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Married Longshoreman's First Time

  So here is a story for you guys...it's a first time, just not MY first time, even though I was there. I hope you enjoy.

This was about three years ago or so. At the time, I was using a local telephone hook up line fairly extensively...it was free, so why not? One night I was on 'the line' and a voice ad for a married guy looking for someone experienced in man-to-man came up. Being an active pursuer of married men, I answered right away. 


It turned out he was a longshoreman on the docks up here, working at receiving some of the thousands of container vans that come through our port every year. He was dark haired and about thirty eight or so...had been married for twenty years, and still thought about his (minimal) experiences as a boy with his buddies. I talked to him for awhile, and then invited him over to the house for a massage. As a former massage therapist, I find that offering a massage is a very nice, nonthreatening way to get to know someone.


So he came over that first night, very nervous and unsure about what he was doing, so shy and vulnerable. I gave him a beer and we sat and shot the breeze for awhile, and I could see him relaxing. Then I took him downstairs to where the table was set up and told him to ***** down while I left the room to get the oil and other necessities. When i got back, there he was on the table, totally naked and spread out like a buffet. Looking at his *** and knowing no one had ever been in there, I was salivating.


So, I gave him a very deep relaxing massage, and he was just about purring by the time I rolled him back over on his belly...the guy was putty in my hands. I had him spread his legs a little and just dived face first into his ***. I guess no one had ever rimmed him before, because he just about levitated off the table when I got my tongue into him...he was squiriming all over the place and moaning out loud, curling his *** back up into my face like a cat in heat. When he was so hot he could barely talk, I slid a tiny ***** into his ***, rolled him back over and sucked him off until he came in huge spurts down my throat. He just layed there mute for awhile, trying to catch his breath and making little moaning noises. I was still in my sweats and muscle shirt...I figured it would be easier for him to trust me if I wasn't trying to do him that first time. After explaining that nothing had ever felt so good to him, he told me what his schedule was like while he got dressed, and as he walked out the door, he swore he'd be back for more.


Sure enough, early the next week I got a call from him. His wife was going out of town, it seemed, and he wanted to come over and see me again, and "Would it be all right if I spend the night? I'd really like that." Hell yeah, that would be just fine, I told him.


That Thursday, he showed up at my doorstep again. He gave me a big hug and laid a sweet kiss on me. We talked for awhile, but he seemed very restless and impatient, so I took him downstairs for another massage.


We made it all the way through his back, but never got past his *** that night. He wasn't there for massage, if his slow **** of the table was any indicator. I ate him out again until he was almost crying, and peeled my clothes off while I was working on him. With a little lube, I got my fingers into him, and then a slightly bigger ***** than last time. When he was moaning constantly and his **** was smearing juices all over the sheet beneath him, I paused in what I was doing and leaned up till my mouth was right next to his ear.


"Do you want me to top you?" I breathed into his ear. "Do you want to get ******?"


"Oh god, yes please. **** me!"  I was hard as a rock from hearing him moan and his words just made me harder. I grabbed the lube I'd already been using on him, stroked a little bit onto my **** and climbed up on the table and settled between his legs. I pulled at his hips till me was up on his knees with his face still on the table, and I looked down into the wide open cleft of his ***. His hole was a little red and swollen from the work I'd already done, and glistening in the low light with the lube I'd been using. He was shifting his hips back and forth, and his hole was winking at me, opening and closing involuntarily as he thought about what was coming. I gripped my **** at the base and swiveled my hips forward, and my cockhead touched the warmth and wetness of his anus, just kissing his tight hole. 


 

"Ok, I'm going to slide in. Push out, like you're taking a ****." 


He obligingly pushed, and when I saw his little hole pooch out, I immediately pressed forward. I felt the resistance, and then I felt it giving way, letting me slide into him, his tiny hole opening and accepting the head of my **** into him. When I popped through, he grunted like he'd been punched, and stopped completely still for a moment, and then his hips started moving again, backing into me and forcing inch after inch of me into his cherry ***. He was whining a little under his breath, and his back was covered with sweat, but he was taking it, pushing himself back onto it deeper and deeper.


When I bottomed out in him, my balls tight against his 'taint and my pubes scratching all around his *******, he just moaned and panted for a minute or two, and I held still and soaked in the incredible heat and tight grip of his virginity. I ran my hands up his sides and down his spine, soothing and relaxing him and getting him ready. I was going to ride his *** hard, but I wanted him along for the ride, wanted him to never forget the hot feelings he was having right now. So I stayed still until he started to move under me, and then I slid out just an inch and back into him, again socketed deep and just resting in his feverishly hot grip. After two breaths, back out and then back in, and his moaning started to ratchet up a little, ending with a grunt when I hit bottom again. A little further out on the next stroke and right back into him, with a gutteral grunt marking time when I butted my pelvis back up against his ***. He was starting to move his *** back into me now, countering my strokes into him and I saw his back break out in goosebumps.


