My First Sex With a Man

 I had thought about having sex with a guy for a long time (I was 20) but never acted on it. In high school a guy had offered to suck my cock and I turned him down. "You'll be sorry," he said, and I must admit there were times when I wish I had taken him up on his offer.

I had girl friends, including one who loved to fuck. She was much more sexually mature in high school than most girls. When she told me I had the cock of a 30-year-old I knew she spoke from personal experience. I'm a very slim guy...5-11 and only 140 pounds in high school. That probably make my 7.5-inch cock seem even bigger.

The girl friend I had when I was 20 and in college was spending the summer in California with her parents. We went to a school in the East. I was working at a beach resort in New Jersey for the summer and staying with my parents at their resort house to save money for college. I worked nights loading trucks at a factory shipping department. It was great work for a young guy who wanted to stay in shape. (I liked to pump iron at the college gym...no super muscle guy, but toned and ripped.) The night shift gave me time to spend at my favorite place...the beach. I loved everything about it...the half-naked girls, the sun, warm sand, body surfing, getting tan.

From time to time I would see a guy who I could imagine having sex with. Frankly, most guys did not turn me on, but there was the occasional guy who did. I was attracted to manly men, not girly boys. Some body hair was also a turn-on.

I went to the beach one day after a long night shift. I was off the next two days and looking forward to a relaxing. My best friend, Dave, was out of town so I went to the beach alone, traveling light as always (a towel and a paperback book). I laid down on my towel, closed my eyes and my mind started to drift. As it often did at age 20, it drifted to sex. I thought about a porn movie Dave and I had seen several weeks before. Dave shared my interest in porn, but strictly boy-girl stuff. The last flick we saw in the "art house" theater (this was the early '70s)had a bi scene in it. Dave got very upset about it and wanted to leave. To me, it was the most exciting part...the cock sucking and when a hung stud fucked his buddy. Even during the boy-girl scenes, it was the guys' cocks that fascinated me.
My cock swelled a little in my jock as I recalled the bi-scenes and drifted off to semi-slumber.

"How's the water today?" Those were the first words i heard from Roger. I shaded my eyes and looked up to see a man standing beside me gazing toward the ocean. I couldn't see him clearly because of the sun glare. "I haven't been in yet," I said as I lifted myself to my elbows and got a better look at Roger. He looked to be about 35, trim, moderate chest hair (black) that tapered into a happy trail that disappeared in his blue bathing suit. He had black hair cut conservatively short. Yes, Roger was one of those men who instantly appealed to me.
"Has the surf been any good," he asked, squatting down next to me. "I just got to town for the weekend."
"It should get better this afternoon when the tide goes out," I said, sitting up.
"Whatcha readin?" Roger asked, glancing at my paperback.

"A John D. McDonald Travis McGee mystery," is said. Roger sat down and before I realized it a half hour had passed in chit-chat. Roger said he was a stockbroker who worked in Philadelphia. Like me, he loved the beach and said he wished he lived closer. I introduced myself (my name is Paul) and told him about school and work.
By this time Roger was laying next to me on his towel and I was getting a close look at his body. He was not especially muscular but, like me, he was slim and well defined. He had a trim waist, a nice tan that made his white teeth seem even whiter, and I couldn't help noticing how his nips stood out. As I said, I was attracted to Roger, but never thought he was gay or interested in m2m sex.
Certainly not at first. But something he said, or maybe it was the way he said it or looked at me, that got me thinking otherwise: He complimented me on my build and asked "What do guys do around here for fun?"

Suddenly my mind was racing. I think this guy wants to have sex with me, I thought! I know he wants to have sex with me!!
"It depends on what you like to do," I said. It was an answer that let me off the hook if I was wrong about Roger's intent but would not turn him away if I was not.
"Well, I was hoping maybe we could do something together," he said. As he did his eyes shifted to my chest and then down my abs.
I felt dizzy thinking about what was happening. This is it, I thought. It's now or never. What I do now may decide if I ever act out my dreams about having sex with a man. If I'll ever be ready, this is it. He's an attractive man and I'm a horny young guy. I knew what I was about to say would be decisive.

"That might be fun," I said shyly.
"I'm sure it would, Paul," he said. "You're a very good looking young man."
So, I had made my decision. It was going to happen. I was more excited, and nervous, than I had been when I fucked my girl friend for the first time in high school. Fucking a girl was "normal." Sex with a man was "unnatural."
"I'm staying at the Imperial Motel," Roger said. "Want to get out of the sun for a while Paul?" Everybody knew the Imperial, a two-story motel just off the beach, a short walk away. "OK," I said.
A million thoughts raced through my head as we walked to the Imperial. What would we do? How would he act? What was his cock like? What would I do? Would I be sorry later? I was too nervous to talk or even look directly at Roger.

