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Beginner's Luck
by Ron Dalanor (address withheld)
***
A slice of the author's life story... A first gay
encounter between a straight and gay guy. It was only
curiosity after all. (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)
***
Wes stood in the doorway to my apartment. He was
dressed in a pin-stripped grey three piece suit, white
shirt, and red tie. A bottle of wine was in his hand.
An enormous war raged inside me in an attempt to decide
if this was indeed the right thing to do.
Wes, the thirty-nine year old dean of student services
at the university where I attended graduate school, was
going to be my first man-to-man sexual experience.
Technically speaking, Wes would be my second, but the
first incident occurred under such bizarre
circumstances that I am not sure it should count. You
see, after more than a year of celibacy (a conscious
reaction to my second failed engagement), my
subconscious mind took over, and I let a guy suck my
dick.
Though totally sober at the time, the whole memory of
the experience is anything but clear. The experience
with that guy was comparable to waking from a deep
sleep to discover that a stranger is going down on you.
Only, I hadn't been asleep. I had been doing laundry,
and I remember the guy being in the Laundromat doing
his laundry as well.
The next thing I recalled was that I was in his
apartment standing there looking down at him slurping
on my cock. The urge to wretch at that sight was
strong, but the urge to get off and shoot my load in
his mouth was even stronger. Thus, it happened.
I invited Wes in, closed the door, and locked the door.
I felt rather weak all over. Wes was a nice guy and a
nice looking guy, but I was having serious thoughts
about going through with this encounter. My history was
just not the proper foundation for being gay.
From age eleven, when I got my first piece, until now,
I had been following after a good pair of hooters,
chasing shirts, and fucking pussy. Twelve years of
experience couldn't be dismissed overnight. Although I
hadn't once even pondered the possibility of sex with
another guy, the curiosity was strong enough now (after
the blowjob) to keep me from calling the whole thing
off.
I got wine glasses and poured us both a glass of wine.
I downed mine quickly and poured another. We sat making
small talk. Wes' curly, dark brown hair had just a
touch of grey at the temples and framed his tanned
complexion elegantly. These features provided a perfect
canvass for the somberness of his green eyes.
Wes began rubbing my thigh as we talked. His touch was
gentle and not demanding. Whatever erotic feeling that
should have come from the contact was overridden by a
tremendous urge to urinate. Twice already since Wes'
arrival, I had found it critical to take a leak. This
one couldn't be put off either.
As I stood in the bathroom taking a piss, I tried to
convince myself that it would all work out. As I
explained it to myself, Wes would give me a blowjob and
then leave. That, after all, was what I thought gay sex
was about. Anything beyond having a guy blow me was
unimaginable.
When I came back, Wes and I resumed our trivial
conversation. Wes also, after a brief period, resumed
massaging my thigh. When he reached my cock, all
conversation stopped. Though it took me some time, I
eventually looked into his face as he rubbed my dick.
What I saw in his eyes shocked me. Wes wanted me, and
he wanted me real bad. Desire was the catalyst. I felt
my nipples go erect, and my rod got rock hard real
fast.
My biggest weakness was, and still is, an egocentric
need to be wanted, to be desired. When I can see, hear,
feel, smell and taste the lust that another person has
for me, I almost always wind up giving them what they
want. I give in, but not before I make the person work
for what he or she wants. Exercising that kind of power
over another individual stimulates a flood of
adrenaline, and I crave that rush.
Wes' free hand began stroking my chest. He ran his
nails across my prominent pecs repeatedly before he
began making circles around my nipples. I humped my
crotch into his other hand to see what reaction he
would have. His gentleness turned into a desperation to
get inside my pants. I noticed that Wes' breathing was
heavier and inconsistent.
Wes dropped to the floor and slid himself between my
legs. He rubbed his face in my crotch moving back and
forth. His lips began tracing my dick up and down. The
entire time he was doing this he was also loosening his
tie and unbuttoning his shirt. His suit jacket had been
removed during one of my frequent bathroom visits.
My zipper seemed to present a slight challenge for Wes
as he fumbled with it to eventual success. He began
pulling my trousers down, and I stood to aid him in his
quest. My briefs disappeared in a flash. My eyes were
clenched closed in fear and in anticipation. Warm and
wet was the feeling of Wes' tongue as it slowly moved
across every inch of my ball sac. I felt his tongue
slide from the base of my cock forward to its big,
throbbing tip as if to beckon it into his waiting
mouth.
