First Night

 We met in a bar. Such mundane beginnings. I saw you across the crowded tables and a look of knowing passed between us, an instant recognition of the same needs. The looks continued to switch back and forth as we both chatted to the friends we had come out with.

“Your round, Jay,” Smithy announced, grinning. He was planning on getting lashed. If only he knew of all the times I had fantasized of getting him lashed to my bed. Many a night I had wanked to that image, seeing him splayed out for me to lick from head to toe. Smithy was a stud, but unfortunately only with women.

Pulling out my wallet, I made my way through the throng of warm bodies and pushed through to the bar to order the drinks in a loud voice.
“Saw you looking,” you said beside me, leaning in to say the words softly in my ear, your breath washing lager over my face, though I didn’t mind. “Thought I’d say hello.”
“Hello,” I said, smiling. You were beautiful, a god. Your hair, fair and gleaming, twisted tenderly over your scalp in natural curls. I imagined sinking my fingers in it while I sank my cock between your pouting lips.
“Hello,” you said back. Your hand brushed gently against my arm.
“I’m Jay. Jake,” I told you, unable to tear my eyes from your doey brown gaze. They were eyes any man could easily get lost in.
“Paul,” you replied and offered me your hand to touch.

Your fingers were warm, a little calloused, strong. My own hand was soft in comparison. You held it longer than was strictly conventional, much to my delight. We were on the same frequency and we both knew it. Understanding was complete. We would end up in bed together before the night was over.

I had always hidden my desires, kept them tucked away in my mind. None of my friends knew I was gay. I hoped they would understand if I told them, prayed they would, but never knew for certain, not enough to come out. All my experiences with other men had be clandestine, carried out in the anonymity of the hidden corners of the park in the early hours of the morning.

It was always possible to find what you needed, if you knew where to look and were brave enough to take the plunge. I had taken it the first time when I was a mere strip of sixteen, offering up my cock to the lips of older men wanting to attain youth again by sucking on a length of it in the dark. I had lost my virginity to one of those men, never even knew his name. After worshiping my cock with his mouth, swallowing my offered fluid down with a sigh, he grabbed me and forced inside me before I had a chance to refuse.
I still remember the pain. He hadn’t used any sort of lube but a tiny dribble of spittle, just enough for him to take what he wanted from me; not enough to make his entry a pleasure for me.
My lesson learned, I went out equipped in future.

The second time had been with another youth. We had noticed each other and sneaked away from the orgy of hasty, stolen pleasure. I dropped my jeans and put my sacrificial anus on the altar of his cock, applying the lube myself to be sure I didn’t spend the next few days feeling like I had been ripped asunder. He took me joyfully, reaching round my body to share his pleasure by holding me in a tender hand, working it over me. That was my first orgasm while I was penetrated.
You smiled at me again, and stole my heart in an instant. I would have done anything for you in that moment: dropped to my knees to venerate your shaft with my eyes, my mouth. I would have bent for you to stake me in front of everyone.

“You want to get out of here?” you asked, your expression heating to lust. Had you seen it on my face?
I glanced over at the mates I was meant to be with for the whole night and nibbled my bottom lip in uncertainty. What would they think of me going off with you?
“They don’t know?” you asked softly, moving even closer to me. Your scent, deodorant, after shave and man, was heady, intoxicating.
“No,” I admitted. “It’s never, you know, come up in conversation.”
“That sort of thing never comes up in conversation, Jay,” you chuckled. “I’ll wait out the front for ten minutes. If you’re not there by the time I leave, I’ll assume you don’t want me.”
“I want you,” I whispered urgently, desire raising a glorious flagpole in my jeans. I wanted you so much it hurt. “Let me take these drinks over and I’ll be out.”
“You better be.”

You turned away and headed back to the group you had been with, but you didn’t resume your seat. I saw your friends laughing with you and you looked over at me, captivating me yet again in the beauty of your gaze.
Picking up the tray of drinks, I hurried over to my friends and deposited it on the table at the centre of them, surrendering a substitute for my company.
“I’ve got to go,” I said jovially. “Something’s come up.” I should not have said that! Something was up alright, up and begging for your attention, longing to sink inside you.
“Got a bird?” Smithy laughed, the sound harsh and raucous in my ears. How had he not noticed I’d never had a girlfriend?
“Yeah,” I lied. “See you guys tomorrow night?”
“We’ll be here,” Smithy promised. “Give her a poke from me,” he added and gave another of those harsh laughs.

