Lloyd
Although I'm not gay I thought I'd send in my first gay experience and first
blow job for your readers.
Around 3 months ago I was at a dinner party with Kim my girlfriend, it was
thrown by some friends of ours who had done pretty well in their business and
were now living their dream of buying and living in a big house in an area
surrounded by other big houses. It was pretty pleasant as these things go and
after eating we ended up touring the house of our friends - a fairly large
mansion-type affair just outside Amsterdam.
We'd made ourselves comfortable as we were invited to sleep there overnight. It
never occurred to me that I would end up having my first gay experience in that
place. I had gone off to the loo when I found this guy Peter in there. "Oh
sorry" he said, "I forgot to lock the door". I Automatically glanced at his fly.
He must have caught my look because then he said I had a nice girlfriend but
that he himself was gay and was here alone. "Shame you bought your girlfriend"
he teased as he flushed the toilet "I like black guys". Warming to his game I
then made a joke about sucking his dick if he got desperate. We laughed, I went
to the toilet and he went downstairs.
Later on that night when most people had either gone to bed, were talking in the
lounge room or were out walking, I went to the kitchen to fetch some water for
Kim who was in already in bed having felt tired. I saw Peter on the veranda
leaning on the fence smoking a joint. "Want some?" he said and passed me the
joint which we shared - not speaking, just staring into the night sky. It was a
warm summer evening and the joint helped us relax after dinner. He smiled, leant
closer to me and said: "I'm desperate". I swallowed from nervousness and
excitement, glanced at him and said "Ok" without even thinking. "But I've never
done it before".
"Are you serious?" he said softly. "Yes, I've never given a blow-job" I said.
"No" he answered "I mean would you like to......suck me?" I just nodded .
I was pretty excited and scared at the same time. Without a word I led him out
of sight to a corner of the veranda, kneeled down, undid his belt, zip and
pulled his trousers down to just above his knees, I let my fingers run up his
thighs then and slowly pulled his boxer shorts down. I looked at his dick. "Not
bad" I said as I observed his medium sized cock and completely shaved balls.
I looked up at him and he smiled at me, his eyes were searching. I suppose he
wasn't sure if I was genuine or just making fun. "Don't worry" I said "I want
to....really".
My eyes followed his body from his square jaw down to his chiseled pecs further
down to his abs. I ran my tongue from his belly button down to his short, neatly
manicured pubic hair.
My heart beat faster just thinking about what I was about to do. Then with my
hands on his hips I slowly took his penis into my mouth. First time ever and
I'll never forget it! I remember how cool the tip of his foreskin felt as I took
it between my lips and how soft and warm the rest of his penis felt as I drew
him between my teeth and held him there, rolling his member softly around my
tongue while feeling him grow erect in my mouth.
"So this is what a dick feels like" I thought. For the first 5 minutes I just
kept him there in my mouth, hardly moving my jaw, sucking him as gently as I
could, just tasting and feeling him and running my fingers through his pubes. I
could hear him moan ever so slightly. My heart kept skipping - I was so excited
- I (Mr Hetero) was actually sucking another man's penis!
After a while I came up for air. The muscles in my legs twitched as they
tightened from pleasure and fear of being busted by Kim. I ran my tongue over my
lips, moistening them with my saliva. It felt so good. I sucked the head of his
dick into my mouth and clenched it between my teeth, lightly biting it. I
remembered that Kim always said that when she massaged my balls while blowing me
that my orgasms were longer and that she would get more out of me when I came.
Thinking of this I started massaging Peter's balls with my left hand.
Glancing up at him I could see he had his eyes closed, breathing easily and
obviously enjoying it. "Ok" I thought, "let's see if we can get you breathing a
little harder". I slipped his now fully erect member out of my mouth. Like me he
was uncircumcised. Holding his dick in my right hand I slowly used my lips to
push back his foreskin as far as it would go. I then starting licking his soft,
pink, sensitive glans - slowly with the tip of my tongue. Gosh I was in heaven,
his glans had a wonderful salty, manish flavour and they was so tender, so warm,
so soft. I kept on licking until I heard him moan and felt him try to gently
force my mouth over the whole head, but I wouldn't let him, I just kept on
licking, teasing, licking and every now and then allowing his glans to stay
between my lips for a second or two which would make him sigh out loud.
