Beginners Luck - About A Very Lucky Gay Sexual Awakening

Wes stood in the doorway to my apartment. He was dressed in a pin-stripped grey three piece suit, white shirt, and red tie. A bottle of wine was in his hand. An enormous war raged inside me in an attempt to decide if this was indeed the right thing to do.

Wes, the thirty-nine year old dean of student services at the university where I attended graduate school, was going to be my first man-to-man sexual experience. Technically speaking, Wes would be my second, but the first incident occurred under such bizarre circumstances that I am not sure it should count. You see, after more than a year of celibacy (a conscious reaction to my second failed engagement), my subconscious mind took over, and I let a guy suck my dick. Though totally sober at the time, the whole memory of the experience is anything but clear. The experience with that guy was comparable to waking from a deep sleep to discover that a stranger is going down on you. Only, I hadn't been asleep. I had been doing laundry, and I remember the guy being in the laundromat doing his laundry as well. The next thing I recalled was that I was in his apartment looking down to see him slurping on my cock. The urge to wretch at that sight was strong, but the urge to get off and shoot a load in his mouth was stronger. Thus, it happened.

I invited Wes in, closed the door, and locked the door. I felt rather weak all over. Wes was a nice guy and a nice looking guy, but I was having serious thoughts about going through with this encounter. My history was just not the proper foundation for being gay. From age eleven, when I got my first piece, until now, I had been following after a good pair of hooters, chasing shirts, and fucking pussy. Twelve years of experience couldn't be dismissed overnight. Although I hadn't once even pondered the possibility of sex with another guy, the curiosity was strong enough now to keep me from calling the whole thing off.

I got wine glasses and poured us both a glass of wine. I downed mine quickly and poured another. We sat making small talk. Wes' curly, dark brown hair had just a touch of grey at the temples and framed his tanned complexion elegantly. These features provided a perfect canvass for the somberness of his green eyes.

Wes began rubbing my thigh as we talked. His touch was gentle and not demanding. Whatever erotic feeling that should have come from the contact was overridden by a tremendous urge to urinate. Twice already since Wes' arrival, I had found it critical to take a leak. This one couldn't be put off either.

As I stood in the bathroom taking a piss, I tried to convince myself that it would all work out. As I explained it to myself, Wes would give me a blowjob and then leave. That, after all, was what I thought gay sex was about. Anything beyond having a guy blow me was unimaginable.

When I came back, Wes and I resumed our trivial conversation. Wes also, after a brief period, resumed massaging my thigh. When he reached my cock, all conversation stopped. Though it took me some time, I eventually looked into his face as he rubbed my dick. What I saw in his eyes shocked me. Wes wanted me, and he wanted me real bad. Desire was the catalyst. I felt my nipples go erect, and my rod got rock hard real fast.

My biggest weakness was, and still is, an egocentric need to be wanted, to be desired. When I can see, hear, feel, smell and taste the lust that another person has for me, I almost always wind up giving them what they want. I give in, but not before I make the person work for what he or she wants. Exercising that kind of power over another individual stimulates a flood of adrenaline, and I crave that rush.

Wes' free hand began stroking my chest. He ran his nails across my prominent pecs repeatedly before he began making circles around my nipples. I humped my crotch into his other hand to see what reaction he would have. His gentleness turned into a desperation to get inside my pants. I noticed that Wes' breathing was heavier and inconsistent.

Wes dropped to the floor and slid himself between my legs. He rubbed his face in my crotch moving back and forth. His lips began tracing my dick up and down. The entire time he was doing this he was also loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. His suit jacket had been removed during one of my frequent bathroom visits.

My zipper seemed to present a slight challenge for Wes as he fumbled with it to eventual success. He began pulling my trousers down, and I stood to aid him in his quest. My briefs disappeared in a flash. My eyes were clenched closed in fear and in anticipation. Warm and wet was the feeling of Wes' tongue as it slowly moved across every inch of my ball sac. I felt his tongue slide from the base of my cock forward to its big, throbbing tip as if to beckon it into his waiting mouth.

