Fantasy of a first Bi encounter
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Hi all, this is my first attempt at a story for Xhamster, so please bear with me.
It is a fantasy about a first real encounter with a Xhamster contact. Other than the possibility of meeting we haven’t discussed details at all, this is one version of that first encounter as played out in my head.
Paul, I don’t even know his real name, said it would be easier to meet at his house as his wife was staying away with family. I had his address and a time to meet, instructions to park the car around the corner; that was it. I knew what he looked like from the neck down although during a Skype wanking session, I had seen glimpses of part of his head. Not enough to recognise him in the street but enough to know if the wrong person answered the door.
I arrived a few minutes early and parked the car as instructed. I was seriously nervous as I had never done this before. I’d dreamt of it and cum buckets over the idea, but never had the nerve actually to meet anyone else, male or female. We agreed on a very precise time so that Paul would know it was me at the door. I knocked firmly and then wondered if it sounded so loud the neighbours would hear – my nerves were wrecked. The erection I’d had during the drive down was now gone, a mix of fear and the cold.
The door opened promptly, had he been behind the waiting in anticipation? He looked me straight in the eyes and said firmly, “Say nothing, just follow me”. As Paul walked off, I stepped in to the house, quietly closed the door and, as instructed, followed him. He led the way into the living room. He was wearing jeans and a loose fitting shirt. Once in the living room, Paul turned to me and said “Stop there”. I was a couple of metres from him. I did as I was told. My erection was coming back!
Paul leant back against the arm of the sofa, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. I remembered the flat stomach with a dusting of hair. I removed my jacket, partly to follow his lead and because I was beginning to get really quite hot. I stopped at my shirt as I wanted him to lead at that moment and I would follow in silence after I’d taken in the sight before me.
Paul unbuckled his belt. I noticed the bulge in his jeans, pushed over to his left. I’d seen him online and knew that he had a firm and good-sized cock, I expected it would be a little moist at the tip right now. I really wanted to find out that detail in the flesh. He slowly undid the button and lowered his zip, fuck how long was that zip, it seemed to take ages to get to the end and the sound was so loud in my head.
He slowly pushed his jeans down revealing himself to be wearing a pair of his wife’s panties. Very shear, pink lacy ones. They couldn’t contain his hardon nor his balls. His cockhead, well probably nearer half his cock, was sticking up and out of the panties. His balls were hanging from one side.
He stood upright with his jeans just below his knees. He watched me gazing at his lace covered cock and licking my lips. I had never been this close to another cock and never been so turned on. As I realised he’d stopped undressing I looked up, he had a slight grin, looking proud of both is body and the effect it was having on me, and he should be.
Paul resumed the removal of his jeans. I realised that he didn’t have socks on, hey it was his house , so that left him stood in all his glory in pink lacy panties. Well mostly not in to be factual as his erection was so proudly way too big for the pants.
Paul stood looking at me, gauging my reaction. He could tell that I was really pleased with what I saw and what might lie ahead this evening. He then slowly turned to his left and with his thighs against the arm of the sofa he rotated slowly until he faced away from me.
I just had to watch his arse come into view. His arse is firm and looked good from the side. His turning revealed the panties to be a thong. In a Skype session he’d worn a thong and described how it felt between the cheeks of his arse and, of course, the touching of his arsehole. With his thighs against the sofa, he slowly bent forward. There was of course no material to stretch but I could see that the strip of fabric must have been pressing tighter across his hole.
I resisted reaching for him. He started to straighten up and then to turn slowly back to face me. I could now see wetness at the tip of his cock, the small show had turned him on.
He stared at me with a slight grin. I started to undo my shirt. I’m not as slim as Paul so I was a little unsure how he’d see me. A grainy, poorly lit Skype isn’t much to see and now he was seeing me in detail. He grinned more, so I took that to be a good sign.
His right hand slowly dropped to his cock. He gave it a little stroke between thumb and first finger. He found the wetness and rubbed it between his fingers. I was looking at his cock and not his face but I believe he didn’t stop looking at me.
