The First Blow Job

I seem to have an affinity for First Time Experiences. I hope you enjoy Sam's new experience. I enjoyed writing it. Please leave me a comment to let me know what you think and vote for this and all stories. Your responses help encourage all of the authors here to entertain you with our imaginations. Thank you again for your emails.

~Aiden

“Shit, he seen me!” Sam thought to himself as he looked away shyly.  

Feeling his temperature rise and his face flush with embarrassment, he stared down at the Peanut M&Ms on the shelf. Only seconds before that, he had been mesmerized by a man standing in the next check out lane. Sam felt as if the man was staring right through the top of his head and about to say something.

The man's eyes were captivating. They were so soft and brown and they contrasted perfectly with the white areas around them and his smooth ebony complexion. The looked like someone you would watch on a TV screen and lust over in the privacy of your living room.

As the person at the head of the line moved along into his day, it was Sam's turn to unload his cart onto the belt. A twelve pack of Budweiser, a DiGiorno's frozen pizza and a few other things later, the belt was moving towards the cashier. Sam looked slightly over his left shoulder trying not to be noticed, but wanting just one more glance at the man in the next aisle.

He got is wish only to find the man looking back and him and quickly look away. Again, Sam's face felt warm. This time though, he himself fought the urge to look away. He took a couple seconds to take in the man's smooth shaved head, strong check bones and his six foot frame. He was wearing a pretty tight white T shirt, so Sam was able to notice the toned shape of his upper body. “Damn,” he thought, as he cussed the candy rack for being in the way of the rest of his view.

Soon Sam was paying the cashier and heading off into his day, just like the first person in line. He was walking out of the store and across the parking lot to his beat up pick up truck. The divorce didn't leave him with much, but at least he got his truck. Sam had been married for 17 years. He had a couple kids, a good job and was healthy and happy. Until his wife told him about her secret relationship with his friend. 

He was a good looking guy, about five foot ten with an average build, but was lacking in the confidence department. It had been a rough year on him, so he was floored when the man that he had just been caught looking at approached him at his truck. 

“Hey, my name is Devin.” the could be movie star said as he neared and thrust his hand out ready to greet Sam.

“Sam.” was his shaky reply.

Sam was taking the few bags from the cart and placing them in the bed of his truck when he stopped and took the man's hand. He glanced over at Devin's cart and noticed the twelve pack of Bud that he had just purchased as well, so in an attempt to break the awkward feeling he complimented Devin on his choice of drink.

“I know, right?” Devin asked in a guilty kind of way. “And it's only Tuesday!”

The men laughed for a few uncomfortable seconds when Devin handed Sam a piece of paper. “Man, call me some time, we will go grab a drink. I know this place just outta town. The jukebox is always playing and it's kinda homey.”

Floored for the second time in only a few minutes Sam took the paper and stuffed it in his front pocket. “Sounds good, I work a lot so I will letcha know.” 

After an uncomfortable parting of ways, Sam loaded himself up in his old Ford. He watched Devin cross the parking lot from his rear view mirror. He liked the rest of what he got to see as much as his prior observations. But what the hell? Sam's mind was flying through thoughts. Was that man trying to pick him up? Could he see that Sam himself needed a friend? Sam wasn't gay. He didn't think. But he had always been unable to notice men. Even in the porn he and his now ex-wife used to watch, he found himself wanting to look at the men too. He fired up the truck, pulled out of his spot and drove off with his mind racing as fast as he was driving.

A few weeks later Sam was sitting on the couch watching a show he wasn't really into. Bored out of his mind, he needed to get out of the house for a bit. He thought about Devin. Getting up off of the couch he went to his room to look for the receipt with Devin's phone number on it. Moving stuff around on his cluttered dresser, he discovered the piece of paper laying under a stack of unpaid bills. 

Making a mental note to take care of those in the tomorrow, he wondered back out to the living room and picked up his phone. He went back and forth on whether to call or not several times until he had himself convinced that it was the right thing to do. After all, most of his friends were mutual with the ex-wife and had distanced themselves during the break up and divorce. He needed to make new friends.

