The First Time
My first gay sex was with a fellow that I worked with. He and I had done some serious chatting about sexuality. This was the summer following the first time and I was having no luck getting laid and was very horny. Levis was a nice person, openly gay but not effeminate. He was willing to tell a quizzical youth all the tricks of having sex with men and this youth was open to all talks of sex! It was not too long after, that during one of our talks; we got a little drunk and being closer to his house went there for a nightcap. After another drink and some more chatting he made up the couch for me to sleep (not wanting to debauch a virgin boy, so he said) but being slightly drunk and very randy, I continued to chat from the living room with him, despite his warnings to the contrary. He said that he would have to tie me down and beat me. Something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he did.
Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened my mouth and let it slide into my throat. With that one move I opened myself to a whole other realisation, the feel of a cock sliding in and out of my mouth has become something that almost daily I crave. It was also something that he was looking for as he stopped spanking me and took control of my mouth and head; he started to tell me how to lick and suck a cock, slowly around the head and under the rim, splitting the pee slit and getting all of the sweet precum that was my reward. He told me how to deep-throat and to lick his balls. He showed me a few techniques, and then had me perform them on him. He was a wonderful teacher, as well as a lover.
By the time the sun was coming up, I was in love with his cock. We fell asleep and when I woke, the first thing that I did was to take his cock into my mouth and wake him with all that I had learned during the night. He responded and gave me a mouthful of cum that I swallowed with relish, he bent down and gave me a kiss and thanked me for the wonderful way that I woke him up. We spent the next week together, with him showing me all the different aspects of male love. By the end of the week, I was his slave, willing to do anything he asked me to, as long as I got his cock. He asked me if I would like to meet some of his friends that were coming that weekend, to which I answered most absolutely.
The Friday approached, and the bunch of us went out for dinner, just so that we could have a good time without any actual sex getting in the way. The discussions were many and varied from the upcoming elections, to the strange weather, to the prevailing attitudes about sex, drugs and rock and roll.
So we shuffled off in the direction of one of the clubs that littered the area. On the way I gave Levis a couple of those I want you looks and a deep loving kiss to which he gave me a glance that promised a whole lot when we got back to his place; little did I know we would never get there.
We got to the club and immediately went to the dance floor, shedding our coats on the way. The floor was packed with writhing bodies and we joined in the festivities with abandon, not knowing whom we danced with and caring even less. As it turned out this was a gay club. The atmosphere was heady and hedonistic as the beat of the music took over and the floor pulsed . . . . .
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