Let me tell you about the first time I fucked another man. We'd been dating a couple of weeks and I really wanted in his pants badly. His name was Tom.
He was blond. He was 28, I was 22. He was older, but I was bigger and stronger. Tom was a gymnast, and had a lithe, agile strength all his own. His face was kind, gentle, beautiful.
So late one night after we'd gone to his place after a movie he gave me a look and I knew it was time! I'd never fucked anyone before, and I wanted Tom to be the first.
He looked at me with his big brown eyes, his eyes like those of a deer. His eyes said I'm ready, what do you want to do? I looked at him and wanted him. I wanted to love him. I wanted to be inside him. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to hear him moan and scream. I wanted to make him feel good.
We were standing in the living room. I took his hand and led him into his bedroom. He walked slowly, allowing me to pull him. We entered his bedroom and I left him standing next to the bed. My cock was already hard at the thought of being inside him. I closed the door and the room became darker.
I turned around and saw him there, waiting. His eyes met mine without hesitation. In those eyes was desire and submission. I will do what you want, his eyes said. I trust you. I walked over to him and kissed his mouth.
As my lips touched his my cock got hard. I moved closer until I was rubbing against his jeans. His cock was stirring and growing larger too. I kissed him again, harder, encircling his body with my arms.
It was so good to hold him that way, to feel his strength and muscles under my own. My hands moved down and found the edge of his shorts. I grasped his shirt in both hands and lifted it up, up, up, revealing his smooth curved stomach and his beautiful chest. He helped me pull it over his head and looked at me with those eyes again. I saw myself in his eyes and I drowned in them, falling deeper and deeper into their blue, into their light, into their ocean.
I wanted him so badly. So badly. I dropped down to my knees before him. I was worshipping him, I was worshipping at the solemn shrine of desire, of love, of homosexuality, I was worshipping the perfect form of Man. I reached up again and pulled open his shorts, and beneath, the whiteness of his underwear protruded forward from the strength of what lay within. His shorts dropped to the floor.
I moved forward and pressed my face against his underwear, running my chin and cheeks up and down and around, exploring the exquisite curve of his cock through the fabric. Then I reached up one last time and grasped the edges of his underwear. His hands touched my head and his fingers burrowed into my hair, smoothing through it as he stroked my scalp.
I pulled his underwear forward and then down until they rested at his ankles. And his cock stood waiting for me. His eyes were closed and his hands were in my hair. My tongue reached out of my mouth and touched his cockhead. It trembled.
Then my tongue was running up and down, up and down, and then it went in, in, in and he moaned and his hands tightened, grasping handfuls of my hair. I couldn't stand it any longer and grabbed his legs in both of my arms, lifting him up and back, onto the bed. He fell back and rested his head on one of the pillows.
My eyes never leaving his, I pulled off my own shirt and my pants and my cock sprung forth for all to see. I wanted him so badly. I stood there for a minute, completely vulnerable, looking at him. Our cocks were twin curves in the night, two crescent moons. He smiled and I was consumed with want for him.
I moved forward and crawled onto the bed like an animal. I descended on top of Tom and kissed his mouth hard. Hard, hard like my cock, hard like his cock, our cocks rubbing and hitting together against each other. We were kissing and then my hand was down there too and I filled it with him -- I gripped the perfect cylinder of his cock and stroked it up and down, up and down, and he moaned again.
At the sound of his pleasure I felt it was time and with all my strength I gathered him up in my arms and turned him over on his stomach. Smiling contentedly, he rested his head on the pillow and waited. His ass was perfect, so round and firm and beautiful. Trembling, I moved down on the bed so I was kneeling before him. My cock was ready.
With my hands I rubbed him from his neck all the way down, across his shoulder blades, down his back, over his cheeks, down his legs. Then I leaned over very far until I was resting on my hands and knees over him, paralleling his body with my own.
The head of my cock found the entrance to his body, and his cheeks quivered. I stroked myself gently and then with both hands I parted his cheeks until his hole was fully revealed -- and I moved forward and my cockhead was there and then I pushed gently and it was inside and then I pushed and pushed and he moaned.
I could hardly believe it, but it was real.
I was IN I was IN and it slid inside him, filling him, I was inside him and I thought He is mine and now we are together like one and I started to move back and forth inside him. It felt like the most incredible thing ever, to be inside him, to fuck him, it was surely the greatest pleasure there ever was.
I started moving faster and I felt the muscles of his ass constrict as they held me tighter and caused more friction. We moaned together as it felt so good it felt so good it felt so good I never knew anything could feel this good. I started sweating and his body was moving with the strength of my thrusting. When I opened my eyes I saw that his eyes were closed, squeezed tight, and he tightened down below to keep me there.
He wanted me there inside him forever and then his hands were clenching into fists tighter and tighter. Then he started to make little gasping noises as I pumped him, as I reamed him, as I fucked him harder and harder and harder.
Then I was getting close, very close, very close and I fell forward onto Tom and completely covered his body with my own. My hands ran through his hair and he turned his head where his mouth was waiting for me and I stretched forward and our lips were together and we were kissing.
I was pumping harder then and I could feel it coming -- the countdown had started -- 10 9 8 he was moaning and I was moaning and I felt like my cock was a shaft of lightning. 7 6 I was pumping light into him and it was filling him and he was starting to glow. I couldn't deal with how good it felt so good 5 4 it felt so good and then I was gasping as I pumped, reamed and fucked and then 3 2 1 I exploded and as I did I let out a scream of pleasure and utter vulnerability now I was his and I would do anything because the light from inside us was exploding outward and filling the room with brilliance -- I ran out of breath, but the scream continued -- because Tom was screaming with me.