Author's Note:
This my first story here, and something of an autobiographic fantasy. I've never been with a man before, but this is what I hope it would be like. Please review and comment-I really hope people enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I was rock hard the whole time.
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I guess it was only a matter of time before something like this happened to me. I should start off by saying that I love women, I always have and I imagine I always will. But at the same time, part of me has been attracted to men since I was a teenager. I had a few drunken make outs with various guys, and once got brave enough to just graze a friend's dick with my hand, but nothing serious. That said, gay porn has also turned me on, and I think I knew somewhere inside that if I did something more serious with a man, I would enjoy it. In fact, I'm often mistaken for gay, more so by women and straight men but even sometimes by gay men. I wasn't sure I would ever have a gay experience, but at twenty-four, I did.
I'm an average looking guy, I guess, a little short and thin-about 5'5, 125 pounds. I'm in decent shape, and am naturally tan, due to being half Spanish. I have a strong jaw, slender arms and legs, and kind of messy dark hair. I figured I would always be the smaller guy in any relationship with a man (and have been in most relationships with a woman, actually), but I was never into guys that were too big or hairy. I guess I wanted a guy kind of like me-lean, not femme but not a hunk. And it just so happened I met a guy like that at a party, Rick.
This party was at a friend of a friend's that I had been invited to after going to see a concert. I didn't really know anyone besides my friend, but I thought it would be fun to maybe meet some new people, talk, and get a little drunk. I was wearing a white v-neck and jeans with red chucks and this guy came over to me, kind of a rocker looking guy-black shirt, dark jeans, rakish hair. He was taller than me like most guys are, about 5'10 maybe, and pale, clean shaven with one of those close cropped on the sides and back but longer swooshing hair on the front hairdos. His eyes were a dark blue and he had an eyebrow piercing. I'd always kind of wanted one myself, but it didn't go with the rest of my look. We started talking about whatever-the band we'd seen, movies, I introduced myself, telling him my name was Jim, basic stuff like that-I don't really remember.
What I
do
remember is the guy asking me if he'd like to come back to his place, cause he lived nearby. I kind of froze at that and my natural response-"I'm not gay", came to mind, but couldn't quite make it past my lips. He smiled at my hesitation , and playfully slapped my arm.
"I don't bite." What I said next also seemed like a natural response, but it shocked me even more than this guy hitting on me.
"Even if I want you to?" I said back, a little nervous sounding. He smiled at that and reached down to take my hand. Absurdly, I let him. Holding hands with a guy was weird, I was so used to girls' small, soft hands that his much bigger fingers and kinda rough knuckles felt strange but alluring to me. Slowly I walked with him out of the party, hoping no one was watching us leave together. My mind was a blank-I could feel the gears in my head turning, but no coherent thoughts were coming together. What was I doing? Where would this lead? I didn't know, but part of me wanted to find out. I confess I was already hard-I've always gotten erections very quickly, and just the strange novelty of what I was doing plus the fact that a cute guy was into me, had my dick throbbing against my jeans.
We walked for a block and a half, and went up to his room. I was quiet the entire time, still not believing what was happening, still scared. We walked up a few flights to his stairs, and he stopped outside his door. Then he turned to me and leaned in for a kiss.
I'd kissed guys before, like I said, so I responded quickly. Kissing guys was weirder than girls, but it still felt good. I love making out, and this guy was a pretty good kisser. His tongue probed into my mouth, and I responded with my own, licking him and pressing towards his body a little bit. We kissed for a bout a minute before he pulled away, but not before biting my lower lip playfully. My breathing had increased slightly, and I felt myself blushing.
He smiled and said, "Like that?" He said, referring to my earlier comment about biting. I just sort of stammered-I do that a lot when I'm put on the spot. He opened the door and led me inside.
His apartment was nice, kind of sparse, which I like, but with a tiny bit of clutter-empty beer cans, some clothes on the ground. I closed the door myself, again surprised by my own actions. By this time, I was really horny, even if I was in totally uncharted territory-I'd never been in a guy's apartment like this, my only other kissing experiences with men had been at parties, with the safety of other people around, even if they weren't watching. Here I was vulnerable, and alone with him.
Rick kissed me again, doing that stumbly walk backwards as we made out. I pulled away after a few moments and turned my head, offering my head up to him, and he licked, nibbled, and bit me softly.
