Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 14:56:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: d r <niftyman55@yahoo.com>
Subject: Las Vegas Steve

Copyright 2003 by NiftyMan

I was in Las Vegas for a conference and decided to
check out a gay night club.  I had been divorced for
about six months and wanted to see what sex with men
was like.  I had groped and been groped once before in
an adult book store when I was 18 and then I ran like
hell.  I had fantasized about it a lot while
masturbating but had never done anything about it.  My
wife left me for a rich guy, so now I was free to do
what I wanted.  I wanted to get laid.

There are a bunch of gay clubs all located together
and I went in one of them.  I looked around and there
wasn't one guy there I wanted to touch, let alone
touch me.  I went into another one and had the same
reaction.  Being around all of these guys made me want
to act more masculine.  I'm 40, 6'1" tall and 190 lbs.
 I'm in good shape.

I found my self attracted to the women there.  I
started talking to a couple of them and they were
waiting for a friend to join them.  They seemed
straight to me.  But what do I know?

I caught some guys looking at me.  Then it hit me!
They wanted me to pick them up!  Here I was, wanting
to get picked up and taken for a night of man on man
sex, and the guys at this place were expecting me to
do the picking up.  Think it was because of the way I
look and acted?  Nah, couldn't be.

I was about to bail when the friend showed up.  He was
about 6'4", 220 lbs.  He was about 45 years old.  The
two women talked about stuff with him and I realized
that they were mostly talking about his construction
business.  One of the women was his accountant!

The women took off and I was left with the guy, Steve.
 It was a little awkward there for a moment, like, are
you who I want to be with?  I started talking to him
about his business and a couple of beers later, it was
like we were friends from long ago.  Steve was a great
guy.  I remembered why it was that I had come to the
bar and I wondered if Steve wanted to take me home.
Is that what women think when I take them out?  I
wondered.

I found myself looking at his collar bone and
wondering what it was like to kiss it.  He asked me if
I would like to dance.  I said sure.  Steve was a
great dancer and after a couple songs, a slower song
came up.  I had had enough to drink that I just fell
into Steve's arms.

He was wearing a thin shirt and so was I and I could
feel his body heat through it.  I have never danced
with anyone taller than me and that was a new
experience.  I was dancing with my arms around a man.
And then there was his cock.

I had never been that close to another cock before.  I
could feel my cock against his leg and his cock
against me.  I was hard in a hurry.

The song ended and we broke, but I didn't want to let
go.  I finally had a hold of a man.  And he was a good
man.  We went back to our table and I made sure I sat
close to him.  I liked his smell.  We were talking
again and he asked me to dance again.

This time there were two slow songs, okay, one slow
song and one medium song, but everyone was close
dancing to it.  He moved one hand down my back and I
wanted him to go all the way down to my ass and pull
it to him.  But he stopped just below my belt.  I
found myself rubbing my cock against him.  I was in
heaven.  I wanted to get naked with him in the worst
way.  I just knew he had a good cock.

This time when the music ended, I didn't let go.  I
turned around and sort of leaned back against him.  He
put his arms around me and pulled me in and I could
feel his cock against my ass.  I turned my upper body
a little and leaned back and he did exactly what I
wanted.  He kissed me right on the lips.

His first kiss was soft but purposeful.  Sort of
starting me out easy and then he pushed on.  His lips
and tongue were alive as the explored my face and
lips.  I wanted him to do whatever he wanted because
he really knew what he was doing.

It took me a minute to get my voice back and I asked
him if he had plans for the night.  Before he could
answer, I said that I wanted him to come to my hotel
room.  He said "Yeah, that's what I want".  He had to
hit the head before leaving and as I was waiting, a
woman, (really a guy in drag) said that we looked
really good together.  I certainly hoped so.

At my hotel room, there was a slightly awkward moment
as I went to the bathroom.  After peeing, I got
condoms and lube out.  I knew what I wanted.  We had
stopped at a package store in Steve's car and he
bought some champagne.  He popped that and we had a
drink.

We were on the couch in my mini-suite and I settled in
to him.  He put his arms around me and started
kissing.  I wanted to get naked right away, but it was
all so new to me that I didn't want to misstep.  He
wasn't moving things along, so I started to open his
pants so I could get to that lump he had in his
crotch.

He wanted to slow down a little and talk about safe
sex.  He wanted to know when I had my last STD test
and last sex with a man.  He had been out of a
relationship for three months with no sex.  I told him
that I hadn't had sex with a man.

He was surprised that I was a gay sex virgin.  I told
him that I didn't really know when I could have told
him before this.  We laughed about it.  He asked me
why I was doing it.  I told him.  He said that he had
always known that he was gay and that he hadn't had
sex with a virgin in so long that he was a little
unsure of himself.