The hotness of his mouth sent a sensation through my
body that forced my eyes open. The fascination of
watching him suck me kept growing. He slid up and down
my pole so effortlessly and with such lust and passion.
Seeing how much he wanted my dick kick started my
libido into overdrive. I stepped back, keeping my cock
just out of the reach of his mouth. Wes sat there on
his knees with one hand balancing him and the other
hand feeling up his own cock through his clothes. I
held my rod and teased him with it. He would lunge for
it whenever I brought it close to his lips.
"Come on. Let me suck it some more. Please. I'll make
you feel real good." Wes said as his face begged.
That was it. It was that pleading look and the sound in
his voice that I loved. I pushed my dick against his
lips, and he resumed providing that wonderfully hot
washing to it. He was giving me great head, but I
wanted more. I wanted him to take it all. I wanted to
hear him gag on it and then still go back for more.
I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed him
all the way down on my cock while thrusting it deep
into his mouth. I held him there feeling his torrid
breath on my pubic hair. He choked and struggled to get
free. I held him for a bit before letting him wrangled
free. Wes coughed and gasped for air; tears welled up
in his eyes. Despite all this, when he recovered, he
went right back to sucking me.
Wes had unzipped his pants and was playing with his
cock with only half the enthusiasm he was showing mine.
He was going up and down on my shaft fast and furious,
and he periodically took it all the way down. It was
great; it was far better than any blowjob a woman had
ever given me. I was really getting into it when Wes
stopped, sat back on his haunches, and started rapidly
removing his clothes.
"Did I make your cock feel good?" Wes gasped as he
struggled to get quickly out of his clothes.
"Yeah, it feels great." I responded as I stroked my
cock in his direction.
"I want that dick; I love that dick. I want it all!"
Wes moaned before he rammed his mouth all the way down
to the base of my cock.
Wes went back to sucking my boner with immense zeal. As
he sucked, he helped me out of my shoes, my pants, and
briefs. Wes' hands ran lightly up and down my thighs
and softly across my buns. He began pushing my ass so
that I was fucking his face. He seemed to get even more
turned on each time I thrust into his mouth.
"I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked real bad!"
Wes said as he stood up and hugged me.
He kept pressing my crotch into his. He held me close
and tight. His face was close enough to mine for me to
feel and smell his breath. To me, it was evident that
Wes wanted to kiss me, but I wasn't exactly sure if
that was what I wanted. Getting my wiener washed by a
guy was one thing, but kissing a guy might be too much,
especially after he had been sucking my dick.
"Please. Do what you want to me." he whispered as he
stared directly in my face.
I kissed him. It felt awkward at first, but I got into
it. As I felt the heat of his mouth, I kissed him
harder. My tongue searched his mouth not knowing what
it was searching for but enjoying it nonetheless. When
the kiss finally broke, Wes began licking my nipples.
The sensation was electric. Each time his tongue
touched one of my tits my breathing stopped and my ball
sac contracted. No woman had ever made me feel this
good. I returned the favor by sucking on his nipples.
"Chew on 'em! Yeah! Get rough with 'em!" he panted.
I eagerly complied by pulling and biting his tits real
hard. I could not believe that I was doing this with a
guy, but I had always loved tits. These were smaller
but no less responsive. The more I worked them over and
the more he moaned in reaction got me hotter and pulled
me in deeper into greater enjoyment of man sex.
Things nearly fell apart at this juncture. While I was
chewing on his tits, Wes tried to get his finger in my
bung hole. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, at the
wrist, in a death grip. I ceased working on his tits
and glared directly into his face. Wes quickly realized
his mistake and immediately tried to make amends.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Let me kiss it and
make it better." he said with adolescent seductiveness.
Wes moved swiftly after I loosened my grip on his
wrist. He darted behind me and dropped to his knees
before I could react or respond. He kissed my ass! He
kissed it lightly and gently. His kisses turned into
licks which moved from cheek to cheek. His tongue
dashed into my hole without warning and flicked all
along my ass-crack. He grabbed my hips and sank his hot
tongue into my bunghole.
My mind exploded with an overload of sensations. My
legs went weak, and, for a few seconds, Wes' was
completely holding me up. Though the strength returned
to my legs, sensory overload continued as he lick from
my hole to my ball sac and fucked my hole with is
tongue.
I heard myself moaning uncontrollably, and I found
myself pushing his face deeper into my ass. This was
incredible, and I didn't want it to end. Tiring of the
position and the stress my shoving was putting on his
neck, Wes stretched out on his back on the floor.
"Sit on my face! I eat your ass out. I'll doing
anything to make you feel good!" he said pulling me
down on him.