The hotness of his mouth sent a sensation through my body that forced my eyes open. The fascination of watching him suck me kept growing. He slid up and down my pole so effortlessly and with such lust and passion. Seeing how much he wanted my dick kick started my libido into overdrive. I stepped back, keeping my cock just out of the reach of his mouth. Wes sat there on his knees with one hand balancing him and the other hand feeling up his own cock through his clothes. I held my rod and teased him with it. He would lunge for it whenever I brought it close to his lips.

"Come on. Let me suck it some more. Please. I'll make you feel real good." Wes said as his face begged.

That was it. It was that pleading look and the sound in his voice that I loved. I pushed my dick against his lips, and he resumed providing that wonderfully hot washing to it. He was giving me great head, but I wanted more. I wanted him to take it all. I wanted to hear him gag on it and then still go back for more. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed him all the way down on my cock while thrusting it deep into his mouth. I held him there feeling his torrid breath on my pubic hair. He choked and struggled to get free. I held him for a bit before letting him wrangled free. Wes coughed and gasped for air; tears welled up in his eyes. Despite all this, when he recovered, he went right back to sucking me.

Wes had unzipped his pants and was playing with his cock with only half the enthusiasm he was showing mine. He was going up and down on my shaft fast and furious, and he periodically took it all the way down. It was great; it was far better than any blowjob a woman had ever given me. I was really getting into it when Wes stopped, sat back on his haunches, and started rapidly removing his clothes.

"Did I make your cock feel good?" Wes gasped as he struggled to get quickly out of his clothes.

"Yeah, it feels great." I responded as I stroked my cock in his direction.

"I want that dick; I love that dick. I want it all!" Wes moaned before he rammed his mouth all the way down to the base of my cock.

Wes went back to sucking my boner with immense zeal. As he sucked, he helped me out of my shoes, my pants, and briefs. Wes' hands ran lightly up and down my thighs and softly across my buns. He began pushing my ass so that I was fucking his face. He seemed to get even more turned on each time I thrust into his mouth.

"I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked real bad!" Wes said as he stood up and hugged me.

He kept pressing my crotch into his. He held me close and tight. His face was close enough to mine for me to feel and smell his breath. To me, it was evident that Wes wanted to kiss me, but I wasn't exactly sure if that was what I wanted. Getting my wiener washed by a guy was one thing, but kissing a guy might be too much, especially after he had been sucking my dick.

"Please. Do what you want to me." he whispered as he stared directly in my face.

I kissed him. It felt awkward at first, but I got into it. As I felt the heat of his mouth, I kissed him harder. My tongue searched his mouth not knowing what it was searching for but enjoying it nonetheless. When the kiss finally broke, Wes began licking my nipples. The sensation was electric. Each time his tongue touched one of my tits my breathing stopped and my ball sac contracted. No woman had ever made me feel this good. I returned the favor by sucking on his nipples.

"Chew on 'em! Yeah! Get rough with 'em!" he panted.

I eagerly complied by pulling and biting his tits real hard. I could not believe that I was doing this with a guy, but I had always loved tits. These were smaller but no less responsive. The more I worked them over and the more he moaned in reaction got me hotter and pulled me in deeper into greater enjoyment of man sex.

Things nearly fell apart at this juncture. While I was chewing on his tits, Wes tried to get his finger in my bung hole. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, at the wrist, in a death grip. I ceased working on his tits and glared directly into his face. Wes quickly realized his mistake and immediately tried to make amends.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Let me kiss it and make it better." he said with adolescent seductiveness.

Wes moved swiftly after I loosened my grip on his wrist. He darted behind me and dropped to his knees before I could react or respond. He kissed my ass! He kissed it lightly and gently. His kisses turned into licks which moved from cheek to cheek. His tongue dashed into my hole without warning and flicked all along my asscrack. He grabbed my hips and sank his hot tongue into my bunghole. My mind explored with an overload of sensations. My legs went weak, and, for a few seconds, Wes' was completely holding me up. Though the strength returned to my legs, sensory overload continued as he lick from my hole to my ball sac and fucked my hole with is tongue. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably, and I found myself pushing his face deeper into my ass. This was incredible, and I didn't want it to end. Tiring of the position and the stress my shoving was putting on his neck, Wes stretched out on his back on the floor.

"Sit on my face! I eat your ass out. I'll doing anything to make you feel good!" he said pulling me down on him.