I must have looked a little down and he took my head
in his hands and started to kiss me.  He said that I
was a great guy, and if this is what I really wanted,
he would make love with me.

With that, he pulled down his pants and shorts in one
motion and there it was.  He was circumcised, and his
hard had gotten a little soft, but damn it looked
good.  I reached up and touched it.  It was sort of
soft, rubbery, but warm and alive.

I took his cock in my mouth and started working it
over.  I don't know if I was hitting the good spots
for him but he pulled me to my feet and took my
clothes off.  I pulled his shirt off and kissed his
nipples.

He led me to the bed and we started making out.  He
moved around and it became clear that he wanted to 69.
 That was okay with me because I wanted to do that
also.    I found myself doing what ever he did,
sucking and stroking, kissing and rubbing his balls,
the prostate just in back of his balls.  I could feel
a great orgasm building in my prostate and I started
to cum into his mouth.  He started cumming also and I
got most of it down.  A guy had actually cum in my
mouth.  What a rush!

We moved back to the head of the bed and I snuggled
against him.  It felt good.  He brought the champagne
over to the bed and we had a happy drink.  You know
the kind of delirious happy you get when you have just
cum?  It was like that.

I had one hand on his cock and I didn't want to let
go.  I had it all.  I had a great guy with a great
cock.  This was all right.  After a bit of resting, I
asked him if he also wanted to have anal sex.  Just to
make sure that he knew I wanted him to fuck me, I told
him that I always wanted to know what it felt like.
He said yeah, he wanted my ass, that he was just
getting started.

He rolled me onto my belly and then he was on me.  I
loved the feeling of his weight on me.  I spread my
legs and let him between them.  I loved the feeling of
his legs pushing and holding mine apart.  I was so
open for him to take me and use me as he wanted.  And
that is what I wanted.  I wanted him to fuck me.

He shifted his weight off me a little, moved up and
started kissing the back of my neck and rubbing my ass
cheeks.  I moved them in appreciation.  I wondered if
I could take it when he put that great cock between
them and pushed it home.  He started massaging in the
crack of my ass and it felt great.  I had gotten out
the lube and I felt some of it on my ass.  Yes, it was
going to happen.  I was going to get fucked.

He rolled me onto my side and was kissing me as his
fingers penetrated my ass for the first time.  His
tongue was in my mouth and I was lost in the
sensations.  I was all spread out waiting for him to
take me any way he wanted.  He had two fingers in me
and he was stretching me out slowly.  He was being
more cautious than when I used a dildo on myself.  I
was always in such a hurry to get the thing in me.

I let him take the lead and he got out a condom.  He
asked me if I was ready, if this is what I really
wanted.  "Yes", I said, "take your beautiful cock and
fuck me in the ass."

He got me up on all fours and I could feel his cock
against my anus.  He had me push back against him and
the head popped in.  It hurt more than I anticipated
and I wondered if I could go through with it.  He
pulled out, but pushed in again.  He stopped for about
a minute, a very long minute.  Then he started pushing
in and out very little.  He sort of swayed really.
But it was having an effect.  He was working his cock
into my ass.  And my ass liked it.

In my fantasies, my partner just powers into me and
really fucks me.  I knew that that would probably
really hurt.  This didn't.  There was a little
discomfort, but this guy was sticking me in the ass
with his cock.  He wouldn't let up and soon he was all
the way in.  He started small movements back and forth
and soon I could feel him moving easily in me and it
was great!  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  I
loved the feeling of his cock head across my prostate.

My prostate was getting pretty fired up and I was
moving to the grooving.  I was rocking back and forth
on Steve.  I started to say "Fuck me, fuck me" over
and over again and he obliged.

I was getting to a point where I didn't think I could
take any more sensation, that my central nervous
system was saturated when I realized that Steve had
taken the bull by the horn, so to speak.  He had
reached around me and was playing with my cock.  I
squeezed my ass and he grunted and groaned in
pleasure.  He started really slamming me, not long
strokes, but hard ones.  I wanted him to cum, I wanted
to cum.

And then he did.  I could feel his cock spasm in me
and I started cumming in Steve's hand.  I loved the
way he would push into me and squirt right at the end,
the tension of his muscles.

We collapsed on the bed, him on my back, buried in my
ass and I realized that I had arrived.  This is what I
wanted.  Man sex.  Men who knew how to fuck.  We lay
there in a heap for a while, me squeezing his cock
with my ass, hearing him yelp and then he finally
pulled out.

My ass felt like it had been somewhere, it just didn't
know where.  It was a little sore.  I squeezed my ass
together and it burned a little but it was a good
burn.

Steve stayed with me that night and the next night he
took me out to show me the best parts of Las Vegas.  I
blew him out in the desert under a full moon and he
blew and fucked me on the car hood, with my legs
pointing to the sky and that great cock working over
my asshole.

Steve, you were a great first lover for me.