Lou's First Story

Lou's First Story

First a note to my valued readers: this isn't my (Sean's) story, this is Lou's story. As it turns out, it became the first of probably three stories, or more if he remembers something he wants written about. This will be released in the Gay Male category, so please don't trash me in the comments or send hate email. I'm doing this at Lou's request and I'm not looking to offend anyone.

I don't know anything about Lou really. I don't know where he lives, or exactly his age or what he does and unless he volunteers this info, I never will. I'll tell you how I came to know Lou. Lou had commented positively on a few of my Literotica stories. I noticed this but didn't think too much about it. It seems pretty routine for someone to read one of your stories and like it enough to read others. I've done it myself. Sometimes they comment, most times they don't.

Occasionally a reader will message you. Usually it's the typical "Love your story." stuff. One time a reader asked if I could include he and his wife by name in a future story, which I did. This was different. Lou started with the "Love your stories." stuff, but then went on:

"I've got a couple of stories I want to write. But I can't write. Could you write them?"

"Why can't you write them?"

"I can't write good. I tried. Sucked."

"Well, I can't promise anything other than I won't steal your story and call it my own."

"Ok. You'll do it? Do it send what I wrote to you?"

I thought about this a moment. On one hand I guess it would provide the gist of how the story should go, but on the other hand it may prejudice how I would write the story.

"Could you tell me the story over the phone?"

"Yeah. Send me your number."

"OK, but I can't write a story about bestiality or underage sexual activity. Literotica doesn't allow it. After I hear at least an outline of the story I'll decide if I want to write it. If I do and you agree to have me write it, you have to agree to allow me to record the call. I can't jot down notes fast enough and worse, I can't understand what I wrote. This way I can replay each section to write it. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes."

I sent him my number and said I was available then, but either call within the hour or text when he would be available. The phone rang thirty seconds later. I didn't recognize the number so I suspected it was Lou.

From here I will relate our subsequent phone call. It's been edited for clarity but otherwise pretty much exactly how the call went. After I listened to it a couple of times I thought that rather than trying to write a whole story about what transpired, I should just write out the call. It tells the story better than I could write it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Lou Xxxxxxxxx, we messaged. Is this Steve?"

"Yes, it's Steve. If I write the story, I suggest you leave your last name out. Has anyone else heard this story?"

"Yeah, a guy I know. I sent him what I wrote the time that I tried to write the story myself. He got the story but he said my writing was so horrible some people might not finish it. He said I should use a, shorcut? Something like that"

"A surrogate?"

"Yeah, that's it. Exactly. That's why you're the writer."

"Ok, tell me a brief outline of your story."

"Ok. It's about the first time I was with another guy."

"Ok. Describe the guy. What's his first name. How do you know him. Did you know he liked guys?"

"Ok, His name is Kevin. He was my roommate. Actually, there were three of us. All guys and we worked together, although often different shifts. The one guy had completed all his training so he was making good money, especially as a single guy, so he bought a house. There were three bedrooms so he rented out the other two, Kevin and me. I didn't know Kevin liked guys. I had a tiny suspicion, but nothing solid. So do you want me to tell you what happened?"

"Yes, but first how old were you, like did this just happen? And describe what you both look like."

"Ok, this was when I was twenty three, so a long time ago, like forty years. Over that much time Kevin and I have both changed of course, but back then Kevin had blond hair, about 5'10", average weight. I'm still at the same 6'2", average weight. Black hair then, grey hair now, haha."

"Ok, so how did this go down?"

"We were both home. This is late morning on a weekday. I think we both had to go to work for 3pm so plenty of time. Kevin came downstairs in his white robe. He would tend to do this a lot when he got out of the shower. I didn't think anything about it. I didn't know if he wore anything under the robe. Anyway, we are just hanging out when like out of the blue he says, "I'm so horny I would give a blowjob to get a blowjob." Heh-heh, right? We've all been super horny where we say shit, but I'd never heard that before. And I sure as shit never said it. So I just laughed it off, but Kevin persisted, saying he was serious. I told him he's got the wrong guy but it didn't seem to faze him. I suggested that he call the bimbo he was dating and ask her. It was like he wasn't hearing me. He kept saying it would be so good, that we could do this and I kept brushing it aside. I didn't hate him for saying it. I know there are guys who would say they would've knocked his teeth out if he said that to them. I wasn't threatened, I was, uh, like it made me feel good, his interest."