After dialing the digits and hitting send he waited for the phone to ring. Ring, ring, ring and on the forth ring the phone went to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Sam. We met at Kroger a couple weeks back. Give me a call when you ge...”

His phone started taking an incoming call in the middle of his message. He pulled the phone from his ear to see the display. It was the number he had just dialed. Selecting to end the first call and accept the second call, “This is Sam.”

“Hey Sam, Devin.” the voice on the other side responded. “I'm glad you called.”

They made plans to meet at the spot Devin had mentioned that afternoon in the parking lot and Sam got directions. Sam got himself ready and headed to The Office. The Office was a little kind of run down pub just outside of town as Devin had said, literally just outside of town. The Town Limits sign was at the edge of the gravel parking lot. Pulling up to the seemingly empty bar, there was only one other car in the lot. He sat there for a few minutes hoping someone else would pull in.

After a short time, he decided to go in and get himself a drink. He felt uncomfortable anyway and a drink might take the edge off. As he approached the door, he had thoughts of turning around and going back home. He reluctantly entered anyway.

The bar was dark, barely lit. He heard a song coming from the jukebox, AC/DC Highway To Hell. “How appropriate” he thought.

Inside there were a couple pool tables with dim lights hanging above them, a small tiled area he assumed was a dance floor that was surrounded by tables and chairs and a bar with stools that ran along the back wall. He noticed that there was no one behind the bar as he approached and took a stool near the corner. From a door behind the bar, he heard a voice yell out. “Be right there!”

As a shadow filed the door the voice called out, “Whatcha drinkin?” As Devin broke the plane. “Oh, hey! Good to see you and welcome to The Office!”

Instinctively bringing two bottles of Budweiser, Devin walked over and leaned on the opposite side of the bar from Sam. They talked a little about their meeting at Kroger, about how Devin bought the place a few years ago. The small talk was way more comfortable that their initial conversation was. 

“Is this place always this empty” Sam asked, thinking it sounded more offensive out loud than it did in his mind, and quickly apologizing for his bluntness.

“Nah, well, it is in the evenings during the week. I have a strong lunch crowd from the dealerships across the street and some of the other businesses around. And the weekends are pretty good. I usually close up around ten during the week.”

Taking a mental note that it was Thursday and looking up at the clock to see it was nearly eight o'clock Sam finished the last of his beer and slid it towards the edge of the bar. Acknowledging the empty bottle, the bar keeper walked a few paces and grabbed another from the cooler under the bar. “Let me get a shot of bourbon too please?”

Walking to the liquor shelf, Devin asked what he liked and Sam told him Jack Daniels. With a fresh beer and a shot in front of him, they went back into conversation. For some reason, Sam felt unusually comfortable talking got chatty about his break up and recent divorce. After laying out all of his drama on the bar, Devin seemed openly concerned and offered words of encouragement and told him of that he was on the right track to moving on. Then he shared stories of his own heartbreak and bad relationships. 

“Wow” Sam said surprised. “You seem too young to have gone through so much.”

Devin admitted he was thirty years old when he bought the bar three years ago and hasn't had much time for relationships since then. Looking up at the clock, Sam noticed it was already after nine and his spot at the bar would have to be given up in less than an hour so he ordered up another beer and shot. Taking the shot quickly he nursed his beer slowly and dove back into conversation. He was more amazed at how comfortable he felt. Maybe it was the booze he thought to himself, but didn't mind either way.

As the last few minutes came, Devin brought another round and let Sam know this one was on him. As Devin started busying himself with closing thoughts Sam was surprised to find himself thinking that he would like to be on him as well. He then felt a little flush for his perverted thought. He had never been with a man and wouldn't even know what to do, or that he even wanted to. “Damn the liquid courage!” he said quietly. But not quietly enough because Devin heard him from down the bar a dozen feet or so.

“What was that?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, ah, nothing. I was just realizing how drunk I got sitting here.” he answered.

