The Full Experience

My name is Chase. I am 21 years old, five foot ten, 170 pounds, average build, short brown hair. Nothing overly special about me. I am just a regular young guy. This is the story of coming to terms with my sexuality and meeting and living out my ultimate fantasy with the most amazing guy, Corey. Here is a picture of us for visual aid:

In my late teens I had come to the realization that women weren't for me. I had dated a few but never did anything more than kissing. By the time I was 21 I had been single over a year and had discovered the world of gay porn on the internet. What always got my attention and made my balls tingle with desire and anticipation were scenes of domination and submission, and even more than that, CMNM. Those young men in those videos looked kind of like me. I had always been a little awkward, very shy and very modest. The mere thought of being completely naked in front of a clothed man who was in complete control of me never failed to raise my cock to full attention. The thought of being exposed, submissive and taking a cock in both ends was so intoxicating I couldn't stand it sometimes. I had masturbated more times than I could count to that. It was my fantasy and I knew, eventually, it would have to become reality. Something I didn't see in those videos but always imagined for myself was finding a man who not only would want to live out my fantasy with me, but also get to know me and become a friend, maybe eventually a boyfriend. What better way to do all the firsts with another guy and lose my virginity than integrating that into my fantasy?

My story begins in mid April. As the weather warmed up, so did my desires to live out my fantasy. I decided to make a profile on a gay dating app. Initially I was disappointed by the men nearby. There was no shortage of "horny bottom," "send dick pic," or "just looking to fuck." I began thinking I had made a mistake and I would never actually get to do what I set out to do.

Then there he was. I was immediately drawn to his crooked half smile. His dark eyes. His devilish good looking face. His hairy upper chest I could see in his profile picture. His name was Corey. According to his profile, he was 32 years old, six foot three, 225 pounds, top, and he was "looking for something more serious but not opposed to fun along the way." Even better, he was only fifteen miles away. I was instantly fascinated with him. He seemed like just the type of guy I wanted to get to know and give myself up to in the way I had fantasized so much about. My mind was telling me someone as handsome and sexy as he was would never be interested in me, but I managed to type out a somewhat pathetic "Hey, how are you?" I sat there with my heart pounding, staring at my phone with the unsent message on the screen. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I took a deep breath and hit the send button. I did it. I took that first step and messaged this guy. My heart and mind were racing thinking about what I had just done. It was just a few seconds later he responded saying he was doing well and asked how I was. I didn't have a picture of myself posted and he asked for one. I wasn't even expecting a response but I nervously searched for a picture my cousin had taken a few weeks earlier. I was smiling in it and wearing a red shirt and brown jacket with a lake view in the background. My mind once again began filling me with doubt, but he almost instantly replied with "Wow, you're a cutie!" He actually thought I was cute! I was in a state of shock and disbelief. We spent the next few hours chatting on and off while we were both at work. We had a lot of common interests. He had such a sense of humor I found myself laughing out loud several times. He finally asked me what I was looking for on the dating app. I nervously admitted I wanted to meet someone new, get to know them, and maybe eventually live out a fantasy. I didn't go into details and he was cool with that. He said I could tell him as I got comfortable with him. I couldn't believe how cool and understanding he was. Every other guy just wanted sex. Corey, on the other hand, was talking to me like a real person. He never pressured me into giving up any nude pictures, he never sent any either, and actually wanted to talk and get to know me, just as I did him. He wanted me to be comfortable with him. He had no idea what I had in mind and was still acting like a gentleman. Eventually, though, came the message from him that would be the next step.

"Would you want to meet in person?"

Whoa! Up to now it had all been a somewhat anonymous fantasy, but he wanted to meet me. In person! My stomach was in knots with nervousness and butterflies but I replied that I would love to meet him. The next day was Saturday so we decided to meet for lunch at a restaurant by the park halfway between my house and his. Despite all my nerves I told myself I was going to go and I was not going to back out. All that night I couldn't get Corey out of my mind. Would he really be like I imagined him to be? Would he feel the same about me? Would I wind up turning him off?

