The First Visit
The following is a short story. It is part of an ongoing series of short stories
written by me and based on my personal experiences with "Jack", a guy I have
been seeing for about a year now. The series is entitled, "The Guy Who Comes to
Visit" and this particular installment is called, "The First Visit". I hope you
enjoy it. Sincerely M.R.
THE FIRST VISIT
One night about 2 months ago, I had a guy over to watch a game on TV. I had met
him at a friend's party and we had had a few laughs so I invited him to come to
my house sometime and he said great. This particular night he called and said
that he'd like to stop by and catch the game with me if I was up for it. I said
sure and gave him my address. He arrived about twenty minutes later with a six
pack and a bottle of wine and a couple of videos. He told me he brought videos
in case the game was boring and to help myself to a beer or wine if I liked. I
poured some wine and he popped a beer and we sat on the couch with our feet on
the coffee table and watched the game and talked and laughed for a while.
After about 30 minutes or so he announced that the game was boring and he wanted
to watch a video. I said that was fine with me because the game was boring. I
asked what movies he had brought and he said that he had brought a couple of
great porno movies. I thought, I've never had a friend bring porno movies before
but what the hell, why not. He said that the chicks in these movies are babes
and I'm going to like what I see. He grabbed another beer and started the movie.
He was right, the girls were hot and so was the sex.
The first scene was two fine ass girls playing in a pool and their tops just
accidentally came off and they just couldn't stop themselves from grabbing each
others tits. They acted all embarrassed when they found that they liked touching
each other. It was great and fun to watch. The girls started getting into each
other and finally quit giggling, thank god, and on to some serious girl on girl
sex.
We had watched for about 20 minutes when he asked me to get him another beer. I
said sure and went and got one and brought it back. Before I sat down again I
stood there and watched the movie as I held out the beer for him to take, after
a couple of seconds I noticed that he still hadn't taken the beer from my hand
so I looked over at him and said, here's your beer. He told me thanks and to put
it on the end table there on his right. I reached across him to set the beer
down where he wanted it and I glanced down at his hands, thinking why doesn't he
do it himself, and I noticed that his hands were on his crotch. He was holding
the waist of his pants up with his left hand and his right hand was stuck down
inside rubbing his cock.
I quickly looked away. It startled me a little. I gently sat the beer on the
table and backed up a couple of steps before I sat back down on the couch. This
time I sat a little further away from him than I had before. I had never seen a
guy play with himself in front of me. I didn't know what to do. So I sat there
and watched the porno movie but I wasn't following what was going on. I was
preoccupied. I took a quick glance over at him again to see if I really saw what
I thought I saw, and yes, he was doing it! Right there! Three feet away from me
on my couch! I looked away again hoping that he didn't see me looking. I didn't
know what to do so I sat there and tried not to look, but I couldn't help
myself. I kept looking over at him for a second or two and then back to the
screen.
He was aroused and semi-hard. His right hand was slowly sliding up and down
under his pants, slowly rubbing himself. One time he caught me looking and asked
if I liked the movie. I said yeah, it's great. He said that he thought so too.
Then he said that he liked it so much that he was really getting turned-on. As
he said this he began to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. He then said, I'm
gonna get more comfortable, you don't mind do you? More of a statement than a
question. I said sure, ok, yeah, er I mean no, no I don't mind, whatever. I
tried to act cool but I stumbled on my words. By now he had his pants down to
just above his knees and his cock and balls were fully exposed. He was
semi-erect. His cock was longer than mine and a little fatter. He sighed and
said that that felt better and took a drink of beer and continued to rub and
stroke himself. I realized that I had watched all of this and was still staring
so I looked away.
My mind was churning away. I thought, wow!, this is new! what do I do? how do I
act? should I say something? no, don't say anything, don't look, but I want to
look, no, don't look! But I kept looking over, I couldn't help myself. After a
while, I realized that I was watching him way more than the movie. What movie? I
had no idea what was going on in the movie. His cock was getting harder now. He
was looking at the movie when he said, it's okay, you can watch me if you want,
I don't mind. I replied that I didn't mean to stare, but this is all very new to
me. He said that he would like it if I watched him, and that he wanted me to
watch. I felt embarrassed but I kept watching. Now that I knew it was okay with
him I began to relax a little and really see what was going on over there.
His cock was about 7" long and straight and the head was a little smaller than
the shaft. Not too much hair around the base or on his balls. His balls were
full and round and his sack held them loosely a few inches below the base of his
cock. The palm of his right hand was gently resting on the base while his
fingers lightly brushed his balls and the side of his shaft while his thumb
massaged the head. He was very aroused and very hard. It was at this point that
I realized that I was getting hard myself. When we first started watching the
movie, I felt a stirring down there but I quickly told myself not to get a
hard-on because someone was there and that would be embarrassing. That was no
longer true. I was really getting caught up in what he was doing and was no
longer stifling myself. I liked what I saw. I was getting turned-on by it. By
him. By his cock. By what he was doing. By him wanting me to watch him doing
what he was doing. This was very new to me and a little frightening, but also
very exciting.