"Harder." I whispered. He bit down on my neck, and I knew if he kept up like this I'd have a hickey, but I didn't care. I ran my hands over his back, being bold and caressing his ass a little. He returned the favor as we kept walking. We went through an open door into his bedroom. It was dark, and with the light behind us blocked by me, I could barely see him. I just felt his lean body, was warmed by his breath and lips by my neck, and could feel my heart thumping In my chest. That's when he slipped a hand inside my jeans and rubbed my dick through my boxers.
I moaned, kissing his own neck. His fingers stroked up and down my modest-about five and a half inches-member, and I kind of flexed involuntarily, causing my tip to swell up a little. Rick pulled his hand out and began unbuttoning my pants. When he finished, I stopped his hands and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. At some point, I had decided I was just going to go through with this, and my growing enthusiasm was overwhelming my inner reluctance.
He was shirtless and I quickly striped my own shirt off. Standing up on my tip toes, I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear.
"Close the door now." He kissed me quick on the lips and did just that. As he did, I dropped my pants, stepping while taking my shoes off. He turned back to me just as I stepped free of the jeans, only in my boxers. Rick led me to the bed, sitting down with me as we resumed making out. He was getting more aggressive now, which I had to admit I liked. With girls, I've been more aggressive, but once somewhat subdued, letting a girl bite me, smack me, and scratch me all up while we fucked. I liked a bit of pain with my sex, and Rick was starting to squeeze my arms and back very firmly, reminding me that despite being thin like me, he was pretty strong.
We fell back on the bed, and my fingers scrabbled for his pants. I had trouble with his belt-I don't wear them a lot myself, let alone take them off others in the dark, but I eventually figured it out. I pushed his pants down, and his boxers too in one motion. He chuckled a little bit at how eager he was and I smiled in the dark, and then I felt it, wrapping my hands around his cock..
He was as hard as I was, and I could feel the pulse of his heart through the big vein on his dick. He was big-not crazy pornstar huge (I had always liked watching big dick porn), but bigger than me, and thicker too. He was fairly trim down there, which I liked. Still making out, I rolled a little, going from being on my side to on top of him. It was tricky because of our height difference, but I aligned our dicks together, humping against him. I thought I might have felt embarrassed, since it was as obvious as it could be that I had a smaller dick than him, but I didn't feel that way at all. I just felt turned on.
Rick rubbed his hands down to my ass, and squeezed a little, even giving my a little slap. I said, "harder", before I started kissing along his chest and collar bone. He complied, smacking my ass with au audible clapping sound. I kind of gasped as I nipped at his pecs. Rick wasn't exactly a gym dude, but he was thin but firm-a little bit of muscle but even less fat. I started to kiss lower, going from his chest to his torso, glad that he was smooth on his torso as well. He pulled my boxers down, and I shimmied, pushing them down my legs, so I could step out of them.
Pretty soon I was there, just above his belly button and his cock, which swelled up. Bravely, I grabbed his cock and started really jacking him off-not just touching or fondling it but pumping up and down, my grip strong but not too strong. I tried to think about how I liked it. As I was doing this, Rick's fingers trailed along my balls, which were really sensitive, and my dick throbbed again.
I couldn't wait, wanting this new experience right now. I kept my hand on his dick, but pulled it down to his base, my small hands wrapping around the bottom of his thick dick. Then I opened my mouth and stuck the head in, moaning a little at the taste. It wasn't exactly good, but it was strong-he was a little sweaty, and his head was so big my mouth was almost uncomfortably wide. I tried to go a little deeper, but it was hard, he was thick and dry.
"Spit on my dick," His voice came from above my head in the darkness. I pulled my mouth out and gathered saliva in my mouth. I've never been a big spitter-I think its rude to even spit in public, but I let some spit dribble out from lips onto his cock, and even spat a few globs down along the middle and bottom of his length. Then I went back to work, this time sucking less and licking more, swirling my head around the tip a lot.
Rick's hands came up and brushed through my hair, not quite gripping me, but definitely firm. I took this as a sign that I was doing a good job, and that turned me on even more. I started taking in a little more, but it still seemed to me that his dick stretched on for quite a while. I'd never seen one this close before, and the only dick I knew well was my own, smaller one. I couldn't get to the halfway point, but I was happy to do my best. I kept my mouth open wide, trying to let saliva build up and dribble out.