I took to the floor with little hesitation. I placed my
knees on the outside of his shoulders and began
lowering my ass toward his face. The thrill of tongue
is ass was short circuiting every neuron in my brain. I
was literally bouncing up and down on his face, up and
down on his tongue.
This first encounter was to establish great precedence.
The rule that was created then still holds true today.
Perhaps I should have it tattooed on my ass-cheeks. In
black bold letters it would read "Tongues Only!" on one
cheek. The other cheek would have a big red tongue with
the tip pointed toward my ass-crack.
Wes pulled on arm free and groped for his pants while
keeping me in extreme joy. He took a tiny packet from
his pants. He moved his hand to his own butt and
squeezed the packet till it spilled its contents onto
his balls. Wes rubbed his fingers in this gob of stuff
and then applied it to his ass, inserting the fingers
inside slowly. He grabbed my hand pulled it down to his
butt. I was naive as to what men did, so I didn't get
it. Wes took my hands and separated my index finger
from the rest. He pushed it directly to his hole.
"Put it in! Finger fuck me!" Wes uttered in what seemed
like desperation.
I was very tentative about this deal. I glided my
finger in carefully and slowly. How could a guy like
this? I mean a tonguing felt good but this? Again Wes
stopped eating my ass out long enough to say something.
"Shove two fingers in! Do it hard!"
He asked for it, and I gave it to him, though still
with great reluctance. His response surprised me. He
moaned, he squirmed and he worked his tongue into my
ass even harder and deeper. He really liked this;
somehow it felt good to him. I got adventurous and put
three fingers in.
"Oh yeah! That's it! Get my ass ready for that cock of
yours." Wes moaned.
My cock? No! That couldn't be it. Could it? Did some
guys like to be fucked? Were all guys who were gay
supposed to like getting it in the ass? My logic
circuit got overloaded at the possibilities and
temporarily shut down. Instinct took over.
Wes pushed my ass away from his face and kept pushing
until I stood up. He scrambled for his pants and
removed a condom from the packet. He tore it open and
began to put it on my cock. It was so odd watching a
man put a rubber on my dick. At the same time, it was
exciting to watch, especially when my dick seemed to
throb and get noticeably harder than before.
I had always found and efficiency apartment convenient
for seducing women because its bedroom/living room
combination kept the bed handy. It also kept the
feeling of sexual tension omnipresent. Wes took
advantage of the set up. He crawled to the bed, laid on
his back, and pulled his legs up in the air.
"I need to be fucked real bad. I want your dick in me.
Shove it in had and fuck me!" Wes moaned out with no
shame and no hesitation.
I moved to the foot of the bed. I was intensely excited
and exceptionally overwhelmed by the idea of fucking a
guy. His ass-pucker twitched, opening and closing as if
to confirm the words its owner had uttered. I stood
there totally fascinated at the sight; I was
unconsciously stoking my condom covered cock.
"Please, I need it. I need it bad." he pleaded with
great sincerity.
I got onto the bed and moved into position. I tried to
get it into him, but he was tight and the angle was
awkward. Wes grabbed the pillows and shoved them under
his ass. The new angle was perfect, but he was still
tighter than any pussy I had ever entered. A dick can
glide effortlessly into a pussy, but it literally has
to rape an ass for entrance. As I looked at the big
head of my dick and the small pick pucker-hole of his,
I kept thinking that it was impossible.
"Push it in! Make me take it!" Wes yelled breaking me
out of wonderment.
This time I pushed at his ass hard. It gave enough to
let most of the head of my cock into him. He yelled,
and I stopped immediately. His hands, however, grabbed
my butt and pulled me in deeper. I felt my dick sink
into him.
"Yes! All the way....put it all the way in!"
I forced my dick as far as I could, and I felt my pubic
hair grind into the flesh of his butt. He moaned,
grimaced, and clenched his eyes closed. I felt his
whole body tremble and shake. My dick was inside a
hole, it was a man's hole, but that seems to make
little difference to my dong. It... I... We began to
fuck Wes. The absolute tightness held me to slow,
shallow thrusts. Wes kept moaning and moaning. He was
enjoying the hell out of my cock; he liked it inside
him. Wes, I think, liked getting dicked better than a
woman did.
I was enthralled watching this guy as I fucked him. I
drank in his every response which fueled my lust and
drove me on. Gradually, his ass muscles relaxed, and
the plowing got easier. Little by little, I fucked him
deeper, harder, and faster.
