Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:54:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fire Guy <ffdude68@yahoo.com>
Subject: When I Finally Said YES

This is the story of when I finally said yes.  Every word in this story is
true, contains detailed descriptions of adult consensual gay sex, and is
not meant for readers under the age of 18.



It happened in stages, for me.  Since discovering the various internet
services over the last 4 years, I've gone through these steps leading from;
resigning myself to the fact that I'd never touch another man and let me
just talk to a few... to bonding with them and even jerking off with them
during our hot chats... to getting up the courage to take a picture of
myself (and quickly turning into a self-pic whore)... to discovering how
hot it can be to jerk off with another guy on the phone... to investing in
a web cam... to breaking out of my shell and meeting up with a nudist so I
could hang out naked with him... to feeling more open about being flirty in
public when I see a hot guy... and now this.  Sex.  Hot, sweaty,
aggressive, adrenalized, man to man sex.  I've spent so much time politely
rejecting offers for hook ups and to meet with dudes.  But I kept telling
this one guy not to give up asking because one day, I may say yes.  Well
that day came.

He sent me a message on the 'right' day, and I replied to let him know I
was in.  My cravings, and desires, and physical needs were eating me alive
and I just could not deny myself any longer.  After resisting for almost 14
years, it was time.

We arranged an afternoon to spend at his place.  I felt totally as ease
showing up there.  The guy is the same height as me and I think he's in his
late 20's early 30's.  Beefy and somewhat athletic build.  Certainly firm
in the places he needed to be.  He had nice short hair, and really cute.
Me?  Not too much to tell in describing myself.  Late 30's, 5'7", about 175
lbs., a somewhat muscular build without looking like a gym rat, shaved
head, blue eyes.

I arrived with about 2 hours to spend.  After about 5 minutes of chit chat
in his living room, he stepped closer to me, toe to toe, and started
rubbing my dick through my jeans.  It felt incredible, and I immediately
did the same by rubbing his.  We started this shoulder to shoulder
entwining dance with each other that included our noses and lips grazing
each other's necks, hands gripping each other's biceps, and palms against
each other's pecs, and our torsos lightly crashing against each other.  All
the while one hand manipulating each other's cocks, getting us good and
hard, and wanting more.  That went on a few minutes when he suggested we go
upstairs.  I agreed.

We got up to his bedroom and stood toe to toe again, and got close.  Really
close.  And then it began.  Hands on waists.  Chests bumping.  Feeling each
others bodies.  Faces close.  Things were getting hot.  Shirts came off.
His torso looked healthy, thick, and with this awesome coating of hair.  He
seemed to think mine looked good, too.  Then we got out of our shoes,
socks, and jeans, so we just stood in our underwear now.  Him in white
briefs, and me in blue/white checkered boxers.  Man, it was hot.  His dick
was stretching through is briefs, and I could tell he had a nice size.

Still toe to toe and our cocks really hard, he started working his way down
me, and with his hands started sliding my boxers down.  It felt fucking
incredible.  I loved having a man's hands handling me.  Nothing dainty
about it.  It was masculine, and manly, and HOT.  He sucked my nipples and
this got my dick leaking all over.  Then he grabbed my cock tighter,
brought his head down, and started sucking me.  After a minute of him with
my dick in his mouth, I put my hands on his head, and started lightly
thrusting into him.  He did it right, too.  He licked and sucked all
around, jacked the back part of my shaft while sucking near the head,
sucked my balls and even behind them.  Then he went back to sucking me and
slowly brought me all the way in, his nose to my bush.  I'm easy to take
down, but he did it great.  In steps.  Like what I had was enormous.

