My First Time
I had been married for a few years and my wife and I got drunk one night. I mentioned that I thought I might be bi and she simple replied, "I know." Given that we were already occasional swingers, getting the blessing to go out and explore was simple enough. I jumped on Grindr and was able to make plans within a couple days.
I headed to his apartment and parked. I must have spent ten minutes sitting in my car in the apartment parking lot. I almost left but something got the better of me and compelled me to stay. I mustered up the courage and headed to the front door. I knocked on the door and almost ran but before I knew it, the door opened and a gorgeous man opened it. He had a smile on his face and wow nothing but a silk bathrobe open at the front and shorts. His dark skin has a slight sheen to it indicating he had just showered and moisturized.
He beckoned to me to come in and closed the door behind us. As he directed me to his room, he caressed my left buttock with his fingers getting close to my hole. A chill went down my spine and I felt myself getting hard. A man had never touched me like that. It scared me how much I liked it.
I entered a tidy bedroom and I felt him feel my ass more. I reached back and felt his shorts. I quickly found what I was there for. I felt his warm manhood, soft but still significant through his shorts. Instinct took over and I dropped to my knees before him.
I felt him get hard from over his shorts and marveled at the chiseled Adonis towering above me. I curled my fingers over his waistband and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprung from his shorts and stuck me on the chin. I giggled at how absurd it seemed.
I knelt there face to face with another man's cock. He was big. Very big. He was clean shaven, at least seven inches long with substantial girth. His uncut tool was pleasantly silky in the hand and aesthetically pleasing. I was drawn to it. I needed it. I imitated the women who had given me blowjobs in the past and used the tip of my tongue to trace him from his balls to the head of his penis. I ended that movement by swirling my tongue around his head. I licked him several more times like an ice cream cone before welcoming him into my mouth. I savored the moment. I had a man's penis in my mouth and I liked it. No. I didn't like it. I loved it. I found myself hungrily devouring his cock as he moaned and moved his hands to my head. His hips started moving and his grip tightened as he pressed himself deeper into my mouth and throat. I gagged several times but still wanted more. I gasped for air and he withdrew his manhood.
I asked him to lay down on the bed. We both removed the rest of our clothes. I was naked with another naked man. I couldn't believe it. Collected myself and rolled a condom onto him and lubed myself. I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock (I had loosened myself up with a dildo earlier at home). I sat down fully and felt waves of pleasure radiate from his cock into me. I leaned down and kissed him and he returned the favor with tender gentleness.
All I could think about was how wonderfully gay it was. I had a seven plus inch penis inside my ass while I kissed its owner passionately. I felt nothing but pleasure as I started to move up and down on him. I heard feminine moans and high pitched squeals fill the air as I rode his dick. I heard him moan and quickly realized that those moans and squeals I had been hearing were my own. His cock slipped out of me and he quickly rolled us over.
He made me get in all fours and got behind me. I saw my reflection in one of his mirrors and paused. I saw myself on all fours from the side with my back arched and a man behind me lining up his cock with my newly deflowered ass. I saw my jaw drop in the mirror as he slid into me. He bent over, gave me a kiss and asked me, "where's my dick?" I replied, "in me." "What do you want now?" He said. "I want you to fuck me." So he did. I
was enchanted by the visual of me bent over on all fours as a man fucked me from behind. I felt so gay for the effeminate moans I didn't know I was capable of making. I loved it. I turned my head from the mirror, let go of any remaining inhibitions, and let him take me. While I could control the depth and speed of penetration on top, this was different. He was in control now and I let him take me. He fucked me, spanked me, and called me a good bitch as he took what he wanted.
My brain shut off. In those moments where he was taking me from behind all I thought about was the pleasure of letting a man take control. I was disappointed when he pulled out of me but only for a second. He flipped me over, placed his hands on the back of my thighs, and pushed my legs towards my head. He positioned himself on top of me and plunged into me. The depth he reached took my breath away. I never caught my breath. He pounded me mercilessly for what seemed like an eternity. All I could think about was the overwhelming feelings his cock was injecting into me.
He flipped me over again, face down ass up this time and fucked me even harder. I knew he was going to cum and I begged him to cum for me. He released himself into me and we collapsed into a heap. Still in what seemed like a gay trance, I pulled the condom off and licked the cum off of the penis that gave me such pleasure. I felt him get hard again and continued sucking him until he exploded into my mouth. A nice surprise to say the least. We made out cuddled and went our separate ways.