Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 17:33:47 -0400 From: Bert Wentworth Subject: The Church Organist - My First Time This is a story of my discovery and first time with a guy. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did (hee hee) First a little background; all my life I grow up being called: "sissy", "fairy", "fem" and in junior and high school I was introduced to that wonderful term: "faggot". Throughout childhood I loved using the public toilets, back then the urinals didn't have walls between them or they were a trough. Since I guess I was a kid, I think the guys didn't think anything of it when I would look sideways to look at their dicks. I was fascinated by all the different looks: small, long, fat, skinny, without a foreskin (which was the usual case) and then those with a foreskin (I guess this is what influences me with the fascination of foreskins – god I love them!). And my favorite T.V. show (yes it was a t.v. show first) was Mission: Impossible – Peter Graves was my hero!!! Upon first meeting me, my parents friends generally told them that they had a "pretty daughter" – I had long (I want to be a hippie like my older brothers) and wavy hair and a bit of effeminate features and demeanor. In my early teens, I discovered "skin rags" in the dumpsters of the apartment complex we lived in and loved going through them. I was more attracted to Screw, Hustler and Penthouse (are they still even around?), but my favorite Penthouse. These were favorites because they had pictorials that showed couples and I got to see hard dicks. My favorite thing about Penthouse was the forum section, I loved (and to this day still love) reading the stories of sex, but I always looked forward the OCCASSIONAL threesome stories where it was two guys and a girl. Reading about how a guy had his cock sucked or ass licked by another guy really got me worked up!! I guess I should have realized much earlier that I was gay, but being the logical kid, I didn't want to be gay just because everyone said I was gay, but because I WAS gay. (Doesn't make much sense now, but it did then. So, it was a week before my 17th birthday, I was substituting playing the organ for a small church prayer group (don't ask that's another LONG story). The church's regular organist (who also played for them) was on sabbatical for a few months looking at universities to go for his Master's or Doctorate – don't remember which. Well, that Sunday evening, he happened to be home, but didn't tell anyone, just showed up at the prayer meeting. Of course I insisted that he play and I'd just turn the pages for him – but he said no and so I embarrassingly play for the meeting. Afterward, he came up to me and started a conversation (I did realize he was on the effeminate side, but, thought nothing of it). We winded up talking until about 1:00 a.m. in the church (he did play a little for me on the big organ ((no pun intended)) too). When the pastor of the church saw the lights on in the sanctuary, he came over to investigate and that's when we realized we had talked the night away. We talked about everything, likes, dislikes, music, t.v., etc. and also about sex – but that was just briefly brushed over. Anyhow, when the pastor advised us of the time, I said I really had to go, I still had a half-hour walk ahead of me (I didn't have a license – still don't at 54). "Jonathan" (oh, he was 24 at the time) offered to give me a ride and I happily accepted. We continued talking all the way home and when we got to the complex I didn't want the conversation to end, so I invited him in for coffee (Mom worked the midnight to 8 shift). He happily accepted. In the back of my head I think I realized I was flirting a but didn't recognize it at the time. Having a 1 Bedroom apartment, there wasn't much to show off, except my piano and my bed (a.k.a. the pull-out couch – Mom had the bedroom). As I put water on for coffee, he sat on couch and we talked. I don't recall how he did it, but Jonathan turned the topic to sex again. Of course I admitted that I was still a virgin (although I did TRY it once at 15 with a girl and was a COMPLETE failure – couldn't get hard enough to enter her – I guess that should have set off the disco ball – but it didn't). I then went into the "story of my life" (all the stuff I just told you about). He stated the fact that I was fascinated with dicks and I blushingly admitted it. He asked if I ever played with one – again blushingly admitted only my own. He took it a step further – and asked "Have you ever wanted to?" With butterflies in my stomach and looking down, almost embarrassed I admitted that I wanted to for a LONG time. Of course, the kettle whistle blows, and I jump. He just places his hand on mine (which was resting on my knee) and said he really didn't want any coffee so why don't I just turn off the kettle and we can talk. When I got back, he had scooted to the MIDDLE of the couch so no matter where I sat, on the left or the right he'd be right next to me rather that at bookends like we were sitting. I sat down, he put his hand on my knee and leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. My butterflies turned to bats!!!! When he pulled off of my mouth, he stroked my cheek, smiled and leaned in again. I just melted into his face. My arms went around his shoulders and back, my mouth opened and our tongues touched. I thought I was in heaven. I could feel the gentleness and care in which he was "breaking me in". We made out like first time 13 year-olds. When he started to lick, kiss and suck my neck I was beyond being in heaven (new