The Right Man at the Right Time

The Apartment

On my way home from work on Friday I picked up some beer and stopped by to visit my old roommate Matt. He lived at one of those apartments you live in in your early 20s with a bunch of roommates and as people move out you find a new person to replace them. Matt was the only one left from the time I had lived there but I had met two of the other three guys a few times. No one else was home when I got there so we hung out in his room drinking.

After a few beers the conversation turned to the newest roommate Andrew. Andrew was gay. Matt told me that he had started becoming curious. He asked me if I had ever been with a man.

“No.” I told him. “I mean, I would. I just haven’t. I guess it hasn’t been the right man at the right time yet. What about you?”

“Me either.” He said. “I never thought about it before but I dunno, maybe it’s something about Andrew. I wouldn’t want it to be with him, that would be too weird, with a roommate. It could get weird, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I told him. “Maybe someone else would be better.”

“You’re right,” he said, “I never thought about it with other guys tho, it’s just Andrew has a way about him, when you spend some time with him maybe you’ll see.”

The front door slammed and Tony, one of his roommates, climbed the stairs calling out that he had had a bad week at work and wanted to get drunk so we went out to join him. The other two roommates, Joe and Andrew, came home a short time later, one with a fifth of rum, and soon we had a little party going.

My earlier conversation with Matt got me looking closer at Andrew. He was a little taller than me, about 6’ or so to my 5’10”. He was fit if not as muscular as me. I was a jock in high school and had been working in carpentry since then so I had a rather nice build. He kept his black hair cut short and he had dark brown eyes. He was charming to talk to and I found myself at ease around him. I could see why Matt would be curious about having sex with him.

We all talked and argued and teased each other the way young men do. Eventually as things were slowing down we decided to go to this hot tub I knew. A friend of mine had a hot tub in his back yard. It was private but he let people he knew use it even if he wasn’t around. The hot tub was a bit of a drive away and the others had things they needed to do in the morning so in the end only Andrew and I went to the tub.

The Hot Tub

A tall fence screened the backyard from the neighbors’ view so people could use the hot tub nude. There was a small lawn and several low wooden platforms with backless benches for people to sit or lie on after soaking. Bushes between the various areas allowed people partial privacy.

It was dark when we got there but we could hear the quiet whispers of some people resting on one of the platforms. The water temperature was kept very high and you could only stay in for five or ten minutes before you needed to get out and cool down. While we sat on a bench cooling off the other couple got in the tub for a while then after they got out we went in again. The etiquette of this place was that you allowed people space to enjoy it in peace.

By the time we got in for a second round of soaking my eyes had adjusted to the dark and the dim bulb over the tub was enough for me to see Andrew’s body as he sat on the side of the tub easing his way in. He was slim with toned muscles from working out regularly. He wasn’t as hairy as me but he had a good amount of chest hair and a trail leading down his belly to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. His balls hung down and the way his penis draped over them promised that it would be long and slim like he was when erect.

After a few rounds of soaking and cooling Andrew offered me a shoulder rub. I straddled the bench facing away from him and he straddled the bench behind me, his knees barely touching the outsides of my thighs. He massaged my shoulders, working his way slowly down my back then back up again. He massaged my shoulders some more then my upper arms.

I was still a little drunk and very relaxed from the tub and the massage. “Mmm” I said as he began rubbing my chest. I knew where he was going with this and started getting aroused. He kneaded my pecs then worked his way down my stomach. When he got to my lower belly he kept his hands toward the outside, avoiding my pubic area, teasing me or maybe not quite sure that I was fully seduced yet, cautious because he knew I had never been with a man before.

As he massaged my upper thighs he leaned forward just enough for me to feel his chest hair brush against my back. My whole body was tingling from the hot water and cool air and hypersensitive to his every touch. My penis throbbed and pointed toward the sky.

He ran his fingers up my inner thighs to my groin, cupping my balls with one hand as he stroked my dick with the other. His hands felt so good, so skillful, so familiar. He touched me the way I touched myself, the way he touched himself. I leaned back against his chest relaxing into the pleasure of him cradling me in his arms as he fondled my groin and stroked my hard-on.

