Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2007 07:40:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott MacKenzie <scotty2day@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scott Goes Bi

      This is a true story about my first sexual encounter with another
man.  This is also my first submission.  I hope to write more true stories
about my own sexual experiences, and then branch off to do some fantasy
stories as well.  I'd love to hear from readers and other writers alike,
just e-mail me at scotty2day@yahoo.com.
      This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adult
audiences only


      I had just graduated from college and was enjoying the freedom of my
own apartment and my own well sized paycheck.  My first assignment as a
newly commissioned military officer was in the rural south, just an hour's
drive away from a large city.  During college I had fantasized about gay
sex, nearly obsessed about it you could say, but had always fallen short of
acting on it.  I was in my mid-20's and looked even younger.  At 5'10", 155
pounds I had what may be called a runner's build.  I was not muscular per
se, but trim enough that my abs were just visible, in the right light.  I
admired the smooth skinned bodies of some of my college classmates and
cursed my black Irish genes for the black, coarse hair that covered my
chest, stomach, and legs.

      The introduction of computers connected to the internet in our
college library helped to fuel my obsession, and during late night "study
sessions" I could be found surreptitiously surfing "cruisingforsex.com" and
chatting in the College Guys chat room of "gay.com".  Once I had my first
paycheck in the bank after graduation I bought my own home computer so I
could continue my sexual surfing in the privacy of my own apartment.  I had
a fully naked picture in an on-line profile taken from the neck down, that
combined with my age, height, weight, and a short description that I was
"looking for a discreet hook-up", ensured that I received plenty of instant
messages once I logged on.

      I soon became very adept at screening the men who cruised on-line
with me; I stayed away from guys that were over 35 or so, unless they had a
picture that disproved the image of a beer-bellied bald guy I had in my
minds eye.  College guys, while seemingly appealing at first, were rarely
focused enough to provide what it was I was looking for.  I was really
looking for a guy to hook-up with, but I wasn't into running out the door
to meet someone after 2 minutes of on-line chat.  I did that once and
learned my lesson when the nice, "average build" guy I went to meet ended
up being a 6'4" biker clad in leather.  I needed to have some sense that
the guy I would potentially meet was interested in the same things as me,
safety, discretion, and willing to be patient with this first-timer.

      I found a few like that and enjoyed lengthy chat sessions with them.
Almost always our chat sessions were hot, steamy cybersex sessions that I
ended up typing one handed as I sat naked in front of the computer.  But
every once in awhile we would just chat.  One guy in particular was Steve.
He said he was 28, 5'8", 150 lbs with dirty blond hair and he lived not too
far away from me, just outside the nearby large city.  He didn't have a
picture to send me, but for some reason I trusted him.  We traded addresses
of gay websites we both enjoyed, and chatted about what it was we wanted to
do with another man.  He had never fucked, or been fucked, by a guy, but I
think he may have had a few encounters that didn't really live up to his
expectations.  I told him that I had fantasized for a long time about
giving head to another man, about feeling another man's hard cock in my
hand and between my lips.  I told him I would start there and might do more
if I felt comfortable enough.

      Maybe it was the honesty I sensed in his own admission that he was
relatively new to this, or maybe it was because I felt that we were so much
alike, but eventually Steve and I had forgone cybersex sessions and were
talking on the phone.  The phone sex was even hotter, listening to him pant
as I told him how I would get on my knees in front of him and take his cock
in my mouth.  I told him I wanted to feel his hands in my hair as he
pressed my head down, making me take his cock deeper.  I would tell him I'd
keep my hands on his ass and pull him into my mouth.  I'd offer slurping
noises over the phone when I sensed he was close.  As I slurped he would
tell me how good my wet mouth felt on his cock.  "I'm fucking your face,
I'm fucking your face" he'd chant, as I tried to time my moans with what I
thought his hand was doing to his own cock.  He would grunt through a
prolonged orgasm, as I cooed "yeah baby, cum on my face, cum on my face."
Invariably I would cum at the same time, one climax per phone conversation
being enough.  No worries, I knew the next time he would do the same for
me, but after a few phone calls Steve brought up the obvious, "Scott, we
need to do this for real, what do you think?"
      "Definitely, I'm ready."  My hands shook as I held the phone.  It was
like I was hearing another person speaking in my voice.  Was I really going
to go through with this?
      "Are you sure?  I don't want to pressure you, but I think the time is
right.  I really want to be with you."
      "I'm sure."  There was that voice again.
      "How about we meet this Saturday?  We'll meet somewhere neutral, and
if you want, we'll go back to my place."
      "We're really going to do it."  It was statement, or maybe I was
talking to myself, I'm not sure.
      "It's going to be great, I can feel it."