I was still wearing shoes, so I quickly pulled them off and followed with my socks. I pulled off my shirt and put my hands on my belt buckle. Now it was his turn to watch my undressing.
I tried to do it slowly as he did, but my hands were shaking and fuck did I want to be naked with him soon. I pushed my jeans to my knees just as he did. I was wearing tight stretchy black underwear, mens not womens. It showed off my erection and kept it within the waist band, Paul licked his lips and his grin broadened.
I reached for my jeans again, but Paul spoke. It was such a surprise, we seemed to have been in silence for such a long time. He started to bend down and step forward saying “Here, let me help you”. I straightened and opened my arms to give him access.
Paul knelt before me, he reached for the waistband of my jeans as if he was about to push them down further. But he just stopped at that point. His head was level and very close to my underwear covered cock. He was just staring at it. He moved his head from side to side as trying to see through the fabric. I’m sure he could see my cock twitching with excitement.
As much as I was appreciating the feeling of being analysed in such a sexual way, I wanted to move on. I lifted my right leg to pull it from my jeans. Paul barely moved, letting me do the work. I pulled my right foot out and then did the same with my left leg. I now stood in front of a kneeling Paul. I took control now, by taking a small step forward to the point that my cock was touching his face. I heard him breathe in deeply, smelling me. I felt his lips grip my erection. He then ran his tongue along my cock, pressing the fabric to my skin. He stretched his neck to get his head tipped at the head of my cock wanting to kiss and lick it. To steady himself, he reached his hands to my arse. As my underwear was a fuller shape, he slipped his hands under the fabric. God, that was an electric feeling. He cupped my arse, very slightly gripping and relaxing his hands.
His lips were now trying to take my cock head into his mouth. Still covered in the fabric of my underwear he could only go so far. I took my waistband at the sides of my underwear and slowly pushed it down. The front was hooked over my cock which was just inside Paul’s mouth. I slid my left hand along the waistband nudging Paul’s face off my cock and then unhooked the elastic. As I moved my hand away, my stiff cock leant away from my body pressing against Paul’s face. He let it slide towards his lips. In an instant he had my cock in his mouth.
He was bobbing his head up and down on my cock, pulling me gently with his hands on my arse. We both are uncut with a good amount of foreskin. His mouth was only gently moving my foreskin so Paul pulled his right hand off my arse and took hold of my cock. He withdrew my foreskin and then began to suck just the head of my cock. He ran his tongue around my exposed head, licking the tip, probing the hole and generally doing a fucking god job of it. He gently stroked my cock, pushing my skin into his mouth and then withdrawing it again. It felt so good.
I placed my hands on his head and slowly met his mouth with a push. We increased the speed of stroking and me fucking his face. It was getting almost too good. I stopped and held his head, slowly drawing him off my cock. I stepped back. There was a line of saliva from his mouth to my cock head, it looked so horny.
I tilted his head back and said “My turn”. Those were my first words of the evening.
He stood up and stepped back to the sofa. He sat down on the arm and leant back. I dropped to my knees. The site was gorgeous. A precum leaking cock that was encased in far too small lacy pants.
I leant in and pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft. The lace stimulated my tongue as I drew it along the length of his erection. I continued off the fabric and ran my tongue along the smooth hot skin. I sucked his foreskin and pulled at it with my teeth. I repeated this a few times to the sound of Paul’s moans. I cupped his balls and gave them a kiss before running my tongue across them in all directions. The hair was soft and wiry and I could feel his balls moving under the pressure of my tongue. As I did that, I used my right hand to caress his cock, slowly rubbing his foreskin up and down.
I then took a gentle bite of his cock shaft. I looked up and saw he had his eyes closed leaning back. I gripped his hips and forced him to turn around. He looked surprised but then realised how he would soon be facing. With a grin he let me twist him to be looking away from me. More specifically, he was now showing his thong-clad arse to me.