I took to the floor with little hesitation. I placed my knees on the outside of his shoulders and began lowering my ass toward his face. The thrill of tongue is ass was short circuiting every neuron in my brain. I was literally bouncing up and down on his face, up and down on his tongue. This first encounter was to establish great precedence. The rule that was created then still holds true today. Perhaps I should have it tattooed on my asscheeks. In black bold letters it would read "Tongues Only!" on one cheek. The other cheek would have a big red tongue with the tip pointed toward my asscrack.

Wes pulled on arm free and groped for his pants while keeping me in extreme joy. He took a tiny packet from his pants. He moved his hand to his own butt and squeezed the packet till it spilled its contents onto his balls. Wes rubbed his fingers in this gob of stuff and then applied it to his ass, inserting the fingers inside slowly. He grabbed my hand pulled it down to his butt. I was naive as to what men did, so I didn't get it. Wes took my hands and separated my index finger from the rest. He pushed it directly to his hole.

"Put it in! Finger fuck me!" Wes uttered in what seemed like desperation.

I was very tentative about this deal. I glided my finger in carefully and slowly. How could a guy like this? I mean a tonguing felt good but this? Again Wes stopped eating my ass out long enough to say something.

"Shove two fingers in! Do it hard!"

He asked for it, and I gave it to him, though still with great reluctance. His response surprised me. He moaned, he squirmed and he worked his tongue into my ass even harder and deeper. He really liked this; somehow it felt good to him. I got adventurous and put three fingers in.

"Oh yeah! That's it! Get my ass ready for that cock of yours." Wes moaned.

My cock? No! That couldn't be it. Could it? Did some guys like to be fucked? Were all guys who were gay supposed to like getting it in the ass? My logic circuit got overloaded at the possibilities and temporarily shut down. Instinct took over.

Wes pushed my ass away from his face and kept pushing until I stood up. He scrambled for his pants and removed a condom from the packet. He tore it open and began to put it on my cock. It was so odd watching a man put a rubber on my dick. At the same time, it was exciting to watch, especially when my dick seemed to throb and get noticeably harder than before.

I had always found and efficiency apartment convenient for seducing women because its bedroom/living room combination kept the bed handy. It also kept the feeling of sexual tension omnipresent. Wes took advantage of the set up. He crawled to the bed, laid on his back, and pulled his legs up in the air.

"I need to be fucked real bad. I want your dick in me. Shove it in had and fuck me!" Wes moaned out with no shame and no hesitation.

I moved to the foot of the bed. I was intensely excited and exceptionally overwhelmed by the idea of fucking a guy. His asspucker twitched, opening and closing as if to confirm the words its owner had uttered. I stood there totally fascinated at the sight; I was unconsciously stoking my condom covered cock.

"Please, I need it. I need it bad." he pleaded with great sincerity.

I got onto the bed and moved into position. I tried to get it into him, but he was tight and the angle was awkward. Wes grabbed the pillows and shoved them under his ass. The new angle was perfect, but he was still tighter than any pussy I had ever entered. A dick can glide effortlessly into a pussy, but it literally has to rape an ass for entrance. As I looked at the big head of my dick and the small pick puckerhole of his, I kept thinking that it was impossible.

"Push it in! Make me take it!" Wes yelled breaking me out of wonderment.

This time I pushed at his ass hard. It gave enough to let most of the head of my cock into him. He yelled, and I stopped immediately. His hands, however, grabbed my butt and pulled me in deeper. I felt my dick sink into him.

"Yes! All the way....put it all the way in!"

I forced my dick as far as I could, and I felt my pubic hair grind into the flesh of his butt. He moaned, grimaced, and clenched his eyes closed. I felt his whole body tremble and shake. My dick was inside a hole, it was a man's hole, but that seems to make little difference to my dong. It... I... We began to fuck Wes. The absolute tightness held me to slow, shallow thrusts. Wes kept moaning and moaning. He was enjoying the hell out of my cock; he liked it inside him. Wes, I think, liked getting dicked better than a woman did.

I was enthralled watching this guy as I fucked him. I drank in his every response which fueled my lust and drove me on. Gradually, his ass muscles relaxed, and the plowing got easier. Little by little, I fucked him deeper, harder, and faster.

"That's it! Do it to me! Fuck me hard! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Wes cried out opening his eyes for the first time since I entered him.