A small noise reminded me that there were other people here. We were deep in shadow so they wouldn’t have been able to see anything other than silhouettes of us but we weren’t supposed to have sex here, according to the etiquette of the place.

“We need to go out to the van.” I whispered.

The Van

I pulled open the side door of my beat up old van and climbed in. I was using it as my carpentry work truck but a previous owner had converted it into a camper and there were still some cabinets, a couch in back, a rug on the floor.

I sat on the couch leaving room next to me for Andrew but he jumped right on top of me instead, kissing me eagerly, forcefully, lustfully. I met his kisses and hugged him tight as he ground his crotch against mine.

He pulled my shirt off and undid my pants. I kicked my shoes off and let him strip me then I watched as he stripped too. His long lovely penis pointed straight at me.

He climbed back on top of me and I hugged him tightly with my arms and legs as we kissed passionately. I could feel the urgency of his lust as we ground our naked bodies together, our hard cocks rubbing against each other squished between our bellies. I had never felt that before, never felt any other man’s cock, never felt another man’s lust, raw, undisguised, directed at me, wanting urgently to use me to satisfy his lust, a lust that matched and overpowered my own. I was amazed at how good it felt, how I wanted to feel more, so much more!

Andrew kissed his way down my belly to my crotch. He played with my balls and sucked on my dick then kissed his way back up. This time instead of rubbing his cock against mine he let it hang down so his head nudged the underside of my balls. We kissed and rubbed our bodies together, more of a rocking motion than grinding. I rocked my hips up and he slid his cockhead down, probing along my bottom until his hard tip found the soft divot of my anus. He pressed gently, I don’t think he was trying to push his way in so much as to make clear that this is what he wanted, to push his cock inside me, to make sure I wanted it too. And I did! I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more!

Andrew kissed his way back down, sucked on my dick some more, licked my balls then went even deeper. I didn’t know what he was doing at first, no one had ever licked me down so far. It felt good tho, everything he did to me felt so good. I just wanted more. He kissed and licked my ass until my sphincter began to relax, drawing a moan from me as I felt his tongue slide up inside me.

Once he had me loosened and lubricated he came back up and kissed me as he rested the tip of his cock against my wet entrance. Pressing gently, rocking slowly, being extra careful with my virgin hole, he felt for when my body was ready to yield to him, then pushing just a little harder, forcing a whimper from me, his fat head wedged me open. He gave me a second to adjust then slowly, little by little worked his manhood all the way inside me. I clutched him tight when he reached full depth, needing to stop for a moment while I got used to the feeling of being stretched so wide, filled so deep, penetrated so fully by another man.

Andrew was patient, gentle, sensitive to when I was ready for more, skillful at coaxing my body to respond. After just a brief pause he began fucking me for real. With gradually longer and faster strokes he built up to giving my ass a good hard pounding. I moaned and whimpered and hissed, “yesss!!!” almost constantly.

He slowed to a stop after a while and I whimpered as he pulled his cock out of me. I was spun, my mind completely blank, I had no thoughts, all I knew was that I felt so empty, wanted his cock back inside me so badly!

My whimpers changed to moans when he began sucking my dick. I still wanted his cock in me but his mouth felt so good! I couldn’t take it. My jizz sprayed onto his tongue, my head spinning, drunk from pleasure.

He climbed back on top of me and continued pounding my ass as I moaned for more. I lost all sense of time but eventually he got off me.

“Turn over.” he said.

I looked up dumbly, taking a second to understand, then I knelt over the couch.

“No, over here.” He guided me onto the floor face down.

He rode me like that while I moaned and bucked meeting each thrust, trying to take him in deeper as he pounded me harder and harder, driving my hips down against the floor until he finally pumped his cum deep into my ass.

He lay on top of me and I turned to kiss him over my shoulder until he was ready to let his softening cock slide out of my satisfied hole.