"I've had my share of gay lovers, but there's something especially thrilling about first-timers. Nothing excites me more than watching a 'straight' guy lose control—his hips shaking, voice trembling, gasping as the pleasure overwhelms him. The way he pumps his orgasm deep inside me, instinct and curiosity battling on his face, is unforgettable. They're always amazed that I swallow every drop, coaxing them to discover new facets of their own desire with my lips and tongue.
Finding these curious men is a ritual. I linger at the local porn shops, keeping a low profile while I watch potential candidates. When the gay porn aisle is deserted, they sneak over, rifling through DVDs until someone approaches—and just as quickly, they scatter. But their interest is obvious.
When the coast is clear and I'm sure they're craving something more, I follow discreetly as they pay and head for their car. It's simple: I walk up as they unlock their door, casually ask for directions to a strip club. Thinking I'm straight puts them at ease—but then I pivot the conversation. I tell them directly, 'I saw you checking out the gay DVDs. If you're ever curious what it feels like to get head from someone eager to please, let me show you. Get in, and I'll make it worth your while.'
Most don't hesitate—the tension and excitement from browsing those DVDs makes them easy to read. In minutes, I'm savoring their taste and hearing their moans of surprise and surrender. Sometimes, they get bold and want to reciprocate. That's when I suggest a nearby motel, where boundaries can fall away completely."
Will was one of the most memorable encounters I've had this way. He was a college jock wearing a t-shirt over his muscular frame from the local college. Despite repeated visits to the gay porn aisle, Will checked out with two straight porn videos. Undaunted, I followed him out to the parking lot where the sun had already set.
"Hey, dude!" I called out as I approached him at his car. "Is there a strip club nearby?"
He hesitated a moment and answered, "Yeah, the Candy Store is on this same road two miles north of the right side."
By the time I got to his car, he was seated and putting the videos he bought in the passenger seat. When he turned back, I was standing next to him with an erection easily discernible through my black sweats.
"The truth is," I explained, "I want to suck your cock. There's no one around, so why don't you open the passenger door so I can give you the orgasm of your life?"
Will was stunned and didn't say a word. I took that as a 'yes,' and walked around to get in the car. I didn't waste any time once I closed the door. Further evidence that Will was open to my offer was that he closed his door and made no attempt to leave.
I intuitively knew I had to be the forceful one with this guy. I could tell he'd never had the guts to be with a man before. He had sweats on too, so I pulled the waistband and underwear down with my right hand and grabbed his already hard cock with my left. This guy was hung like a stallion and uncut. He was also throbbing at being so close to fulfilling a fantasy he had likely had his entire life.
I stroked him, watching the foreskin expose and recover the head of his shaft. Then I went down on him and immediately worked my tongue back and forth on the exposed head. He gasped, and his hips involuntarily pumped his rod, trying to set a world record for cumming the quickest. I decided not to keep him waiting.
I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to lube it up before I reached under his crotch to find my target on the other side. He was shocked for a moment, but immediately spread his legs to give my finger better access. Soon, I was slipping my finger in and out of his man pussy while I stroked and sucked him for all he was worth.
It didn't take thirty seconds of this before he was desperate to fill me with his seed. "Oh my God! "Oh my God!" was all he kept saying as I worked his manhood and ass like the pro I am. When his hips began shaking uncontrollably and the gasps were continuous, Will let his sperm go with a grunt that sounded more like he had been stabbed than anything else. I had to struggle to keep up with his load, but I managed to swallow it all without making a mess of his car.
I withdrew my finger from his ass after his orgasm had subsided, and licked up the residual cum off his semi-hard shaft. I reached to open the car door release when he finally spoke.
"That's it?" he gasped. "You're just going to leave now?"
I laughed, saying, "I think we both got what we wanted. I doubt a jock like you wants to be seen in public on a date with me."
He managed a smile and said, "You're right there, but I would hope to do this again where there is no one around to bother us."
