My First Guy

It must have been 2005 when my frustrations boiled over. While we were dating, my now wife and I had sex 3-4 times a week or more. She even told me her aim was to have sex every other day to keep me satisfied. Right before our wedding, she took a job three hours away. We were apart during the week but together for each weekend and would usually fuck once, but rarely more. That frequency carried into our married life.

I decided to step out to get my needs met. I used an internet personals site geared toward sex to try and find a woman to help me relieve my sexual frustrations, but with limited success. The deck was somewhat stacked against me. I was an average looking guy, with an average sized dick, and living in the middle of nowhere. With all the choices on the site, I wasn't exactly every woman's first pick.

One weekend my wife was out of town and it was looking like I was going to strike out again. The women I knew on the site were either busy or ignoring me and I was getting desperate.

I started down the internet porn rabbit hole, starting with amateur girls and quickly moving on to facials and cumshots, but nothing was doing it for me, so I went deeper. Eventually, I happened upon a video that was supposed to be a FFM bisexual threesome, but it must have been mistagged. Instead, it was a MMF bisexual threesome, and it made my cock hard as a rock. I started mentally putting myself in the scene and became even more turned on.

At first, I quickly pushed the thought out of my head. After all, I'm not gay. I'm married. I love pussy. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about it. What would it feel like? Would I give, receive, or both? What about his cum?

I switched who and what I was seeking on the site, and a whole new world opened up for me. Horny guys like me were everywhere and looking to play. I started chatting with several guys but began to focus on one who lived less than 5 minutes from my house. Before long, I agreed to pay him a visit so we could watch porn and jerk off together.

I was so horny and nervous driving to his house. I thought about turning around but my dick, who was now in charge, was never going to let that happen. I pulled up and walked to his door on shaky legs. He opened it up and I was relieved to see we had a lot in common. He was maybe an inch shorter than me, but with about the same build, and a very relaxed air about him. We introduced ourselves officially and he invited me into his small house.

The front room was sparsely decorated but had a giant TV and sound system. It was clearly a bachelor pad. I eased down on the couch as he ran to get us a couple of beers. He must have known just how nervous I was because he took it slow. He sat at the other end of the couch and we talked for a while about our experiences. He told me about some of the guys he'd been with and how his girlfriend was bi, too. I told him about my wife and our sex life.

Eventually, the conversation started to hit a lull and he suggested it might be a good time to start watching a movie. He was prepared because as soon as I said yes, his huge TV lit up with a hot bisexual scene just for us to watch.

He and I both started just by watching, bulges growing in our pants. I was watching him out of the corner of my eye more than the movie itself. He leaned toward me and asked if it was ok if he took his cock out, I nodded yes and turned my attention to him. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. It was slightly smaller than mine, probably 6" to my 6.5", but had a beautiful pronounced mushroom head. I watched him stroke for what seemed like hours but was probably only seconds before asking if I could free my cock, too, and join him. He eagerly agreed so I unzipped and pulled my dick out into the cool air.

This lasted for a few minutes, with both of us watching the other's dick and stroking our own, before he stood up, pulling his pants fully off and suggesting that I do the same. When I sat down again, my bare ass on his couch, he sat again but this time right next to me, but still not touching. The memory of him watching me stroke my stiff cock while licking his lips is forever burned into my brain.

Slowly, I watched his hand reach over and take a firm hold on my dick. It was all I could do not to explode at that instant. After a few strokes, I returned the favor, touching another man's cock for the first time. Even though we were just getting started, I already knew it wouldn't be my last. We stayed like that for several minutes, naked from the waist down, sitting on his couch, and watching porn when we weren't eyeing the cock in our hand.

He shuffled closer, our thighs touching, and started rubbing my heavy, full balls, whispering in my ear about how good my dick felt. Almost begging, he asked if he could suck me off. My dry mouth would only let me nod yes. As if afraid I would change my mind, he scrambled between my legs and swallowed the head of my dick, running his tongue over the tip, his hand never leaving my cum-filled balls. He took his time, slowly and sloppily bobbing on my cock while moaning loudly. He wet a finger in his drool and rubbed it over my taint and asshole. The sensation was incredible.

He took more and more of me into his mouth until his nose was against my abs. I was moaning like crazy and rocking my hips, trying hard not to cum but fighting a losing battle. As I reached the point of no return, I warned him that I was going to cum, which caused him to clamp his lips around my cock and suck for all he was worth. I roared as I exploded, sending spurt after spurt into his hungry mouth. He sucked my sensitive cock until I couldn't take any more and had to push him away.

I took a minute to catch my breath, watching him stand and wash my seed down with his beer. I have read several stories in the past where as soon as someone has cum, the desire and cocklust goes away. That has never been the case for me. Standing for his drink put him at the perfect height for me. I sat up and reached out for his dripping cock, guiding it to my lips. The sensation was unreal. He was stiff and hard, but the cock itself felt so soft in my mouth. The contrast was something I had never felt before.

I did for him all the things I like. I licked down his shaft to tease and lick his balls. I sucked his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, tasting his salty precum as it leaked out of him. I tried, unsuccessfully, to take his entire length in my mouth. While I was still sucking him, I resolved to practice and get better at this very important skill. I bobbed and stroked his cock, jerking him off with my lips and hand.

Soon, his breathing got ragged and I could tell he was getting close. Without warning, he put his hand on the back of my head and held me firm for two more shallow thrusts before pushing his cock deep into my mouth, tensing, then exploding. I felt his cock pulsing, his cum coating the back of my throat. Five or six bursts exploded from his cock before he groaned and slowly pulled his cock from my hungry lips. I tried to keep it all in my mouth, but some dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my shirt, staining it. What didn't escape, I swallowed, feeling the sticky cream slide down my throat and into my stomach.

I leaned back on the couch, spent and satisfied. He flopped down next to me, a big sigh escaping his giant grin. While finishing our beers, we talked for a bit about how much we enjoyed each other and how we needed a repeat performance in the near future. I got dressed and, after thanking him profusely, headed home.

I was totally exhausted and expected to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. What I found, though, was that my brain wouldn't let me snooze until I jerked off thinking about my night and all the fun I had ahead of me.