I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and smiled a nervous smile. I had just had a quick shower and shave, and now I stood looking in the steam-frosted mirror, wearing my Hunter Green terrycloth robe. My cock was hard as I thought about what I had just decided to do no more than fifteen minutes ago. I had always been curious about being with a man, but often thought I'd never actually do anything about it. Still, my curiosity didn't stop me from going on a gay and bi male chat site.
Using the name "bicuriousboy4now" I spent a few months chatting with a lot of local men, but none of them really did it for me. Most guys would want to fuck right away, and none of them would even consider anything but unsafe sex. I wasn't going to have any of that, but on the night I swore would be my last night, I met him. He went by the username "Tattooed_Dragon", but I soon found out his real name was Ben. He was different from the others. He was willing to get to know me, to listen to my concerns, and to be patient with me as I slowly worked up the nerve to invite him over. And what really won me over was that he agreed to my request of wearing a condom if things went that far.
For some reason I had been horny all day at work, and on my drive home I swore to myself that tonight would be the night. I went into the chat room, and waited almost half-an-hour before Ben came on-line. We chatted in private for a little while before I finally got up the courage to tell him that I was ready. We discussed things for a while longer, and Ben agreed to come over.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and sighed. I had something under my robe that was meant to be a surprise for Ben. He had once told me a fantasy he had, and I had decided to help fulfill his fantasy since he was about to fulfill mine. My nervous thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and I rushed from the bathroom to the front door. I let Ben into my apartment, and then closed the door behind him. I looked him over, and felt my stomach flip. He was just shy of six feet tall, had dark brown hair, a goatee, and was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a t-shirt. His eyes were a cobalt blue, and when he smiled I could see how nervous he was as well.
"Hi, Ben," I said, almost stammering. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Ben answered, and I could see his eyes run along my own robe-clad body.
"I hope you don't mind if I jump right to the chase. I'm nervous enough that if we even stop and talk for five minutes, I might not have the guts to continue."
Ben nodded his head. "Hey, man, no worries here. Just do what you feel is most comfortable for you."
I led Ben into my apartment, and down the hallway to my bedroom. But before we even got halfway down the hall, I stopped Ben, and pressed him against the wall. We stood there looking at each other, and I tentatively touched my hand to his crotch, and felt his already hard cock straining against the material. Ben's eyes closed, and he leaned his head against the wall as I rubbed his hard-on, and within moments I found myself getting down to my knees, and unbuttoning his pants. He was going commando, and once I had his jeans undone, his cock popped out ready for anything. It had to be at least eight inches long, and two inches thick, and I saw some pre-cum slipping out of the slit at the end of his cock. I stroked his cock for a few minutes, all the while listening to Ben moan with pleasure.