I gripped both buttocks and kissed his left then right cheek. I kneaded his arse and pulled it apart, pushed it together. I saw the thin strip of thong appear then disappear. That was it, all inhibition and worry went. I pulled his cheeks apart and from the top of his arse, I ran my tongue along the thong between his cheeks. As I reached his hole, I pressed the fabric into him. Obviously not much really went in, but the pressure must have felt good as he sighed and then groaned deeply. I reached up and pressed on his back, so he was now folded up more. I had access to his balls and began to lick them from behind.
I lifted my head and slipped fingers under the thong near the waistband. Slowly I drew my hand down pulling the thong out and sideways. His puckered hole sat there staring back at me. I made a point of my tongue and pressed it to his hole. I pulled his hips to me trying to drill my tongue deeper. I twisted my head left and right while wiggling my tongue. I’m sure he pushed back against my tongue.
I pulled the waistband down and followed its progress between his cheeks with my tongue. I spread his legs a little to get the panties off and quickly took a few licks at his balls. With the panties at his thighs, I again turned his hips to get him back facing me. As he lifted his feet to turn, the panties dropped to his ankles. I retrieved them.
I sat back on my heels, held the thong to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled. Both the front and the back received my attention. I knelt upright and reached for his stiff cock. I looked fabulous, leaking precum, and occasionally twitching. I wrapped the thong around his cock and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. I lowered my head onto his cock, taking a cock in my mouth for the first time.
The taste was divine, slightly salty, slightly sticky. The softness combined with the rigidity was a surprise, although having my own cock I should have understood that. But to have one in my mouth was a delight, warm, soft, hard, salty, wet, and as Paul started to moan and to push into my face, clearly it was an eager cock!
I pulled his foreskin back and withdrew my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, I simply had to push my face back down. I needed to rather than just wanted to. I began a rhythm of up and down. I kept his skin held back so his head was receiving all of the attention. I could feel more precum leaking so I began to slowly wank his cock with my hand while sucking him. I swapped hands and slid my left hand around to his arse. He was sitting on the sofa so I couldn’t get far. I slid my hand between his legs, grazing his balls. I placed my middle finger between the crushed cheeks of his arse and probed as best I could.
The rubbing of my finger seemed to be good for Paul. He moaned deeper and I felt his cock pulsing. I felt him lift himself up a little and then he must have spread his arse as my finger slipped easily to his hole. He held himself up for a few seconds and I made the most by bending my finger and trying to enter him. My earlier licking and maybe a bit of sweat lubricated his hole and the tip of my finger slipped in. God, his hole was hot.
He sat back down, forcing my finger deeper. At this point, he gripped my head and tried to push into my face. That released the pressure from my finger so he switched to pulling my head onto his cock. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying my attention and might be close to filling my mouth with cum.
I was no longer solely in control. I wiggled my finger in his dark hot hole, probing as deep as I could. I was stroking his cock, rubbing his foreskin up and down, but when it came to my mouth on his cock, he drove the pace of that and boy was the pace picking up.
He drove my head up and down for a couple of minutes and then slowed with a deeper pull, each time trying to get his cock deeper in my mouth. I heard a slow deeper growl from him and he began to tense. There was no telling me that he was cumming, we’d spoken so few words that it just seemed to be an understanding of what would happen this evening.
As best I could I thrust my finger as deep into his arse as possible, I pulled firmly down on his foreskin and on a deep thrust I sucked with everything I had and held my head deep on his cock shaft. He tensed, tensed some more and then pulled tight on my head. His spunk shot from the core of his balls and filled my mouth. I tried not to cough, his cock filled my mouth so there wasn’t so much room for the hot scalding cum. He twitched again and now my mouth seemed full of his spunk. I had to swallow, or I’d end up with his cum spurting around his cock out past my lips. I did my best to keep swallowing. I lost count at about 6 hard shots into my mouth, why I lost count at just 6 evades me but the sensation was just so fucking intense that I couldn’t concentrate.
He relaxed his grip on my head. I took a deep breath through my nose. But I wasn’t finished. As he relaxed a bit and relaxed his arse onto my hand, I gave him a good thrust back up into his hole. This caused him to jerk and I received another couple of spurts from his cock.
