My name is Paul, the only child of conservative, overbearing parents, I subsequently knew little about the flesh. Yes, I masturbated, like all guys, and I had enjoyed seeing my school pals in the showers, but they never turned me on, if that's the right phrase. I'd never seen a naked woman, so had no idea if I was gay, straight or asexual. I'm 5'11" and pretty normal, nothing to make me stand out.
When I was 19, both parents were sadly killed in a car crash. Luckily, their life insurance covered the funeral costs and left a tidy sum for me. I had to search through their address book to let a few relatives know about the crash, and when the cremation would be. Even then, the chapel was almost empty, our neighbours and an auntie I had never met. Thirty minutes later, I headed to the pub. Having got over the initial shock and grief, I began to realise I was now a free man without the shackles of being tied to my parent's apron strings. I was also the proud owner of a three bedroom bungalow. After a couple of beers, I returned home. Looking around the house, it was clear the decorations and furnishings reflected their views. Over the next few months I had a mass clear out and brought the bungalow up to date. There was only one problem, I was lonely. I worked alone and came home to an empty house. My parents had ensured I had no friends. This was before the days of social media and the internet. I ate crap food and put on weight. It was only when my trousers became too tight, and I couldn't do the top button of my shirts up, that I decided to do something about it.
I didn't fancy joining a gym, I would be embarrassed comparing my body to the fitties, so I started swimming, just a few lengths to start with, late in the evening when there were few others around. As my stamina improved, I swam more and more, and the pounds dropped off. Now in better shape, I joined the gym, only doing cardio and keeping out the way of muscle Marys.
It was at the swimming pool that I met Simon, the same age and height as me, the only difference was he had a swimmer's build, broad shoulders, tapering into a slim waist. A pair of tight, white speedos framed his buns, I was podgy. Simon encouraged me, swimming slowly alongside me, After a few lengths we sat on the side. He put his arm around my shoulder, complimenting my progress. A tingle went up my spine, and for the first time in my life, someone else made my dick stir. I hoped he hadn't noticed, but he moved his arm down to my waist and my trunks tented. What happened next shocked me, he kissed me on the cheek. He had me completely at his mercy. I turned to try to tell him no, but our lips met. His hand moved down to my shorts and gripped my hardness. I looked down. His cock had popped above the waistband, the first time I'd seen another erection in the flesh. He kissed me again and this time our lips parted and his tongue wormed its way in. "C'mon, let's get changed". It snapped me out of my trance. He took me by the hand and led me to the showers. We stripped out of our swimwear, and under the cascading water, we kissed and rubbed our bodies together. I couldn't help it, I came, my semen running down his legs and away with the water. Simon just laughed and squeezed the last drips from the end. We dried, dressed and left, arranging to meet again Friday evening.
Back home, I lay on my bed and ran the evening's proceedings through my head. The image of his beautiful body flashed through my brain, and I found myself wanking again. Whatever my sexuality, I didn't care, I'd had my first sexual experience, and wanted more. I couldn't wait till Friday.
Simon had bright red speedos, more cut away than the white ones. They barely held his package. I tried to avert my eyes and headed to the water. Again we swam alongside each other and he taught me to tumble turn, then, standing in the shallow end, we kissed, grinding our hips together. The life guard told us off, with a grin. We swam for an hour, and went to the showers. Having dried ourselves, Simon kissed his way down my body, sucking my nipples, and on down to my erection. He cradled my balls and licked my shaft. I gripped his head as he swallowed me. I had never felt sensations like it, he bobbed up and down, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Minutes later, my semen slid down his throat. He stood and we kissed, passing my cum into me. I felt obliged to reciprocate, kneeling to suck my first cock. It was a struggle to begin as I gagged, but soon found my rhythm, tossing the base and slurping. His legs buckled and he filled my mouth with spunk. It tasted similar to mine, maybe a little thicker. With the weekend off, I invited him home.
We stopped at his place to pick up an overnight bag, and went home. My first company since my parents died. Being new ground for me, I let him take the lead, though it was strange starting with clothes on. We kissed and cuddled on the sofa. Slowly, he undressed both himself and me until we were naked once more. Between kisses, he asked me if I wanted to take it further, but for now, I was happy with mutual masturbation and oral. He didn't force the issue. Naked, we fell onto the carpet and I found myself in a sixty nine. When he ran his tongue up my crack, I almost gave in. He found my hole, making me groan. How long could I last? He fingered me and a digit slipped inside and began finger fucking. He hit my prostate and that was it, I blew a huge load. Exhausted, I couldn't reciprocate, so watched as he jerked. Spunk landed on his chest and I licked him clean. We stayed naked and opened a bottle of wine. At 10pm we settled for an early night. We spooned, and I slept better than I had in a long time. Saturday morning, and I woke to the smell of coffee and a nude Simon tidying. Having showered and had breakfast, we went back to bed. This time I was more assertive, pinning him down, and kissing down his body, the way he had mine the night before. I left his cock alone and turned him over. I kissed and licked down his spine. He sighed and opened his legs slightly. I licked the back of his scrotum, and then up to his hole. After slobbering and getting it wet, I finger fucked him with one, then two fingers. I don't know why I did, but I positioned myself above him and my penis slipped inside. "Go for it!" he cried. Nature took over. I didn't last long, and bred him. I rolled off, he turned over, and I sucked him dry.
