Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 21:47:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis March <dennisamarch@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Guy

I had done it--or I was definitely going to.  He was on his way over to my
dorm room, and unless I turned him away outright or pretended it was some
kind of joke, I would be enjoying another man's cock for the first time.
Blood was churning everywhere, and I had an electric storm brewing between
my navel and my already raging hardon.  He said he would be here by 10:30.
While I waited, I put a condom on the nightstand near my bed and watched
the Cubs play Houston.

There was a soft knock on the door.  Almost timid.  I was nervous about
answering it, not because I didn't want to experience man on man sex for
the first time, but because I was afraid someone on my floor would see him
and wonder why he was there.  Could I bear being outed so early in my
freshman year?  I decided I didn't care.  Some things are just biological
imperatives, and I needed a cock in my mouth.  I craved it even though I
didn't know what it would be like.

"Hey," I said as I opened the door.

"Hey," he answered, slipping through quickly.  He seemed as nervous as I
was.  Maybe even more nervous.

He was shorter than me, a little more muscular, too, and even though I was
a freshman, he seemed a little younger than me, too.  It was surreal having
him in the room.  It seemed like he was just there to study, or play a
video game.

"Do you want a drink?" I asked.  It seemed like an odd thing to offer, but
I had to say something.

"Nah."

I turned on the lava lamp on my nightstand and looked at the condom,
wondering if it would come to that.  As if in answer, he switched off the
overhead light, and we were bathed in a soft, orange light.  I swallowed
hard.

"How are we going to do this?" I asked and turned around.

He still had on his shirt, but his pants were off and his cock was poking
straight out toward me, pulsing into a complete erection.  "We get naked."

I obliged, shedding my gym shorts and t-shirt so fast it might have been
funny had we not both been so completely turned on.  I idly wondered if he
was going to take off his shirt as I grabbed his cock.  It was so similar
and yet so different from my own.  So soft, so hard.  So full of life.  So
rigid and yet moving with a mind of its own.  I was so turned on I barely
noticed that he was working my cock with his hand.  He was more gentle than
I expected, but his hands were strong and firm.  Definitely not the hands
of a woman!

with my free hand, I traced his body from his neck to his shoulder, down
his arm, and then across his back.  I barely touched him, but there was so
much connection in that touch.  Then my fingers ran down the crack of his
smooth ass.  I didn't know what to do from there, so I asked him if he
minded if I went down on him.

"No," he whispered, as if he thought I'd never ask.

He sat down on the bottom bunk, and I took him into my mouth.  Having only
seen flaccid cocks in the locker room before, I thought I was pretty well
endowed, but not compared to him.  Not really.  It wasn't some monster porn
star cock with shaved balls and a cheesy soundtrack, but it was definitely
a slab, a real piece of meat, and it curved to the left ever so slightly,
veins rippling with life along the shaft.  His cock was somehow softer in
my mouth, like velvet but smoother, and I found myself bobbing up and down
with a willingness that frankly, even given the situation, shocked me.

He grabbed the back of my head and made me go faster and faster.  I wanted
to please him.  Fuck, in pleasing him I'd please myself, but I didn't want
to rush it, to miss any of the experience.  Besides, I needed to come up
for air.

"I can't!" I gasped.  I wondered if I'd offend him by saying that.

"It's okay," he answered and guided me onto the floor where we gently
stroked each other's cocks and fought to not look in each other's eyes too
much.  Despite taking the lead, he seemed nervous, and I said so.  He
laughed shyly.

I tugged at his cock.  "Tell me about your first time."

"My roommate and I were drinking, watching porn, you know.  One thing led
to another and..." he trailed off.

I wanted to know what they did, how they did it, for how long, and how many
times, but I also wanted to enjoy the here and now, the warm cockmeat in my
hands, and the sweet, sexy man laying next to me on the floor.  But still,
despite everything, I was too nervous to take charge.

That's when he did, gobbling my shaft like a pro, and I mean really giving
it to me with his lips and tongue.  His head bobbed up and down, and I mean
all the way down as he worked the base of my shaft with one hand and played
with my balls and asshole with the other.  It was tender.  It was nasty.
It was exactly what I had always wanted.

My back arched all on its own and I pumped my thick, ropy cum into his
mouth, surge after surge, until I collapsed, spent on the area rug my
roommate bought a few weeks prior after we'd moved in.

Without wasting a moment, my guy, my first, popped up and put on his
clothes, leaving the room like it was an emergency.  Had I done something
wrong?  I almost ran after him but decided to put some clothes on myself.
It wouldn't do to be chasing after a guy who just left my room with my
semi-erect penis wagging back and forth.  People wouldn't have to wonder
then!

I caught up with him in the bathroom, where he was rinsing out his mouth.
We didn't say a word.  What could we say that would be safe if someone
overheard.  But I walked him out, hoping I could coax him back for another
round.  Somehow, I couldn't force myself to actually ask him, though.  Part
of me couldn't believe that he was leaving.  I know I couldn't walk away
from a cock like his, not with all night to play with!

When we were finally outside, he asked me if it was worth it.  I told him
yes, wishing at least for a kiss.  It seemed odd that I had sucked his cock
but still didn't know what it was like to kiss another guy.  But like that,
he was gone, and he remains my first and only time with a man.

Author's note: Please let me know what you think at dennisamarch@yahoo.com.