      I could think of nothing else the rest of the week.  My underwear
stayed damp with precum because I would get hard on and off throughout the
day as I thought about the Saturday to come.  We chatted on-line a few
times at night, but abstained from any cyber or phone sex.  I think we both
thought that we should "save up" for the main event.  He e-mailed me
directions to the strip mall that was supposedly near his home, and told me
when and where to be there.  He told that he would be in a gold Toyota
Camry.  I told him about my pick-up truck.  When the day came, I shaved my
face then showered and cleaned every corner and crevice.  I dressed in a
loose fitting button-up shirt and blue jeans, grabbed the directions and
jumped in my truck.  A weird sense of calmness settled over me during the
drive as I committed myself to this.  I had always wanted it, always
fantasized about it, so why not do it?

      I started shaking as I drove into the parking lot that was the
designated meeting point.  I parked in a visible spot and tried to look
non-chalant as I looked around for the gold Camry.  It surprised me when he
pulled up next to me from behind just a few seconds after I applied my
parking brake.  Without getting out he leaned over and told me through the
open passenger side window.
      "Hey, how ya' doing?  Follow me."  I complied.  'Hmm, I wonder where
we are going', I thought?  He drove for about a mile down the road and
pulled into a residential area.  Within seconds he was pulling into a
parking spot in front of a nice, modern apartment building. 'Oh shit, we're
at his place!' I realized.  I was expecting a talk over coffee or
something.  I pulled into a vacant spot and saw him getting out in my
rear-view mirror.  I got out too.

      He walked straight towards me.  In khaki pants and a t-shirt he
looked like an LL Bean posterboy, just slightly smaller in stature.  He had
medium length, light brown hair, was clean shaven with a manly jawline that
contributed to his rugged, outdoorsman type looks.  His beaming smile was
echoed in his blue eyes.  I couldn't help but to smile back as I thought
'what do I do, hug him?  Shake his hand?  We had phone sex, that rates more
than a handshake, doesn't it?'  He solved the problem with an outstretched
hand that shook mine warmly.

