I closed the car door behind me, took a deep breath, and whispered, "What am I doing?"
My mind had been racing all week, and I found it possible to focus on work.
All I could think about was that cock from last weekend. Part of me felt weird. I was now someone who had made another man cum, and that was a big deal. But I mostly thought about how hard the dick was, and the thrill of doing something so taboo.
After a long time, years really, of thinking about it, I had finally connected with someone through Craigslist. A few beers helped with the courage, but I found someone right down the street who was looking for a very discreet guy for a hand job.
I responded that I wasn't looking to get off myself, I just wanted to give. I also laid out all the rules which I needed to be comfortable- no talking beyond a "hi", no eye contact, no touching other than his dick, and nothing but a hand job.
He agreed, and I walked into his unlocked door.
I found him, as planned, sitting on his couch with his basketball shorts pulled down, and his cock out. He must have already started because he was hard as a rock and some pre-cum glistened on his tip. I nearly backed out of the door at the sight, but years of curiosity drove me forward.
I sat down next to him, and without thinking any further, reached out and gripped his shift. He leaned back, and closed his eyes. I pulled up and down for maybe a minute, and he started to move his hips around and breathe faster.
He moaned, then I could feel his cock grow even more.
"Uggh," he grunted as his cock pulsed.
A thick stream of cum shot straight up, then landed on my hand. I kept going, and four more shots came out and flowed down my hand and wrist. I panicked, jumped up, and ran out the door.
Looking back on it now, I had to laugh. What was I expecting? How many times had I beaten off? Of course there would be cum. I was only curious about cock, and didn't think about what I would do when he shot his load. I guess I assumed he would tell me, or take over. I hadn't prepared to have someone else's seed on me.
I jumped down his stairs and marched down the road back to my place. My head was spinning, but halfway there I realized I still had the cum all over me. I stopped and looked around, and saw a bush. I grabbed some leaves and furiously wiped.
"Yuck! Never again!" I said.
I washed my hands when I got home, then went to bed. I jerked off once. Then again. Then another time. My cock stayed hard as I thought of what I had done. I was repulsed, but intrigued.
That was pretty much my week, and now here I was.
After days of thinking about, I wanted to try again. I couldn't get in touch with the same guy, so I got back on Craigslist.
I didn't find anything that fit, most guys were looking to get fucked, or suck cock. That wasn't me. I'm not like them, I told myself.
There was one post about the rail trail hiking park near me. It said a lot of guys meet there and head off into the woods. I thought about, and said what the hell.
I started down the trail, and realized I had no idea what to do. I figured the guys wouldn't hang out near the busy entrance, so I went down a smaller side trail that seemed empty. I passed a few people, and wondered if they were there for the same reason as me.
They mostly smiled and kept going, so I assumed not.
"How would I know?" I asked myself. I continued to a remote part, and hadn't seen anyone for quite a while.
"I like this trail. It's quieter than the others," a voice said behind me.
My chest tightened, and I struggled to say, "It's nice."
He laughed. "Nervous?" he asked.
Still not sure if this guy was just conversational or not, I said, "No reason to be." I was starting to feel uncomfortable/
"Are you going to turn around?" he asked.
I looked down and saw my shorts stretched out due to my throbbing erection. "Ugh no, I'm fine. I was just leaving."
He stepped closer, and was right behind me. "Straight guys are so funny. You come here for a reason, then you lose the nerve," he said.
"Yeah, I guess."
"So tell me, if you were staying, what would you be into?" he asked.
"Ugh, I don't know. I did give a hand job once, kind of wanted to again."
"Really? How boring. You came all the way out here to give a hand job? A nice ass like that, and you think a guy wants you to do something he can do himself."
I took a step forward, and said, "I think I should go, we aren't looking for the same thing."
I heard clicks, which I would later become familiar with as the sound of a lube bottle opening and closing. "I guess I have to train another one."
"Huh?" I asked, and started to turn.
Before I could, he shoved his hand down the back of my shorts and stuck the tip of his finger up my ass.
"What the fuck!" I yelled. I jumped up and tried to pull away, but he wrapped his other arm around my and held me there.
"Just enjoy it," he said.