Slowly I withdrew my face, trying to keep all the remaining cum in my mouth. I leant back and we looked at each other. He was red and looked exhausted. I probably looked like the Cheshire cat, but without the smile. If I’d smiled, I’m sure some of the huge volume of spunk would run out through my teeth. I opened my mouth to show him I still had his spunk in there. I licked my lips and then made a show of swallowing.
I sat down on the floor and leant back on my arms. I watched him breathing, recovering his composure. His cock was becoming soft, looking good, looking satisfied. It still had the thong d****d over it. He lifted it off his cock and to his nose. There must have been a couple of drops of cum on them as he licked it off with a grin. Behind him, I noticed a clock on the wall. I’d only been here for 24 minutes. In that time, I’d had so many firsts; seen my first erect cock in the flesh, sucked my first cock, fingered my first arse, swallowed spunk, been sucked by a man. Well it seemed a good way to spend an evening!
Paul stood up and stepped toward me. He put out his hand to help me up. We both stood in front of each other, him stark bollock naked, me still in my underwear. There was no time wasting, he simply shoved my pants down to the floor, pushed me around to the sofa arm and sat me down on it.
He spread my legs and knelt between them. With a quick grin to me, he bent and swallowed my cock, seemingly whole. He bobbed his head up and down and then gripped my arse to pull harder against me. After what had just happened I didn’t think I’d last very long.
I could see that his cock was rising again, and I wanted more of it. I pushed him away – he looked quite surprised. I pushed him sideways so he sat down and then I pushed his shoulders down to the floor, He began to realise what was happening and he lay down fully. I knelt over him, knees either side of his chest and reached for his cock. He lifted his head and kissed and licked my balls. My cock was so hard it was almost horizontal pointing away from his face. He continued to lick my balls while gently pulling my hardness down to meet his lips.
I had his cock in my mouth. It was almost as hard as before, I could taste the residue of his earlier ejaculation and loved it. I wanked him while sucking, my lips meeting my fist every second.
At the other end of our 69, another first done, Paul had my cock in his mouth. There wasn’t so much room for his fist as well so he just sucked away and did great things with his tongue. This was all becoming too much for me, the fun of getting him off and now the joint effort in 69 was bringing me close. And then… Paul reached up and gripped my arse. He ran a finger along my crack and pressed against my hole. Oh wow, that felt good and then his finger disappeared. Two seconds later, it was back, with spit on it and the lubrication to make entry easier. He shoved his finger in gently, but firmly.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve had something up my arse, but it was the first time it wasn’t me putting it there. I wanted to concentrate on sucking his fabulous stiff cock, I wanted to concentrate on not yet cumming myself, but the sensation in my arse hole was too much.
I shot my first load with no warning. I felt Paul turn his head, but with my cock in his mouth and my body on his chest he couldn’t go far. My second load caused him to cough. I reacted by lifting off a bit and then my third load hit his face. My cock sprang up to my stomach and fired a fourth load between us reaching his cock. I couldn’t repeat that shot if I tried. As Paul began to get his breath back and my cock began to settle, I had to take his cock back in my mouth. Now though it had some of my spunk on it. Blending mine with the residue of his, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and started bobbing my head in earnest. I tried just to give him head, pushing his skin back with my lips but I also wanted to hold his hot cock and wank it as well. I did both and as Paul relaxed back into receiving all the attention, I could feel his erection pulse and stiffen more.
This time he said he was about to shoot his load. I pulled back and let him unload his spunk onto my face, rubbing his cock around in the jizzy mess. A few more seconds of spreading his cum after his last shot and I rolled off him and we lay head to toe, spent and ..I don’t know what I felt – it was so good.
He sat up first and offered his hand to me. I reached for it and pulled my self up. He shook my hand and said “Hi by the way. My name’s Paul it’s a pleasure to meet you”. “Welcome to my home”
I burst out laughing, realising that we had said so little to each other but covered so much ground in the silence. Through the laughter, I responded, “Thank you and it’s been a pleasure to meet with you”. I smiled and then with a deep sigh I asked: “So how does a guest get a drink around here, do I have to suck someone off or something”.
