This is a story about my first sexual encounter with a man. At the time I was working nights in a local store during holidays from university, stacking shelves whilst the store was closed.
There were usually three of us there each night; me, another lad around the same age named George, and the night manager Paul.
On the night in question George had not turned up so it was only Paul and myself present, with no one else in the store. Paul was a bit older than me, about two inches taller and about thirty pounds heavier, although it was all muscle. He worked out a lot, and you could just see a little bit of coarse black hair out of the top of the shirt he wore without a tie.
Let me tell you a bit about myself; at the time I was twenty years old, around five foot eleven with light brown hair. I was very thin and athletic, with hardly a hair on my body. People used to joke that I had not yet reached puberty. I had had sex with girls on many occasions, and enjoyed it, and had had a girlfriend for a while.
I had always wondered though, what it would be like to have sex with a man. If I'm honest I think that I craved the feeling of being owned completely by someone else's cock, being used as a fuck toy for another's pleasure.
I didn't know that Paul had any gay tendencies, but I had always acknowledged that I kind of fancied him, his strong muscles and confident manner impressed he, and I always laughed long and hard at his jokes, even if they weren't very funny.
That night being alone with him kind of excited me, but I didn't think that anything would happen, not in a million years.
I was in the warehouse when he put a call out on the P.A. system for me, calling me up to the manager's office. When I got there I knocked and walked straight in, and found Paul apparently in the process of getting changed. His torso was bare and his great physique was on display, a perfect triangle of muscle. His arms were great, big biceps that you would feel safe held in. I blushed deeply and was suddenly very aware that there was no one else around.
Paul looked at my blushing face and grinned.
"You can suck my cock if you want to" Paul said with a smile playing on his lips. "And if you do a good enough job I might just fuck your sweet little ass afterwards."
I could feel my cheeks turning crimson, was it a joke? I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, and I simply couldn't take my eyes off Paul's sculpted body and blue eyes.
The look of amusement stayed on his face as he reached down and began unbuttoning his trousers, and as his hand reached into his boxer shorts I could feel my head spinning and a strange glowing feeling in the pit of stomach, like the most powerful butterfly sensation ever.
As he removed his cock, already fat and semi hard, I believe I actually let out a small whimper, which caused Paul's grin to widen into a smile.
I had never seen a real cock in the flesh and blood, aside from my own of course, but now it looked as if my curiosity, hell why lie, my fantasy might be finally indulged, so head swimming I took two steps forward and slowly sank to my knees before Paul, lifting his rapidly swelling prick towards my eager lips.
The moment I took him in my mouth for the first time was pure excruciating pleasure, the feeling of that hot hard cock in my mouth created a sensation in my lions that I cannot accurately describe, suffice to say that I thought I would come there and then, but somehow didn't. That would be saved for later.
Slowly I took the length of him once, twice, then began licking and kissing his bell end, balls and sides of his now rock hard manhood. This is what I had wanted, all the time, just a mouth full of dick, and now I would do anything to please Paul and his beautiful cock. I would fucking worship it.
"That's it," Paul sighed, "I knew that was what you wanted", and he laughed a wicked laugh.
I really started to suck and kiss and caress his cock, treating it with the reverence it deserved, a reverence that so many girls I had know seemed incapable of.
