Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2015 22:40:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Jim Bob Subject: Tits Introduction: This is my first story to be submitted to Nifty. It is an account of my experiences with other men, with specific reference to my being big-breasted, and the pleasure that has brought me and continues to bring me. The first time I ever had another man actually touch my tits was at my apartment when I brought home a black guy named Eric. Eric was 22 to my 26 and was a fit man of 6' and probably weighed 180 lbs. He was very masculine. We were both inexperienced with hooking up, but we were both horny. I asked him about what role he preferred. "Basically, I'm a top." Which was great, as I was a wannabe bottom. He asked me what I like to get into, and I told him I was interested in getting fucked, but that I had never done it, and I also like to get my breasts played with and sucked on. He asked me if he could see them, and so I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. He sat forward in his seat on the couch. "They're big." "Yeah, they've been big like this since I was about 14. Messed up case of hormones, I guess." "They're pretty, too, Jim." "Thanks." "Would you care if I touched them?" "No, that'd be fine." And so we scooted nearer each other, he on the couch, me on the loveseat, and his hands extended, open palm, and touched my breasts... and stayed there. He was alternately looking at the junction of his hands and my breasts and my eyes, to see how I was reacting. Feeling the least bit empowered, he squeezed my breasts gently, and I audibly sighed. "Does that feel good, Jim?" "Oh, yeah, Eric, it feels wonderful." "You want me to keep doing it?" "Oh yeah, please, as long as you like." And so the squeezing continued, and my exhilaration built. Gradually his squeezes grew stronger. It was clearly having an effect on him. "Eric, can you take off your shirt? That way, we can put our bodies together." "Sure, Jim." He let go of my breasts and stood and pulled his shirt over his head and lay it on the back of the couch. He had shapely pecs and biceps and was smooth. We stepped into each other's embrace, and for the first time I felt a man's body against mine. Our hands wrapped around each other's torsos and we squeezed each other tight. We finally broke the embrace. "Eric, that felt wonderful." "It did, Jim, it really did." "Would you like to lay down for a while? We can just relax and talk?" "Sure, that sounds nice." So we stepped the few steps to my bedroom, and I left the hallway light on and left the bedroom one off. Shirtless both, we laid down on the bed and faced each other. "I'm awfully glad you accepted my invitation to come over for a while." "I'm glad you invited me. Would it be okay if I touched your breasts some more?" "Sure." "Lay back on your back." I did as he said, and he sat up on his legs and faced me from the side. He stretched out his hands once again and placed them on my breasts and again began squeezing, gently, slowly, in and out, in and out. "Eric, that feels sooooo good, man..." "I'm glad you're liking it. I like doing it." "I'm glad." "You know, I'd like to suck your breasts - can I call them tits? - if that's okay with you." "Oh yeah, Eric, that's more than okay. I love getting my tits sucked." With that, he more or less climbed on top of me and brought his head to my chest, opened his mouth and began to suck my left tit. I couldn't believe the feeling that came over me. I had had my tits sucked before, by boys, when I was a boy. This was an adult man. There was a confidence, a self-assurance there that no boy can muster. Sighing with pleasure, I caressed his shoulders and arms and head and neck. We rolled to one side so that he was not having to strain so to hold his head up. His left hand grasped my right breast and pumped it slowly, in and out, in and out, while he continued sucking my right one. This is my first story to submit to Nifty. If you like it, please let me know and I'll continue telling you what happened.