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I have no idea who wrote this... Got it and following stories from a magazine I found... Enjoy...
To say I was nervous as hell would be a gross understatement. The only cock I'd ever touched was my own, and I had touched it many times, with fantasies of other men filling my head. But I'd never acted on my gay passion... Not untill I met Art.
The man is so together. He has a strong personality and is very open about being gay. His attitude is "Fuck'em if they can't handle my lifestyle...and then really fuck 'em if they'll let me."
I found his attitude to be so refreshing, healthy even. I also found his body to be incredibly appealing. Art's older than me, 33 to my 20. He has long brown hair, which he wears in a ponytail, and he shows a touch of premature gray around the temples. Slender and physically fit, he makes my mouth water.
I told Art I'd never done anything with a man, and he smiled reassuringly and said, " There's no time like the present to start, and no better place to start than at the beginning."
I didn't know what he meant by "at the beginning," but it didn't really matter. I was eager to try something....anything...and Art seemed like the right person to teach me.
We went to his place. In his bedroom, we watched each other undressed. Art had a hard-on, and seeing it made wild erotic chills race up and down my spine. My hard-on was throbbing, visibly twitching in front of me. Already, a pearly drop of pre-cum shone on my cockhead.
Art spoke sofly, smiling warmly. He said, "For me, the biggest excitement at first was touching and watching. I really got off on feeling another man's cock, on stroking that cock to orgasm, on watching the man's cum spurt out. The thrill of the spurt, that's what always got me."
I lay back on his bed. Art crouched next to me, He wrapped both of his hands around my cock, covering the whole thing. He didn't start off by jerking, but rather squeezed and caressed my cock, which made me moan and squirm excitedly on his bed.
I suppose he could tell how close I was to coming, because he soon held my cock with one hand, squeezed fairly tightly, and thrust his hand up and down at a maddening pace. Within a minute or two, I grunted and spurted thick gobs of cum straight up into the air. They plopped with finality on my stomach, as Art milked every last drop of cum from me that my body could produce.
He mopped it off my stomach with his bedspread, then lay on his back, waiting for me to touch him.
My hands were shaking as I touched him. I did just as he done, covering his cok with both of my hands, squeezing and caressing, feeling his cock. Then I felt his hairy balls, while Art lay there smiling, watching me touch a man for the first time.
I held his cock in one hand, squeezing it about as tightly as I normally squeeze my own when I'm jacking off. With hard and fast thrusts, I stroked his cock, trying not to even blink, not wanting to miss the thrill of the spurt.
I didn't miss it. When Art grunted, huge globs of milkywhite cum sprayed out of his cockhead, sailing through the air and plopping onto his stomach. I kept right on jerking his joint, draining him of all his cum.
My heart was pounding. I was grinning from ear to ear. I wanted to do it again! I had loved it! Taking another man to orgasm was great, and I squeezed Art's cock, wanting it to swell back to life.
It did about an hour later, and we jerked each other off again. It was a fantastic first time, one I'll always remember with a smile and a hard-on.