Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2000 14:59:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] bi-guy mids" <biguymids@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fucked for the First Time

Fucked for the first time

I had fantasised about sleeping with another man for years. When I was at
school, just 13 years old, I had a brief experience with a classmate, which
awakened feelings in me that, at the time, I simply didn't understand.

In the years to come, those same feelings were also generated by close
contact with girls and my sexual leanings certainly took my down that path.

I love to make love to a woman. I love the feel, taste and smell of a
woman. I love the look of the female body, I love to tease and play with it
and I love the way that men and women fit together. I love women.

So why did I frequently have the desire to taste another man's cock, to
feel his penis where previously only a lover's finger or a vibrator had
been?

Certainly, I loved having my anus stimulated during sex, penetrated by a
finger or even a vibrator and girlfriends seemed to enjoy the feeling of
power that fucking my arse gave them. I am very orally orientated and love
going down on a woman, usually involving a little anal stimulation in the
overall picture too. Some women shy away from it but most relax when they
realise how good it feels and that I am not necessarily going to bugger
them senseless.

While I had no trouble spotting women that I found sexually attractive, the
same could not be said for men. In the few gay magazines I have plucked up
the courage to buy, the smooth, hard models looked very attractive and
there could be no doubting that I would willingly have leapt into bed with
many of them. But how many models do you meet in real life? Not many.

Where, then, would I find a real man with whom I could explore this other
side of my sexuality? He would need to be someone whom I could trust, not
only to move things along at a reasonable rate but to be discreet and
safe. Cruising a gay club seemed like a less-than-ideal solution.

In the end, it was my flat-mate who fitted the bill.

After the breakdown of my marriage, I moved a long way from my previous
home and ended up moving into a colleague and friend's flat when my own
accommodation set-up fell apart. We'd worked and socialised together for
around a year beforehand and got on very well. He'd been through a messy
break-up a couple of years before me and so we had a great deal in common,
including - we gradually discovered, in drunken conversations - similar
ideas when it came to sex.

Before his marriage, he had enjoyed a couple of drunken fumbles with a
close friend and had since wanted to repeat the experience but with a
little more input from both parties. The more we learned about each other,
the more we found we had in common.

The turning point almost came on a winter holiday.

We had jetted off for some winter sun with a female friend - our regular
partner in crime, who herself was very bisexual. Naked on the beach all
day, we would pass comment on what we would like to do with the various
other sun worshippers. After a couple of days of this, she was simply
talking about the girls, while we discussed what we'd like to do to girls,
guys or both. Naturally, both us guys spent most of the day with raging
hard-ons. Just as well it was very out of season.

After the beach each afternoon, we'd return to the resort and head to the
sports club, where there were three saunas cabin. These were barely used
and we'd frequently have not just one cabin but the whole place to
ourselves. Naturally, as we soaked up the heat, our conversations became
hornier and hornier as we all drifted off into our own little fantasies and
related them to the others.

My flatmate Bob and I frequently imagined scenes with couples that we'd
seen, our friend Claire described how she'd feast on some girl or
other. She was also as keen to watch us getting it on with other guys as we
were to see her in some all-girl action and a pact was made that if either
of us did end up sleeping with someone, the others - and particularly
Claire if it was Bob or I who struck lucky - would get to watch.

To cool down from the heat of the suana, there were icy showers outside the
cabins and one afternoon, while Bob and I were in the showers, we decided
that the next time Claire left us alone in the cabin we'd give her
something to watch. By the time she came back, we agreed, we'd be sitting
holding each others' erect dicks.

The thought excited me tremendously, although I had not thought exactly
what we'd do afterwards. I believe we both thought the shock value would be
enough to give us all a laugh and that it would probably go no further than
that.

Almost immediately we returned to the cabin, however, we were joined by a
couple of holidaymakers and our plans were put on hold, while we secretly
thanked our lucky stars for the cold showers that we'd just left. In fact,
the idea had to be shelved entirely, as we were never again alone in the
sauna for the remainder of the week.

During a drunken meal one Saturday night several months later, we told
Claire about our plan. She laughed and agreed that she would have been
quite taken aback with the picture we portrayed but she asked what we'd
have done then. Neither of us had an answer but I immediately felt my cock
stiffen at the thought of sitting with Bob's hard-on in my hand.

