My first experience with another guy was many years ago, when I was eighteen. I had left my parents home and had rented a small flat from an older guy while I looked around for a job. Bert was in his early forties, quite good-looking and fairly muscular for his age. I, on the other hand, was tall and quite thin, as I hadn’t started to fill out yet and I guess, still naive for my age.
Although it was a single bed flat, I had the place to myself as Bert had another flat he lived in. He would come round occasionally and chat or have a drink with me. One evening, he had brought a bottle of vodka round and we sat drinking and chatting. It was quite late and we were both a little drunk and he suggested staying the night. I didn’t think anything of it and simply got ready for bed while he had a shower.
He only had a towel around him when he returned from the bathroom and I could see he was quite a hairy guy with very defined chest and arm muscles. I didn’t think anything of it as he walked naked towards me and joined me in bed. We spent a while chatting before we both dropped off to sleep.
In the morning, although I was wearing underpants, I could feel his hand stroking my cock. Initially, I felt shocked at this and supposed he was still asleep and didn’t know what he was doing. The stroking seemed to go on for ages and I lay there, still pretending to be asleep. I felt a lovely erotic feeling in me as he stroked and I could feel his hairy chest tickling my back, as he was so close to me. I lay there, wanting to touch him but I daren’t in case he woke up. I still though he was asleep. After what felt like hours, he moved very slightly closer towards me and I could feel his cock against me and it was large and very erect. I still thought he was asleep so I decided to turn onto my back and see what happened. He stopped touching me and I felt quite disappointed that he had stopped so I just lay there, still pretending to be asleep.