Wes half raised himself while pulling me down to his face. He kissed me, and I kissed back. The whole room seemed to get hotter, and I fucked him harder and faster. My leg cramped a bit at the thigh. I slowed my pace and pulled nearly out of him to let the spasm pass. When it did, I shoved my dick back into him hard.

"Oh, yes! That's it!" he moaned as his body shuddered.

I repeated the action, and Wes continued to cry out in pleasure. I kept doing it, and he kept responding. Making a man take my dick and watching him enjoying me fucking him had me more excited than I had ever been before. I was too excited to cum. I just wanted to keep fucking him and making him enjoy my cock. The cum that was beading up at his cock slit told me how much I was getting to him.

Fucking and fucking for long periods of time was commonplace for me. I had trained myself not to get off until I had made my female partners climax. I was prepared for the long haul. However, Wes was a guy, and, as he later explained to me, man sex usually went for a much shorter period of time. Hell, I had never fallen into the norm on anything else, and man sex wasn't going to an exception either.

"My legs are cramping. Let's change positions." Wes said.

I pulled out of him. Wes got up, pulled another small packet from his pants, squeezed the contents to his hand, and again placed it all in his ass. It finally registered in my mind that men were not as naturally lubricated as women. I was glad because I loved the hot friction generated by my dick in his ass. He slid on to the bed on his stomach this time. I pulled his hips up to my dick as i sat on my heels and knees. Wes was on his forearms, but that wasn't enough to keep me from driving my dick in hard, forcing his face deep into the pillows which had been thrown back to the head of the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" Wes yelled audibly even though his face was as buried in the pillows as my dick was in his ass.

In this position with my hands gripping his hips, I drilled him fast and furious. My thrusts were deep and hard. His ass was hot, but I wanted to fuck it hotter. The sound of my slapping into his ass got louder and louder, and I got increasingly turned on by it. The pounding got too much for Wes to take at that pace. He slid full onto his stomach, and my cock and I went with him. I was literally doing push ups into his ass, but this position forced me to slow the pace a bit. I stiff armed it as long as I could, and then I slid full onto him. I began biting his neck and shoulders.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me!" he moaned. "Talk dirty to me. Make me your bitch!"

Talk dirty to him? He had to be kidding, but I was intrigued by the thought. Listening to a woman scream and moan as she climax had always made it easier for me to get off. Some of them had even liked dirty talk. But, what did one say when fucking a guy?

"Like my dick in you?" I said testing the waters.

"Oh, yeah. Give it to me hard!" he responded.

This was great! I could make this man suck my dick, I could make him take my dick up his ass, and I could make him tell me how good it felt. I was in assfucking heaven.

"You like having that tight, hot ass of yours fucked, don't you?" I uttered with greater confidence.

"Fuck, yes! Shove that cock in my pussy!"

"You wanna be my bitch, don't you?"

"Yes! I am your bitch! I'm your cocksucking whore!"

I shoved it to him harder and harder. Every time he spoke... every time I heard those words my dick got harder, my hips humped faster, and I eased closer to nirvana. I pulled nearly all the way and stuck my cock all the way back in. Each dive brought a louder response.

"Gettin' my dong shoved in hard hurts that asscunt, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, man. It's hurts real good. Do it to me!"

A floating sensation washed over me. I was there, and I wasn't there. Wes' moaning got really loud and really violent. He turned his head, stretching every muscle in his neck and shoulders. I moved closer to kiss him. Our kiss became a violent struggle, and I fucked him harder to subdue him. It had the opposite effect.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! Do it to me! Do it to me! Give me it! Yes! Oh, yes! I can't..... I.... I can't hold back! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! I'm fuckin' cumming! Ah! Ah! Oh! Shit! Yeah!"

Wes' body bucked fiercely beneath me as he moaned and screamed. I slipped my arms around him and held on. I kept fucking him, but there was anything but a rhythm to my thrusts. My hips went into sudden overdrive and produced hard, fast and deeps thrust into his tight ass. It was all beyond my control. Something clicked in my brain, and I went over the edge like a charging stallion who couldn't stop at the precipice's edge.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled. "Take my fuckin' hot load!"

"Yeah, baby! Cum in my ass! Grind it in there; give me all your hot cum!" Wes moaned like someone in a drug induced state.