Then it was all the way back till only my cockhead was in him and right back in, full length but still slow and gentle, but with a little more authority - I wanted him to know that it was a man in his ***, that he'd been taken and there was no going back. He arched his *** up into my crotch and took the stroke with a higher pitched moan, and again that little grunt when I hit bottom. He was a little more loose now, his *** taking me a little more easily, and I could tell it was starting to feel good, that those waves of pleasure were starting for him, and I knew it was time to turn up the intensity a little. I lifted up a little on the next stroke, raking across his prostate and he made a startled sound and rolled his *** back into me, and I shoved a little harder on the way back in. His head was turned to the side, and his eyes were closed but his mouth was open and a little drool was leaking out the corner of his lips and wetting the sheet. I went into him faster and harder this time, and his body jolted under the blow, but he kept right on moaning.


Still slightly above him, I pounded in hard and his head lifted off the table slightly and he moaned louder. I reached back with one hand while balanced on the other and grabbed his **** - he was rockhard and leaking heavily. I smeared his outflow all over his cockhead with a tight grip and he shuddered heavily, and his **** jerked hard when I slammed into him this time.


After a couple more hard strokes, I pulled out of him, whispering encouragement as he made disappointed sounds and dragged him off the table and shoved him down over it, kicking his ankles apart and then sliding back into his *** with one hard stroke. Now I could reach around and jerk his throbbing **** with his own leakage as lube, and not have to worry about balance. 


I pounded his *** for the next 20 minutes or so, mixing short hard jabs and long slow strokes, stopping sometimes to just hold it in him all the way and grinding my hips in a circle. He loved it all...at one point it sounded like he was whispering something, so I leaned forward over his back to make it out.


"**** my ***, **** my ***..." I don't think he was even aware that he was saying it, but it made me even hotter.


Finally, his moans got louder and higher pitched and he started banging his *** back into me harder on ever stroke. His head was ******* up and down on every stroke I made into him and his **** swelled even harder, and it knew it wouldn't be much longer. I wasn't in much better shape myself - I could feel that knot growing in my balls, that buzzing that tells you it's going to be a good one.


And suddenly he was there. I was bent forward over him, pounding my hips into him and jackin' him hard, and with no warning beyond a deeper grunt, his **** spasmed in my hand and he reared his head back. His *** gripped me almost as tightly as it had when we'd first started, and he was firing his load out all over the side of the table, his whole body writhing like a snake and his *** pounding back against my crotch. 


I pounded two more strokes into the tight clench of him, and then held myself hard and deep in him, pounding out a hot, heavy load. I was shuddering and panting, sweat slick and still flexing in him, milking out the last drops of my load. I had him tight in my arms, one hand around him and resting on his chest between his nipples and the other down and cupping his balls. I lay forward over his back and just breathed into his neck for a moment, rubbing my beard agains the tender skin there for a moment.


When he turned his head and looked at me, he wore the smile of a well ****** man - a little sheepish, but very satisfied.


And that was how the married longshoreman lost his cherry. And it's all a true story. 

 

I still live in the NW...if there's any married men out there from my area that are interested in talking or more, leave me a note. I'm always open to discussion.


cheers!


Jd

joesdog joesdog 41-45, M 14 Responses Mar 8, 2010

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I wish that had been me.

I just read your story. Fully clothed. Yet shot my load. Wow. Where about are you.

heloo im a new user

I do not have any experience yet...I am on the other side of the world.

Always the way, isn't it? The more interesting and attractive they are, the further away they live. I think my dream man lives in Tibet or something.

no Your not , and dont lol its harmful , only if you will mary a girl ..

The first time is always so memorable and leads to more and more

this is one of the better written stories i have read very hot and heavy hope there are more like it in the future?

never had it would love too be **** up my *** any takers

Definitely a hot story, when I finally gave my as as a bottom, I was 27 and you would have thought that murder was going on with all the yellling and moaning and OMG from me. I also started speaking in differnt languages like French and was reciting **** my *** in multiple tongues. My partner was with me 8 years and sex was great for at least 4 years. We had an open relationship and invited bear men over all the time for lots of fun. Condoms for all and every time and we are both happily HIV negative even though we split a short time ago. I thought I was going to levitate it was so good, yet my current **** buddy makes me feel like I will levitate every time he ***** me. He tries different ways and keeps surprising me.

Hot stuff!!

INCREDIBLE! Hotter than hot! Let's all get together and work off what we now feel!

I'm with you! md/va/dc

Now that was one lucky longshoreman.......I am so jealous

Wow!!! Very hot.

Wow! What a story. I hope my first time is that good. <br />
Now my c**k is throbbing cuz I can just imagine how good it must've felt to get pounded like that.<br />
I'm definitely gonna have to get in touch with this guy I met. I've just been too scared. But that story might've changed my mind.