Well that’s my fantasy for the first meeting.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
It is a fantasy about a first real encounter with a Xhamster contact. Other than the possibility of meeting we haven’t discussed details at all, this is one version of that first encounter as played out in my head.
Paul, I don’t even know his real name, said it would be easier to meet at his house as his wife was staying away with family. I had his address and a time to meet, instructions to park the car around the corner; that was it. I knew what he looked like from the neck down although during a Skype wanking session, I had seen glimpses of part of his head. Not enough to recognise him in the street but enough to know if the wrong person answered the door.
I arrived a few minutes early and parked the car as instructed. I was seriously nervous as I had never done this before. I’d dreamt of it and cum buckets over the idea, but never had the nerve actually to meet anyone else, male or female. We agreed on a very precise time so that Paul would know it was me at the door. I knocked firmly and then wondered if it sounded so loud the neighbours would hear – my nerves were wrecked. The erection I’d had during the drive down was now gone, a mix of fear and the cold.
The door opened promptly, had he been behind the waiting in anticipation? He looked me straight in the eyes and said firmly, “Say nothing, just follow me”. As Paul walked off, I stepped in to the house, quietly closed the door and, as instructed, followed him. He led the way into the living room. He was wearing jeans and a loose fitting shirt. Once in the living room, Paul turned to me and said “Stop there”. I was a couple of metres from him. I did as I was told. My erection was coming back!
Paul leant back against the arm of the sofa, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. I remembered the flat stomach with a dusting of hair. I removed my jacket, partly to follow his lead and because I was beginning to get really quite hot. I stopped at my shirt as I wanted him to lead at that moment and I would follow in silence after I’d taken in the sight before me.
Paul unbuckled his belt. I noticed the bulge in his jeans, pushed over to his left. I’d seen him online and knew that he had a firm and good-sized cock, I expected it would be a little moist at the tip right now. I really wanted to find out that detail in the flesh. He slowly undid the button and lowered his zip, fuck how long was that zip, it seemed to take ages to get to the end and the sound was so loud in my head.
He slowly pushed his jeans down revealing himself to be wearing a pair of his wife’s panties. Very shear, pink lacy ones. They couldn’t contain his hardon nor his balls. His cockhead, well probably nearer half his cock, was sticking up and out of the panties. His balls were hanging from one side.
He stood upright with his jeans just below his knees. He watched me gazing at his lace covered cock and licking my lips. I had never been this close to another cock and never been so turned on. As I realised he’d stopped undressing I looked up, he had a slight grin, looking proud of both is body and the effect it was having on me, and he should be.
Paul resumed the removal of his jeans. I realised that he didn’t have socks on, hey it was his house , so that left him stood in all his glory in pink lacy panties. Well mostly not in to be factual as his erection was so proudly way too big for the pants.
Paul stood looking at me, gauging my reaction. He could tell that I was really pleased with what I saw and what might lie ahead this evening. He then slowly turned to his left and with his thighs against the arm of the sofa he rotated slowly until he faced away from me.
I just had to watch his arse come into view. His arse is firm and looked good from the side. His turning revealed the panties to be a thong. In a Skype session he’d worn a thong and described how it felt between the cheeks of his arse and, of course, the touching of his arsehole. With his thighs against the sofa, he slowly bent forward. There was of course no material to stretch but I could see that the strip of fabric must have been pressing tighter across his hole.
I resisted reaching for him. He started to straighten up and then to turn slowly back to face me. I could now see wetness at the tip of his cock, the small show had turned him on.
He stared at me with a slight grin. I started to undo my shirt. I’m not as slim as Paul so I was a little unsure how he’d see me. A grainy, poorly lit Skype isn’t much to see and now he was seeing me in detail. He grinned more, so I took that to be a good sign.
His right hand slowly dropped to his cock. He gave it a little stroke between thumb and first finger. He found the wetness and rubbed it between his fingers. I was looking at his cock and not his face but I believe he didn’t stop looking at me.
I was still wearing shoes, so I quickly pulled them off and followed with my socks. I pulled off my shirt and put my hands on my belt buckle. Now it was his turn to watch my undressing.
