Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 20:19:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shyness

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real personal experiences.

However, the names and places are all fictitious.

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Shyness

By Simon Peter

I have many problems, like everyone else, I guess. I am a closeted gay man
with no real sexual experience. That is one of my problems. Now, at 28,
quite good looking and fit, I am still a virgin. This is not for lack of
opportunities. I have had many.

This is because of my biggest problem: I am terribly shy.

This may sound lame. So often, I have chided myself for being so shy. But
this has never helped in my getting laid. I masturbate a lot, usually
watching gay porn on my laptop. I have gotten onto a couple of chats on
Skype with guys, both of us showing our dicks and stroking. But that was
never satisfactory for me. Every time I did that, I felt empty. I wanted
more. I wanted a real relationship with a real hot guy holding me, pressing
me to him, kissing me, whispering stuff in my ear, sucking and fucking me.

That was a week ago, before my trip to Amsterdam.

Now I am back and I have a little story to tell.

On the plane to Amsterdam, I decided to go all the way out. No more
shyness. No more staying closed up inside my little stupid shell. I decided
that I would actively look for a chance of having gay sex. I had already
located a couple of gay places in Amsterdam on the Internet, and I had the
addresses and everything.

I checked in at my hotel in the late afternoon and with a lot of hope and
anticipation I walked to one of the places I had researched, a bar. It was
just after six o'clock and I was more than ready.

The minute I entered the bar, I chickened out. It wasn't crowded, but the
customers were all male, and they all turned to look at me as I entered. I
stood there for a minute or so, and then turned and walked out.

I was disgusted with myself. I felt so bad. Why, oh fucking why was I such
a wimp? After all, what I wanted was simply a fuck! How difficult could
that be?

I walked the streets of Amsterdam, disgusted with myself, not knowing what
to do. I strolled along the Red District, vaguely aware of the prostitutes
in windows, barely noticing the sex-saturated atmosphere, the horny guys.

With a heavy heart, I retraced my steps back to the hotel and headed
straight to the bar near the reception area. A glass of scotch would
definitely put some courage in my veins, I thought. And it did!

In some crazy way, the alcohol made me walk back to the gay bar. This time,
there was no hesitation. I walked in, headed towards the bar, and took one
of the empty stools. I ordered another Scotch. My heart was beating in my
temples; it was pounding. I kept expecting myself to mouse my way out of
the place. But I resisted the urge to leave.

The men in the bar were ordinary people, mostly in their late twenties and
thirties. So I didn't feel much out of place. One couple was dancing
slowly, very close, every now and then kissing. I was excited. There, right
in front of me was a scene that I had only imagined before and had never
expected to witness in real life: two attractive men dancing and kissing.

As I watched the two lovers on the dance floor, a guy took the stool next
to mine. There was the usual greeting which I returned, noting that the guy
was quite handsome and seemed quite friendly. He ordered a Scotch as well
and offered to buy one for me as mine was almost empty. I accepted on the
condition that the next round would be on me, hoping hope against hope that
there would be a next round.

In no time, I started warming to the guy. His name was Edmond and he was
British. We held a comfortable conversation on Amsterdam and the weather
and things like that. I started to feel very relaxed, my shyness forced
back by the drinks and by the easy atmosphere. Edmond also seemed to enjoy
his time. We laughed when I mentioned the window prostitutes in the Red
District. I wondered what it would be like to sit there, in underwear, as
men walked by. What would the feeling be?

Edmond joked about it, claiming that it didn't turn him on.

Out of the blue, Edmond said, "I say, Ben, would you like to dance?"

Oh, my God! Suddenly, my shyness came back in full force. Dance? With
another guy? Out here in public? In front of other people? Oh, fuck me! I
almost bolted out of the bar, out of the city.

But to my utter surprise, I was able to nod my head and allow myself to be
led to the middle of the floor where the other couple was still interlocked
in a close embrace, slowly swaying to the music.

Edmond slid his hands around my waist, and I automatically put my hands
around his neck. Jesus! My mind was in turmoil, and I could feel my whole
body shaking. This was the first time I was so close to another male, let
alone feeling his arms around me. Gently, slowly, Edmond pulled me
closer. As we moved to the music, our bodies touched. There is no way I can
describe the moment. I was shaking from head to toe, and Edmond seemed to
have felt it.