Bob and I were sitting side-by-side, at a table in a very busy bistro, with
Claire on the end, all three of us leaning over intently to hear what the
others were saying in the general din. As the meal progressed, we became
steadily drunker and, as is our way, all three of us began flirting with
the other two more and more outrageously until, quite to my own surprise, I
found my right hand massaging Bob's erect penis through his jeans.

He continued talking, as I did, as though nothing untoward were happening,
though he did shift forward on his seat and spread his legs under the table
to afford me better access. With the blood pumping in my head, I popped the
buttons of his fly and - with some difficulty - fished his hot, hard cock
out of his jeans.

The feeling of grasping that flesh with my hand for the first time will
stay with me for a long time. I could feel it burning into my palm as it
twitched and throbbed. I gently eased the foreskin back and ever so slowly
began a gentle pumping action.

It was far too cumbersome with my right hand jammed down between us, so I
leaned forward and slipped my left arm under the table edge, over to his
lap and onto his dick, just as the waitress arrived with the coffees. As I
pulled on his cock, she poured the coffee just inches away, completely
unaware of what was going on - as was Claire. But not for long!

Before our friend could take a mouthful of coffee, I brought my left hand
back above the table and slipped the index finger into her mouth. Playing
along with the gag, she sucked it seductively, then her eyes widened as she
recognised the taste on it. Not the sugar or perhaps cream she had been
expecting...

The taste of cum is unmistakable and her eyes widened as her eyebrows shot
up questioningly. Bob and I both mimicked her expression.

"Whose is that?" she asked me. "Bob's," I answered, "I'm playing with him
under the table."

Immediately she leaned forward and sneaked her right arm around the table
in front of me, to verify the fact for herself, breaking into a broad smile
as she came into contact with the head of Bob's penis, smeared with the
pre-cum she had just tasted.

"I think it's time we got the bill, don't you," said Bob.

Bob buttoned himself up again as we summoned the waitress, paid hurriedly
and almost ran from the place in our haste to get back to the flat.

As we hurried home, hardly a word was spoken. Words were simply not
necessary. Bob and I knew that we were going to make love to each other and
Claire knew that she'd have a prime viewing position and the chance to play
choreographer, if there was something in particular she wanted to see. In
fact, digging out my camcorder as soon as we stepped inside the flat, I
made her director as well!

We moved into my bedroom, as my bed's biggest and Bob and I quickly
stripped. Being naked together was not so unusual, we often went without
clothes in the flat but we didn't usually have erections slapping our
stomachs!

As Claire switched the camera on, she began panning up and down our
bodies. It must have been a good view, a she's 5ft2 and we're both over
6ft. I reached out with my left hand and found Bob's hard cock. He grasped
mine and we both began a slow up-and-down motion, wanking each other to
full erection for the camera.

I must admit, from that moment on, the camera was never in the forefront of
my mind, as I was concentrating too much on the experience.

I dropped to my knees and there, as I'd fantasised so many times, was an
erect cock, swaying in front of my face. I tilted my head forward slightly
and opened my mouth, savouring every second as I slowly fed Bob's dick
between my lips. Reaching out with my tongue, I licked the pre-cum from the
tip, savouring the taste of him before leaning forward once more and taking
him deep into my waiting mouth.

His hips twitched involuntarily as I closed down on that wonderful, hot
meat. I could feel his pulse throbbing through him as I held him there, and
as I rested my hands on his buttocks, I could feel a slight tremor. Good,
he was as horny as I was. Now, I would give a man my first blow-job. I was
in ecstasy.

Moving my mouth slowly up and down his shaft, I revelled in the new
sensations. I let him slip right out between my lips, just keeping contact
with my tongue, before plunging down again, taking him all the way back
in. He filled my mouth - I was unused to the sheer size - and saliva ran
down from the corners of my mouth as I gradually slowly picked up a nice,
regular rhythm.

My hands moved between his buttocks and he shifted his weight, spreading
his legs to give me better access as I slipped my fingers up between the
cheeks. With my right hand at the base of his cock and my left index finger
probing his puckered anus, he started to rotate his hips, driving himself
into my mouth and working his ring on my finger.

I knew what he wanted and slipped the finger into my mouth with his cock,
coating it liberally with saliva. As I returned it to its former position,
he continued his rotary motion and I pushed gently upwards.

As Bob bent his knees slightly, spreading his legs still further, I slipped
the tip of my finger past the ring of muscle and into his ass. The groan he
let out sent a shudder through us both.

I continued sucking and gently probing for another minute or two. I sensed
Bob's legs might be getting tired by now and, anyway, I had a surprise for
him, so I turned him so his back was to the side of the bed and gradually
made him sit down.