"You felt flattered?"

"Yeah, I guess that's it. I mean I'd had girlfriends, even had one then. I had you know, been with several girls so it's not like I'm a virgin, and I'd heard of you know, gay sex but never considered it. Never pictured it. I'd seen some of it on you know, porn tapes."

"You watched gay sex on tape?"

"Well, really only a couple of times, a couple of scenes in otherwise straight porn. Come to think of it, the scenes that I saw were on a tape I'd borrowed from Kevin. I think he said something like I'd have to check out the limo scene with a smile and wink. That scene was gay so that's why I sometimes wondered if Kevin was bi."

"Ok, so Kevin is suggesting that you each perform oral sex on each other?"

"Yes, the whole he's so horny he would give a blowjob to get a blowjob. At one point I told him he could give me the blowjob and I would owe him one."

"Implying that you would never pay it back, or were you being coy?"

"Coy?"

"Yes. Giving the impression that perhaps you would pay him back."

"Oh. Well, maybe. Especially when he promised how good it would be. I told him I'd never done anything like that. Never even touched a guy's junk, you know? He kept saying I could do it, we could do it. Nobody would ever know. I got to be honest, the more he talked, the more I was picturing it in my mind. At first I was like, I shouldn't even think about this stuff, it's gross, but then I was surprised that I started to feel horny. The hornier I got, the more I pictured it and the less gross it became. I said how about if we just put on a porn tape and we could just jack off. For some reason I thought that would satisfy him.

He said ok, but said it wasn't as good as a blowjob and ran up to his room, coming down with a tape. He put it on the VCR in the family room as I closed all the blinds to make it darker. The tape was all blowjobs, like highlights, the last two minutes before the cum shot. Kevin sat back and opened his robe. He was naked underneath and he began pulling on his cock."

"Were the blowjobs on the tape gay?"

"No, it was all women blowing men."

"So tell me about Kevin there, and his cock."

"Well, like I said, he was naked under his robe, so the robe was draped over his sides and he sat there with his legs spread and his hand on his cock, stroking."

"Big cock, small cock, black cock, green cock?"

"Ok, haha. Kevin is white. His cock, well I can tell you exactly as later we measured. His cock is exactly six inches long and five inches around."

"Well. Ok. Hmmm. So you said black hair, what are your cock measurements?"

"Oh, I should mention that Kevin's pubic hair was red, I guess he bleached the hair on his head or something, I never asked. Uh, I should tell you my cock is ten inches long, but I'd be lying, it's six and three quarters inches long and five and a half inches around so I'm a little bigger than Kevin."

"Ok, so you're watching blowjobs on TV, Kevin is basically naked, stroking his cock. What are you doing?"

"I was like rubbing my cock through my jeans."

"Were you watching the tape or Kevin?"

"Uh, both I guess."

"Ok, what's next?"

"Well, I'm hard as a rock, but nowhere near cumming. Kevin looks to be as well. That's when he asked me if I was going to get my cock out like I promised. I told him I didn't remember promising him that and he said that I said we would jack off together and it's not together if my cock wasn't out. I started to take my pants down. Kevin stood up and took his robe completely off. He walked over in front of me, so his cock was like right at eye level. Like I said, I'd never really seen another guy's cock in person, up close. Kevin told me take my clothes completely off. I thought it would be weird to sit there with my shirt on and my pants around my ankles anyway so I did. Kevin moved to the side so I could stand to take my jeans off. We stood facing each other with both of our cocks out and hard. Kevin said I had a big cock, that he should call me tripod."

"Funny. Ok, your both standing face to face? Close?"

