My first sucking a dick was a forgettable experience. It was marginally satisfying but the lack of excitement and my own nervousness dampened my arousal level. In fact, it was almost a year before I did anything else with another guy.
I don't remember what incentivized me to get back on another gay hookup size but one night, I found myself logging back in. I looked through some of my old messages and browsed some of the online profiles.
"It's been a while since you logged in.", I read the message then looked at the profile. It was someone I had chatted with for a while but gave up because we never could successfully meet up. I replied that I had a lot of stuff going on recently. He told me his schedule was much more open now and that he would still like to meet up sometime. I told him I was free the following Tuesday and we agreed to meet at his house.
That following Tuesday, I was very nervous about meeting up. His dick pictures had some excited me but caused me concern at same time. He was very large (eight inches with almost the girth of a soda can) and I wasn't sure that I would be able to take him.
When he opened the door, I was pleased to see that he matched his photos. He was dark skinned, muscular, and was exactly the type I hadn't realized I preferred until that exact moment. I could just imagine the stamina that he would have fucking me.
After I stepped in, I had a sudden rush of anxiety and started shivering a bit. He asked me what was word and I was honest about my reservations and my excitement.
He suggested a hot shower would do a lot to settle my nerves. As I followed him to the shower, he stated he has another idea first. We sat in the living room and he started rolling a joint. I quietly watched him as he prepared it He lit it, took a puff, and handed it to me. I'm a bit of a weed lightweight and I was high after just a few puffs.
We finished it off and I followed him to the shower. I getting more aroused by the minute thinking about what would be happening soon. As soon as he turned on the water, I immediately got on my knees in front of him. He placed his hand on my head and guided me towards him. I really couldn't take much more than the head in my mouth. I started licking his shaft while jerking him.
As the hot water hit me in the back, I became increasingly comfortable and all my nervousness left. I started attempting to get him as far as I could down my throat. I finally managed to get the head in and slowed down. I wanted to enjoy this.
After a little while, we got out and went to his bedroom. He sat down in a chair in the middle of the room. He told me I was going to take him at my speed. He put on a condom and I lubed him up. I faced away from and gradually lowered myself onto his BBC. It hurt but I was determined to fulfill my fantasy.
I reapplied lube several times as I became accustomed to his size. Eventually, I was sliding on him somewhat easily and he told me to change positions. He gave me a hit of a popper as I got into the doggy style position. He slide all the way in on the first thrust. My stomach clenched as he stroked so deep inside of me. He began fucking me hard as he gripped my ass hard enough to leave red handprints.
This went on for at least twenty minutes with me in a constant state of pleasure and pain. Suddenly he began to slam my ass even harder than before. He thrust into as deep as he could, and gripped my ass hard as he filled the condom up. I felt relief and loss as he pulled out.
"So why a Tuesday?", his question startled me back to reality as I was still bent over recovering. I replied that I figured that even if the night had gone badly, I could look forward to watching Sons of Anarchy on television. He laughed so hard and said he hoped that he was better than SOA. I jokingly told him it was a toss up because I loved that show (I know this dates me. I've been enjoying cock for while). He told me that he enjoyed the shower as well. This turned into a weekly meet up for roughly three years. Pizza, weed, SOA, and BBC became my Tuesday routine.
