Mr. MCWilliams and I

“W-Where are you going?” I asked with more than just a little bit of frustration.
“I’ll be right back!” 
I watched as he padded across the room, his cock was bouncing up and down, and reached into the nightstand next to his bed. He pulled out a large jar of vaseline. When he returned, he knelt down in front of me again and looked me in my eyes.
“I already told you that I wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he said. “But I want to make love to you.”

I didn’t hesitate. “You mean you want to fuck me?”
“No,” he said sharply. “I want to make love to you. The difference is this; If I fuck you then I’ll shove my dick up your ass, pound away for about 3 minutes and cum. You’d be left in the cold. If I make love to you, I’ll take my sweet time. We can explore each other further while I’m inside of you and you can tell me what’s best for you and I’ll tell you what’s best for me. In other words, what feels good and right and what does not.”
I still didn’t hesitate. “Sure,” I grinned wickedly. 

He smiled broadly and leaned over to kiss me once more. Then he did something new again. He sat back on his legs and lifted mine off the floor. He pulled me closer to himself and raised my ass off the floor with both his hands. Then (as I watched transfixed), he opened my asshole with his hands, lowered his head and stuck his tongue out and into my hole! I all but levitated off the fucking rug!! Ewwwwwww…I thought. That is disgusting…lucky thing I took a shower before dinner tonight! Disgusting or not, the man knew what he was doing. My initial reaction was to jump! But that’s only because I was surprised at what he was doing. Then, a new and exciting feeling took over as he worked his tongue in and out of my tight hole. God! It felt infuckingcredible! My disgust sooned turned to ecstasy and my thoughts were turned to mush. I grabbed my dick and started jacking it slowly. It felt soooo good. He was actually slurping and making smacking noises with his tongue and I was in seventh heaven. I didn’t know it then, but he was actually loosening me up. He would tell me later on that if that didn’t work then he would have used the vaseline as a back-up. He didn’t use it. When he realized that I was jerking myself off, he removed my hand from my dick and placed my arm back on the rug. I groaned in frustration at the loss of my hand but, c’est lavie! He had worked his tongue so far down my hole that it was actually opening of it’s own accord after awhile. With the combination of his tongue and saliva as a lube, he decided that I was ready for the next step. He stopped and lowered my legs to his waist. He reached for one of the pillows and placed it under my ass.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He asked me anxiously.
I nodded to excited and nervous to trust myself to speak. He pulled me closer to him and dropped one of my legs. With his free hand, rubbed his steel rod briefly and brought forth a pearly drop of precum. I, at least, recognized that for what it was! He moved in closer and still holding his cock firmly, placed the head at the entrance to my asshole.
“We can do this one of two ways,” he said hoarsly. “We can go real slow, or I can just put it in you all at once. Either way, it’s going to hurt for a bit until you get you used to it.”
I was no fucking dummy! If he put it in slowly, the pain would be excruiatingly slow. If he put it in all at once, the pain would be searing but, it would be over and done with in a minute or so.
“Just put it in all at once,” I gasped.

He smiled at me and leaned forward. He covered my mouth with his and started to wrestle with my tongue. Then, he made his move. He already had the head of his cock at my hole. He grasped me by my hips and pulled me forward. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and drove his cock into my tight, virgin hole in one fast swoop! The pain was incredible. I remember trying to scream but any noise I made was muffled by out mouths glued together. He never moved after his initial entrance; instead, he sat perfectly still and continued to kiss me for all he was worth, rubbing my back and my arms. Finally, blissfully, the pain started to subside and my tension started to fade away. He could sense this because he slowly and gently started gyrating his hips. He didn’t move in and out at first, he just kind’ve wiggled around while still kissing me. I could feel my own young cock trapped between us and it was leaking like crazy! I felt myself being lowered to the rug until I was flat on my back with my legs wrapped around his slim waist. Then the love making began. He eased himself halfway out and slowly slid back in touching that magic spot way in the back of my asshole. My eyes widened and I groaned out loud. We were no longer kissing, but we were watching each other. He was grinning at me wickedly and my mouth was wide open as I gasped for breath. Then, he did it again. Only this time, he slide out to the head of his cock and then slid slowly back in. I was gasping for breath; not from pain…that was long gone! But from a new and exciting kind of pleasure.

“You like that babe?” He asked
I could only nod my head briskly. He chuckled softly.
“I’m going to pick up the speed a bit ok?”
Again I could only nod my head in agreement. He started moving in out of me like a slow locomovite just starting to make its way down the track. By this time, however, I was learning. As he lay across me, I was grasping his firm ass cheeks and helping him in and out. My mouth was busy licking and nibbling his ears, neck and any play else that I thought he would like. His mouth was doing the same. Plus, whenever he slid his dick into me, he would do this kind of motion with his stomach on my dick! I was out of my fucking mind with desire. I had also learned to raise myself off the floor to meet him halfway on his downward thrust. Each time I did this, he would moan something incoherent and he would pick up the pace. Finally, we were going at it like rabbits. Sweat was pouring off his face and splattering mine. I didn’t give a fuck though. Once in a while he would lick it off my neck or my face and slide his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was getting close because I could feel his ass tightening and clenching under my hands. I was also getting close. The friction from my stomach and his on my young cock was fucking amazing. I knew that this was going to be my best orgasam to fucking date!

He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kinda growled in my ear.
“I’m gonna fucking explode!”
True to his word, he slammed once more into me and I felt his whole body tense as he gasped for breath and came like an erupting volcano! He came so hard that first shot, that it had started to leak out of my hole! When I felt him erupt that first time, I threw my head back, sucked in some air, squeezed my eyes shut and my cock exploded between us. I felt him briefly suck on my tongue (and I must have sucked back) and then felt his breath in my air. He groaned once more, said something incoherent and I felt his cock expand once more as it released another load of his hot male spunk. My own cock was doing the same thing and I remember thinking, I can’t breathe! Although he was as far up inside of me as he could go, he was still pushing against me. Finally, sweetfully, we started to slow down. He was kissing me all over feverishly and muttering my name. I was to un-nerved to speak. When it finally came to a complete, exhaustive end, he rolled us over onto our sides and I felt his dwindling cock slide out of me with a ‘plop’. When I opened my eyes, it was to find him licking my own spunk off my stomach and chest and then he shared it with me. I actually tasted my own cum for the very first time! Not to shabby either. He pulled me in closer and sighed in my ear. I rested my head on his chest and felt his coarse hairs tickling my ears. I was tired, a little sore, but incredibly happy.

“Well?” He asked lazily. “What do you think?”
“My God Mr. McWill…I mean…Chris,” I said quietly. “That was…well…that was my first time and it was great! Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiled quietly. “But thank you for letting me be your first.”
“No problem,” I giggled softly.

The rest, as they say, is history. We did not spend the rest of our lives together, but we did have an incredible weekend and it was the first of many. He taught me more than typing. He taught me sensuality and the art of making love and being made love to. This story, by the way, is true. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed telling you about it. Take care readers. Until next time!