I could hardly concentrate at the conference following a most erotic encounter at an adult movie theatre with a stranger. Without hesitating, I readily gobbled his cock through a hole in the wall separating our individual viewing booths. It was a first for both of us; me sucking male meat; and him for receiving a blowie.
The stranger and I decamped to the local pub afterwards and got to know each other. Gary was a young, sinewy lad with long hair worn in a ponytail. His youthful face was captivating. He desperately wanted to return the favour but I had blown a massive load on the floor of the booth as Gary's spasmed in my mouth after I gulped down the last of his salty gift.
I gave Gary a taste of my cock as we walked to the train station, but even his talent and experience failed to coax an orgasm out of me. We agreed to meet the next day where the focus would be on me. He was determined to blow me to heaven, and I wondered what else we might get up to.
My conference ended on Friday lunchtime with my flight back to Sydney later that afternoon giving us a couple of days to fool around. I had no idea about man-on-man sex, but I had an inquisitive imagination and a willingness to experiment which my chance encounter with Gary the night before unleashed. Had it been anyone other than this forward and confident lad, I may have hesitated or even declined his cock which he offered through the glory hole. It took balls (pardon the pun) to entrust one's cock to a stranger in another booth, but he was polite and sought permission.
We exchanged texts across the day with me grilling him about his likes, dislikes and memorable encounters. Gary was into sucking straight dude's cocks but wanted to expand his repertoire. While he had made out with females in high school, Gary considered himself gay, preferring older men. He was curious about anal and mentioned a specific wet fetish that he harboured.
All good stuff. I wanted to invite Gary to my hotel at the Grand Hyatt on Collins Street, Melbourne. However, a doubt held me back and I did not want to seem too keen too soon. We agreed to meet back at the Exford Hotel again between 6:30 and 7:00 PM. Once plans were made, time seemed to slow down and I chewed my fingernails all afternoon, barely absorbing any information from the conference sessions.
At 4 PM, I raced to my room, stripped off and took a long shower, scrubbing every orifice thoroughly and doing as much personal grooming as was possible with the limited toiletries that I brought with me. I looked at my dripping reflection in the bathroom mirror and wondered what I was getting into. My hard cock was guiding my brain, but both seemed to be aligned. I wanted to do this and enjoy Gary for the duration of my stay in the Melbourne.
I was fucking nervous though as I left the hotel and walked the short distance up Russell Street towards the Exford Hotel. The entry doors closed behind me just before six bells and, after grabbing a pint of VB, secured the same table we sat at the night before. Retrieving a book from my backpack to pass the time, it lay on the table unopened.
My thoughts drifted back to the x-rated text messages that passed between us during the day. Would Gary want to fuck me, and, if so, would I agree? My hole is incredibly sensitive, and I am partial to rimming and being fingered, by women. Engaging in that intimate type of play was likely to be more intense with a man, even one as inexperienced as Gary. Likewise, would Gary want to be fucked? The thought of being penetrated by a man likely gave us both pause for thought. Another first if we went through with such a personal act.
Doubts and fears rose with increasing intensity as the time of our meeting excruciatingly approached. It was the unknown that fuelled my anxiety, I said to myself. If all went well, as I expected, then a new world of sexual gratification could be unlocked. Each time, the doors opened my head snapped to see who it was. At last, Gary crossed the threshold just before 7 PM. His smile and intensely burning eyes electrified me and resulted in a spasm down below.
"Same again?" He asked, motioning towards my empty pint glass.
"Sure."
Moments later, Gary placed both drinks in the table and sat across from me. We exchanged some niceties about our respective days while pleasantly drinking our beers. I could not stop staring at the slight waif of a lad before me as talked. Never in a million years would I have thought about a male in such a way. Yes, I have admired the masculine form, but not in an erotic way. Gary oozed charisma matched striking angular facial features, soft lips, a gentle voice, and a delicate touch. He simultaneously turned something on in my mind and pants.
"Do you have an idea of what you want to do tonight?" I asked.
"I want to suck your cock," Gary smiled, "Once that's done, anything that tickles your fancy."
"Apart from blowing me, is there anything specific you want from me?"
"Haven't really thought about," He replied, "All I can think of is your cock."
So, here we were. Two newbies with limited experience, not knowing what to do except suck cock. I was fine with that, but Gary seemed to want to do more, but could not say it. I understood. During the day, I wondered at the possibilities of gay sex, but did not want to state them in case they were too 'out there'.
"Did you want to go back to the movie theatre?" Gary asked.
Relieved that I was not under pressure to go to my hotel, I readily agreed but added that I did not want to use the glory hole because I wanted to watch Gary work my cock to climax.
"That's cool," He said, "There's a booth at the end that would be perfect for us."
"Let me know when you want to go."
"I'm happy relaxing with a few beers before we go," Gary said, "Besides, I want it to be dark before we go."
"Fair enough," I said agreeing that the cloak of darkness was necessary, "Probably be raining later."
"Yeah, this weather sucks ass."
Nice choice of words, I thought. One of the possibilities that I had been cogitating during the day was getting Gary to eat my arsehole, and I had razored my hole to remove as much hair as possible. Studying Gary's deliver, I doubted he understood the import of his statement.
"You ready?" He asked around 8 PM with much anticipation since we had been teasing each other with not-so-subtle innuendos and double entendres.
As we approached the theatre, Gary recommended that I go in first and choose the last video booth on the right. Five minutes later, my date for the evening would join me thereby avoiding any unwanted attention. Theatrics aside, I found myself against a thin MDF wall being passionately kissed by a waif of a lad, whose blood was up and hard cock pressing against my leg.
Such an embrace inevitably got a strong rise out of me, and Gary's youthful ardour threatened to end the night before it began, so eager was he to drop to his knees. I hit the play button on the DVD player and a random porno lit up the screen, the volume enough to distract from what we were doing. Gary pulled down my trousers and sniffed my cock against my boxers before removing them.
"That's beautiful dick," Gary breathed as he dropped to his knees, "And, you've shaved your balls."
"Just for you, my friend."
Gary teased me by blowing light wisps of air against the ball sack and cock head. I begged him not to torment me so. He laughed before opening his mouth and running his tongue up and down my pulsating shaft.
"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed as a man's mouth was about to engulf me for the first time.
