I wonder...
I wonder how many guys have been on a sofa or in a car with a girl, his hand between her legs and wished that he had found a cock there.
I had just recently broken up from a long relationship. Having signed up on a dating app, I met a lady and after several days of emails and messages back and forth, we agreed to a quick meeting. Being that we were both anxious to meet someone and that both of us were short on time, we met in a restaurant parking lot, convenient for both of us. Before I knew it, we were kissing right there in my truck. I put my hand on her leg, but no further. She said that she wondered if she had met her "Prince Charming." I thought being with such a pretty lady that I would of gotten an erection, but I didn't. As we kissed, I imagined my hand was just inches away from cock amd I immediately got as hard as rock. I guess it was obvious to me that for once I didn't want to be someone's "Prince," I wanted to be someone's "Queen." Even though I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, it seemed to be how I felt. I wished that it was a guy sitting next to me. I wished I could feel his dick with my hand, I wished I could make it cum with my mouth. I wanted what I had never experienced, yet was always curious about and attracted to. I knew that this was my time, it was the time to experience, "Cock."
He was alot younger than me and honestly, I was surprised he was interested. When I asked him about it, the age difference, he told me he didn't know. "Maybe," he said, "it's because my first was an older man." He said he was more than willing, but his first time was with a much older man. I guess you just like what you like and who knows why. It made me think, though. When I was young, I had seen a "Playgirl" magazine in my mother's friend's car. I remember how excited seeing the nude men and their soft, hanging cocks had made me. Especially the guy in the centerfold, a darker, hairy man. Maybe that was why tan and darker colored cock's appeal to me even now. Although, I had never admitted it or acted upon it.
He told me that as incredible as it felt to have his mouth on him, it was him pleasuring the older man's cock that really had cemented his desires. Feeling his cum on him, tasting it, savouring it and swallowing it. He was so open, it was so reassuring. I guess I was having the same questions and desires. With him, they would all be explored.
He was, for the lack of a better word, petite. Slim, but toned, his pictures stirred me. Not at all feminine, yet his bodystruck me as such. Smooth, tan all over and sexy. One photo of his still burned into my brain. He was on his stomach and he wore some sort of leather straps that cupped his perfect ass and ran over his shoulders. It made my mind race and my cock ache. I could so imagine kissing his full, round cheeks and licking his hole before sliding my hard cock into him. He and his slim, smooth, petite body, seemed a perfect first encounter for me. An easy transition, maybe. Trust me however, I would learn the allure of all different kinds of men in due time, though.
I found it so very easy and comfortable being nude with him. The nerves and fears I thought I would have melted away as lust and need took it's natural course. Raging desires, new and incredible sensations and emotions. It may of started out cautious and slow, but it and our sexual adventures developed quickly. Things I had a hard time believing just a short time before, I now boldly loved, desired and asked for. Lavishing his balls and meaty cock with my mouth, lips and tongue, then waiting for, asking for, him to shoot his incredible load on me. Who knew how erotic and satisfying it could feel? Much like the thrill and taste of his semen. At times, my desire for it felt insatiable, as they completely filled my thoughts. How he would ask for things, the things he said, kinky things, and how they stirred me. "Eat my ass," ""Yes, fuck me. Yes, yes, harder, harder. Slam my little ass, fuck that tight, little hole!" How things that might seem unmanly, all out in the open, all unashamed, in the pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction. Oh, the earth shattering orgasm I had as he edged me with his mouth as I pulled and pinched my nipples. Something, I could never feel doing with a woman, but here, with him, wonderful and encouraged.
He had talked about it and he had said how erotic and incredible it was. Now, my young friend wanted to introduce me to it. The pleasure of mulitple nude men, the pleasures of gay group sex. I was unsure, but his excitement was infectious. His kinky desires and how to fulfill them peeked my interest. I began to understand, through my own cravings, how his unquenchable desires could be so strong. They way he talked about his encounters, so openly and enthusiastically. I began to want them, too.
He already knew them, it was al set up. It would be my first time, my introduction to multiple partners, to mulitple men. I felt a man inside me that night. I never thought I would want this, to get used, maybe even to want to be used, to be fucked. No condom, just his bare, hard dick pushing inside me. It hurt at first, but was just so incredible. The sensstions, the feeling, the emotions. Was it mental or physical or both? Feeling him move in and out, making my whole body shift and shutter along the bed. Oh, when he came! His grunts, his breath in my ear. Feeling the rush of his warm semen fill me, I would never be the same. I forever now, seemed to crave and need it.
I found I desired different roles. At times, I craved feeling a man's weight on me, his hard cock penetrating and pounding me. I found I loved that role. I found that I loved being with men, in general.