Nodding to let Sam know he heard him, Devin went to the door, locked it and turned off the outside lights. “You don't have to go yet, I will be another half hour or so cleaning up and shutting down.”

Feeling a bit apprehensive, he let Devin know he appreciated the opportunity to sober up a little before driving home and asked for a water.

As his water arrived, he was feeling unusually bold and made a comment about how attractive he thought Devin's eyes were. Again, he felt his face warm up and knew it had to have showed but Devin took the comment in stride and just thanked him for the compliment. 

Pulling up a stool next to Sam, Devin sat down and faced him. Smiling genuinely, he looked at Sam and said, “I am so glad you came in tonight. I thought you probably just threw my number away.”

“I thought about it, but something made me keep it. I am glad I did.” Sam replied through slurry words and he reached out to hug his new friend.

The embrace was returned and that felt very inviting but yet very foreign to Sam. Here he was, sitting in a dark and closed bar feeling very comfortable in another man's arms. He felt something warm touch his neck and he knew it was Devin's lips. He tensed up slightly for a few seconds but it felt good as he relaxed back into the embrace. 

Devin was the first to break the hug as he pulled away looking into the other man's eyes once again. This time, he made the next move. He moved into Sam's lips and lightly brushed them. The shock came when he felt the kiss reciprocated by Sam. Within seconds they were lip locked and their tongues were doing an old familiar lover's dance.

Sam moved his hands from around Devin's back and slid them to his waist as he got up from the bar stool to face him. Devin matched his movements and the two men stood chest to chest barely breaking their kiss. After a few minutes passed in what seemed like seconds, Sam pulled away and looked at Devin. He had a desire, a fantasy and he was about to ask Devin's permission to fulfill it and liquid courage was driving the cart when their lips came together again.

The kiss was as soft and passionate as any kiss Sam had experienced with women. And it lit a fire in him just that same as kissing women. As he was pulled in tighter to Devin, the proof was making itself evident by the hardness he felt pushing against Devin's leg as he involuntarily reached down to feel Devin's package through his jeans.

It all felt so natural, yet holding touching a penis, even through denim was extremely new to him. Devin on the other hand, seemed like he had been here before. Maybe that's what he needed. He knew he wanted to explore this, and now he had someone he was attracted to, someone he felt comfortable around. He decided to give himself over to whatever this was and follow this path to it's end.

With that decision made, he let his hand start rubbing his new friend's bulging jeans. Devin allowed him to his actions at his pace and just kept his lips continue animating the top side of the situation. 

Sam lifted his hands slightly and found a belt buckle. Clumsily, he started to try to unfasten it. Struggling, he admitted defeat and pulled his mouth away from Devin's soft lips to put his own eyes on his current project. Finally he successfully released the belt from interference and reached for the button at the top seam of those jeans and helped it separate the two sides of Devin's pants. From here, he felt confident in his ability to refocus on the kiss.

Still fumbling a little, he got Devin's zipper lowered as far as it would go and sheepishly slid his finger tips into he waist band of the bar owner's boxers. For the first time in his life, he was touching another man's slab and he liked it. 

Devin opened his eyes without stopping the kiss and watched Sam's closed eyes for several seconds until he opened his own eyes. Sam melted inside as he looked into Devin's big and warm brown eyes. It was a confirmation that each man was good with the direction this night had headed.

Moving his fingers from Devin's cock, he reached the back of Devin's pants and tugged them lower allowing his first contact with his ass. Using the backs of his hands to lower the covering from Devin's lower half had allowed Sam to glide his hands over the smooth and round ass that was now in his hands as the pants came down over the near perfect bubble.

This action allowed full exposure to Devin's erect manhood as it snuck out of it's hiding place within Devin's pants and gave his rod the chance to finally stand up at full attention. Sam stopped his kiss and looked down upon the long and thick uncut shaft. He had seen some like in in the videos he watched, but now he was about to wrap his own hand around it.