"First time?" he whispered in my ear, his lips touching me and sliding to
my neck with a light kiss.

"Uhum," I heard myself utter and the squeeze on my back pulled me closer so
that I could feel his crotch pressed on mine. I hadn't noticed that I had
already developed an erection until I felt his rubbing against me. My knees
went weak and I had to hold myself up by leaning on Edmond for
support. That was when our lips met. My whole body felt that there were no
muscles, no bones, that I was made of jelly, except perhaps for my cock,
which felt as if it would break off from the huge erection and the pressure
on Edmond's body.

Still kissing, Edmond maneuvered himself so that our erections were rubbing
on each other's thigh.

The alcohol, the music, and the heat of Edmond's body all conspired to make
my shyness disappear. I reciprocated with eagerness and I enjoyed Edmond's
lustful grabbing of my butt as we pressed on each other.

The music stopped and we walked back to the bar, his arm still around my
waist, as if we had been lovers for ages. I was walking on air, unbelieving
what had just happened. I had just had a dance with a guy! I had felt his
body pressed to mine. I had had his arms around my waist. I had rubbed my
erection on his thigh and felt his throbbing on mine. I was in heaven.

At the bar, I ordered my turn of rounds. I sipped my Scotch as if in a
dream, with Edmond's hand on my thigh, our knees touching. I looked at his
face and smiled. He smiled back, pressing on the inside of my thigh and
slowly rubbing up to my crotch. My shaking increased and I was barely able
to hide my excitement.

"It seems strange, Ben," Edmond said in a low voice. "A guy as good looking
as you are, and this is your first time."

"Yea," was all I was able to say. I was trying to focus on Edmond. He had
normal features, like the guys you see everywhere, but what caught my
attention the most was his eyes. Eyes are the window to the soul, I heard
it said. I could see that Edmond was kind as well as lustful. It was so
clear to me. He lusted for me and there was a gentle but focused expression
in his gaze that told me that I was going to get laid.

It was more difficult for me now to hold a normal conversation with
Edmond. I was thinking about how the evening would evolve, whether there
would actually be sex or whether it was just a nice meeting in a bar with a
little making out. My heart raced. Would I agree to go all the way if
Edmond ever asked?

Or perhaps I should ask?

We sat on the bar stools, facing each other, his leg pushed between my
thighs. Slowly, gently, he reached out and took my hand between his and
started massaging lightly: the palm, the fingers, the wrist, all the while
looking at my face. Unconsciously, I pushed my hand, as he caressed it,
onto his lap.

His hardness throbbed at my touch. There I was, the shyest person on earth,
pressing on another guy's hard cock in a public place. However, the lights
were dim, and all the clients were busy with each other, too involved to
care. As Edmond massaged my hand, I massaged his erection.

It seemed that Edmond found it difficult to restrain himself with me
practically stroking his dick. He lifted my hand, kissed it, and pulled me
to the dance floor. My initial shyness was totally gone by now, and our two
bodies pressed eagerly on each other, rubbing, humping. I closed my eyes. I
was dancing in the arms of another man. Somehow, I couldn't get over the
fact that I was actually, physically in contact with another guy. His
grinding on me sent electricity through every nerve and fiber in my body.

If clothed, such sensations could so incredibly electrify me, what would it
be like dancing in his arms naked? I shivered at the thought.

"What's wrong, Ben?" Raymond whispered as he nibbled on my ear.

"Oh, nothing, Edmond." If only he knew!

He pressed himself onto me further and squeezed my butt.

"You like?" he whispered again, prodding my crotch with his erection.

"I like," I whispered back into his exposed neck. "A lot."

"Maybe, we could go somewhere where we could take this a bit further?"

I had a very clear idea what "further" meant for Edmond. From the way he
was grinding on me and was rubbing my butt, from his looks at my face and
down my body at the bar, from the way he held me inside his strong arms, I
knew that Edmond wanted to fuck.

