Hi. My name is Kyle. I am twenty two years old, 5' 11" tall, and weigh 184 lbs. In the past three years, I have converted my body from that of a lanky teenager into a powerhouse one. I eat right, exercise right and sleep right. I am open minded, happy and have good self esteem.
"You're sure you're gay?" Richard and I are meeting face to face for the first time. He responded to one of my online calls to find a man 30-45 for 'fun and a possible LTR'.
"Why do you ask?" I think I know what his answer will be; and it flatters me, but also upsets me a little.
"You look normal. I mean...not 'gay'...you know." Yeah, I know.
"I've had two boyfriends so far since turning eighteen. We've kissed, sucked and fucked in every way you can imagine. I even fell in love with one of them. What about you?" He also does not look 'gay' to me; and I am a little suspect of his motives at this point, although our online chats were very amicable.
"I...really don't know!" He looks sincere and vulnerable. Good.
"We can find out." My smile seems to have a good effect on Richard. He has let me take him by the hand and lead us into his bedroom. He lives alone, so we do not have to be discreet. We do not have to hold onto any inhibitions. He has indicated a willingness to try new things. We do not have to even close the door!
"Can I kiss you?" Richard is a handsome man, to my eyes. I have learned that handsome is a very flexible word. I have been turned on by guys my age, younger ones, and much older ones, too. I have gotten wet in the presence of thin guys, built hunks, and heavy ones. Taller dudes are fun to look at, but they intimidate me. I am most comfortable with a man my height, a tad taller, or even a lot shorter. It makes me laugh to wonder why short guys are such a huge turn on for me. They seem to have a kind of dense musculature, with a swagger and overall raw sexiness I just can not resist. Richard looks to be about 5' 5". I am definitely hot for him. He nods.
"You'll be my first." I am a gentle lover. Role playing can be fun; but I would never resort to anything humiliating with a partner. Although some light bondage was a thing with my first boyfriend, and we did it with respect, it still frightens me to be at the mercy of any human mind. I lean in with the intent of making his first man-on-man kiss a memorable one.
"Open up to me. I'll take us both where we want to go." My lips are on his. My hands are sliding along his shoulders toward the back of his head. He lets out a reflexive sigh as they cradle his skull.
"ahhoah." It's whisper quiet; and comes during a tiny break between our dancing lips. He's hooked, for sure.
"You ready for more?" He nods. This time it's not my lips that touch his, but the tip of my tongue. I slowly trace the top and bottom of his mouth; then use the flat of it to slather him with my wetness. The very moment I begin to pry apart his lips with it, he opens fully to me. He tastes just right. I love the feel of his mustache hairs on my face. It is a super hot turn on that has me in full erection already. Must be some kind of nature thing - the hairy male animal taking his lover to his whim. I am reminded of gawking at guys with lip hair, but have never kissed one until now. I like this.
"That was nice. You're a good kisser, Kyle." I have to know just how good I have made him feel.
"So are you, Richard." My hand is moving down his flanks.
"Rich." He and I are in one of those mesmerizing eye locks I love. My hand is on his hip.
"Okay, Rich. Are you ready for more?" A quick brush of my fingers over the tenting fabric of his slacks tells me just how very ready Rich is for more of me. He jerks a bit as nerves register the sensation of a man touching his crotch. He nods.
Part 2 -
I start to unbutton his dress shirt. Forcing myself to slow down for his benefit goes against my instinct to rip the clothes from his tight body, and ravish him quickly. In the lead up to entering his bedroom, I feasted on the shapes and bulges of him that his rather tight clothing revealed to my hungry eyes. Rich has a beautiful balance of scale to his body that would win awards in any physique contest. I could see wisps of auburn chest hair atop bulging pecs just below his throat. I want to jump and nail him. I want to leave a big hickey on his neck to mark him as mine. I want to see what else his clothes are clinging to.
"Can I undress you, too?" I nod, although at this point I have no desire to focus on feeling his attentions. I just need to keep peeling away the layers of his things until all of his flesh is mine to take in. I toss his shirt to the floor. He seems to be a fastidious person, yet shows no sign of annoyance at my callous disregard for his clothing. He is breathing through his mouth, which always signals a kind of nervous anticipation to me...in a good way. His breath is warm and sweet; and it is enflaming my desire for him beyond my endurance.
"You have a wonderful body, Rich. Lift your arms for me so we can get rid of your undershirt." It is one of those 'wife beater' types. His shoulders and pecs and arms are already flush and starting to sweat. The sheen on his skin is intoxicating. I want to lick him and taste him and melt my body into his. As he lifts up, his full pit hair display makes me shudder! I take in a quick breath and let out a little: "uhh."
"You okay?" I nod. He is the first 'natural' man I have been with. Most guys these days shave their pits and pubes. My own are trimmed short. I never thought much about it. Licking those areas was always fun to me! But seeing the density of a manly plume filling the deep cavities of his muscular torso have my head spinning.
"Are your pubes this full?" I have not taken my eyes from his pits. If he did not say 'yes', I would not have noticed just a simple nod. We had agreed to meet freshly showered and ready for anything; without deodorant or cologne to mask natures' ways. As he begins to lower his arms, I am reaching for the one nearest me and holding it upright. My face is pressing onto that plume until it bottoms out onto his skin. Taking as deep an inhale as I can, his scent is filling my lungs, and targeting every sensual nerve ending in my body. I pull away slightly with a broad smile on my face.