Firmly, he reached for and held onto Devin's hard cock. It was thick and so smooth. The head was partially hidden by the foreskin so Sam moved his hand down to it's base showing off a perfectly shaped mushroom at the tip. He felt like his heart was going to explode it was pumping so hard as he lowered himself to his knees.

Face to cock level, Sam looked up at Devin who had his eyes closed and face tilted towards the drop ceiling above him. He pulled the hard cock more horizontal as he moved his lips closer and lightly brushed his lips to it's top. The aroma was intoxicating. The smell of soap with a strange new scent of man invaded his nose and his mind while he was opening his lips and wrapping them around that mushroom head.

He had a cock in his mouth and it was beyond belief as of just a few hours ago. He had a cock in his mouth and it felt right to him as he took more of it inside his mouth. As he reached the back of his mouth he felt a reflex to gag and it took his breath. He had to withdraw this wonderful thing from his lips to breath. Continuing to stroke Devin's pole, he caught his breath and went back for more. This was amazing to Sam.

It was also amazing for Devin who was moaning very noticeably at this point and that was driving Sam's desire to continue. Using his hand in an opposite motion as his mouth he started stroking the part of Devin's cock that he couldn't comfortably fit in his mouth while his unused hand reached back and cupped Devin's ass cheeks. 

Devin started moving his hips into Sam's face and his breathing got faster and louder as they moved in a synchronicity that drove them both wild. Until Sam noticed Devin holding his breath. Sam knew what was coming but had no idea what to expect as the shaft in his mouth swelled and began to throb.

The first shot of cum that hit Sam's throat almost choked him. It was thick and salty. He was still trying to decide what to do with it and if he liked it as the second shot hit his throat. He needed to swallow Devin's seed so he tried. About the same time he flexed his throat muscle to swallow this salty juice, Devin's cock hit the back of his throat again causing him to cough.

When his cough came up, it caused a little bit of cum to slip past his lip and slowly run down the corner of his mouth as the third, forth and a slight fifth shot of cum spilled from the slit at the tip of Devin's cock. Adding just a little vacuum to his mouth he began to literally suck the remaining liquid from the softening shaft in his mouth. Still holding back a few urges to cough Sam took his mouth off of Devin and leaned back and looked up at his partner and back down at his now very flaccid muscle in a sort of satisfied disbelief that he just made a man cum...in his mouth.

Devin pulled him up and looked into his blue eyes as he wiped the spilled cum from Sam's mouth with his thumb. “Are you ok? He inquired curiously.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Sam stated matter of factly. “I just did that.”

“Yes you did. You Sir, are a natural.” Devin complimented the efforts that Sam just put into his new experience. They stood there for a few seconds when Devin asked if he wanted a Coke to wash the taste out of his mouth and he did. So Devin pulled his pants up and fastened his button and left his zipper down and his belt loose and made his way back behind the bar.

Taking the styrofoam cup from Devin, Sam took a long drink nearly emptying the cup right away and wiped his mouth.

“I really should get going.” Sam admitted. “Thank you for this. I enjoyed it. Really!” he added.

“Yeah, I need to get out of here too. It's late and I have an early morning.” Devin replied. “I enjoyed it too. Will I see you again?”

“Yes. I think you will.” Sam responded as he made his way to the door.

Devin followed him and unlocked the door to let Sam out. As Sam started to walk through the exit Devin reached out and grabbed his arm. Spinning him around so they were facing each other once again Devin leaned in and kissed Sam one more time. “Seriously, I want to see you again. I am here Tuesday through Saturday, you have my number. Call me. And please, text me when you get home.”

“I will. And thank you again for tonight.” he said as he walked out the door. “I think it was just what I needed.

As he made his way to his old Ford, Sam smiled into the night. He got in, started his old faithful pick up and started out of the parking lot. As he drove through town and headed home he replayed the events of the night. “Yeah, I think it was just what I needed.” he whispered to himself.

Pulling into his driveway, he turned his truck off and reached for his phone he searched for Devin's number in his call log and typed:

“I am home, safe and sound. Thank you again. I will talk to you soon.”

He went inside.