I made my escape quickly, all but running out into the chilly evening.
You were waiting for me and my heart skipped in elation. There was a cab beside you and we slipped into the dark recess of the rear seat in silence.
“Okay?” you finally asked and I nodded, my throat suddenly dry with nerves.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when your hand fell on my knee. You whispered to me to relax and let your fingers drift higher. I could have died ecstatically in the moment you settled your hand on my crotch and started rubbing one finger against the rim of my cock-head. A sigh burst through my lips, cascading out in joy. You knew exactly how to touch me in a way that nearly made me come in my jeans.
“Please stop,” I whispered, not sure I could climax in silence.

You laughed quietly and your hand fell still, but stayed exactly where it was.
Mustering some courage, I reached out to touch your thigh. You grabbed my hand, drew it up to your groin. God, you were so hard. How the zip of your jeans could contain that steel rod, I really didn’t know.
“We’re here,” you announced as the cab drew to a stop.

We walked close to each other as we mounted the three flights of stairs that led to your flat. Keys jangled in your fingers as you unlocked the door. You drew me inside and pushed the door shut with my body, capturing my mouth in the trap of your lips, imprisoning me in a cell of dizzy delight.
Getting right in close, you pressed your hard cock on mine, thrusting your pelvis. I did the same, diving my tongue in your mouth to taste you inside, sampling the first bite of you as I prepared for a complete devouring.
“God, you’re hot,” you groaned as you drew back to grab a little oxygen before consuming my tongue again.

I wrapped my arms around your slender body and held you as tight as I could, never wanting to let go. I wanted to tell you I thought you were hot too, that I would worship the ground you walked on if you gave me the chance. Just having you in my embrace was like dying and going to heaven.
“Bed,” you managed to get out around our oral dance.
Going wherever you led, I held your hand, let you take me to heaven or hell as you willed, an eager sacrifice to your need.

Your bedroom was quite plain, just the bare essentials. I learned later that was your way, your character encapsulated within four walls: never over-embellished, always straight-forward.
You turned to face me and I noticed for the first time you were a little shorter than me. Only a couple of inches. I lowered my head those inches and savoured your lips again. Will I ever grow tired of your taste? No, I don’t think I can.
Your hands rose to start unbuttoning my shirt, smoothing over my skin as you slipped it off my shoulders. Your touch was electrifying, a shot of static through my entire body. I reciprocated, dying to discover the body of the Adonis. I still think your body is perfect in every way.

Both naked to the waist, we locked our arms around each other and kissed for a lifetime, bare chest to bare chest, a little sweat on our bodies making us slick.
Then you let your lips trail down my chin, my throat. You sucked and nibbled me as you headed south, wandering to the hard little buds of my nipples. You devoured them one at a time while I gasped and quivered. Your lips continued their journey. You captured my zip between finger and thumb, lowering it infinitely slowly. Once on your knees before me, you kissed just above the waistband of my jeans as you popped open the button. Barely contained in my pants, I could feel your hot breath on the tip of my cock as you snared the elastic in your teeth and drew it back and down.

I couldn’t keep in my cry of ecstasy contained as your lips surrounded me. Yours was the best mouth I had ever been inside, the only one I’ve been in since that night, and it still makes me feel exactly the same now as it did then. You were slow in your swallowing of me, taking a few extra millimeters at a time.

I told you in that moment I adored you. In response, you took me to the root, your nose nuzzling in my pubic hair. One of your hands cradled my balls, massaging them so softly as you sucked all of me. I was so deep inside you and felt like you were swallowing not just my cock but my entire body. I was lost to you entirely during that blowjob, my heart and soul given over to your care forever.

You released your own shaft and wrapped your hand round it, loving yourself urgently. We were both on the verge of coming. I thought I should warn you in case you didn’t swallow, but you stayed right where you were. Filling your mouth was indescribable. I fountained over your receiving tongue, crying my ecstasy to your bedroom ceiling.

Still gasping shallow breaths, I drew you to your feet and dropped to take your cock as deep as you had mine. The scent of your body was almost enough to make me come again. I thought you must use shampoo in your pubes, as they had a slightly fruity smell. Burying my face amongst their soft pillow, I took everything you could give. Your salt bathed my mouth, your groans ringing in my ears like a peal of bells announcing the creation of a new god, one for just me to worship.
Pulling out of my lips, you bent and kissed me again. I had never done that before, kissed a man while his semen still coated my tongue and teeth. I could taste myself in the depths of you and licked every millimetre of your mouth.
“That was amazing,” you breathed, your hands gripping my jeans to push them down.