The next day came and I was nervous but ready to go meet this amazing guy. I dressed casually in cargo shorts, a graphic tee and high top tennis shoes and drove to the restaurant we agreed to meet at. I parked my old Honda next to a red Jeep I would later learn was Corey's. I looked out the windshield and there he stood by the door. He was striking. He was tall, built, somewhat sun tanned, brown spiky hair and a goatee, small black gauge ear piercings, muscled but not toned, wearing jeans, boots plain black tee and sunglasses. I felt a rush of lust wash over me. He was so handsome, so sexy, so gorgeous. My cock instantly perked up. I pushed it down and nervously got out of the car and walked up to him.

"Well hey there," he said. "I'm Corey."

I smiled, knowing I was blushing and said "nice to meet you, I'm Chase."

We walked in, got our table, and continued talking like we had online the day before. With his sunglasses off I could see his dark brown eyes. They seemed to cut right through me. I loved that. Everything from his hair, his handsome face, the small black gauges in his pierced ears, the tattoo sneaking down his left arm from under his shirt fascinated me. I couldn't look away. Nothing else in the world mattered to me. I liked Corey instantly. I knew right then he was the one. He was gorgeous, he was kind, he was funny, he was everything. My anxieties faded as time went on. It felt like being in a dream being there with him. He knew I had some kind of fantasy but never asked. He wouldn't have put me on the spot like that. After we had eaten, he picked up the check and we walked over to the park to continue having our conversations. I don't remember specifics, but suffice to say everything grew my interest in him and made me more comfortable. After a stroll around the park he asked me if I would like to do it again. My eyes lit up as a smile came over my face as I said yes. We exchanged phone numbers. He opened my car door for me and his hand brushed my arm as I went to get in. Our eyes locked and I could tell he was as interested in me as I was in him. He looked down and smiled and told me to drive safe and he would talk to me soon.

Later that afternoon I texted Corey and thanked him for the date. I had actually had my first date with a guy and I loved it! He texted back quickly and told me he had a great time and he definitely wanted to spend more time with me. He had no idea just how much time I wanted to spend with him. Having met him, my fantasy flashed so strongly through my mind with him as the one I submitted to and gave my virginity to. Hell, he would even be the first guy I kissed if I had my way about it. I remembered how it felt when his hand brushed my arm and wanted to know how it felt having his beautiful manly hands touching every inch of my naked body. I wanted to be completely naked for him and submit to his every command. Maybe even for hours, me naked and him clothed. I wanted to be completely exposed to him so he could explore my body and use it how he pleased. I had never sucked a cock before but I felt a strong yearning to suck his. I wanted to pleasure him despite never having done so before. I wanted him to be the first to penetrate my tight virgin ass and fuck me until he was totally satisfied. I wanted him more than anything. My cock was on the verge of busting out of my underwear. He must have somehow known because the next text brought all the nerves and anxiety back.

"So I gotta know, what's this fantasy you haven't told me about? You don't have to tell me if you don't want but I really do want to know."

How did he know I was thinking about it? Could he tell I really liked him and wanted him? My mind was racing and my heart pounding as I typed out a brief summary of my fantasy. "Well, I've never been with a guy at all, but I want to try some CMNM and dom/sub stuff." I sent the text and waited for his reply.

"Wow..." he replied.

I felt so humiliated and ashamed. That reply told me he thought it was weird and I was weird and he wouldn't want to see me again. Until his next text:

"I really like you, Chase. I know that took some balls to tell me that after just meeting me. Forgive me if this is too forward, but I would love it if I could be the one you do that with."

My heart began beating hard in my throat. I was literally shaking with fear and joy simultaneously. He wanted to let me live out my fantasy with him! I closed out my texts and reopened them just to make sure I wasn't dreaming the whole thing. For the first time it seemed like my fantasy would actually come true. I replied back "You mean it? I would love that too."

His next text is the one I will never forget: "My place, tonight around 8?"