I was becoming self-conscious of my semi-erection so I took my feet off the
coffee table and crossed my legs to hide it. I had my hand up to my face on my
chin and cheek, like people do when they are trying not to be noticed staring at
something or someone out of the corner of their eye. I felt uptight. He, on the
other hand, was very relaxed. He had his feet on the floor, his knees spread,
his head back watching the video. Every once in a while he'd stand his cock
straight up and stroke it a few times slowly. This excited me the most. His cock
looked so hard, yet soft, and straight, and sensitive to his touch. When he
stroked it like that the head would swell slightly like it longed to be stroked
some more. I was mesmerized.
After a while he announced that he wanted to get more comfortable so he kicked
his shoes off and pushed them away with his feet. He then bent forward to push
his pants down more and told me to help him with his pant legs because he
couldn't bend forward that far. Before I knew it I was over in front of him
pulling his pant legs over his feet until his pants were off and in my hands. He
told me to just toss them on the chair over in the corner. I laid them down and
went back toward the couch. As I approached he said to move the coffee table
back a little so he could stretch his legs out more, so I did. It wasn't until
after I sat back down that I realized that I hadn't even hesitated when he told
me to remove his pants. Wow! What was happening to me? I was so obedient and
quick to help. I was so into watching what he was doing that I wasn't myself
anymore, like I was on auto-pilot or something. All I know is that I couldn't
wait to see what he was going to do to his cock next.
This time when I sat down on the couch I crossed my leg under me, and sat
sideways facing him. He took a drink of beer and casually started rubbing
himself again as he continued to watch the movie. He was back to being
semi-erect. I took a gulp of wine and watched him. I asked if he was more
comfortable now. He said he was. I asked if he needed another beer or something
and he said not yet. He asked me if I liked his cock and I said yes I do. He
asked if I liked watching and I replied that I didn't think that I'd ever say
this, but yes, I do like watching him rub it. I added that it looked like fun.
He said that I should try it. I said that I'd be too embarrassed to touch myself
in front of someone. He said, not yourself, you idiot, me, touch me! Would you
like to touch me?!
I immediately could feel myself turning red. I put my right hand over my eyes
and looked down and nervously smiled and said, well, I couldn't, I wouldn't
be..........I don't feel right about...........I don't know.........I
can't...........I've never.............He said, oh come on, touch it, you have
one of your own, you know what to do, just do it!, it won't bite! He reached
over and grabbed my left hand and pulled it towards him. I resisted a little but
he wouldn't let go. He pulled my hand over and pushed it down on his cock and
held it there. He said, there! How's that? Now just relax. He began to move my
hand around his cock a bit. I still wasn't looking, I was still too embarrassed.
It was warm and firm, yet soft. It felt completely foreign and familiar at the
same time. He said, come on, rub it, I know you want to, I saw you watching me,
you've wanted to touch it the whole time, relax and get into it, no one's here,
it will be our secret.
After a few seconds he removed his hand and I continued to rub him. I said that
my hand is cold. He said don't worry about, it feels good, now keep rubbing. I
was shaking a little from excitement and fear and I tried to relax. He told me
that I was too far away and I should slide over closer to him and he patted the
couch wear I should move to. So I did. I slowly inched over until my knee was up
against his leg. Being closer helped, I wasn't reaching so far now. I began to
relax a little and get into it. It wasn't long before I lost myself in it. I
watched my own hand gently stroke him and rub his balls. After a while I was
fondling it as if it were my own. It felt good. Hard and long and the skin was
warm and soft.
I applied a little pressure and it began to stiffen and grow harder. I started
to pump him a bit and he moaned and said yes, that's it, you see, you know what
to do. This gave me confidence so I got into it even more. I pumped him up and
down with long slow even strokes. His cock was hard. I loved it. I moved in
closer and leaned over him a little. His breathing was deeper, and each time he
exhaled he moaned quietly. His eyes were closed. His face had that look of being
highly aroused. I leaned in even closer. My face was only a few inches up from
his chest now. His long deep breathing and sighing was right in my ear. He said
yeah softly with every other exhale. We were into it.
I kept pumping him and getting hotter and hotter with every stroke. I wanted him
to stay that way. I was completely turned on by his arousal and breathing and
moaning. I used all my concentration to keep the ebb and flow going. He was
getting louder now and every time he moaned and said yes I felt myself weaken a
little. I felt myself growing more soft inside, more feminine. I was there to
please him. My breathing was deeper and I found myself whispering, yes, come on,
yes that's it, cum to me! My whole body was into it. I felt myself rise slightly
with each upward stroke as I whispered, come on baby, yes, yes! I was so hot now
from his steel erection and total arousal. I thought this must be what a woman
feels like.