      "It's good to see you.  I thought you might be more comfortable at my
place, away from everyone else.  Is that okay?"
      "Uh, yeah. That's good."  Smooth.
      "Come on inside."
      I followed him into the ground floor door of his place and
immediately noticed that it wasn't an apartment, but some kind of condo,
because he had stairs that led to a second floor.  The air conditioning hit
the sheen of sweat on my skin and sent a chill up my spine.  Steve noticed
and grasped my shoulder, "I'm glad you came."  His smile helped put me at
ease, but then I could tell he was just as nervous as I was when I saw him
stumble for the next thing to say.  "So... do you want something to drink,
or we could just sit and talk... umm.."
      Something about his sudden awkwardness brought a directness out of me
that surprised even me. "So where is your computer?"
      He only hesitated slightly, "It's over here, do you want to check out
some stuff on-line?"  His question ended in a smile.
      "Yeah, let's see some of those websites together."  Somewhere in my
brain, I had made up my mind.  I was going through with this today.
      The apartment was nicely furnished, carpeted, and clean.  I didn't
know what Steve did for a living, just one of those things that went with
the discretion that we were both looking for, but whatever it was he lived
comfortably enough.  The large desk held one of those big desktop monitors
everyone had in those days.  He pulled up a dining room chair to sit on and
offered me his swivel office chair as he took a seat in front of the
computer and started the dial up procedure.  He tried small talk as the
modem went through its beeps, "So are you sure you don't want anything to
drink?"
      "Yeah, I'm sure."
      "Were the directions okay?  No trouble there?"
      "Nope, they were right on."
      "Okay, then.  Here we go."  He turned back to the computer.  "What do
you want see.  Straight stuff or..."
      "Let's see some gay stuff.  Show me your favorite."  I sensed that
now maybe I was being too direct for him.  But he went on.  I can't
remember the site he went to, but it was tamer than I had expected.  Maybe
he was trying to take it slow, but I was ready.  As one of the first images
opened up of a typical, well-built, well-hung, smooth skinned cocksman
opened up he moved his hand to my leg.  "Do you like this one?"  I nodded
and looked down at his hand, slowly moving on my leg.  "Is it okay if I do
this?"  I nodded some more as he clicked to another picture of some random
hunk with his cock hanging limp.  My own cock was moving quickly to
hardness.  Any barriers or hesitation had been broken already and Steve's
hand moved to my crotch as I moved and swiveled to give him more access.
He shifted in his chair and moved in front of me, and before I knew it he
leaned in to kiss me.  I kissed back out of reflex, but it was a short
kiss.  I hadn't thought about kissing a guy before, it had not been part of
my fantasies and thoughts, but when he leaned in again for a second kiss I
kissed back, opening my mouth slightly with his.  His lips were full and
soft.  I was hooked, I was a kisser of men.  We made out.  His hands
cradled my head at the back of my neck, then through my hair as the kisses
became wetter and deeper.  He kissed down my neck, to my chest and then my
crotch, feeling for the outline of my cock against the denim of my jeans.
With my hands I lifted his shirt to give my fingers access to the bare skin
of his back.  The hot skin and firm muscles so different than anything I
had ever touched so intimately before.  In that moment I was lost in his
"maleness", the slight scruff of his face against mine.  The strength in
his fingers against my own skin, the feel of muscles moving beneath his
skin.  My heart was pounding in my chest.
      "Stand up.  Can I take off your pants?"
      I smiled at the question. "Yes."  No need to ask anymore, we are
doing this.  He fumbled with my belt, and I helped with the button, but he
slowed my fingers down and took control.  After the slow pull of my zipper
he hooked his thumbs in the waist of my jeans and pulled them down, leaving
my cotton boxer shorts on, taking care to make sure my jeans did not catch
on my protruding cock.  Once my pants passed my thighs they dropped quickly
to the floor and I stepped out of them and my shoes at the same time.
Steve buried his face into my crotch, his cheek resting against my upright
cock, his arms embracing my ass in a strong hug.  My hands went to his head
and held him there as my hips moved slightly against his face, the thin
fabric of my boxers the only thing between his face and my cock.  He drew
back and kissed it through the fabric, his hand coming forward to hold the
base of my cock.  I grasped his shoulder and moaned.  He took the signal.
This was not a time for slow and steady.  He grabbed my shorts and pulled
them down, keeping his eyes on my cock.  He wasted no time as I stepped out
of my boxers he grabbed the base of my fully hard, six inch cock that stood
fully upright with one hand and pulled my cockhead down level with his lips
and took the head of my cock in his mouth with one swift motion.  My hands
went to his head, but I resisted the urge to thrust.  I wanted to feel how
he did this.  My cock was in the mouth of another man for the first time,
and it was mindblowing.  He grasped my cock like he really wanted it.  This
blowjob wasn't a chore like past girlfriends had made it seem.  This man
wanted my cock and he knew how to please it.  There were no tentative
kisses or fingertip handling.  He grasped it and pumped the base of my cock
in his manly hand while his wet lips started moving in time with his
pumping hand.  He didn't care if his watering mouth dripped saliva on the
floor or made a slurping noise as he came off my cock before diving back
onto it.  This man was sucking cock and was enjoying it as much as I was.
The intense pleasure his mouth was sending through my cock made my breath
come out in gasps and my knees weak.  I stumbled a bit at one point as my
head leaned back in pleasure.  He looked into my eyes, the head of my cock
just at his lips wet with his own saliva.
      "Let's take this to the bed."  I nodded, my chest heaving as if I had
just run a short sprint.  "Follow me." He said for the second time that
day, and I obeyed.  My cock bounced in front of me as we headed up the
stairs, him fully clothed and me just in my shirt.

      His bedroom was right at the top of the stairs.  The bed was covered
in a puffy white quilt and the room was lit by the mid day sun shining
through the translucent pale drapes that were shut in front of the windows.
He started shucking his shirt immediately and turned to face me as I did
the same.  I moved my eyes across his body as he went for the button to his
pants.  His chest was well muscled and covered in fine brown hair which
thickened and darkened as it covered his stomach and went lower.  His
underwear and pants came off together with his socks and in an instant he
was naked in front of me.  My eyes zeroed in on his cock as it sprang free,
fully hard and upright, sprouting from a thick brown thatch of hair.  A
pang of jealousy ran through me as I saw its size, probably just as long as
my six inches, but noticeably thicker, with a proud head and obviously
bigger and weightier balls than my own walnut sized balls.  My jealousy was
quickly replaced however, by the rush of excitement and adrenaline in the
anticipation that I would soon have Steve's cock in my mouth.