Then it was my turn.  He stood up, and I went on him.  Worked my way down
his body until I got to that big thick dick.  His briefs were still on, and
I was tracing his rod with my mouth through the fabric.  His hard on pushed
out against his briefs and it made that gaping space where his briefs
should be meeting his thigh.  And this excited me like crazy because for
the first time, I could see it.  And I wanted it.  And man... I took it.  I
brought his briefs down, and took his beautiful cock into my hands.  And
then I sucked that boy, and sucked him good.  And as I did my
thing.... totally worshipping and pleasing his dick... I would slowly work
it in deeper and deeper.  There was no awkwardness, or fumbling.  No 'first
time' silliness for this first timer.  It all felt so natural, as though I
had been with a man many times before this day.  Then I slowly lowered him
onto his bed.  Laying him on his back with his legs hanging off the end
from his knees as his feet grazed the carpet.  I crawled up between his
legs and went back to work sucking him deeper than before.  OMG I loved
having a guy's big cock in my mouth.  As I kept sucking, I lifted his legs
and started my journey back, further and further back.  I figured I'd go
from his balls and slowly go further beneath, and stop whenever I either
lost my nerve or it no longer was pleasurable.  But neither ever happened.
It just got better and better for me, and I wanted more and more.  So I
took him and I ate his ass.  I ate it like a champ.  Oral has always been a
particular favorite act of mine, and if I say so myself, I'm particularly
good at it.  I didn't dabble in it.  I was putting myself into a frenzy,
and going at him deep and wild.  I opened him up and feasted on this dude.
And I fucking loved it.  He certainly seemed to be loving it, too.  After a
while of that, I slowly moved up his body with my tongue and got on top of
him, grinding against his body like waves rearing back and crashing down on
the solid surf again.  We were head to head, chest to chest, and cock to
cock.  We started rolling around a bit, but mostly I stayed on top, and
each time our faces would pass that moment would present itself, and
finally I took it.  We started kissing.  Being naked with a man, in bed,
grinding and kissing... damn.  And it all felt so good.  I was in total
control.

Then he suggested 69 and I agreed, but told him to stay away from my ass.
I didn't want him touching me there, and he never argued - just agreed.  I
sucked him even deeper this time, and I even gagged.  Haha, but I sucked
eagerly.  Wanting to train myself to take it all.  It was awesome.  After a
few minutes of that, he got on top of me, but he sat up, straddling my
waist, and asked if I wanted to be inside of him.  I said yes – each
step I progressed further all felt so natural, and so good.  So he reached
to the table next to the bed where he had condoms and lube ready, and he
put one on me, then lubed us both up.  Then he straddle me once again, but
this time he held my cock up and guided his ass onto it, and he stared
riding me.  I'm not a huge guy at all, and that's always been the most
difficult position for me to maintain.  I easily pop out.  So after a few
minutes of riding and a couple of times sliding out of him, I flipped him
over and went to work the way I know I can do it best.  And let me tell
you, I fucked this man like crazy.  It was so fucking amazing being able to
slam as deep as I wanted without having to worry if it was too hard.  He
only seemed to be craving it harder, and deeper.  And that was such a turn
on for me.  Then I turned him over again and took him from behind.  He got
on his hands and knees.  With my knees next to his, I grabbed him where his
body bent at the waist and started fucking him again.  From this position I
could get even deeper inside him.  With each thrust his knees quickly sank
down so he was lying flat.  And that was the greatest feeling position of
all.  I had my arms on either side of him and our legs were splayed out
down the bed.  With each inward push, sometimes my elbows would be locked
so I'd just be doing these slamming thrusts into his ass, and other times
my arms would bend which sent my chest crashing down against his back as I
fucked him, and fucked him, and fucked him.  It was incredible.  I kept
fucking him until I got that feeling that I couldn't hold back any more,
and I asked him where he wanted me to lose my load.  He said to me he
wanted me to cum inside him, and that's what I did.  When I came I felt
this incredible surge of pleasure blast through my cock and flash
throughout my entire body.  Torrents of cum jetted into his ass and I was
moaning out of control, crashing down on him over and over, and just kept
exploding.  What a massive release.  Then he grabbed his dick and stroked
about three times before he spewed a huge load all over himself.

We keep talking about doing it again, and I hope it happens.  This urge of
mine to have this kind of experience goes in like an elliptical orbit with
seasons that range from cold to HOT.  Well, I think I've hit the HOT
season, and this yearning is getting unbearable.  The Dark Phoenix (as my
friend calls this burning within us) is definitely rising.