I didn't fight it, I went with it and felt it. I laid my head down on his chest.
My mouth was only a couple of inches from the head of his cock and I kept
stroking and melting each time he sighed. Out of nowhere his right hand came up
to my face and found my mouth. He took his fuck finger and found my mouth and
stuck it in. I immediately began to suck it. Longingly and tenderly. I sucked
his finger and pumped his cock. I reached down with my right hand and placed it
on his balls and lovingly cradled and fondled them. He began to pump his finger
in and out of my mouth. I grew softer and weaker and more submissive with each
passing second and each moan and sigh and deep breath from him. I was there for
him now. I was his toy.
As he pumped his finger in and out of my mouth the saliva started to build up.
Pretty soon my mouth was wet and hot. Wetness was building up around my lips and
his finger was soaked. I felt his other hand reach up and come to rest on the
back of my head holding my head firmly but gently as he fucked my mouth with his
finger. All at once he pulled his finger from my mouth and pushed my head down
towards his cock. He pushed my hand away and grabbed his hard cock and guided it
into my wet wanting mouth. He kept his hand on the back of my head so I couldn't
pull away. I didn't. I stayed right there and began to suck his cock for him. He
pushed and pulled on my head to get me back to the same rhythm and speed that we
were at when I was using my hand. He got me up to speed and released my head and
nudged my body off the couch. I climbed down onto the floor on my knees all the
time keeping his cock in my mouth. He said, stop a minute. I stopped sucking and
looked up at him wondering what was wrong.
He said, take your clothes off. He snapped, NOW! I started to undress. He told
me to hurry up. I ripped my clothes off and crawled back over to him. He told me
to kneel there on the floor and continue. I did as I was told. I stuck his cock
back in my mouth and began to suck him. I fondled his balls. I licked and sucked
up and down, in and out and on and on. He said, you like that don't you? I
mumbled uh-huh. I began to make mmm sounds from my throat. He said, yeah, like
that, keep it up. I sucked and pumped his hard cock with my mouth. Every time he
moaned I felt weak in the knees and responded with more mmmm sounds. I was
really into it.
He asked if I wanted some cum. I didn't hesitate, I mumbled uh-huh. He said that
he was going to give me some real soon. I squeezed the vein at the base of his
cock and felt his cock swell in my mouth and grow even harder. That was doing it
for him. He started making sounds like he was going to cum. I kept going. My
head was bobbing up and down pretty fast now. He was going to explode in me at
any moment. I followed my lips up and down with my hand further stimulating him.
I was jacking and pumping him with all my being and all my concentration. I felt
wonderful doing this. I was pleasuring him and being used by him. I felt
submissive, powerless and powerful, desired, sensual and subservient. I was
naked and vulnerable, on my knees with his cock in my mouth. All I could think
about was pleasing him. Letting him have his way with me and use me for his own
orgasm. His cum was my reward for a job well done. I wanted his cum.
I sucked and pumped him as he went wild with arousal. Saying yes, yes!, here it
cums!, I'm cumming!, I'm cumming!. All at once my mouth filled with cum. It was
too much for me to swallow. Some of it leaked out of my mouth and down my chin.
I swallowed all I could but it kept coming. Finally it began to subside and I
swallowed it and licked the rest from his cock until he told me to stop. He was
exhausted. He sighed and leaned back and both he and his cock went limp. I
stayed there at his feet watching him, wanting to do more to help him relax but
I could tell he didn't want me to touch him anymore. So I just waited there for
my next command.
Finally he told me to get his clothes so I got up and brought them to him. He
then told me to go wash up and put a robe on. I did as I was told. When I had
finished he was dressed and putting on his coat. He headed for the door and I
followed behind him. He turned and said, you liked that didn't you? I said, yes
I did. He said, you didn't know you were a submissive cocksucker did you. I
replied that no, I didn't. He said, You didn't know but I did. That's why I came
over, to get you to blow me. I blushed and looked away from him. He said, it's
okay, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell if you won't. He added that now
that I had been initiated by him that I now belonged to him. He said that he is
going to come back for more and he would call in a week or so. He said, now that
you know what to expect when I call, you're going to want it even more from here
on. He then said, I'll be in touch and walked out. I didn't say anything. I got
the feeling he didn't want me to.
I watched him leave and stood there for a few minutes. Alone again, I don't know
what I was feeling. A little high, excited, scared, puzzled. I went on
auto-pilot again and went to take a shower. While I bathed, the memories of what
just took place came back to me. I realized that I didn't remember if I was ever
erect or not. I'm certain that I was but I couldn't remember. I also realized
that I hadn't had an orgasm of my own. That was okay, I didn't care. As I let
the memories take me, I became very aroused all over again and masturbated there
in the shower. I had the biggest orgasm that I had had in a long time.