He'd try gently to push my teeth apart with his dick but I wouldn't let him. I
just kept on licking and teasing. I kept this up until I felt that he couldn't
take any more. I looked up at him and he looked at me with a face almost begging
to let him in.
"Alright then" I whispered and finally let him slide his penis all the way in.
After all that tongue action and teasing he let out such a gasp of relief and
pleasure as I took his entire shaft in my mouth that thought someone would hear.
I let him push it as far as he could and then he pulled it back out. He held my
face tenderly in his hands and slowly slid in and out of my mouth as he very
gently face-fucked me with subtle circular motions of his hips. It was then that
I felt a small trickle from his dick, something watery and slightly bitter.
"Shit" I thought, "He's not coming already is he?" Then I realised this was just
pre-cum and took it as a good sign. I expected him to push harder and start
ramming my mouth but he just kept on with his gentle, circular movements sliding
in and out my mouth. I heard him whisper my name: "Lloyd" and "Yes" over and
over again almost inaudibIy. I was surprised at the size of my own erection and
had to keep moving my dick to the left or right because it was rubbing against
my pants. In the end I just had to let my trousers drop and knelt there with a
humongous erection while sucking on Peter's.
I was in two minds, I was so excited, nervous and horny that I wanted him to
come right there on the spot - on the other hand I wanted to make the whole
experience last as long as possible, so I chose the latter and took my time.
I took him out of my mouth and started on his balls. First one in my mouth, then
the other, then both. I was having a great time. I licked right from the base of
his shaft to the tip of his dick, I put his whole member in my mouth and
deep-throated him, I held his glans between my lips while I masturbated him
slowly and almost choked when I attempted to put his entire dick and balls in my
mouth.
It was a wonderful feeling having that large, virile man standing there fully
erect in my mouth and groaning. It was as if I had a sort of power of him - the
power to give him pleasure and (hopefully) an orgasm. Both my hands were holding
his buttocks and I would look up at him every now and then, watching the play of
expression on his face.
It was beautiful to watch how a movement of my lips, tongue or mouth would bring
him such pleasure.
Then I remembered something Kim once said while she was blowing me: "Sucking
dick may be pleasurable Lloyd but let's face it, there's really only one reason
why we do it - we want you to come, we want to suck, taste and swallow you".
I was going to suck, taste and swallow Peter. I savoured that beautiful, strong,
throbbing member I was tasting and getting impatient for my reward. I knew I'd
probably never do something like this again so I did my best to make it last,
however I was ready and eager for the climax.
Taking him out of my mouth I asked him if he'd like to feed me. He just looked
at me, bent down and gave me a slow, passionate kiss, then smiled and said "I'd
love to".
God it felt so good hearing that! Not only was I sucking dick for the first time
in my life, but I was enjoying the experience immensely and looking forward to
receiving my first oral orgasm! I'd been sucking him for about 10 minutes but I
was getting impatient. I put my right arm around his buttocks and held his penis
in my left hand "You're not going anywhere" I joked before I returned his member
to my mouth and began gently sucking on it again. He put one hand on the back of
my head and the other he used to stroke my face - God it was so intense!
I closed my eyes and rocked my head back and forth very slowly. My sense of
hearing was increased with my eyes shut. I could hear his breathing becoming
rapid and more shallow. I felt his firm hand tenderly stroking my face, my chin,
then moving to stroke my hand that was holding his cock. I kept on massaging his
testicles though my mind was more on giving his dick as much pleasure as
possible before the inevitable happened. I'd felt his balls slowly tighten
throughout the whole session, they started off completely flacid and loose and
by now they were a nice rounded, firm sack.
"Ok" I thought "it's time". I couldn't wait any longer. I decided to concentrate
on his glans - in order to make him come (like my girlfriend does to me - she
calls it the 'come-run' - she likes to 'run' her toungue all over my most
sensitive part and within a minute or two I 'come'. I thought I'd do it to Peter
as it's my favourite way to recieve a blow job) Taking a leaf out of her book I
started doing the same to him.
With just his glans held in my mouth and the softest sucking motion, I started
stroking them, slowly at first with the tip of my toungue and then slightly
faster and harder using the rougher part of my toungue. His penis was rock hard
but the head - his glans were still so soft, so warm, so sensitive, it was such
a pleasure to have this guy's most sensitive, special part of himself in my
mouth. He breathed faster and faster, each stroke of my toungue bringing a
groan, he was now groaning so much that I thought this was the moment! He hit a
crescendo, he tensed up but then all of a sudden he stopped and starting
breathing normally again.