I said, "There's a motel just across the street from the strip club you mentioned. They're used to people renting a room there and bringing strippers over after their shift is done."
I told him to get a room and meet me in the strip club. He agreed, and we both headed north on the main road.
I was not surprised to see a few of my past conquests once I entered the club. I'm talking about the guys, not the strippers. The ladies hate me because I get the guys off for free, but their ill feelings are good-natured, knowing I provide a service to a niche they can't fill. Sometimes a guy just wants to fuck and suck a guy, and unless you're a tranny, they will have to wait for another night.
Joe walked over and sat down next to me. I had taught him the joys of gay sex several months before. Clearly, he still liked women, too, but a hole is a hole to many of the guys I've been with.
Joe was working up the courage to ask me to go back to his place when Will sat down in clear view in front of us and called the lady over for a drink. A minute later, she brought him a beer and had a short conversation that ended with her looking directly at me.
She went back to the bar, got another beer, and delivered it to me. She said, "The gentleman to my left bought this round for you and said to give you this."
She handed me a motel key with a big smile. She added, "You gay slut always perverting the men who can't get laid on their own."
I took the key, laughed, and picked up the beer. Will was trying to watch discreetly, and he got up to leave as soon as he saw I had the key in my hand. I had to disappoint Joe by letting him know I had a better offer, and I left the club.
Joe was already naked in the king-size bed when I entered the motel room. His impressive erection got me in the mood, and I stripped off my clothes as well. Will didn't mind pressing our naked bodies together and feeling our cocks rubbing against each other. But he hesitated to make out with me.
I told him, "If you don't give yourself to me completely, you won't know what you're missing."
The next moment, he went full gay on me and shoved his tongue down my throat. We made out like two teenagers who had just discovered kissing. His hand went down to caress my erection. I could tell this was the first cock he'd held that wasn't his own. He could have stroked me all night if it wasn't for his desire to put my manhood in his mouth and taste me for the first time.
For a gay virgin, he wasn't bad. I didn't want to cum yet, and his technique allowed me to hold back anyway. For his part, he had an impressive raging hard-on. I rolled him onto his back and gathered a good amount of spit before I drained it into my hand. I reached behind and lubricated myself as I straddled his hips.
I grabbed his manhood and stroked it with my saliva before guiding it home to take his virginity. I could feel his racing pulse as I maneuvered my ass into position. When I felt the head of his dick line up with my pussy, I sat down and felt him enter me. As before, he let out a loud gasp when his cock slipped past my sphincter. Even with a pro like me, Will was big enough that I had to ease into my seat before I could take him balls deep. But once the pain subsided, we were off to the races.
I started stroking his nipples as I rode him like a gay cowboy. He kept his eyes closed, but now that we were in a motel room, he let loose with his pleasure.
"Fuck this feels good!" were his first words. "I've wanted this for a long time. Your ass feels better than a pussy. Ride my cock you faggot. Fuck the cum right out of me!"
I could tell he got off on dirty talk, so I let him have it.
"The only thing you'll like better than this is when I slip my cock inside of you. I can tell you're a sissy slut who wants a man to take charge and show you everything you've been missing with women. You're my bitch now, you gay slut. All you think about is cock. You won't ever want another girl again after I'm through with you."
He loved it and started pumping his hips faster the longer I rode him. When I could tell he was about to cum, I shifted position so that my hands were on his throat. I knew how hard to push without choking him, and I started moving as fast as I could, leaning forward to have complete body contact. I shoved my tongue down his throat until he yelled in ecstasy as I felt his man-juice flowing into me. I came with him, and the entire motel couldn't help but know what we were doing. We sounded like a couple of water buffalo in heat.
I sat up when it felt like he might slip out of me. I felt the fruit of my labors oozing out of my ass onto his pelvis and down his crotch. This is occasionally when the guy regrets what he just did, but not Will. He was asleep in seconds.
What we did when he woke up is another story.