We finished undressing each other in a flurry of desperate hands and fell on your bed. You produced a packet of condoms and lubricant. I wanted to feel your length burying inside me and donned your cock with its sheath.
Moving over me, you opened my legs and drew them up to dive in. Your penetration was astounding. You stopped moving for a moment, revelling in simply being embraced fully. Then you drew back to take me again, your eyes locked on my face as I took all your length deep inside me.

When your fingers eased around my prick, I cried out.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, Jay,” you encouraged, consuming me with hand and cock. God, had there ever been anything to compare to it? You gave me everything of yourself, thrusting and stroking until you filled the condom with a yelp of fulfilment. I followed you over the precipice a moment later, covering myself.
You sank down onto me and I held you, my arms clasped around your shoulders. You kept kissing me, murmuring how good it had been, telling me no other man had ever been that wonderful.
Had you lost your heart too? Was that just your way after sex? I know the answers now, but didn’t then.

When you withdrew and removed the condom to knot, you tossed it in a bin down the side of your bed. We laid together in our postcoital bliss, still touching each other softly.
I didn’t know if you would take my cock up your arse at some point in the night. Some men didn’t like that, only wanting to take another.
You laughed quietly, seeming overcome with joy, as I was.
“Ciggie?” you asked, turning on a lamp beside your bed and reaching for a packet of cigarettes.
I grinned at you and took one. “I think I need it,” I told you.

Leaning over me, you kissed me softly on the lips, your touch tender and giving. There was no need: you had me already. But the press of your mouth was divine. I returned your kiss, telling you that I was yours entirely.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” you whispered and held a lighter to the end of my cigarette.
Placing a cold glass ashtray on my suddenly flinching belly, you lay at my side, tucked into your own space as you watched me. Puffing the cigarette in silence, I lapped up your study with my eyes closed, feeling yours on my features.
“You’re beautiful,” you said simply as you stubbed out your cigarette.
I smiled and responded, “You are too.”

The brief break over, you removed the ashtray from me, taking my butt to extinguish, and set it back on your bedside cabinet, reaching for another condom as you put the ashtray down. Holding the square of foil between your teeth, you turned back to me and started rubbing your hand all over me. It took very little of such praise to get me hard again. You adored my erection with your fingers. Then you teased the condom over my upthrust shaft, your fingers telling me you wanted it pushing through your anus. Coated with more lube, I leaned over you and kissed you deeply as you spread your legs for me.

I could have said so much as I entered your body for the first time, how much I already loved you, how I never wanted another, how you had captured everything I was in that first look across a crowded bar.
Torn between wanting to love you slowly, gently, and wanting to piston inside you until I exploded, I varied my rhythm. Your hands closed round my buttocks, as if you wanted to pull all of me inside. Very soon, I lost the ability to do anything but follow my instincts. I know I took you hard that first time, but you loved it, crying out for more, wanting every drop I would spill.

The orgasm tightened in my balls, contracting them to push the spray of semen over the inside of a condom. I yelled with the force of it, my voice hoarse as it bounced off your plain pale grey walls.
Realising I had neglected your cock, I shifted onto my knees and took it in my fist. You wanted that hard too, telling me so with urgent thrusts of your hips. I gave according to your bellowed instructions, devouring the sight of you coming like a starving man.
Once divested of my condom, which you removed so tenderly, I fell onto the mattress, exhausted and euphoric. As you shunted over to lay your head on my chest, I wound my arm across your back, letting my fingertips venerate your skin in gently caressing circles. As your breaths grew heavier with sleep, your arm and leg settled over me, encircling me with your perfection.

Turning my face into your golden hair, I breathed you in, smelling myself on you. It was wonderful, that feeling of being well loved by you, my own scent all over your body, yours all over mine. I pressed my lips to your forehead and closed my eyes.
In the morning, we rose late and exchanged phone numbers. I didn’t want to leave you but walked out the door anyway. Before I had got all the way down the stairs, I got a text from you: Come over tonight, you said in that digital script. I replied I would and walked out onto the pavement with a wide grin splitting my face open.