First time bottoming burned in my memory
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I’m married now and haven’t done anything with another man for almost 5 years since that first and only bottom experience. As a straight good looking guy I never had a problem getting laid. Ultimately, I think my hypersexuality is what led me to start experimenting. Before I met that guy who I bottomed for, I had a total of five sexual encounters with other men that was nothing special and all that really happened was they gave me head.
Fast forward to when I finally meet HIM. We were roughly the same age and he was a masculine passing gay BBC. We hit it off in the chats and eventually led to text and something about this guy just made me want to try more. Met him a total of three times before that faithful day.
First day was typical of me, very nervous and reserved so he gave me some head and I bolted out of there.
Second time we started with head and I stroked him until he came. We chilled for a bit and then he gave me head again.
Third time we had a lot more time on our hands and we ended up swapping head. He was the first dick I ever sucked and I can’t lie. I really enjoyed it. I know I wasn’t the best at it especially with his big 8 inch thick BBC being hard to handle. But we spent a good five hours in a hotel swapping head, making out, even eating each other’s asses until finally he said he was about to come when I pulled my head away, cause I was afraid of him cumming in my mouth. He already had his hand on the back of my neck while I was blowing him so when he saw me jot back, he straight rammed his cock into my mouth and throat and busted. I didn’t really swallow because most of it just kind of poured out and I just sat there trying to catch my breath and coming into the realization I was tasting and swallowing this man’s nut. I felt so freaky and slutty and afterwards we cleaned up and left.
And now finally, we’re planning our next meet up, again in the hotel room, but up to the day of he was talking a lot of shit about me not being able to take his dick or his nut like a man. I don’t know why but just the way he was talking to me made me want to slut out. He said he wanted to play with my ass and he had a dildo for me to try. I agreed because I had tried as play before and I liked it to a certain degree.
Well, we mess around with each other for a bit, and then finally he tells me to lay on my back and spread open while he eats my ass, starts to work fingers, and after sometime pops out his dildo. Took me a bit to get used to it, but I finally loosen up and just enjoy everything This man is doing to me. Occasionally, I would pop my head up and look at what this man was doing to my whole, but mainly I would just have my eyes closed, had thrown back and hands behind my thighs spreading open for him. I remember he pulled out the dildo and I didn’t think much of it because soon after I felt pressure against my hole again. It must’ve been the drinking and just the high of the anal play because I honestly could not instantly tell that he was impressing the tip of the toy in. It was his fat throbbing head ! That first pop when the head goes in felt a little different and I started to feel him put some weight on me, but I could tell he was trying to be sneaky. I popped my head up to look and all I see is this man mounted on top of me with a little bit more than his head in my hole. I swear that’s all he was waiting for because when I looked at him, he had the most evil fucking grin I’ve ever seen. He slaps my hand off of my thighs and he puts his right behind my knees and bends me to where my knees are damn near, touching my shoulders. He goes in a position where his knees are off the ground almost like doing push-ups and all that sweet, slow, sexy shit he was doing with the toy was out the window. This fucking guy was spamming himself full bodyweight into me so fucking hard. I was making noises. I didn’t know I could make. I feel powerless and a little embarrassed for the first few poundings and then I can’t really explain it., but I just drifted it off into a fucking state of euphoria that took over my mind and Body. I was whimpering and moaning with this huge pressure my stomach thinking I was about to piss myself. And then it happened, I fucking exploded and came hands-free for the first time ever. I swear I started to twitch and convulse and I just couldn’t stop cumming all while he wouldn’t stop pounding. My body gave up and I just felt limp that obviously did it for him because almost immediately after I hear him grunting and that’s when he stops thrusting and just shoves himself all the way in screaming through his teeth. I know it sounds stupid to say, but I was just so far gone in that moment I didn’t put it together that he came inside me. We laid there for probably 15 minutes without saying anything to each other and then I got up to use the restroom and just felt myself dripping thinking it was all the lube. Use my hand to get a good wife and my heart immediately sunk. This fucking savage man who just took my manhood away, wasn’t satisfied enough and had to fully degrade me. He fucking bred me
Ngl the height of it all had worn off by then so I was fucking pissed. I started to go off on him a little bit and he was a bit apologetic but he just called me over to hold me and spit some bullshit at me trying to calm me down. As that’s happening, I looked down and see that this mf is rock hard and he notices that I am too. We look at each other for a sec, break into a make out Sesh, start jerking, and then he stops flips me over where I’m fully flat stomach down and puts his body weight on me. He’s kind of doing a jokingly and I’m kind of jokingly trying to get him off, but in the middle of the tustle and with no warning he sticks himself inside me again. He doesn’t fall out pound me out, but he was stroking pretty fast. That’s when I felt it again, that overwhelming feeling running through my body and I couldn’t even convince myself that I wasn’t enjoying it. I was just laying there, getting fucked by this BBC for a few short minutes before he made his groans again and gripped my shoulders so he could give that final thrust and came inside me again.
This time I truly had no fight left in me and I just accepted what happened……. And honestly I was OK with it. I was ashamed to admit, I enjoyed it.
Obviously post not clarity kicked in and has been eating at me for the last five years. That experience is constantly popping back up in my head and I always have a mixed bag of emotions about it.