Jesus! Was I ready for that? Fucking? My heart raced but I couldn't tell
whether from fear or from anticipation. I loved the feeling of his grinding
on me. I loved the way I was held in his arms, his breath on my neck, his
lips on my ear. I loved the whole feeling of being with him, there, on the
dance floor.

But in bed? Fucked?

Edmond felt my hesitation. Breaking away from me, he led the way back to
the bar.

"Look, Ben, I totally understand how you feel. This being your first time
and all," he started, gazing at me as he spoke. "But I have developed very
strong feelings for you and there has to be a first time. So why not with
me? Is there anybody else you'd rather be with?"

"Oh, no," I responded, with more vigor than I intended. "No. Nobody. I
enjoy being with you." I placed my hand on the inside of his thigh and
continued, with difficulty. "You are right about this being my first
time. I don't know what to expect, Edmond."

"Expect nothing, baby, and you will get it all," he said with a smile
bringing my hand up to his crotch and pressing it down on his cock. "Come
on, don't be chicken. Let's go somewhere, a hotel or something."

"My hotel," I whispered, squeezing on his dick, but starting to feel uneasy
about the prospect of being alone with this handsome guy in a private
place.

We made small talk during the short walk to the hotel. As we entered my
room, I turned to Edmond and said, "I am astonished that I was able to make
it here, you know."

"What do you mean?" Edmond asked as he pulled me towards him.

"I mean that I never thought I'd be in a room alone with another guy."

He placed his lips on mine as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed
me. "And it feels so great being here with you, Ben."

I kissed him back, giving it my all, now that we were alone and not
inhibited by the presence of other people around us. We tongued each other
as our bodies pressed on each other and our erections rubbed against each
other, two lustful guys in a deep embrace of passion.

I watched him undress. Out of his clothes, Edmond was painfully
beautiful. His chiseled body rippled with masculinity and energy. His body
hair, sparse but pronounced, thickened in his crotch and around his
vertically erected penis. And his penis. Edmond was uncircumcised, I
immediately noticed, but the foreskin was pulled back to under the ridge so
that it looked as if it were cut. Edmond stood in front of me, naked,
erected, gloriously masculine, waiting for my reaction.

I knew I should drop to my knees and worship the god standing in front of
me. I should be swallowing that hard cock. I should be licking those
hanging balls. I should be nibbling on these pink nipples. I should be
running my hands all over the sinewy male body. should be...

But I just froze. Edmond walked the few paces to me and started to undress
me. I wanted to grab his cock with my hand. But for some reason, I just
froze. He ran his hands over my hairy chest, and moved down to my belt,
pulled down my pants, and peeled off my underwear, revealing my own
erection.

Never breaking his gaze into my eyes, Edmond kneeled and took my cock
between his lips. I jolted.

Talk about first times? This was way beyond any expectation. The lips
pursed tightly around my cut cock head, and the gaze never left my face,
never breaking contact with my eyes. Slowly, Edmond swallowed my cock, down
to the base. I almost shot my load.

Releasing me, Edmond pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of
me. Instead of dancing tightly, standing up, fully clothed, now we were
interlocked, lying down on the bed, fully naked. I felt his cock slip under
my balls into my crack as he humped me, and I shivered at the sensations of
his hardness between my butt cheeks. Oh, yes! How I hungered to be
fucked. I spread my legs for him, and he rubbed his now-wet cock onto my
exposed hole.

"I so want to fuck you, Ben," Edmond said, the gentle look in his eyes
changing to that of lust.

"But," I hesitated, "protection?"

"This is your first time, right?" Edmond asked as he rubbed his cock round
and round my hole.

I nodded.

"I have tested clean. There is no problem if I go bare. Do you have a
problem, Ben," Edmond asked prodding my hole.

How could I say no? How could I refuse? Wasn't that what I was hoping to
happen when I had planned my trip here? Didn't I come to Amsterdam to get
fucked? Sure enough. Here I was, on my back, legs spread wide, ass exposed,
a man's cock pressed against my back door.

"No problem, baby," I said hoarsely. "Fuck me."

Edmond did.

At first, with the initial shocking pain of penetration, I honestly felt
nothing. I was numb. I don't know how that is possible, how a person feel
nothing with another person's cock invading his ass. I squeezed my eyes
shut and the excruciating invasion of my hole happened without my uttering
a whimper. From very far away, I heard someone say something like "Are you
okay, baby?" I nodded.

