It's been years since I've been on the Internet regularly for sex/porn but recently I've been motivated by what I've seen to write about my first homosexual experience, which happened about 8 years ago, when I was 22.
I met Steve in a chat room. He lives a few towns away. He was 38 and divorced. He explained how he wished he had known more about his homosexuality at an earlier age, which would have saved him much time and heartache.
We chatted a lot those first few weeks. I explained that my dating experiences in college were disastrous and that I had found myself looking at gay porn on the Internet more and more. This activity increased to every night after I got my first apartment. I had shaved myself smooth from the neck down and bought myself a small vibrator that I rubbed over my cock and asshole while I masturbated.
Steve talked about his experiences during our chats and I told him of my desires. Typically, just after we signed off, I would blow a huge load in seconds because he made me so hot
I only got hotter when he started to explain to me that I was probably a 'bottom'. I wasn't really familiar with the term but as he explained it, it sounded correct. My fantasies involved a man making me suck his cock and to be fucked. To that end, Steve talked me thru pushing my small vibrator into my ass while we chatted a couple of times to see if I'd like it.
I did.
Steve told me based on his experience that I'd be best served by having gay sex in real life before I got hooked up with some woman and repressed the desire...which could come back later to haunt me as they did him.
A couple of weeks later, he invited me to his home on a Friday night and told me to bring an overnight bag. When I arrived there, it was clear Steve was ready to get down to business. He was wearing a robe. I sat down and he offered me a beer, which I quickly chugged down and accepted his offer for another.
As I was draining that beer, Steve let his robe fall open. He had on a leather jock strap type thing and a black leather band around one bicep. Steve stood up, took off his robe and reached next to the couch, handing me a disposable enema bottle.
"Here, go clean yourself out in the bathroom. I will want to play with that ass later," he said.
I went into his bathroom trembling but got on all fours and emptied the enema bottle into my ass. I heard Steve call out: "and when you come out of there, the only thing I want you wearing what is on the wall!"
I quickly looked up to see a studded leather chest harness hanging up and when I was done with the enema, took off my clothes, putting the strange contraption on, I turned to look at myself in the mirror and thought "Oh my god...I look like of the men in gay porn!"
I sheepishly went back to Steve and he told me to kneel before him. He took my right hand and put it on his jock strap. His bulge was enormous and within a minute of my holding my hand on it, he commanded "take it down now."
As I pulled down the leather cover, his half hard cock sprang free and I gasped just a little. It was already almost 7", very thick and had a huge, mushroom head. As I pulled off his strap, Steve smiled and asked "like what you see?"
I quickly nodded. "Then show it some respect, kiss it!"
I felt compelled to follow his instructions and brought my lips to plant a tentative kiss on his cockhead. "Good boy," Steve said. "now make it hard, kiss up down the shaft and my balls"
I proceeded to kiss up and down his meat, kissing the big balls each time I reached the bottom. His cock slowly got harder and the head swelled into a fat dome.
I couldn't believe how hot I was getting kissing his meat. It was something I'd dreamt about so long. Steve slowly rubbed his cock back and forth across my face. After a couple minutes of this he said "okay now take me between your lips"
I took his head into my mouth and felt like I had just taken in a huge lollipop. Steve put his hands in my hair and said softly "relax your jaw and breath through your nose while I feed you dick"
As soon as he sensed me following orders, I felt Steve pulling my face down on him and I instinctively moaned a little. He released his hands from my head and smiled a gorgeous smile at me and whispered "yeah, I knew you'd like it in your mouth. Now bob up and down a bit, give me head boy".
When he said that, it triggered something primal in me and I started to move my mouth up and down, only taking a few inches in but feeling like a slut who was giving head to a man as I did. Steve then began to talk encouraging to me as I bobbed, he said things like "there, doesn't it feel good to suck a cock? Guys like you suck the big cocks of men like me, it's completely natural for you to be a cocksucker"
As I heard, those words, I knew they were completely true. I was playing a role I'd seen in porn hundreds of times and it was wonderful!
For the next half hour, I was sucking Steve's huge prick in various positions. He placed me face up and face down on the couch, getting about 5 inches in with each stroke. When I'd start to gag, he would pull back but then get the head right back there and I learned to stifle the gag reflex pretty well.
Finally, I was back on my knees before him as I started and bobbing freely up and down on his prick, as Steve chanted "oh yeah...oh yeah" for a while.
In a flash, he grabbed both hands to my head and I literally saw his balls draw up into his crotch. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot snot.
I remember thinking as he was ejaculating in my mouth how I had cum in a couple girls mouths and that for me....being on the receiving end...was SO much better. I loved the feeling of being used like this.
His cum was salty and sweet and was such a cool sensation to have it sliding down my throat.