      Steve gave a light chuckle as I stood next to the bed still staring
at him.  He slowly climbed onto the bed and stood on his knees and I
followed him as if in a trance.  My head dove down as I climbed on after
him and my lips wrapped around his manhood in one quick movement.
Supporting myself with one hand I grabbed the base of his cock with the
other and gave my very first try at sucking cock.  The heat of his cock
emanated through his skin to my lips and tongue and I held my mouth still
on him for an instant, just feeling it.  The softness of the skin of his
cock, combined with the hardness underneath it combined to form the most
exquisite feeling in my mouth.  My senses were overwhelmed. His taste, the
feel and smell of him filled my senses such that I did not notice his hands
moving across my bare back, shoulders, neck and head until I was a few
minutes into giving my first blowjob.  I started to sense the slight rhythm
of his hips, his heavier breathing, and the pressure his hands gave my head
indicating the pace he wanted.  Without removing my hand from his cock I
tilted my head sideways to look into his face, his cock head still against
my lips.  He had his head thrown back in pleasure which made me smile.  He
looked down into my eyes when he noticed I had paused and the look of
pleasure on his face sent waves of pleasure through my own body.  The
emotions I felt, knowing that I was pleasing this man, were so powerful, I
didn't want to stop.  I went back to work on his cock before he could say
anything.  I grew more confident and eager and released my hand from his
cock and decided to just use my mouth.  Although his hands were on my head,
he was being very gentle, he was not trying to force my face down his cock
at all, but I wanted to take more of him into my mouth so I dove down a
little too far and gagged a little, and had to pull off him.
      "Are you okay," he asked.
      "Yeah," I replied, reaching up to his stroke his cock, slippery with
the amount of saliva on it, and perhaps his own precum.
      "Are you sure this is your first time?  You are doing awesome. I
nearly came already."
      "Thanks. Yeah, I'm sure."  I smiled and went back to just taking half
of him in my mouth and then pulling off to tongue the rim of his big head.
He moved sideways and started lying down, I shifted to my side, not knowing
what it was he wanted, but his the feel of his hand on my cock let me know.
We shifted alongside each other, our faces at each others cocks.  He pushed
out his lower thigh for my head to rest on and I did the same, our legs
splayed open to give the other as much access as possible.  I started
licking the length of his cock, trying to move my head in a position to
take him in my mouth again, but he was quicker.  The feeling of my cock in
his mouth, this time from another angle, felt so good I gasped and had to
stop what I was doing.  My hips seemed to thrust involuntarily, like some
kind of beastly instinct.  I tried to be careful, I didn't want to ram my
cock into his throat unexpectedly, but soon his hands were on my asscheeks,
pulling my hips closer to his face, his fingers so tantalizingly close to
my hole.  Between his amazing cock sucking and the feeling of his hands
gripping my ass I was not able to concentrate fully on his cock.  I held
it, stroked it, licked it, kissed his balls and took in his smell as my own
breathing quickened and grunts that originated deep inside me escaped my
throat.
      In one quick motion Steve used his powerful arms to roll my hips on
top of him as he rolled onto his back, my legs on either side of his head.
My cock escaped his mouth with a slurping "pop" as we rolled, and just
before he took my cock in his mouth again he gasped from beneath me, "Fuck
my mouth."  My eyes nearly rolled back into my head as he pulled at my ass
and drove my hips forward, plunging my cock deeper than I thought was
possible into his mouth.  I pulled back out of his mouth, fearing I had
hurt him, but he only gasped "yes", before he was again pulling at my ass.
With his hands as a guide I started pumping my cock into his mouth.  It
felt like I was going so amazingly deep in his mouth I arched my back to
look down between our bodies to see what was happening.
        "Oh my God!"  I exclaimed out loud when I saw the length of my own
cock plunge into his mouth.  I saw his tongue lapping at my cock as I
pulled out and I saw my own ballsac hitting his face when I pumped into
him.  I neglected his cock completely as I concentrated on this amazing
feeling of being this deep in his warm, wet mouth.  The muscles in my legs
started to flex as the stirrings of an orgasm started to take hold of my
body.  I gasped and moaned out unintelligible syllables, "ohh, oh
yea... uuhhnn."
      Steve sensed my condition and let me know to stop with a slight
pressure from his hands on my hips.  "Roll on your back."
      I rolled off of him and was breathing heavy, as if I had just hit my
pace of a long run.  Steve knelt beside me and used a combination of his
hand and mouth to work my slick cock, alternating between quick pumps with
his hand, then back with his mouth to re-lube my cock with his own saliva.
I saw that he was pumping his own cock with his other hand, circling his
palm over his cockhead, glistening with his own precum.  I gasped out loud
when I saw his slick cock, wanting it in my mouth again.
      "Cum for me", he whispered.  His voice, hands and mouth sent me over
the edge.  I grasped at my own cock at the base and squeezed my balls as he
went down on me with his mouth again.
      "I'm going to cum", I said, giving him the courtesy of a warning, not
knowing if he wanted me to shoot in his mouth or not.  He pulled his mouth
off my cock and stroked my cock with his hand as my body went rigid with
orgasm, the electricity originating from all my extremities and rippling
toward the base of my cock. I could feel the heat push through my cock, and
feel it pulse deep inside me.  I let out an explosive breath as I came,
watching Steve's hand expertly pump my own cock, just as good or better
than I would have done it myself.  My cum came in spurts, shooting just at
my belly button, laying in sticky white ropes across my thick mat of black
hair there.  Steve slowed down his pumping and then tenderly squeezed out