Reaching into the drawer of the bedside cabinet, I fumbled out my tube of
KY jelly. As I released his cock from my mouth I told him to lay back and
he did so, resting on his elbows so he had as good a view of the action as
Claire.

With a good handful of the cold gel, I began to smear his ass-crack. He
shivered with the cold sensations and his nipples stiffened as his cock
again slapped against his belly. Using my gelled hand, I worked a little
lube into his anus, swivelling my finger as I did so, working it in to the
knuckle for the benefit of the camera. When I was sure he was well lubed
up, I reached into the drawer again for my surprise.

Both he and Claire leaned towards me to see what I was holding and his eyes
widened when he saw the black rubber butt-plug that I had retrieved. I had
often used it while I masturbated myself but neither of them had any idea
that it existed. Now, Bob would feel it for himself. To ensure Claire was
not feeling too left out, I also pulled a 7-inch vibrating dildo from the
drawer and handed it to her. How she would cope with it and the camera was
her problem!

As the camera zoomed in close, I spread Bob's legs wide in the air and
started to tease his hole with the thin pointed tip of the butt-plug,
rubbing it up and down the crack, over and over his anus. As he started to
squirm, I dolloped more KY on the plug and applied it directly to his
well-greased orifice, gradually putting a little weight behind it as he
pushed out with his puckered ring and allowed the tip of the black intruder
access.

With just the tiniest part inside him, I rested momentarily, leaning
forward to lick up and down his cock once more before resuming my teasing
task.

I pushed again, gradually twisting and pushing first one inch into him,
then another. He was leaning well back on his elbows now, pushing his hips
down to meet my pressure, encouraging me to slip more of the six-inch plug
inside him.

As I did so, of course. the plug became not just deeper but wider,
stretching his ass-hole bit-by-bit. How well I know that feeling, how well
I know the pleasure that relaxing the muscles to accept the welcome
intrusion feels. How well I knew then how full he was starting to feel. But
there was more to come and he was going to take it all.

I was in commend now, slowly withdrawing an inch or two of my rubber friend
before pushing it back inside Bob's relaxing hole. As he leaned back again,
his head fell back and I started to fuck him with the plug. In,
stretch. Out, relax. In, stretch. Out, relax.

Deeper and deeper I worked it, until it had reached its widest part, then
with a final push, I watched with satisfaction as his ass muscles tightened
around the narrower base section and pulled the plug fully home. How good
it looked, firmly wedged up his virgin hole.

Now I turned my attention to his cock again, drawing it into my mouth,
placing a hand on each of his thighs and spreading his legs even wider as I
worked his manhood in my mouth. I knew he would be feeling stretched wide
open, vulnerable, yet full to the brim at the same time and now I decided
I'd add another sensation. I was going to try to deep throat him.

Claire had described how she learned to just relax and let a cock slip down
her throat without gagging and so I simply did the same. I let myself go
slack and simply pushed down until my nose was buried in Bob's pubic hairs
and his dick was deep in my throat. At first the reflex to gag was strong
but I relaxed again, convincing myself that I wouldn't suffocate and the
crisis passed.

I pulled back, just keeping the head of Bob's cock in my mouth, took a
breath through my nose and buried myself in his crotch again, his meat
easily finding a home in my throat. Encouraged, I repeated the technique
again and again, twisting the butt plug and pulling it back against his
sphincter, which clenched on the big width inside as I did so.

I was soon tasting Bob's pre-come again and I picked up the pace, waiting
for the spasms to start as he reached orgasm and eagerly anticipating my
first mouthful of cum. But it was not to be, yet. Bob reached down and
pulled my head up off his shining dick.

"Climb up here," he commanded, motioning to the bed beside him. I did so,
lying on my back as he reached out for my cock.

I lay back and savoured the experience of my first blow-job from a man as
Bob slipped my cock into his mouth.

I had simply done the things that I enjoyed when I was sucking on him and
now he reciprocated, sucking, licking, nibbling, pumping my throbbing cock
with his hands and playing with my ass. As I watched him at work, mouth
full of my dick and hands delving between my legs, it was my turn to feel
the cold presence of the KY around my ass.

He spread a good handful up and down my crack, before sliding first one,
then two fingers into my tight hole to lube that too. Then I felt a
strange, cold object replace the fingers, probing into my ring. He pushed
the neck of the KY tube firmly up against my hole and, as I relaxed to
allow it in, squeezed the rest of the contents inside me. I immediately
felt the cooling sensation inside me and a sudden pumping of blood as Bob
knelt up and moved between my spread legs, his cock bouncing in front of
him.