"Yeah, face to face but like a foot apart, then Kevin stepped closer and wriggled his hips, making his cock hit mine as it swing back and forth. He did this like ten times and then he reached between us and held our cocks together. He stroked them. I was kind of shocked that he did that, but it felt good too. He did that for like a minute, then he sat down and said for me to sit. He sat right next to where I had been sitting so now we are seated next to each other. He had his hand on his cock, slowly stroking. I put my hand on my cock and did the same. We both watched the tv, the gorgeous porn stars giving their incredible blowjobs. Male orgasm after orgasm, semen spewing into mouths, over tits and even facials. The women relishing the cum, scooping it up, licking it up, sharing it with other women. All that cum and of course given what Kevin proposed before, I thought what would it be like to have cum in my mouth. Could I do it? We watched the tv, we watched each other, we stroked. Then Kevin took the remote and fast-forwarded the tape. Now the performers giving oral pleasure are men. Again, every two minutes, a cock is erupting semen, but now it's in his guy-friend's mouth, running out the corners of his mouth since you always have to see the cum to prove it. Kevin reached over and put his hand on my cock. Again I was a little shocked and surprised but I went along. I pulled my hand away and allowed him to stroke me. It was pretty hot, you know, him stroking me. It felt good. He didn't push me to stroke him, but I felt I had to, you know, to be fair. So I reached over and grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. Kevin let out a long sigh and leaned back. Now we are both watching guys blow each other and slurp up cum on the tv as we stroked each other.

A minute or two later Kevin just said "please" and turned and dropped his head into my lap. I felt his lips close over the head of my cock."

"So he's going down on you then?"

"Not at first, it was just like his lips over the head, I felt his tongue on the head. Maybe he was seeing if I was going to freak out. After a minute or so, he pushed down, taking more of my cock into his mouth. Then he began bobbing up and down, taking almost all of my cock. All this stuff, the tape, the stroking, I'm very aroused. I feel like I'm going to cum and I'm not sure if he's ready so I told him. He stopped completely, sitting up and smiling as he gently resumes stroking me. He asked me how it was and I told him it was great and that I needed to cum. He told me that he said it would be good. He said for me to not cum yet. Then he asked me if I'd like to try, meaning taking his cock into my mouth. I told him that this is the first I've ever even touched a guy and I didn't think I could do it. He said it's easy and he would talk me through it but that it was cool if I wasn't ready. We just continued to stroke each other, watching the gay blowjobs on tv and watching each other. About a minute later Kevin bent over and sucked me again. It was just for a minute but all this activity had me close. I was just about to warn him I was going to cum and he pulled back."

"So essentially, he's edging you."

"If that's what you call it, but he was getting me right before I would cum and stop. And then stroked me real gentle after I got close. So I'm dying to cum here and the tape ended. Kevin asked me to come with him and he got up laid down on his side on the living room floor. The carpet was new and soft. He asked me to lay down next to him. I started to and he said for me to turn the other way and lay on my side, so my head was near his feet. Kevin shifted down so that his cock was even with my face and my cock even with his mouth. He said I didn't need to do anything. Then he took me into his mouth again for just a moment. I was so on the edge I was afraid that I would cum at any moment. Kevin's cock was rigid and now right in my face, so really close. Kevin asked if I could at least give him a hand so I took his cock into my hand and stroked it. I figured if he came I would aim it at my neck. So we both stroked each other and every now and then Kevin would take me into his mouth and I was trying not to cum. I told him he better be careful or he would get a mouthful and he said he wanted that but later. Then he asked me if I could just give him a kiss."

"On the mouth?"

"No, on his cock."

"Did you?"

"Yes. I gave it a little kiss. The end was wet with pre-cum but it didn't taste bad at all. Kevin moaned and gave me a quick suck. He asked for more so I gave him another kiss, then a little lick. He was silky soft and smooth but hard underneath, right? So we did this again and again, I gave a kiss and he gave a suck. Then when he felt me go in for a kiss he pushed his hips forward and his cock went right into my mouth. That was a surprise but at that point I guess I kind of knew this was going to happen, I was ready for it to happen. Once it happened, I stopped resisting. I sucked him. I didn't know what to do really, but I knew to keep my teeth away and to try to take as much as I could without choking. Kevin moaned and began sucking me. We both did this, this sideways sixty-nine for a few minutes. I was getting closer and closer and didn't think I could hold out much longer. I didn't want to be a punk but I wasn't sure I could suck him once I came."

"Why not?"

"Because, like after you cum, shit that was hot, isn't so hot anymore."

"So you really wanted him to cum first?"

"Yeah, since I was afraid after I came I would be a punk."

"So how did you like it, sucking him?"

