Corvino s Defense of Homosexuality
- 2 years ago
- 51
- 0
My First Exploration Of The Joys Of Homosexuality free porn video
I was fresh out of school, and mostly all I could think about was getting laid. In my fantasies, it did not matter if the sex was straight, or gay. As long as it was sex, rampant sex, uninhibited sex.
I had a little experience with girls. Some necking, kissing, tit exploration, a few feels in the panties, even a surprise blow job. But it all seemed so inhibited, so unfulfilling. To hell with propriety, modesty and concern for the feelings of the other.
I wanted sex - pure and simple. No concerns about guilt, lingering relationships, recriminations or reputation. Just sex, in all its manifestations, and nothing else.
In my fantasies, I was the archetypal sex toy. Use me, abuse me, humiliate me, satisfy me, then pass me on to the next customer. Boy or girl, or groups, I wanted to experience it all.
Then I met Barry! He was a second-year student, a little older than me, tall, handsome, extroverted, self-confident and seemingly uninhibited. We met streaking, ditching our clothes, and running naked through the university campus, entertaining most other students with our flagrant exhibitionism, and rebelliousness. I was into any streak planned, or mooted.
Barry liked this about me, and found me quite attractive also. After all, I had always been regarded as pretty, rather than handsome. Athletic, tall, blonde, circumcised, hairless but for my head. Extroverted, self-confident and uninhibited, but less so than Barry.
Barry was clearly popular with girls, but just as obviously, was not ready for serious relationships. I had no idea he might harbour gay tendencies. Until one day, having just completed a particularly adventurous streak, we stood beside each other, panting, and still naked.
"I'd like to fuck you," he announced, with not a hint of embarrassment or reserve. "I think we could have a good time."
I just needed to stay cool, not at all shocked or dismayed. But internally, I was a collection of disconnected circuits. What could I possibly have said, in response to that unsolicited invitation?
"Why me?" was my weak, embarrassing response.
"Don't be evasive. I've seen you watching me, assessing me, flirting with me. Let's just get on with it," he teased, as he smiled provocatively.
Had I really been doing this? Yes, I loved watching the way his cock swayed and bounced, as we ran. I always searched him out in whatever group was streaking, and ran beside him. I enjoyed the fact that he recognised me, and even spoke to me. I had fantasised about sucking that cock, during or after the streaking. But had I ever put out to him?
"OK, your place or mine?" I had now pulled myself together, and was quite proud of my coquettish response.
"That's better. I think my place would be easier. " And with that, he grabbed hold of my cock, totally disregarding the other streakers, who were still milling around, mostly getting dressed. "Let's get our clothes, where are yours?" he asked, still grasping my cock.
"Just here," I replied, reaching down to collect my shorts and t-shirt. He literally dragged me, by the cock still, a few metres over to his clothes, before letting go. We quickly dressed, and then walked briskly out onto the street, to his expensive car, parked illegally nearby.
Once seated in his car, he pulled his penis out from the side of his shorts, and suggested that I might like to "familiarise" myself with it, en route to our destination. To stave off any reluctance, he took my hand, and quickly manoeuvred it to where he wanted it. By the time we reached his very elegant home, I had masturbated him to orgasm, sucked his cum from my hand and fingers, and returned to entertain his cock with my tongue, lips and teeth. All at his invitation, but without any reservations on my part!
In such a short space of time, I had found my dream. The first taste of someone else's semen. (I was already quite familiar with my own.) First cock to be hungrily enjoyed inside my very receptive mouth. First time bringing a cock, other than my own, to orgasm. No inhibitions, embarrassment or regrets. Only excitement, and fulfilment.
"Here we are," he announced, taking back possession of his beautiful penis. "I guess it's time we introduced ourselves. My name's Barry."
His parents both worked as lawyers. They would be home late, as usual. "We have time for a swim," he suggested, stepping immediately out of his clothes. I followed suit, and we mucked around, naked, in the pool, for several minutes. We were sitting on the side of the pool, talking, when he announced that I should be rewarded for my efforts on the drive home.