Roger sensed my anxiety. "It's OK Paul, don't be nervous." His voice was reassuring and I smiled at him. He smile back and I felt even more at ease. I began to feel less nervous and more excited, feeling my cock swell and curl deeper into my tight jock.
Roger's room was on the second floor with a view of the beach. We walked up the outside stairs ahead of me and I admired his body from the back. I'm really going to do this, I thought to myself.
Roger unlocked the door and I walked in. The first thing I noticed was the large double bed. So, I thought, that's where it is going to happen. The curtains were drawn across most of the sliding door that leed to a balcony. There was just enough light to give the room a soft glow. The air conditioner was off and the room was warmer than outside...about 85 degrees. I felt the sweat running down my chest. Roger apologized for the heat but did not turn on the air conditioner.

I threw my towel and book onto a chair and walked to the window and looked out at the ocean. Roger walked up close behind me. "As I said Paul, you're a very good looking boy." I felt his hands on my shoulders. They were strong and warm. He slipped his hands under my arms and around to my chest, bending down and kissing the back of my neck.
He turned me around and we moved away from the window. "Is this your first time Paul?"
"Yes."
"I know you're going to like whatever we do. If you don't just say say. We won't do anything you don't want to do."

With that he kissed me lightly on the lips. I responded by kissing him back a little harder. His arms went around me and he pulled me close. He pushed is tongue into my mouth and I accepted him. His hands moved down my back to my waistband. He pushed one hand under and felt my smooth ass cheeks.
I pulled the string of my bathing suit and it suddenly loosened. Roger put both hands under my waistband, spread it and my suit dropped to the floor. The white straps of my jock framed my ass cheeks and Roger worked my cheeks with his hands as he continued to kiss me, probing with his hot tongue and pressing his chest into mine.
My body felt incredibly alive. I was getting so many sensations...his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, his hard nips pressing into my smooth chest, his whole body against mind, his hips grinding against me.

Roger guided me to to the bed and had me lie on my back. My semi-hard cock was still encased in my jock. I was dizzy from the heat and what was happening. In the dim light I saw Roger slip out of his bathing suit. For an instant I saw his cock and balls hanging free between his legs, and then he was lying beside me.
He leaned over and kissed me gently, running his right hand across my chest and my nipples. He told me to put my hands behind my head and relax. Then, a new sensation as he kissed and licked my right armpit. I moaned. His hand moved to my abs and he leaned over me, kissed my left armpit and pressed his chest against mine. For the first time if felt his hard cock. It pressed against my right leg as he leaned into me.
He went back to making out with me as his hand moved lower along my thin happy trail. I have a thick bush of pubic hair and I moaned again as his fingers entered my bush. He pushed under by jock and reached the base of my cock. His hand pushed down the shaft and moved my jock down. My cock snapped out and he gently gripped my cock head.
"Paul," he whispered, "you have a man's cock."

Roger slid lower, kissing my hard nipples as he slowly stroked by cock. It was clear he loved my young, hard body as he moved lower and buried his face in my pubs. He sat up and I lifted my ass off the bed so he could slid my jock off. Now we were both naked. My legs seemed to open wide without my thinking about it and I offer Roger all of my sex...my cock, my balls, my ass.
He moved to the end of the bed, between my legs. He pushed my legs wider apart, kissing and nibbling my inner thighs. He moved higher and then I moaned with renewed pleasure...he took my balls in his mouth. No one had ever eaten my nuts. It felt so good. Fuck, this is why men have sex with each other. They know how to please their own sex. Roger stroked my cock as he worked my balls, gently stroking it to full erection.

He left my balls and nibbled up the shaft of my cock. I hadn't jerked off for two days and I would have blown my load if I weren't still a little nervous. Roger ran his tongue under the rim of my cock head. Precum leaked out of my pisshole and over my mushroom cap onto his tongue. I looked down at him and saw he was looking up at me to see if I were enjoying what he was doing. I smiled and moaned to let him know I loved it. Then he did it...he took me into his mouth. Oh fuck, it felt sooo fucking good.

I loved the feeling so much I didn't notice that Roger was shifting position...moving around so that his body was alongside mine in 69 position. I felt the bed sag as he repositioned his body and when I looked to the right I had my first good look at his beautiful cock. My heart pounded even harder. A tower of flesh rose from a thick patch of curly black pubic hair. It was capped by a flaring mushroom cock head. His cock curved upward. It was about 7.5 inches, like mine. Like me, he cock was cut. I could see the veins bulging and pulsing in his shaft.
I reached for it and heard Roger moan when I took it in my hand. ..the first time I had held a man's cock. I was struck at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time. I pulled it toward me and took it in my mouth. Yes, this is what I have wanted for so long.

Roger rolled on top of me in classic 69 position. His cock and balls dangled over my face. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. My hands went up around his ass and I pulled him to me. His cock slipped back into my mouth. Finally, I was really sucking cock. And not just any cock. Not a boy cock. A real man's cock.
We stayed locked together for what seemed like hours, me exploring his cock, his balls, feeling his ass, his strong back muscles, our nips digging into each others abs. My head was filled with new sensations...the scent of man musk, the taste and feel of cock and the feelings being created between my legs by my first man lover.

It was just the beginning. There's much more to tell, but I've probably gone on too long already. If you'd like to hear more, let me know and I can go on...for hours.