First *******

The long distance relationship with my girlfriend leaved a lot to be desired. We did not get the time to see each other very much and when we did the sex was just not that exciting as it had been in the past. Repeatedly, I found myself alone during the weekend and spending a lot of time wanking of in front of the computer. It was during this time I found myself increasingly attracted to bisexual and gay ****. I had always considered myself 100 % and found this newfound interest rather worrying. Surely, it is only because I getting bored with the normal straight stuff, I am not really bisexual I told myself. How wrong I was. As time went by without much sexual activity with my girlfriend my fantasies became more directed to the bisexual direction. I started to visit a gay chat site, just out of curiosity I told myself. The power of self deception is indeed great. Before long I started to chat with another guy. He was also inexperienced, same age, we decided to meet up. Maybe to watch a **** movie and **** off, maybe **** each other as well.

We decided to meet at the buss stop outside his house, we had never seen each other or swapped photos, but we exchanged information. On the way there I had a raging erection but still I was sure that I would not go through with it. I almost hoped that the other guy would not show up or that I would not find him attractive so I could make up some lame excuse and leave. He did show up, we instantly recognised each other but waited a few moments for the other passengers that stepped of the buss to leave. That is the moment that I remember most vividly, standing there in the buss stop, trying to hide my erection and glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He was slightly taller than me lean but in an athletic kind of way. When there were only us left on the plat formed we turned and walked towards each other. During those few steps he caught me looking at the bulge in his jeans, he smirked the way you do when you for a moment know exactly what the other person is thinking of. We introduced ourselves; he looked me up and down without being embarrassed I could tell that he approved of what he saw. It was clear that he was less embarrassed or nervous than I and I suspected that he would be the more active in bed. The short way to his house felt quite awkward we exchanged a few meaningless comments and polite phrases. Just before arriving at his door he said something, I cannot remember the exact words but it was a compliment about my face, and I immediately understood what he wanted to do to me. All those **** pictures I had seen with men kneeling in front of another with the other erect **** in the mouth flashed through my head. The act of sucking of a guy always seemed very submissive to me, exciting and somewhat degrading at the same time.

We entered his little two bed room flat, on the chat he had said that he had just recently moved to my town and the rather Spartan decoration confirmed this. On the way to the flat I had wondered how to take the first step; I need not to have worried about that. We barely got inside the door before he grabbed my crotch feeling that I had an erection he started to stroke my **** through my jeans. I undid his belt and started to unbutton his trousers. He placed his other hand behind my neck. I hoped that he would not try to kiss me. I just felt that I could not kiss a guy at that moment, I still feel like that. I pulled down his trousers and but my hand inside his underwear, grabbing his ****. It was thinker than mine; I pulled down his jocks and looked down on it. He still had one hand behind my neck, kissing was probably not his thing either; instead of pulling my head towards his face he exerted a gentle pressure downwards. His intention was clear; he wanted me on my knees, and I meekly obliged. Maybe it was his mannerism, I do not know, but I knew would full fill the role of a woman it was no question about it, he would have his way with me, he would **** my mouth and I would like it. I started to stroke his ****, gently ************ him. He put one hand on my head, pulling it towards his ****. I bent forward to kiss his left thigh high up next to his balls, and then kissed the shaft of his penis. His **** was very warm against my lips and I let my tongue slide up the shaft of his **** towards the head. He took my hand of his **** and grabbed it with his right hand. He griped my hair with his other hand and directed his **** towards my lips. Feeling the warm head pressed against my lips and being able to taste his pre *** I looked up towards his face. He was looking intently down on me and I held his gaze, parted my lips and let him into mouth. The head of his **** filled my mouth and I started to move my head back and forward. After a while we stopped, ******** of our clothes completely and moved into the bed room. He sat down on the bed and I kneeled on the floor in front of him. Again he pulled down my head towards his ****, and I continued to lick, suck and kiss it. As happens in these situations his moans became louder and more frequent, I realised he was about to come so I took it out and started to **** him off at the same time as I was jacking off myself. I held my face just above his **** and when he came most of the ***** ended up in my face. I came shortly after.

We saw each other a few more times had quite a bit of interesting sex, but it is the memory of this first time that is the strongest.
Notaman Notaman
26-30
Jul 18, 2010