discovery for me – my neck and ears are my greatest erogenous zone ((although I didn't know the term at the time))). While making out, my dick got harder than it ever was before – it almost hurt. It seemed we both had the same thing in mind, when our hands began roaming over each other and finally to each others dicks at the same time. I couldn't believe what I felt though his jeans. I never knew a dick could be that long – I later measured it out of curiosity and it was just under 10". When he touched my dick (which just shy over 7") I let out a moan that I didn't know I had. I can't explain it, it just came out without me realizing it, but I know I didn't want it to stop – his touching me or him making me moan. He was the first to initiate the undressing. He pulled back from our kissing and popped the button on my jeans and opened my zipper. All the time with a warm and comforting smile on his face. He opened the fly and stuck his hand inside. A look of surprise and a big shit-eating grin came to his face when he realized I didn't wear underwear (like I said I always wanted to be a hippie). I giggled a little and with shaking hands, reached over and undid his jeans. Rather than open his fly, I grabbed his underwear and jeans at the same time and tried to pull them down. When he realized this, he lifted his ass and I got them pulled down to his knees. His COCK (like I said just under 10") sprang up, hit his stomach and came down pointing up in his groin. He was circumcised but I just stared for a minute and slowly reached for it. I wrapped my fingers around it (it wasn't that thick – but it was beautiful). After a slight "MMMM" from him, he just said, "Go ahead, do what you want, explore all you want." I began stroking him, up and down. I twisted my hand as I did a few time, each time invoking a small "MMMM" or "That's good" from him. After a few minutes, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me and said, "Not so fast, there's more to do and it's my turn know." He pushed me back a little, started pulling my jeans, my turn to lift my ass, and brought them to my knees. He smiled and gave a short, low whistle when he saw my dick (again just over 7" and on the semi-thick side). He reached over and began stroking me. My moans began again, I never new my dick and my body could feel so good (little did I know what I was in for). After stroking me for a minute or two, he leaned over my semi-prone body and began to kiss and neck with me again as he was stroking. Another new height was reached. When he "attacked" my neck and ears as he was stroking me a long and low guttural moan came out of me that I did not know I could produce. As he was stroking with one hand, kissing necking with me, his other had was busy unbuttoning my shirt. Once my shirt was open he worked his way down, kissing and licking across my chest, until he found my right nipple. He stopped over my nipple and licked and sucked it as he stroked me and my head was reeling. After getting that nipple hard, he worked his way over to the left and did the same thing. Then slowly, and I mean slowly, began working his way down to my navel. He stuck his tongue in my navel and began flicking it all over it, I grabbed his head and pulled it up and looked at him. Asked him to please stop, he just smiled, stuck out his tongue and dove back in. My head flipped back and I started to shake. He dragged his tongue down my little bit of a "treasure trail" to my bush. He just buried his nose in my bush and took a big whiff. He made some sort of approving sound and licked the base of my cock as he continued to kiss and smell around my bush. I don't know when he got on his knees on the floor, but the next thing I know he has one of my balls in his mouth and gentle sucking on it. My head bounced up and I looked down and saw him staring up at me with one of my balls in his mouth and my dick in his hand. My breathing was heavy and my mind was going into overload. He switched balls and all I could do was mouth an inaudible "OOOOHHHHH". When he stopped sucking my ball, and just held my dick straight up and dragged his tongue up the bottom of dick I thought I would pass out – that is until his lips took my head into his mouth. I just thought I would blow right there and then. I don't know how, but I managed to stop him. I grabbed his head, pulled him off of me stared into his eyes and said, "Let's get really comfortable." We stood up and he gave me a quizzical look when I pulled up my jeans. I simply said, "Don't worry," pulled his up to his hips and grabbed his hand. I walked him into the bedroom (yes, my mother's bed – but it was much easier than opening up the couch, way more comfortable and a queen size!). Next to the bed I started kissing him and pulling up his shirt. When I got up to his chest, I rubbed it a little and pulled back so I could get his shirt over his head. As it dropped to the floor, I dropped my mouth to his nipple as I took my shirt off. He let out a soft moan and I started kicking off my shoes. When he realized what I was doing, he kicked off his. I worked over the other nipple as I started pulling his jeans back down. When I got them to his knees, I pulled off him and knelt down to finish de-pantsing him, his cock hit me in the cheek and I was a bit startled. After his pants were on the floor at his feet, I reached for his cock and held it straight out toward my face. I looked up and he just smiled down at me. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head, right on the pee slot. I tasted a little something but couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but I knew I liked it. (Oh, I have tasted my own cum many times by this point – another clue I should have picked-up on.) I licked his head a few more times and then took it between my lips. I sucked a little and flicked my tongue on the hole looking for a little more of that taste. Remembering what I've read in all those forums, I took more in my mouth and started going up and down while sucking. I kept going down further and further with each bob, while jerking the base. After a little while, he bent over, grabbed me under my arms and stood me up, bent back down and pulled me jeans to the floor, stood, turned me and pushed me onto the bed. Laying back with my legs over the side, he crawled on the bed, put his knees next to my head, bent over and took my dick in his mouth. I let out a moan before reaching up and directing his cock toward my mouth. Taking it in my mouth I started to suck upward as he went down on my dick. He stop my head, placing it on the bed and then started to pump into my mouth. When his cock hit the back of my mouth and I choked and gagged, he came back up and out and gave me moment to recover, still sucking me the entire time, and when I grabbed his cock and put it back in my mouth he started pumping again, as I stroked him at the same time – I figured this would help keep it from choking me again. Thinking things couldn't get any better, the next thing I knew, I felt my dick head go into his throat and then him gulping against my cock. I started bucking up without even thinking, and felt my balls bouncing against his nose. He came back up and off my cock, took a quick deep breath and went back all the way down. I couldn't take much more, and felt that wonderful tinkling feeling just before you cum. I pushed his hips up, let his cock slip out of my mouth and in between deep, heaving breathing told him I was gonna cum. He immediately brought my cock into his mouth and sucked up and down, twirling his tongue around and under the head and with grunt after grunt I came harder then I ever came on my own. Talk about seeing stars!!! I thought I might even pass out. Once I recovered, I found we where laying proper on the bed, side by side, his hands roaming over my torso. I don't know how that happened. I leaned up to him, gave him a deep kiss, pulled back, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "WOW!" "Wow indeed, you got a sweet tasting load kid." "You mean you swallowed it?" "Of course," this is where I heard this for the first time and have used MANY times, "If I'm gonna do all that work, I want the reward that comes with it!!" I giggled, hugged and kissed him some more. As I semi-forcibly rolled him onto his back, I said, "Now it's my turn." With that, I started kissing down his body from his neck to his bush and cock. Like before, I took the head in my lips and swirled my tongue over the piss slit and whole head. I then started sucking and bobbing, jerking from the base. I've read about deep throating (including various techniques) for years, I've just experienced how it feels to have it done and now I wanted to try doing it. I kept getting lower and lower on his cock, twirling my tongue around on each up motion and more suction on each down motion. Taking it slow I more and more in my mouth and then it was time to take the bull by the horns. I came up off his cock, took a deep breath and then went down, and down and then I felt it, at my throat, my gag reflex was kicking in but I just plunged past it and POP I felt his cock in my throat and next his pubes tickling my nose. I held for a few seconds and then had to come up for air. I let his cock come up into my mouth and breathed through my nose, and went back again, the gag was less and the cock was more. I kept rhythm up for almost five minutes, him moans and mewing the entire time, rubbing my head with his hands, with a little bit of extra pressure now and then. Then I heard him groan real deep and guttural. I felt his cock pulse in my throat and realized he was cumming. I pulled up so I could taste it. He squirt two or three times and then started oozing. I just kept twirling my tongue all over his cock and swallowing basking in the texture and taste of his cum, his hard yet velvety cock. I liked the taste of my own cum but his was so much better. Once he was done cumming and started to go soft I went up an laid next to him rubbing his heaving chest and felt his racing heart. After he "came back to earth" (as he later put it), we cuddled. The first thing he said to me was, "I thought you never done this before." "I haven't, I swear!" "Well then, kid, you're a natural!!" That brought a big smile to my face and I kissed him deeply and sincerely. Then we talked and talked. Most important was that we were only going to have a VERY short romance as he was heading to D.C. in two weeks to go for his studies and how he thought fucking was only for "the one". (How I lost my anal virginity is a story for another day.) After I gave him a kiss a the door (5 a.m.-ish) I closed the door and straight (pardon the expression) out of a movie I leaned against the door and said out loud, "So that's what their talking about!!" Oh, the loss of innocence and birth of cock and cum slut!!! The summer of 1979 was definitely an eye opener – the fall an anal opener, but like I said that's a story for another time. Well, I hope you enjoyed by "awakening" story. The only thing that is not true is Jonathan's name. Thought's, comments, etc. please feel free to contact me – bert1962a@yahoo.com (don't forget the "a" after 1962 or the wrong person will get your thoughts!)