"That's it! Do it to me! Fuck me hard! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Wes cried out opening his eyes for the first time since
I entered him.
Wes half raised himself while pulling me down to his
face. He kissed me, and I kissed back. The whole room
seemed to get hotter, and I fucked him harder and
faster. My leg cramped a bit at the thigh. I slowed my
pace and pulled nearly out of him to let the spasm
pass. When it did, I shoved my dick back into him hard.
"Oh, yes! That's it!" he moaned as his body shuddered.
I repeated the action, and Wes continued to cry out in
pleasure. I kept doing it, and he kept responding.
Making a man take my dick and watching him enjoying me
fucking him had me more excited than I had ever been
before. I was too excited to cum. I just wanted to keep
fucking him and making him enjoy my cock. The cum that
was beading up at his cock slit told me how much I was
getting to him.
Fucking and fucking for long periods of time was
commonplace for me. I had trained myself not to get off
until I had made my female partners climax. I was
prepared for the long haul. However, Wes was a guy,
and, as he later explained to me, man sex usually went
for a much shorter period of time. Hell, I had never
fallen into the norm on anything else, and man sex
wasn't going to an exception either.
"My legs are cramping. Let's change positions." Wes
said.
I pulled out of him. Wes got up, pulled another small
packet from his pants, squeezed the contents to his
hand, and again placed it all in his ass. It finally
registered in my mind that men were not as naturally
lubricated as women. I was glad because I loved the hot
friction generated by my dick in his ass.
He slid onto the bed on his stomach this time. I pulled
his hips up to my dick as I sat on my heels and knees.
Wes was on his forearms, but that wasn't enough to keep
me from driving my dick in hard, forcing his face deep
into the pillows which had been thrown back to the head
of the bed.
"Oh, fuck!" Wes yelled audibly even though his face was
as buried in the pillows as my dick was in his ass.
In this position with my hands gripping his hips, I
drilled him fast and furious. My thrusts were deep and
hard. His ass was hot, but I wanted to fuck it hotter.
The sound of my slapping into his ass got louder and
louder, and I got increasingly turned on by it. The
pounding got too much for Wes to take at that pace. He
slid full onto his stomach, and my cock and I went with
him. I was literally doing push ups into his ass, but
this position forced me to slow the pace a bit. I stiff
armed it as long as I could, and then I slid full onto
him. I began biting his neck and shoulders.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me!" he moaned. "Talk dirty to me.
Make me your bitch!"
Talk dirty to him? He had to be kidding, but I was
intrigued by the thought. Listening to a woman scream
and moan as she climax had always made it easier for me
to get off. Some of them had even liked dirty talk.
But, what did one say when fucking a guy?
"Like my dick in you?" I said testing the waters.
"Oh, yeah. Give it to me hard!" he responded.
This was great! I could make this man suck my dick, I
could make him take my dick up his ass, and I could
make him tell me how good it felt. I was in ass-fucking
heaven.
"You like having that tight, hot ass of yours fucked,
don't you?" I uttered with greater confidence.
"Fuck, yes! Shove that cock in my pussy!"
"You wanna be my bitch, don't you?"
"Yes! I am your bitch! I'm your cock-sucking whore!"
I shoved it to him harder and harder. Every time he
spoke... every time I heard those words my dick got
harder, my hips humped faster, and I eased closer to
nirvana. I pulled nearly all the way and stuck my cock
all the way back in. Each dive brought a louder
response.
"Gettin' my dong shoved in hard hurts that ass-cunt,
doesn't it?"
"Yeah, man. It's hurts real good. Do it to me!"
A floating sensation washed over me. I was there, and I
wasn't there. Wes' moaning got really loud and really
violent. He turned his head, stretching every muscle in
his neck and shoulders. I moved closer to kiss him. Our
kiss became a violent struggle, and I fucked him harder
to subdue him. It had the opposite effect.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! Do it to me! Do it to me! Give me
it! Yes! Oh, yes! I can't... I... I can't hold back!
I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! I'm fuckin'
cumming! Ah! Ah! Oh! Shit! Yeah!"
Wes' body bucked fiercely beneath me as he moaned and
screamed. I slipped my arms around him and held on. I
kept fucking him, but there was anything but a rhythm
to my thrusts. My hips went into sudden overdrive and
produced hard, fast and deeps thrust into his tight
ass. It was all beyond my control. Something clicked in
my brain, and I went over the edge like a charging
stallion who couldn't stop at the precipice's edge.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled. "Take my fuckin' hot load!"