"It was ok. It's not like something I had fantasized about really, or loved doing. It was weird, you know, having your mouth so far open and pushing down on him, feeling him glide over your tongue and bumping the back of your throat. I did it because I was crazy horny and he was doing me and I needed to cum and we were being fair."

"So how did it finally work out?"

"Well, see, Kevin had experience with this and he knew how close he was to cumming and he kept me right on the edge until, well, we came together."

"So you both came in each other's mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Did you swallow?"

"As soon as I thought he was done, you know, cumming, I got up and spit in the kitchen sink. The living room carpet was new so I wasn't going to spit it out there. I love when the chick or guy just gently stays on me after I cum until I start to go soft and all but I couldn't do that, that day. Sometimes when I was younger and the chick would stay on me, I wouldn't go soft and then I could fuck her right away,"

"And Kevin?"

"I don't know. He didn't go spit so I think he swallowed it. Like I said, he had experience doing this. Now days I swallow. Anyway, that was my introduction to gay sex."

"Quite a big move that day from having never touched a guy to completing a blowjob."

"Yes it was. I went from not really even thinking about that to like, all the way."

"You've made inference that you continue to have gay liaisons."

"I'm bi. I'm actually married to a woman now for many years."

"Does she know?"

"She does now. She didn't for many, many years. In fact for most of our marriage. We are mild swingers, like once or twice a year we will have sex with other people, always with both of us there. No sneaking around. Now sometimes if we have a guy and he's into it, he and I will have sex with each other, but always with my wife there. She's ok with it I guess. Well, she's never said it was hot nor has she said it bothered her, she just went along with it. I really like when she fools around with the other chick and she will do that sometimes. She knows I always want that. I think she does it more for me than for herself or the other chick. I'll even say that I hope she really digs the other chick, that's like our secret code that I want her to have sex with the other chick."

"How did this change your relationship with Kevin?"

"We stayed close. Much closer I guess you could say. We both still dated chicks. I was dating the woman who became my wife right after that and Kevin stayed with the bimbo a few more weeks before he moved on to other chicks. So we saw women, but every now and then if he and I were both home and the mood struck, we got together, you know, sexually."

"Did you stay with the handjobs and blowjobs?"

"Yes. No ass-fucking if that's what you mean. But now, you know, things would go much faster. It's like we would just click, and then into one of our bedrooms, some strokes and stuff but promptly to sixty-nine."

"So you would always sixty-nine?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean one of us may do the other for a minute or two as we were warming up, but we would always sixty-nine to finish."

"Were you always able to finish together? That seems remarkable."

"Not one hundred percent, but always pretty close. Originally it was Kevin who could control it but later I began to know when Kevin was getting close and if I wasn't quite there I would slow it down some."

"Did you continue to spit? Were you able to ascertain if Kevin was swallowing?"

"I probably stopped spitting after the third or fourth time we were together. I got used to doing it. It was tough if I came first because I still had to finish but I got used to that too. Toughed it out. I had to be fair, I'd never bail on him. If he hadn't cum in a while it was hard because then there was a lot of cum."

"So how long did this go on?"

"Until Kevin moved out, probably five months. That was about the same time I was getting married and my wife seemed so innocent, I just couldn't bring it up. She knows all this stuff now but like I said, for most of our marriage she didn't know."

"Did you remain friends with Kevin?"

"Yes, we continued to work together and socialized both at work and outside for many years. I saw him a few of times over those years. Let me give you an example. Kevin calls me up and asks if I can help him fix his ride-on lawnmower. We are both motorheads I guess you could say and he needs to do some significant engine work on it, and would like me there since I'm the bigger motorhead. But he would ask when I come over if I would like to be squeaky, meaning squeaky clean, meaning sex. If I was horny I would say squeaky it is and make sure I was when I went there. So we would get together like that maybe once or twice a year, even though we saw each other a lot at work. We never tried to do anything at work though. Too many eyes and we were closeted I guess. I mean I didn't know if Kevin was seeing other guys. By then he was married and eventually had two kids, got divorced. Remarried a few years ago We text or message each other some still today but we are both retired so we don't see each other at work and we've both moved so we aren't nearby any longer. We'll see each other maybe once a year but it's with the wives and not set up for that so nothing has gone on between us now for many years. We live like six hours apart so it's not like I could run over to help work on something."