I could hardly take my eyes off it and now I knew that all I wanted was to
have that hot, thick, hard cock deep inside me. I grasped my knees with
both hands and pulled my legs as far apart as they would go.

"Fuck me, Bob," I encouraged him. "Fuck my arse. I want to feel your cock
inside me."

He needed no further bidding and leaned forward, pressing the head of his
cock against my generously-lubed hole. I reached between my legs to grasp
the head of his weapon and guide it perfectly into place as I pushed out
with my sphincter to welcome him in.

There was the familiar pressure I had felt when fucking myself with the
dildo, then his head was forcing its way past the slippery muscle and being
drawn inside. God, that felt big! He waited a moment as he felt me clench
down hard just behind the head of his cock, before I could relax the
involuntary action.

As he felt me relaxing, he pushed forward again and I was amazed by the
ease with which he slid deep inside me. I could see Claire and the camera
bobbing about for a close-up and I pulled my knees further up to my chest
to allow her an un-rivalled view of Bob breaking into my virgin hole.

Bob pulled back a little and I felt some of his length slip out of me. Even
as I was starting to feel relief from the fullness, he pumped his hips and
thrust back in again, adding another inch or so. A couple more strokes and
his 7 inches were buried deep inside me, and I could feel his balls
pressing up against me.

He leant forward with his whole body, ensuring that there was no more of
him left to feed me, then rested as we both enjoyed the feelings. I could
feel the heat of him burning deep into me, feel the blood pulsing in his
throbbing meat through my tightly-stretched ring, feel the most completely
full feeling I had ever experienced.

"Is that good?" he asked.

"Fucking marvellous!" I laughed in reply. "You?"

"God, you're tight," he laughed.

"Well, you'll just have to break me in then, won't you?" I answered.

"Okay, then. One good hard fucking coming up."

With that, he withdrew almost all the way, just leaving the head buried in
me, before pushing his length back in to the hilt, repeating the action as
I rested the soles of my feet on his shoulders.

He pumped that hard cock of his into me nice and slowly - long, deep stroke
after long, deep stroke - filling me full of himself with every thrust as I
reached around to spread my buttocks even further for him.

I was moaning now with every stroke, encouraging him, begging him to fuck
me harder.

His tempo increased gradually, forcing himself deep into my slick hole with
each thrust. Then he pulled himself further up my body, bending me double
as he rested his hands on my shoulders, bearing down with all his weight,
forcing me into the bed as he pumped my virgin depths.

I gave up trying to reach his nipples and reached around behind him to
clasp his buttocks and draw him in deeper still. I could feel the
butt-plug, still in place, and I started working it in and out of his
arse-hole as far as I could, knowing that the feeling of that width trying
to escape from his sphincter as he clenched his buttocks to thrust deep
into me would only add to his excitement.

Both of us were reaching a point of no return, fast. His pounding
increasing in speed and vigour and suddenly, the stretching, the pumping,
the pressure deep inside me was too much and I shuddered over the edge.

My arms dropped to the bed as my climax hit me and my burning cock spewed
white-hot cum, pumping what seemed like pints of the stuff between our two
slapping bellies. As my cock jerked and convulsed, I could feel my
stretched sphincter clenching its invader in sympathy, the spasms
translated into a tight gripping motion on the cock pounding in and out of
my hole.

Suddenly, Bob was crying out. He went rigid, seemingly trying to bury his
entire body inside me as with one huge, final thrust he started to come. I
could feel the super-heat of his cum filling my guts as he twitched and
jerked, spasming deep in my hole, his hips bumping against my body again as
he pumped me full.

It seemed to take minutes for it to finish, then Bob was collapsing on me,
both of us panting, laughing, gasping for breath, two sweaty, cum-covered
bodies locked together by the tight muscles of my hole.

Finally, he lifted himself off me and I felt that indescribable feeling as
his still-firm manhood plopped from my sloppy hole.

"God, that was good," I gasped, as he tried to get his breath back. "When
you say a good fucking, you mean it!"

We both laughed as Claire climbed onto the bed between us.

Reaching down to grasp a semi-erect cock in each hand, she smiled. "I hope
you've got something left, boys. That was the horniest thing I have ever
seen. Now let's see what you two can do for me!"