He stood in the water, between my legs, and took my cock into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue, sucking it voraciously, nibbling its length with his teeth, biting it hard and painfully, before soothing it with tongue and soft lips. Shuddering uncontrollably, I ejaculated deep into his throat, almost falling on top of him.
I still sat there recovering, when he got out of the pool, and stood beside me. Looking up into his face, I met a torrent of his piss, descending into mine. "Drink up!" he ordered. It stung my eyes, got up my nose, and flushed all over my face, until I opened my mouth, and he directed the stream into my obedient mouth. It tasted much as my own, but I was achieving yet another first. I luxuriated in the wanton abandonment of enjoying this behaviour, which I would previously have considered disgusting.
We both dived back into the pool, for a short time, before lying out in the sun to dry.
"I can't wait any longer. I want to fuck you. Are you a virgin?" he asked.
I was a bit ashamed to admit it, but he obviously was not surprised.
"I'll be careful with you," he promised. You don't mind being the bottom?"
His cock was longer, and thicker than mine. To be on the verge of losing my virginity, while filling me with eager excitement, also worried me. Could an untrained hole accommodate such magnitude? Would I disappoint him? Would it hurt too much? The answers to these questions were irrelevant. With all my being, I wanted that cock deep inside me.
He was the perfect pioneer. He had me bend over an outdoor chair, to take me from behind. He thoroughly moistened my hole with his spittle, and mine, slowly and methodically getting it ready for invasion. There were three stages of unwanted resistance. The first was at the door itself. I was tense, and my hole needed time to relax.
With great patience, he softly nudged around, and into, the recalcitrant opening. Once in, his cock slid deliciously a few centimetres inside, until meeting another obstacle. A little in and out, a little patience, and I accommodated more of my visitor. The feeling of this easier entry was fabulous, but I wanted it all!
The final obstacle took longer to overcome, but the euphoria of finally feeling the resistance give way, and the shaft penetrate easily to its full length, sent me into unrestrained rapture. I found myself thrusting out to meet him, as he worked me over vigorously, yet carefully. I called out as each of his thrusts split me apart.
As he withdrew slightly for each thrust, my body sought to keep him trapped inside. I whimpered as he withdrew completely, only to turn me around, and re-enter, our faces meeting. I whispered that I never wanted him to stop. I was delirious with pleasure.
He called me a slut. I agreed. He asked me if I wanted him to cum inside me. I begged him to. He asked me if he could squeeze the life out of my cock. I pleaded for him to do so. I came prodigiously. He bucked, and shuddered, as he released the first ever load of semen deep inside me. He slumped on top of me. I bit his neck. He tried to withdraw. I held him inside, not wanting his cock to go.
He scooped up some of my semen from my stomach, taking some for himself, then offering me the rest. He knelt and licked some of his semen, that was dripping from me, and shared it with me, tongue to tongue.
As he raised himself from me, I greedily devoured his limp cock. I was trying to bring his cock back to life, so that it could fill me again. But he was done.
"I'd better get you home," he said, before we jumped back into the pool to clean up.
"I thought you might be a goer," he observed, while I sucked him off again as he drove. "I'm so glad I took the initiative."
"Is that all?" I replied playfully. "I never dreamt that sex could be that fabulous. I have let myself go completely, and am in no way embarrassed. Thanks for teaching me just how good it can be. I hope you got at least half the pleasure that I got."
"I never had it any near as good," he politely advised, as he dropped me off, and drove away.
The soreness and discomfort I experienced the next day were happy reminders of how they had been caused. I felt, for much of the day, that he was still inside me. This was how I had dreamt it - full-on, no-holds-barred, no-beg-pardons, sexual pleasure.
Lynne
- 17.02.2022
- 8
- 0
- Category:
- Gay Male
