For a long time I was a closet bisexual, I still am actually. I would keep my man to man sexual activities strictly locked away in my bedroom, or stashed away on my computer. I began webcam chatting with guys on a daily basis, because online no one knew who I was and it was no strings attached. I arranged a large collection of anal toys, a ribbed plug, a large black plug, a thin dildo, and a monstrous dildo complete with balls. I couldn’t get enough of my toys, I would start off with one, and before I knew it, my ass was throbbing and I had used every toy. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for a guy online, swallow my own cum, piss, put random objects up my ass, you name it, I did it. But this entire time my longing for a real man still nagged at me.
I work second shift at a company, and am often coming home late at night, after spending an hour or two at the bar. On my way home from work there is a sex store on the highway, and I had previously heard from a friend that guys would sit in the parking lot there and have sex. When my nagging desire finally became to much to handle, I decided to stop and sit in the parking lot. It took me a couple of days to do it. I would get off the exit, only to get right back on, scared of what would happen if I actually hooked up with a guy. But one night when I was feeling extra horny, I pulled in and parked in a spot. There were two cars in the parking lot, a red pickup truck, and a silver Lincoln. I sat in my car, unsure of how to go about things. I would flash my lights on occasion with no response. I could see other men in the other cars, but none of them did anything but glance at me. Eventually I caught the eye of the one in the pickup truck for enough time to send him a wave, which he returned with a nod of his head. I got out of my car, locked it up, and walked over to his truck. He rolled his window down and asked, “How ya doin?”
“I’m good, mind if I hop in?” I asked
“Sure, go ahead,” he replied.
I got in his passenger side door and checked out the first guy I prepared to experiment with. He was an older guy, in his 50s, with me being 21, with a goatee. He wasn’t fat, but he had a little beer belly. Not bad , I thought to myself. “So what are you up to tonight?” he asked.
“Oh, just hanging out, wanted to see what was going on around here.”
“Yeah, its pretty dead tonight, not many people around.” he said.
“So do you do this often?” I asked
“Every once in awhile, I work a lot so when I get time, I like to come down.” he replied.
“I’ve never… Been with a guy before. I’m kinda nervous.”
“Really? I’d be your first? What do you think you want to do?”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to suck a dick, and be fucked in the ass, but I think I want to start off easy, and suck a dick.” I said.
“Well it just so happens, I have a dick right here,” he replied, pulling down his sweat pants. I’ve seen other dicks before, in porn, in the high school locker room, in the showers, but I’d never seen one up close, and erect, other than my own. His was about 7 inches, with a nice girth, nothing fancy. He had shaved his pubic hair, but you could see the beginnings of it under his shirt. His dick was fully erect as he started to stroke it, while I just stared on, trying to gather courage. He slowly stroked it, not saying a word, allowing me to bask in my first cock. I slowly moved more toward it, leaning on the center console. I was scared, I really had no idea what I was doing, It was something I fantasized about for so long, and now there it was, right there in front of me, hard and ready to be sucked.
I took his cock in my hand, feeling the flesh between my fingers. It’s a weird feeling, holding your first cock that’s not your own. It has a strange feeling too it. Its almost like when you get work done at a dentist and you cant feel your lips, and they feel like jelly to the touch. The cock was smooth and fleshy, and warm in my hand. I stroked it for awhile, testing its give firmness. After a bit, I mustered up my courage, “well, here goes,” I said, as I moved my head down to his cock.
I took his dick into my mouth, finding it somewhat easy at first to slide the length of his 7 inch member down my throat. It tasted salty, but not in a bad way. I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock, savoring the taste and the feel of the first cock in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the base, and sucked on just the tip of his cock, knowing how that drives me crazy. Then I ran my teeth gently down the side of his cock, and then the other side, slowly returning back to sucking. I continued to suck his cock until it started to hurt my throat, at which point I began to stroke it while I sucked on his balls. I loved having my balls sucked, and I could tell by his moans that he did too. I stroked and sucked, licked the tip of his dick and sucked more. After what seem like a long time he pulled me back and began to stroke, his jet of cum flying almost as soon as he pulled me off. He came a lot, like you do when it hasn’t been awhile. He spilled his load all of her his stomach. He was breathing heavily as he took some napkins out of the side door and wiped himself off. “Well, how was it?” I asked.
“It was good, thank you,” he replied. “Are you gonna come back?”
“I’ll be back tomorrow.” I replied. And with that I got back in my car and began to fantasize about the next time I would do this, and how my ass would be the whole getting fucked.