I had just recently broken up from a long relationship. Having signed up on a dating app, I met a lady and after several days of emails and messages back and forth, we agreed to a quick meeting. Being that we were both anxious to meet someone and that both of us were short on time, we met in a restaurant parking lot, convenient for both of us. Before I knew it, we were kissing right there in my truck. I put my hand on her leg, but no further. She said that she wondered if she had met her "Prince Charming." I thought being with such a pretty lady that I would of gotten an erection, but I didn't. As we kissed, I imagined my hand was just inches away from cock amd I immediately got as hard as rock. I guess it was obvious to me that for once I didn't want to be someone's "Prince," I wanted to be someone's "Queen." Even though I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, it seemed to be how I felt. I wished that it was a guy sitting next to me. I wished I could feel his dick with my hand, I wished I could make it cum with my mouth. I wanted what I had never experienced, yet was always curious about and attracted to. I knew that this was my time, it was the time to experience, "Cock."
He was alot younger than me and honestly, I was surprised he was interested. When I asked him about it, the age difference, he told me he didn't know. "Maybe," he said, "it's because my first was an older man." He said he was more than willing, but his first time was with a much older man. I guess you just like what you like and who knows why. It made me think, though. When I was young, I had seen a "Playgirl" magazine in my mother's friend's car. I remember how excited seeing the nude men and their soft, hanging cocks had made me. Especially the guy in the centerfold, a darker, hairy man. Maybe that was why tan and darker colored cock's appeal to me even now. Although, I had never admitted it or acted upon it.
He told me that as incredible as it felt to have his mouth on him, it was him pleasuring the older man's cock that really had cemented his desires. Feeling his cum on him, tasting it, savouring it and swallowing it. He was so open, it was so reassuring. I guess I was having the same questions and desires. With him, they would all be explored.
He was, for the lack of a better word, petite. Slim, but toned, his pictures stirred me. Not at all feminine, yet his bodystruck me as such. Smooth, tan all over and sexy. One photo of his still burned into my brain. He was on his stomach and he wore some sort of leather straps that cupped his perfect ass and ran over his shoulders. It made my mind race and my cock ache. I could so imagine kissing his full, round cheeks and licking his hole before sliding my hard cock into him. He and his slim, smooth, petite body, seemed a perfect first encounter for me. An easy transition, maybe. Trust me however, I would learn the allure of all different kinds of men in due time, though.
I found it so very easy and comfortable being nude with him. The nerves and fears I thought I would have melted away as lust and need took it's natural course. Raging desires, new and incredible sensations and emotions. It may of started out cautious and slow, but it and our sexual adventures developed quickly. Things I had a hard time believing just a short time before, I now boldly loved, desired and asked for. Lavishing his balls and meaty cock with my mouth, lips and tongue, then waiting for, asking for, him to shoot his incredible load on me. Who knew how erotic and satisfying it could feel? Much like the thrill and taste of his semen. At times, my desire for it felt insatiable, as they completely filled my thoughts. How he would ask for things, the things he said, kinky things, and how they stirred me. "Eat my ass," ""Yes, fuck me. Yes, yes, harder, harder. Slam my little ass, fuck that tight, little hole!" How things that might seem unmanly, all out in the open, all unashamed, in the pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction. Oh, the earth shattering orgasm I had as he edged me with his mouth as I pulled and pinched my nipples. Something, I could never feel doing with a woman, but here, with him, wonderful and encouraged.
He had talked about it and he had said how erotic and incredible it was. Now, my young friend wanted to introduce me to it. The pleasure of mulitple nude men, the pleasures of gay group sex. I was unsure, but his excitement was infectious. His kinky desires and how to fulfill them peeked my interest. I began to understand, through my own cravings, how his unquenchable desires could be so strong. They way he talked about his encounters, so openly and enthusiastically. I began to want them, too.
He already knew them, it was al set up. It would be my first time, my introduction to multiple partners, to mulitple men. I felt a man inside me that night. I never thought I would want this, to get used, maybe even to want to be used, to be fucked. No condom, just his bare, hard dick pushing inside me. It hurt at first, but was just so incredible. The sensstions, the feeling, the emotions. Was it mental or physical or both? Feeling him move in and out, making my whole body shift and shutter along the bed. Oh, when he came! His grunts, his breath in my ear. Feeling the rush of his warm semen fill me, I would never be the same. I forever now, seemed to crave and need it.
I found I desired different roles. At times, I craved feeling a man's weight on me, his hard cock penetrating and pounding me. I found I loved that role. I found that I loved being with men, in general.
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