is: he invited me over.

I was, and continue to be, a straight-looking, thin, in-shape guy. So when I showed up at his door, his eyes lit up. He wasn't bad himself: tall, maybe early 40s, shaved head, in shape. We didn't waste time. Our clothes came off quickly, and I found myself straddling him on his sofa. As our cocks touched, I pressed them together and began stroking us. The image, and the feeling, was overwhelming. Not only the heat of his rod; the touch of our balls against each other was electric. It was one of the most intimate things I'd ever experienced.

As I slowly stroked us, our eyes locked, and then so did our lips. It was my first time kissing a man; more important, it was my first time deeply kissing a man. We made out as I jerked us. I remember my heart pounding as if I'd just sprinted a mile.

I wanted everything. So after a while, I bent over to suck him a bit. He had a great, girthy cock that I loved slipping between my lips. But the feeling of his cock against mine was fixed in my mind. So I slid back up and placed my cock - lubed with sweat and spit - against his, and we frotted.

After perhaps 20 mins he couldn't take much more. He rolled me over and straddled my chest while slowly stroking.

"Cum on me," I whispered. He did it nearly on command, splashing a lovely load across my hairy chest. The sight of the pearly strings in my chest hair put me over the edge. I exploded jets of cum, hitting my face.

It was an amazing experience, and it stuck with me.

I needed a repeat.

So a month or so later, I was scrolling that same hookup site, seeking something similar. Then the real thing - my first frotting lover - logged on. I reached out, and he immediately invited me over. We didn't even discuss it. When I arrived, he suggested we retire into the bedroom this time. I followed him down a hallway and a sparsely decorated bedroom with a king bed. On a nightstand, I noticed, was a picture of my new lover, and a women. "My sweetheart," he told me.

I sat on the bed, and wrapped my legs around him. We locked into a deep kiss. I unbuttoned his shirt, played with his nipples, rubbed his cock through his suit. He finally stood up straight and said "let me get out of this." He undressed quickly, leaving his clothes on a chair. Naked before we me, he slid between my legs again and we made out. As we did, I stroked him, and then I learned over, took him into my mouth, sucking slowly. After a few moments, he undressed me and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. It was almost too much and I dragged him back to me, then rolled onto him.

We were mouth to mouth, hips to hips, and we began to grind, his cock against mine. It didn't take long: his breathing quickened, his body stiffened, and he let out a grunt. I felt the wetness spread between us, warm. I couldn't believe it. Our hearts pounded against each other.

As he settled down, I sat up and looked down at him. We were both lightly trimmed, and our pubic areas were thick with his cum. He didn't leave me long to admire it. He rubbed some cum onto his palm, rubbed it over my cock, then took my hand and brusquely guided me into jacking myself. As I stroked myself with his cum as lube, he held my balls.

It didn't take long. I exploded all over him, stomach to chin. When I finished, he glanced down at the pearls of cum that covered him. "You decorated me," he sighed.

Since then, cock to cock has been my favorite form of man on man sex. So intimate. So masculine.