I tasted pre-cum again, this time a lot more. I let it trickle down my throat
and looked up at him expecting a full mouth any second now but his breathing
just stayed normal.
I was a little surprised that he didn't come at that point, and for a moment I
thought I'd done something wrong, nevertheless I just kept on working with my
tongue which was now a firm and regular stroking from the underside of his glans
right over the tip to the other side. He breathed slowly, so slowly. He then
stopped stroking my face and took both my hands in his, locking his fingers in
mine, he looked down at me and softly whispered "Lloyd, Lloyd - yes". His glans
swelled up, his penis jerked two or three times and then he came. He squeezed my
hands and let out a long, groany sigh. Then I felt it - his semen being
ejaculated into my mouth - it felt strange, strange but nice.
I pulled him out of my mouth because I wanted to see him come as well as taste
him and was rewarded with about 3 long ropes of sticky, white stuff landing on
my lips and chin. I didn't want to waste his seed so I slid him back into my
mouth till my nose was in his pubic hair, the tip of his dick in my throat and
kept him there for a few seconds while he groaned, jerked and I felt his semen
hitting the back of my throat - Christ it felt so good! I wanted to taste him
again so I slid him out until only his glans were nestled between my lips and I
went back to stroking them with my tongue - that got him writhing and he let out
this long, quiet moan. Encouraged by this I started sucking him hard and wanking
the base of his penis 'cause I wanted him to come some more and groan more, and
all the while Peter just kept on ejaculating, kept on moaning and his whole body
shaking. I've read some accounts of gay sex, but I never thought it could be so
amazing, so fulfilling. It seemed to last forever, it felt as if I was just
swallowing constantly, with every stroke of my toungue bringing another spurt of
semen into my mouth and another groan of pleasure from this blonde white guy.
He groaned, I moaned, and then we made eye contact which made it so intense,
almost like a communnion - the giver and the reciever both in the throes of
pleasure. His penis must have jerked 20 or more times during that orgasm. After
a while he closed his eyes and with a few more jerks I knew he had given me
everything he had.
Thick, creamy and sticky is what I remember about his semen. I sucked every last
drop I could and then simply enjoyed the feeling of his still engorged penis in
my mouth. I remembered when my girlfriend blew me how my dick would often get
oversensitive after I came, so I sucked Peter as gently as I could, making sure
I'd cleaned every last drop of his semen off till he had gone soft again - like
in the beginning.
"Well" I thought, "I did it, I actually did it!" I drew his now limp penis into
my mouth one last time, rolled it around my tongue, looked up at him and smiled
with a mouth full of cock. After that I pulled his boxers and trousers back up,
licked my lips and said: "Peter, that was one of the best sexual experiences
I've ever had and I'm not even gay". He simply smiled, bent down, kissed me on
the lips and licked off a few globules of semen hanging on my chin. He then
pulled me up to a standing position and then just held me tightfor about 30
seconds before he whispered "Thank You" in my ear.
I knodded and he went back through the kitchen to the staircase. I heard him
ascend the stairs to his room. I drained the glass of water I'd poured - Peter
tasted nice but I thought it prudent not to go up to Kim with sperm on my breath
she's given me enough blowjobs to notice immediately - lit the rest of the joint
that he'd left on the window ledge and looked out at the stars, hardly believing
what just happened and yet feeling so good about it. After a few minutes I went
back up to Kim who was already asleep, got into bed next to her and slept like a
baby who has just been fed.
I've never had another gay experience after Peter. I realise that even if you're
straight it's best to keep an open mind and that experiementing is one of the
keys to a happy existence. I'll never forget that night. We had to leave earlier
than expected so I only saw him briefly at breakfast the next day. (I heard that
he tried to contact me for quite a while afterwards, but I though it best to
leave things as they were - I didn't want to spoil the perfect of it). It's
funny because sometimes I question myself as to whether it really happened at
all and in the last few weeks have been wanting to experience it again. Perhaps
I'm simply bi-sexual. A young bi-sexual, black guy living in Rotterdam.
I do want to experience it again. When? Where? With whom?
Your guess is as good as mine.
But in the meantime all I can say is: "Thank you Peter"