I kept humping and grinding until fully collapsed on him. We were soaked with sweat, and I was sure most of it was mine. My mind was somewhere between earth and the moon; I was lost. I had never cum that hard.

I don't know how long we laid there, but it was quite sometime before either of us could move. I was finally able to use my arms to push myself up, but they shook spasmodically. My legs were shaking too. I tried to pull my cock out of his ass, but it was locked in tight by his assring.

"Easy! Take it slow. You fucked me so hard that it doesn't wanna let go!"

We had created a sexual version of "The Sword in the Stone". It was not easy getting out of him. I had sunk my dick into the hilt when I came, and I had to literally drag it out little by little. I was too excited by all of this to lose my erection. When I was finally able to pull free, the noise of my exit sounded like a giant fart. We both laughed until tears were rolling down our faces. Wes stopped suddenly and kissed me. We wrapped ourselves into one another and just kept kissing. Wes reached down to my still hard dick and pulled off the rubber.

"You're a fuckin' horny stud, aren't you?" Wes teased as he play with my cock.

He pushed me fully onto my back from my side. He began jerking my cock and licking and sucking at my tits. It was good, very good. I needed it; I still needed release. I wanted and needed to cum again. Wes seemed to understand this urgency. He kissed me passionately and stroked my rod faster, gripping it tighter in his fist.

Wes scooted down the bed, switched hands on my dick, and began licking my balls. I found myself stroking my own nipples and drifting around the universe at this feeling Wes was giving me. Wes snagged a pillow and put it under my ass. He made it possible for his tongue to slip once again into my ass. I heard myself moan and yell at him.

"Stick that tongue in there! Eat this fuckin' man's ass!"

Wes began sucking my dick. He kept going up and down on it faster and faster. He would go from my dick to my ass and back again. When his mouth left his hand would take over. I felt the load building deep in my balls. I didn't want it too soon, it felt too good, but I couldn't stop it. With his tongue buried deep in my ass and his hand milking my dick, I was on the verge, and there was no turning back.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh, God, I'm gonna shoot!"

Wes didn't miss a beat as his mouth replaced his hand. I started shooting and shaking from head to toe. Wes buried my dick deep in his mouth, and I kept bucking till it was deep in his throat. Cum exploded out of my cock, and lights exploded in my head. I shook and bucked, but Wes hung tight no letting a drop get lost. He drained out every tiny drop, and finally my body relaxed. I heard Wes gulp and swallow, and felt him lick away any cum that was still on my rod.

"Man, you're good." I heard Wes say as we finally sat up on the bed. "Nobody has ever fucked me like that and make me cum."

"Really?" I said as I lit a cigarette.

I wasn't a very heavy smoker, but I had never wanted a cigarette as badly as I did that moment. Wes' statement struck me as odd. It would seem that the objective of fucking would be to get the other person to cum as well as yourself. I had much to learn, but I had discovered a great deal with this first encounter. Principally, I had discovered that man sex was good - very, very, very good!

In the next few months with Wes I would discover much, much more. Three or four times a week I would rediscover how good fucking a guy felt. I also, unfortunately, discovered two weeks into our affair that Wes was married and the father of two kids. I was too naive to read the signs and know better. It amazed me that a guy who fucked women would like to get fucked himself. After all, I had no desire to be fucked. Wes helped me discover over and over again how wrong that concept had been. I discovered that some guys like to fuck, and some like to get fucked. Even some claimed to like it both ways. Some guys liked to suck dick, some liked getting their dicks sucked, and some liked both. For me, the jury would be out on this issue for quite some time yet.

I also discovered that my endurance while fucking was unusual. For a while, that made me feel good. Too bad that there aren't more guys whose endurance at getting poked can match mine at giving it to them, or, at the very least, more guys who loved getting screwed more than once each session.

I discovered much more, but one overriding lesson was learned. I learned that lusting for men didn't change me. I didn't suddenly develop a limp wrist, there was no added swish to my walk, my sense of color and design didn't get better, and I couldn't pick out cafe curtains if my life depended on it. I was basically the same as always. Liking men, being gay, bisexual, or whatever, was only another part of who I was. It was not the whole just a part - a very enjoyable part.

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written by delphi