I tried to do it slowly as he did, but my hands were shaking and fuck did I want to be naked with him soon. I pushed my jeans to my knees just as he did. I was wearing tight stretchy black underwear, mens not womens. It showed off my erection and kept it within the waist band, Paul licked his lips and his grin broadened.
I reached for my jeans again, but Paul spoke. It was such a surprise, we seemed to have been in silence for such a long time. He started to bend down and step forward saying “Here, let me help you”. I straightened and opened my arms to give him access.
Paul knelt before me, he reached for the waistband of my jeans as if he was about to push them down further. But he just stopped at that point. His head was level and very close to my underwear covered cock. He was just staring at it. He moved his head from side to side as trying to see through the fabric. I’m sure he could see my cock twitching with excitement.
As much as I was appreciating the feeling of being analysed in such a sexual way, I wanted to move on. I lifted my right leg to pull it from my jeans. Paul barely moved, letting me do the work. I pulled my right foot out and then did the same with my left leg. I now stood in front of a kneeling Paul. I took control now, by taking a small step forward to the point that my cock was touching his face. I heard him breathe in deeply, smelling me. I felt his lips grip my erection. He then ran his tongue along my cock, pressing the fabric to my skin. He stretched his neck to get his head tipped at the head of my cock wanting to kiss and lick it. To steady himself, he reached his hands to my arse. As my underwear was a fuller shape, he slipped his hands under the fabric. God, that was an electric feeling. He cupped my arse, very slightly gripping and relaxing his hands.
His lips were now trying to take my cock head into his mouth. Still covered in the fabric of my underwear he could only go so far. I took my waistband at the sides of my underwear and slowly pushed it down. The front was hooked over my cock which was just inside Paul’s mouth. I slid my left hand along the waistband nudging Paul’s face off my cock and then unhooked the elastic. As I moved my hand away, my stiff cock leant away from my body pressing against Paul’s face. He let it slide towards his lips. In an instant he had my cock in his mouth.
He was bobbing his head up and down on my cock, pulling me gently with his hands on my arse. We both are uncut with a good amount of foreskin. His mouth was only gently moving my foreskin so Paul pulled his right hand off my arse and took hold of my cock. He withdrew my foreskin and then began to suck just the head of my cock. He ran his tongue around my exposed head, licking the tip, probing the hole and generally doing a fucking god job of it. He gently stroked my cock, pushing my skin into his mouth and then withdrawing it again. It felt so good.
I placed my hands on his head and slowly met his mouth with a push. We increased the speed of stroking and me fucking his face. It was getting almost too good. I stopped and held his head, slowly drawing him off my cock. I stepped back. There was a line of saliva from his mouth to my cock head, it looked so horny.
I tilted his head back and said “My turn”. Those were my first words of the evening.
He stood up and stepped back to the sofa. He sat down on the arm and leant back. I dropped to my knees. The site was gorgeous. A precum leaking cock that was encased in far too small lacy pants.
I leant in and pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft. The lace stimulated my tongue as I drew it along the length of his erection. I continued off the fabric and ran my tongue along the smooth hot skin. I sucked his foreskin and pulled at it with my teeth. I repeated this a few times to the sound of Paul’s moans. I cupped his balls and gave them a kiss before running my tongue across them in all directions. The hair was soft and wiry and I could feel his balls moving under the pressure of my tongue. As I did that, I used my right hand to caress his cock, slowly rubbing his foreskin up and down.
I then took a gentle bite of his cock shaft. I looked up and saw he had his eyes closed leaning back. I gripped his hips and forced him to turn around. He looked surprised but then realised how he would soon be facing. With a grin he let me twist him to be looking away from me. More specifically, he was now showing his thong-clad arse to me.
I gripped both buttocks and kissed his left then right cheek. I kneaded his arse and pulled it apart, pushed it together. I saw the thin strip of thong appear then disappear. That was it, all inhibition and worry went. I pulled his cheeks apart and from the top of his arse, I ran my tongue along the thong between his cheeks. As I reached his hole, I pressed the fabric into him. Obviously not much really went in, but the pressure must have felt good as he sighed and then groaned deeply. I reached up and pressed on his back, so he was now folded up more. I had access to his balls and began to lick them from behind.