some extra cum that was in my cock, letting it dribble over his finger and
pooling just above my pubic hair.
      My chest heaved for air as I looked up at him and smiled.  He
released my cock and went for his own, stroking it with the same tempo and
speed he had with me.  I felt like I should do something, wanted to suck
him and return the favor he had given me.
       I asked "Are you close?"  He answered with a nod and a grunt.  I
stroked his leg and felt the muscles of his ass with one hand.  I watched
his hand move over his cock.  It looked so thick, his ballsac tight up
against his body.  I saw his cockhead, still glistening with the precum he
must have still been producing and felt an overwhelming urge to have him in
my mouth, but he was so close to cumming.  "Cum on me", I whispered.  "Cum
on my face."  He looked down at me and swung a knee over my body,
straddling my chest.  The sight of his cock filled my view and I took both
hands to rub and feel his thighs and ass.  I repeated my request, just as I
had done on the phone for him.  "Yeah, cum on me... cum on my face."  He
looked down into my eyes and I opened my mouth wider, my tongue slightly
out over my lower lip.  He let out a grunt and a thick gob of cum hit my
cheek.  I closed my eyes and felt the next quick streams of heat hit my
chin and neck as he grunted with each shot of cum.  I opened my eyes to see
him milking the last drops of cum onto my chest.
      "Oh man, that was hot!", he said breathlessly, looking down into my
face.  He climbed off me, kneeling next to me and I propped myself up on my
elbows, licking my lips, testing for the taste of his cum but getting
nothing.  "I didn't get your mouth, but I got all around it."  We both
scanned my body looking at the pools of cum on my torso.  I laid there,
speechless, my mind reeling with what had just happened.  Steve filled the
void, "Let me get you a towel."  As he reached into a drawer I watched his
half-hard cock bounce as he moved.  He started to clean me, but I took the
towel from him.
      "I'll get it."  Steve eyed my body as I sat up wiping my face and
then my cock, still thick with blood, but hanging limply and oozing the
remnants of my last orgasm onto his bedspread.  "Sorry about that ", I said
as I wiped at my cock and then his spread.
      "Don't worry about it", he smiled.  "Wanna take a shower, get cleaned
up?"
      I smiled back, "Yeah, that would be good."  Steve led me to the
bathroom in the hall just outside his bedroom.  I watched the muscles of
his ass move as he walked in front of me and the anticipation of touching
his ass, exploring his crack with slick, soapy fingers made my cock start
to swell.  My spent, semi-erect cock still hung from from my body as I
entered the bathroom behind him.  I stood aside in the bathroom, watching
him take out a fresh towel and then turn to get the water temperature just
right.  Steve's cock did not require the rest period my own did, and I
stared as his body faced mine when he leaned in to adjust the water
controls, his cockhead flared to a deep purple atop his rigid cock.
"Sorry," Steve apologized sheepishly, noticing my hammer lock stare of his
cock.  "I'm too excited to contain myself."
      "No.  Don't be sorry.  I'm impressed with your stamina," I replied
honestly.  "Get in, I'm right behind you."  We both smiled at the slight
innuendo before he stepped into the tub and I followed right behind.
      The hot spray of water misted from Steve's body and steam filled the
tight space around us as I stepped toward him.  Steve made a movement
intended to wash the cum from my torso, but I stepped closer to him.  We
immediately embraced and Steve turned to the side to allow the water to hit
us at the shoulders as we leaned in to kiss one another.  The hard spray
from the shower echoed the rush of sensations I began to experience, my
mind racing to take it all in: his hands pressing into my back, his arms
gripping my sides, his cock against my stomach, the feel of his manly hair
against my own super sensitive cock, his tongue moving against my own and
lingering against my lips in heavy, open mouthed kisses, his warm, slick
saliva dripping from my lips, our kisses hot and wet in the shower spray.
I pulled back from his embrace to pause, the sensations overwhelming me, my
breath heaving.  From a step back I looked over his body, and like a magnet
my mouth was drawn to his skin.  I went for his neck first, the combination
of taught muscle, smooth skin and the slight scruff of a beard made me want
to explore more.  My hands fell to his chest and my mouth descended to his
nipple and I licked, and then sucked as if it would give me nourishment.
Steve gave out an audible moan as I knelt lower, my hands tracing his
oblique muscles as my lips and tongue traced down his belly and his hard
cock nested against my cheek.
      On my knees now I licked the length of his cock from his heavy balls
to the prominent crown of his cockhead and back again.  Steve's hands
gripped my head and he leaned back against the wall of the shower.  I ran
my hands across his tight quadriceps and back to his ass and across his
thighs to just beneath his balls.  Steve had not given any indication that
he was interested in having his ass stimulated and I stopped myself from
going there just in case.  Steve gasped when I finally pulled his cock into
my mouth and again attempted to take it as far as I could.  The gag reflex
kicked in again, but I recovered quickly and took up a slow rhythm with my
mouth, one hand guiding his cock in and out as my other hand explored his
body.  The water from the shower cascaded down between us and with each
stroke of my lips over his cock my mouth took in water which I let dribble
down my chin as his cockhead reached my lips.
      Steve's breathing picked up and his hands and hips and quickened
their pace as well.  Just as I thought that he might cum he stopped, "Wait,
wait.  Not yet.  I don't want to cum yet."  He pulled at my upper arms and
we embraced again as he kissed my lips, a kiss of gratitude.  "I want to
clean you," he said quietly in my ear and stepped back to allow space
between us.  He reached for a bottle of liquid body soap and poured a
generous portion into his hand.  I stepped back from the direct spray of
the shower and he applied the soap to my chest and began to move his hands
over my chest and shoulders.