Was I ok? How could I have been ok with a man's hard cock at my ass, inside
my ass, inside my body?

My body? My fucking body slowly turned to a bundle of nerves, the numbness
disappearing. How could something as simple as a penetrating cock into an
open ass create such incredible sensations?

When Edmond was totally inside me, he bent over and started kissing me,
grinding at my butt so his cock would get comfortable with my fuck
tunnel. His muscled stomach pressed on my very erect penis, rubbing it
against my own belly. Only when Edmond started his fucking, it dawned on me
that I was being fucked, actually being fucked, for real, here, on this
bed, under this man. It was incredible. I moved with him in spite of the
pain, or perhaps because of the pain, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of
my own.

I was in some empty space between dreams and reality. This couldn't have
been happening to me. It felt like being in a dream that I didn't want to
wake up from. I reached up and touched Edmond's face.

It was beginning to sweat. I ran my fingers over his lips. He started
sucking on them, his fucking increasing in tempo. I caressed his hair. It
was real. I touched his chest, now beady with sweat, and it was also so
very real. I raised myself on my elbows and licked his nipples, tasting
saltiness. Very real.

His pounding increased in intensity. Was I really being pounded? My ass
plundered? My fingers ran down his back and I grabbed his thrusting butt
with both hands forcing him deeper, ever deeper.

I couldn't hold back. I came with such force that my whole body was
shuddering with my spasms. As soon as Edmond felt my first spurt, he thrust
deep all the way and froze letting me shoot my load. I needed for him to
continue fucking me as I exploded. I pulled his hair. I wanted to feel the
friction of his rod against my fucked ass, pushing into my insides. But he
just grinded against my balls, allowing my sphincter to crazily squeeze on
the base of his dick with each squirt. There must have been countless
streams shooting out of my balls. On and on I spilled my sperm. Suddenly,
Edmond thrust a couple of times and emptied his nuts inside me. I was still
dripping cum as his load hit my bowels. I felt the intensity of his orgasm,
and my ass cavity started to fill up with his juice. I squeezed hard on his
ejaculating cock, milking him. It was incredible. A man was actually
emptying his balls full of semen into me. Way beyond incredible. I just
couldn't describe the way my body received his seed.

Still dripping, Edmond pulled out and lay next to me, his breathing heavy,
his body shining with sweat. I was still in a dream. I reached over and
grabbed his wet dick. It was still throbbing. Bending, I kissed the exposed
head and tasted both our juices. It was amazing. This hot piece of meat had
been deep inside my body. This man cock had just fucked me. I kissed it
again, and again, with lust as well as with gratitude. It started to harden
between my lips. I stroked it. This dick was my entire world now and I
wanted it inside me again, with all my soul.

Edmond was hard.

"Baby," he pulled me off his erected dick. "Bend over for me."

Like a good boy, I bent on fours, my ass burning. He entered me doggy
style, the earlier fucking and the juices of cum and spit making the entry
smoother. My fuck tunnel was now used to his cock and I embraced his
hardness with eagerness. As I buried my head in the pillow, my arms and
knees barely supporting me, Edmond pounded my ass. As in the first fuck, he
cummed inside me with a huge explosion.

I was totally out of breath, and it took both of us some minutes to regain
our senses.

We showered and left the hotel. It was still early, around 10 o'clock.
Edmond led me to a street where you could smell the cannabis in the air all
around. It was fairly crowded, but we found a bar and went in. Instead if
the usual chairs and tables, there were couches and cushions. Edmond bought
a couple of weed joints, and we leaned back on one of the couches and
smoked. Even without the weed, I was high in seventh heaven. Cuddled
together on the sofa, all I can remember now is his arm around me, and his
lips on the side of my neck. I sported a huge erection throughout. I wanted
to be fucked right there on the sofa with everyone watching and cheering.
This was going way beyond my wildest dreams. My hand groped Edmond's
crotch, whose cock was hard also and promised a lot more action.

The night was young and I had just been initiated into man sex. What a
night it was!

This is my little story.