I lifted my head and slipped fingers under the thong near the waistband. Slowly I drew my hand down pulling the thong out and sideways. His puckered hole sat there staring back at me. I made a point of my tongue and pressed it to his hole. I pulled his hips to me trying to drill my tongue deeper. I twisted my head left and right while wiggling my tongue. I’m sure he pushed back against my tongue.
I pulled the waistband down and followed its progress between his cheeks with my tongue. I spread his legs a little to get the panties off and quickly took a few licks at his balls. With the panties at his thighs, I again turned his hips to get him back facing me. As he lifted his feet to turn, the panties dropped to his ankles. I retrieved them.
I sat back on my heels, held the thong to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled. Both the front and the back received my attention. I knelt upright and reached for his stiff cock. I looked fabulous, leaking precum, and occasionally twitching. I wrapped the thong around his cock and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. I lowered my head onto his cock, taking a cock in my mouth for the first time.
The taste was divine, slightly salty, slightly sticky. The softness combined with the rigidity was a surprise, although having my own cock I should have understood that. But to have one in my mouth was a delight, warm, soft, hard, salty, wet, and as Paul started to moan and to push into my face, clearly it was an eager cock!
I pulled his foreskin back and withdrew my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, I simply had to push my face back down. I needed to rather than just wanted to. I began a rhythm of up and down. I kept his skin held back so his head was receiving all of the attention. I could feel more precum leaking so I began to slowly wank his cock with my hand while sucking him. I swapped hands and slid my left hand around to his arse. He was sitting on the sofa so I couldn’t get far. I slid my hand between his legs, grazing his balls. I placed my middle finger between the crushed cheeks of his arse and probed as best I could.
The rubbing of my finger seemed to be good for Paul. He moaned deeper and I felt his cock pulsing. I felt him lift himself up a little and then he must have spread his arse as my finger slipped easily to his hole. He held himself up for a few seconds and I made the most by bending my finger and trying to enter him. My earlier licking and maybe a bit of sweat lubricated his hole and the tip of my finger slipped in. God, his hole was hot.
He sat back down, forcing my finger deeper. At this point, he gripped my head and tried to push into my face. That released the pressure from my finger so he switched to pulling my head onto his cock. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying my attention and might be close to filling my mouth with cum.
I was no longer solely in control. I wiggled my finger in his dark hot hole, probing as deep as I could. I was stroking his cock, rubbing his foreskin up and down, but when it came to my mouth on his cock, he drove the pace of that and boy was the pace picking up.
He drove my head up and down for a couple of minutes and then slowed with a deeper pull, each time trying to get his cock deeper in my mouth. I heard a slow deeper growl from him and he began to tense. There was no telling me that he was cumming, we’d spoken so few words that it just seemed to be an understanding of what would happen this evening.
As best I could I thrust my finger as deep into his arse as possible, I pulled firmly down on his foreskin and on a deep thrust I sucked with everything I had and held my head deep on his cock shaft. He tensed, tensed some more and then pulled tight on my head. His spunk shot from the core of his balls and filled my mouth. I tried not to cough, his cock filled my mouth so there wasn’t so much room for the hot scalding cum. He twitched again and now my mouth seemed full of his spunk. I had to swallow, or I’d end up with his cum spurting around his cock out past my lips. I did my best to keep swallowing. I lost count at about 6 hard shots into my mouth, why I lost count at just 6 evades me but the sensation was just so fucking intense that I couldn’t concentrate.
He relaxed his grip on my head. I took a deep breath through my nose. But I wasn’t finished. As he relaxed a bit and relaxed his arse onto my hand, I gave him a good thrust back up into his hole. This caused him to jerk and I received another couple of spurts from his cock.