      His hands felt large and strong against my skin, the soap causing my
flesh to slip away from the firm grip of his hands.  We kissed some more as
he rubbed my shoulders and embraced me.  When we parted his chest was
covered in lather as well and my hands went again to his skin.  We
alternated touching each other and kissing for several minutes, our cocks
both fully erect and sliding between our bodies when we embraced each
other.  Steve's soapy hands stroked my back and made their way to my
buttocks, grasping each cheek in his hands.  I rested my head on his
shoulder as he moved his hands in circles, massaging my ass muscles and
moving closer and closer to the crack of my ass with each rub.  Just before
he made contact with my hole, he stopped.  With a nod of his head and a
little pressure on my shoulders, Steve wordlessly asked me to turn around.
He stood by the end of the bathtub with the nozzle at his back and I turned
my back to him.  I closed my eyes and waited for the sensation of his next
touch, concentrating on my ass, wondering if he would make contact with his
cock there.

      He first gripped my shoulders with both hands, with a fresh resupply
of liquid body soap.  He massaged my shoulders and his thumbs dug into my
shoulders, the pressure feeling wonderful, but I still waited for the feel
of his hard member against my skin.  Steve rubbed down the sides of my back
and over my hips.  He pushed his fingers through the mat of hair on my
stomach, through my pubic hair and then both of his hands met, wrapped
around my cock.  I let out a sigh as he started stroking me with both
hands, using alternating combinations of twists, pulls, grips and strokes
his hands created a slippery, firm tunnel for my cock.  When Steve started
nibbling at the base of my neck and licking my earlobe my knees went weak
and I leaned forward with both hands against the tiled shower wall.  When I
leaned forward my ass collided with Steve's cock and I felt him nestle
upright in the crack of my ass.  I slowly pistoned my cock through his
hands which simultaneously rubbed my ass crack against his cock.  We both
moaned in pleasure and I could feel Steve's hips starting to move too,
bending at the knees so his cock could get even more soapy slick friction
between the muscles of my ass.