"Yeah, baby! Cum in my ass! Grind it in there; give me
all your hot cum!" Wes moaned like someone in a drug
induced state.
I kept humping and grinding until fully collapsed on
him. We were soaked with sweat, and I was sure most of
it was mine. My mind was somewhere between earth and
the moon; I was lost. I had never cum that hard.
I don't know how long we laid there, but it was quite
sometime before either of us could move. I was finally
able to use my arms to push myself up, but they shook
spasmodically. My legs were shaking too. I tried to
pull my cock out of his ass, but it was locked in tight
by his assring.
"Easy! Take it slow. You fucked me so hard that it
doesn't wanna let go!"
We had created a sexual version of "The Sword in the
Stone". It was not easy getting out of him. I had sunk
my dick into the hilt when I came, and I had to
literally drag it out little by little. I was too
excited by all of this to lose my erection.
When I was finally able to pull free, the noise of my
exit sounded like a giant fart. We both laughed until
tears were rolling down our faces. Wes stopped suddenly
and kissed me. We wrapped ourselves into one another
and just kept kissing. Wes reached down to my still
hard dick and pulled off the rubber.
"You're a fuckin' horny stud, aren't you?" Wes teased
as he play with my cock.
He pushed me fully onto my back from my side. He began
jerking my cock and licking and sucking at my tits. It
was good, very good. I needed it; I still needed
release. I wanted and needed to cum again. Wes seemed
to understand this urgency. He kissed me passionately
and stroked my rod faster, gripping it tighter in his
fist.
Wes scooted down the bed, switched hands on my dick,
and began licking my balls. I found myself stroking my
own nipples and drifting around the universe at this
feeling Wes was giving me. Wes snagged a pillow and put
it under my ass. He made it possible for his tongue to
slip once again into my ass. I heard myself moan and
yell at him.
"Stick that tongue in there! Eat this fuckin' man's
ass!"
Wes began sucking my dick. He kept going up and down on
it faster and faster. He would go from my dick to my
ass and back again. When his mouth left his hand would
take over. I felt the load building deep in my balls. I
didn't want it too soon, it felt too good, but I
couldn't stop it. With his tongue buried deep in my ass
and his hand milking my dick, I was on the verge, and
there was no turning back.
"I'm gonna cum! Oh god, I'm gonna shoot!"
Wes didn't miss a beat as his mouth replaced his hand.
I started shooting and shaking from head to toe. Wes
buried my dick deep in his mouth, and I kept bucking
till it was deep in his throat. Cum exploded out of my
cock, and lights exploded in my head.
I shook and bucked, but Wes hung tight no letting a
drop get lost. He drained out every tiny drop, and
finally my body relaxed. I heard Wes gulp and swallow,
and felt him lick away any cum that was still on my
rod.
"Man, you're good." I heard Wes say as we finally sat
up on the bed. "Nobody has ever fucked me like that and
make me cum."
"Really?" I said as I lit a cigarette.
I wasn't a very heavy smoker, but I had never wanted a
cigarette as badly as I did that moment. Wes' statement
struck me as odd. It would seem that the objective of
fucking would be to get the other person to cum as well
as yourself. I had much to learn, but I had discovered
a great deal with this first encounter. Principally, I
had discovered that man sex was good - very, very, very
good!
In the next few months with Wes I would discover much,
much more. Three or four times a week I would
rediscover how good fucking a guy felt. I also,
unfortunately, discovered two weeks into our affair
that Wes was married and the father of two kids. I was
too naive to read the signs and know better. It amazed
me that a guy who fucked women would like to get fucked
himself. After all, I had no desire to be fucked.
Wes helped me discover over and over again how wrong
that concept had been. I discovered that some guys like
to fuck, and some like to get fucked. Even some claimed
to like it both ways. Some guys liked to suck dick,
some liked getting their dicks sucked, and some liked
both. For me, the jury would be out on this issue for
quite some time yet.
I also discovered that my endurance while fucking was
unusual. For a while, that made me feel good. Too bad
that there aren't more guys whose endurance at getting
poked can match mine at giving it to them, or, at the
very least, more guys who loved getting screwed more
than once each session.
I discovered much more, but one overriding lesson was
learned. I learned that lusting for men didn't change
me. I didn't suddenly develop a limp wrist, there was
no added swish to my walk, my sense of color and design
didn't get better, and I couldn't pick out cafe
curtains if my life depended on it. I was basically the
same as always. Liking men, being gay, bisexual, or
whatever, was only another part of who I was. It was
not the whole just a part - a very enjoyable part.
1992
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