Slowly I withdrew my face, trying to keep all the remaining cum in my mouth. I leant back and we looked at each other. He was red and looked exhausted. I probably looked like the Cheshire cat, but without the smile. If I’d smiled, I’m sure some of the huge volume of spunk would run out through my teeth. I opened my mouth to show him I still had his spunk in there. I licked my lips and then made a show of swallowing.
I sat down on the floor and leant back on my arms. I watched him breathing, recovering his composure. His cock was becoming soft, looking good, looking satisfied. It still had the thong d****d over it. He lifted it off his cock and to his nose. There must have been a couple of drops of cum on them as he licked it off with a grin. Behind him, I noticed a clock on the wall. I’d only been here for 24 minutes. In that time, I’d had so many firsts; seen my first erect cock in the flesh, sucked my first cock, fingered my first arse, swallowed spunk, been sucked by a man. Well it seemed a good way to spend an evening!
Paul stood up and stepped toward me. He put out his hand to help me up. We both stood in front of each other, him stark bollock naked, me still in my underwear. There was no time wasting, he simply shoved my pants down to the floor, pushed me around to the sofa arm and sat me down on it.
He spread my legs and knelt between them. With a quick grin to me, he bent and swallowed my cock, seemingly whole. He bobbed his head up and down and then gripped my arse to pull harder against me. After what had just happened I didn’t think I’d last very long.
I could see that his cock was rising again, and I wanted more of it. I pushed him away – he looked quite surprised. I pushed him sideways so he sat down and then I pushed his shoulders down to the floor, He began to realise what was happening and he lay down fully. I knelt over him, knees either side of his chest and reached for his cock. He lifted his head and kissed and licked my balls. My cock was so hard it was almost horizontal pointing away from his face. He continued to lick my balls while gently pulling my hardness down to meet his lips.
I had his cock in my mouth. It was almost as hard as before, I could taste the residue of his earlier ejaculation and loved it. I wanked him while sucking, my lips meeting my fist every second.
At the other end of our 69, another first done, Paul had my cock in his mouth. There wasn’t so much room for his fist as well so he just sucked away and did great things with his tongue. This was all becoming too much for me, the fun of getting him off and now the joint effort in 69 was bringing me close. And then… Paul reached up and gripped my arse. He ran a finger along my crack and pressed against my hole. Oh wow, that felt good and then his finger disappeared. Two seconds later, it was back, with spit on it and the lubrication to make entry easier. He shoved his finger in gently, but firmly.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve had something up my arse, but it was the first time it wasn’t me putting it there. I wanted to concentrate on sucking his fabulous stiff cock, I wanted to concentrate on not yet cumming myself, but the sensation in my arse hole was too much.
I shot my first load with no warning. I felt Paul turn his head, but with my cock in his mouth and my body on his chest he couldn’t go far. My second load caused him to cough. I reacted by lifting off a bit and then my third load hit his face. My cock sprang up to my stomach and fired a fourth load between us reaching his cock. I couldn’t repeat that shot if I tried. As Paul began to get his breath back and my cock began to settle, I had to take his cock back in my mouth. Now though it had some of my spunk on it. Blending mine with the residue of his, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and started bobbing my head in earnest. I tried just to give him head, pushing his skin back with my lips but I also wanted to hold his hot cock and wank it as well. I did both and as Paul relaxed back into receiving all the attention, I could feel his erection pulse and stiffen more.
This time he said he was about to shoot his load. I pulled back and let him unload his spunk onto my face, rubbing his cock around in the jizzy mess. A few more seconds of spreading his cum after his last shot and I rolled off him and we lay head to toe, spent and ..I don’t know what I felt – it was so good.
He sat up first and offered his hand to me. I reached for it and pulled my self up. He shook my hand and said “Hi by the way. My name’s Paul it’s a pleasure to meet you”. “Welcome to my home”
I burst out laughing, realising that we had said so little to each other but covered so much ground in the silence. Through the laughter, I responded, “Thank you and it’s been a pleasure to meet with you”. I smiled and then with a deep sigh I asked: “So how does a guest get a drink around here, do I have to suck someone off or something”.
Well that’s my fantasy for the first meeting.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
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