      Steve leaned forward, pressing his cock even harder against me and
said into my ear, "turn around, let's cum together."  Although I wanted to
feel more of him against my ass and explore that sensation further, I
readily obeyed.  When I turned around we met in a kiss and Steve's hands
went for my cock.  He broke our kiss to look down between us and he
maneuvered his cock directly opposite from mine.  He then took both our
cocks into his hand and started a firm, slow, slick, stroking motion.  The
sight of his hard, hot cock, pressed firmly against my own was incredible.
Added to that the sensation of his firm yet slick grip pumping down on both
our cocks nearly made my eyes roll back into my head.  I added my own hand
to his grip and used the other to stroke whatever part of his body I could
reach.  We both looked down between us to view the sexual spectacle and
then back at each other.  Steve's mouth hung open in a silent grunt and his
eyelids fluttered.  I realized I must have looked just like he did as we
pressed our lips and then tongues together in a passionate kiss.
      "Are you close?" He asked me when we broke our kiss. "I want to cum
together."
      "Almost," I panted.  I started giving him verbal clues as to how
close I was, just like we had done for each other over the phone.  We
kissed short hard kisses and then when we got close we both looked down at
our cocks to the see them both cum together.  I was first, my breath
exploding from deep in my chest as my cum boiled up out of my cock and
pooled in the palm of Steve's hand coating the length of both our cocks as
he continued to stroke.  Steve gripped us both tightly as he came soon
after me, his cum jetting several inches into the air and again landing a
spurt onto my stomach.  Our cum mixed in Steve's hand as he loosened his
grip and gingerly continued to stroke our spent cocks.
      'That was hot!" Steve gasped.
      "That was incredible." I agreed with a smile.
      "Sorry, I got cum on you again."
      "No problem, I like that.  Plus, you wash off easy," I smiled as I
shifted into the stream of water washing his cum from my stomach and our
combined cum from my cock and balls.  "My hands are pruney, we better get
out of here."
      Steve agreed and we each took a turn with a little more soap and a
quick rinse.  Once the water was off Steve reached out and pulled in a
towel for each of us.  I thought about drying him off, maybe kneeling down
and drying off his cock and balls along with a little more attention from
my mouth to go along, but I thought against it.  Instead we just traded
glances as we both dried off.  Steve stepped out, wrapped his towel around
himself, and walked to the bedroom.  When I followed a minute later he was
back in his pants.  I took it as a signal that it might have been time to
move on, so I grabbed for my shirt, the only article of clothing of mine in
the bedroom.
      Steve broke the silence.  "Uhh, do you want to do something,
something to eat maybe?"
      "No thanks. I think I'll just head home."  I wasn't sure what else to
do.  The awkwardness of the moment, coming so quickly after we shared some
very intimate sex threw me mentally off balance and my first reaction was
to just go.
      "Oh," a hint of disappointment in his voice.  "Okay."  I headed down
the stairs for the rest of my clothes.  As I dressed Steve offered more
hospitality.  "Are you sure I can't get you a drink or something?"
      "No thanks."  I'm not sure why but I just wanted to go.  It would be
a decision I would later come to regret, but I was suddenly uncomfortable
and that's what I did.
      Once I was dressed Steve said, "You were really great, I hope we do
it again soon.  What about you?"
      "Yeah.  We'll call each other."  Probably not what Steve wanted to
hear, but I was unfortunately already mentally out the door.  He led me to
the door and he leaned in for an embrace and a kiss that was much too short
for two people that had just orgasmed twice together in the past two hours.
      "Thanks Steve.  I had a great time."  I hadn't lost all my civility
at least.
      "Me too.  I'll see you on-line."
      "Okay."  I opened the door and went out into the bright day.  When I
reached my truck and looked back the door was already closed.  I drove back
replaying everything that happened in my head.

      As soon as I can muster the time I will write about my next encounter
with Steve and then will write about the few other sexual encounters I have
had with other men.  I'd love to hear from any readers and other writers
out there.  Send me a message to scotty2day@yahoo.com and I will reply.