The visit

When I knocked, the door was quickly opened. He stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at me with a lopsided know it all grin that I wasn't sure what to do with. He was handsome enough, a day of stubble, broad shoulders, perhaps ten years older than me. He stepped aside and motioned for me to come in.

"I just got off of work, you showed up a little quicker than I expected. I haven't shaved and showered yet," he said.

"Cool," I say. I know it sounded stupid but it was the only word I could work out of my suddenly dry mouth. I experienced a moment of doubt for the hundredth time in the last hour. I pushed it aside. I've wanted this for far too long to back out now.

"Not much of a talker," he observed.

"Sorry, I'm uh..."

"It's okay," he said, "If you're nervous I get it. If you're not sure about this I won't get mad or anything if you leave. And if you change your mind later you know how to get a hold of me."

"No, I'm sure," I said, making myself believe it as much as him.

"Alright then," he said. Then I heard a short, unmistakable zipping sound and when I looked down I saw the drooping length of his cock poking out of his fly.

I'd seen one other man's penis before in my life but that was just my father and brothers in the shower. But it was nothing like this. There was no intent, no purpose to it. So while it was not the first penis other than my own I had ever seen, it was the only one I'd ever looked at with lust. Any residual doubt melted away as I felt his hand on my shoulder, guiding me gently downward to my knees.

The fantasied picture had been nice but this was nicer. His pubic hair was trimmed but still a manly clump. One long vein ran down the top of the shaft, ending at the silky mushroom head. As I stared, it started to lengthen and stretch, lifting slightly against the pull of gravity.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. He pushed his hips forward until the head just barely touched my upper lip. I could smell his male musk and soap and feel a growing heat come off of it as blood flooded the engorging member.

"Show me."

I open my mouth. Leading with my tongue, I lean forward until I feel the weight of his cock resting on it. I flick once, tasting his flesh and then slid my head further forward, wrapping my lips tight around his shaft. Now he was completely erect, filling my mouth to the point I almost can't handle it. But it was wonderful. A low, throaty, "Uuuuuuummm," escaped me as I pulled my lips back and push forward again. His hand slips down under my chin and he forced my head up slightly so that our gazes met. Then he pulled out of my mouth.

"Stand up," he said and I obeyed.

"Let's go to the bedroom before I blow my load on you right here," he said. I wouldn't have mind if he did but I follow him anyway.

In the bedroom he stepped out of his pants and sat down on the edge of the bed. And I assume my place on my knees between his out stretched legs. My face nuzzled against his hairy nut sack until I started tracing the length of his shaft with my tongue. When I reach the tip I opened my mouth and as the head pierced my lips, swallowed every inch of him I can manage. I taste salty pre-cum and his moans fill the room.

"Work it like a good little cocksucker," he whispered. I cupped his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other, stroking him with my mouth as I jack him off. He pressed his hips forward, arching his back and letting out a deep, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," of pleasure. "That's good."

He pulled me up onto the bed and flipped me over so that I was now under him. His wet cock was pressed against mine and he grounded it into me. He grabbed my legs under my knees and lifted my ass into the air. In a moment of panic I was scared that he was about to fuck me but instead he lowered his head and I felt the very new sensation of a tongue on my asshole. I tensed up but then relaxed. It felt much better than I would have expected.

I closed my eyes and suddenly without warning I felt the warm wetness of his mouth closing over my cock. He swallowed me whole all the way down to my balls where his tongue flicked out and licked gently. I couldn't help the gasp, "Uuuuuuugh," of sheer ecstasy that hissed out of me as he started sucking me off with eager abandon. Without stopping for an instant he started to shift until his hips were at my head and he was laying down on his side. When he rolled me on top of him I knew what to do.

Our hands, our mouths, our cocks, our balls; moaning, thrusting, fucking, sucking. There was nothing but lust and need and that beautiful erection buried in my face. Our cries were muffled but frantic and as I felt my orgasm approaching it increased my pace until at last he exploded in my mouth. A hot stream of cum gushed into me as I unleashed my own into him. We swallow each other's load, every last drop. Even as I felt his pulsing cock shrinking in my mouth I was reluctant to let it go, but I finally did and we both rolled onto our backs.

A long moment of silence and then "Are you sure that was your first time?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," I answered.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Did you like it?"

"What do you think?" I asked.

"We should do this again," he said.

"I'm sure we will."

I swung my legs off of the bed. They were still quivering from the orgasm so I was slow to stand up. Self-conscious now about being naked in front of him, I hurried into the living room and started putting on my clothes. It wasn't until I was done that I look back and saw him standing there, still naked, that lopsided grin back on his face.

"You know how to get a hold of me," he said as I open the door.

"Yeah," I said and head out to my car.



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