It would be my first sexual experience with anyone and I never expected my first time would be with a man, but it was about to be a literal experience of a lifetime
That afternoon and into the evening, all I could think about was the car he promised, and subsequently I convinced myself it would be okay to go through with it. The next day, I nervously headed up to the game room around noon, like we had planned, and even though I had decided to go with him, I also tried to avoid having to do it.
However, the minute I went through the door, he saw me. I saw him too and as he came up to me, I smiled, but it was a nervous one. He was smiling too and when our eyes eventually met, he casually asked, “How’s it going?”
Telling him everything was okay, he asked, “Are you ready?”
I was obviously hesitant, which made me reluctant at first but knowing he needed me to answer, I simply nodded my head and said, “Yea.”
John smiled questioningly and then asked, “Are you sure?”
I again was hesitant, but told him,”Yea.”
John now had a confident smile and as he ushered us out to his car, we headed off. I suspected we were probably going to his apartment, but deep down, I knew where it was going to take me.
I’m sure he could still sense my apprehension because along the way, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
I think it was to break the tension, but maybe he actually felt it would help calm me if we did stop for something to eat first.
Glancing over, I simply replied, “No, I’m okay,” all the time thinking, “I just want to get it over with,” so he’d give me the car he promised.
Eventually, we pulled into an apartment complex just down the street from the Village Inn where we’d go for breakfasts and lunch. He had parked out front of one of the buildings, and turning off the car he excitedly said, “Here we are.”
Getting out of the car, I couldn’t help but look around, to see if anyone saw us as we hurried inside. His apartment was a garden level one, and once inside, it looked to be modestly furnished and very clean.
Standing there, I watched as John went over and closed the blinds in the front room, which immediately muted the light. I was glad he closed them and when he turned to face me, he smiled and said, “Come on.”
He had me follow him and as we went down a short hallway, towards what I figured was his bedroom, I saw there was a bathroom on the right, and across from that was another bedroom with the door slightly ajar.
As we entered the bedroom at the end of the hall, John gestured toward the bed, telling me, “Go ahead and have a seat.”
Sitting down on the end of the bed, he closed the door part way and then went over to again close the blinds. The room was very spacious, obviously the master, with a bathroom toward the back, and as the blinds closed, it gradually got dark.
My eyes quickly adjusted, even though there was still a hint of light that manage to slip past the closed blinds. John had now come over and as he sat next to me on the end of the bed, I nervously looked down. Still seeing I was nervous, he patted me on the thigh and asked, “Are you okay?”
Looking up slightly, I nodded, but I’m sure he could still tell I was nervous, because he squeezed my leg slightly and said, “Don’t worry, everything’ll be all right.”
Not wanting to appear scared, I smiled sheepishly, and after nodding again, I nervously looked back down at his hand on my leg.
Taking his hand off my thigh now, he stood up and said, “Why don’t you go ahead and take off your clothes.”
Looking up at him, puzzled, he smiled and then continued by saying, “I’ll be right back.”
I was confused but as he turned and headed toward the bathroom at the back of the room, I sat there frozen for a moment, watching as he close the door. As he disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly thought, “He must be taking off his clothes,” and realizing he’d be coming back, I figured I had better start getting undressed.
Self-consciously, I took off my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, piling them at the end of the bed, but for some reason, I had decided to not take off my underwear. I don’t know if it was the embarrassment of being naked, or maybe it was an attempt to save some sense of dignity.
In either case, I nervously sat there waiting for John to come back, and when I heard the door to the bathroom open, I turned to watch as he came out. He was only wearing a long sleeved button down shirt, and as he turned off the bathroom light and walked toward me, I tried to see what he looked like without clothes. I was curious, I wanted to see his cock, however, being my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark and the tails of his shirt conveniently covered him, I never got a good look.
Not wanting to get caught staring as he approached, I embarrassingly turned my gaze away from him. John now sat next to me, and then patting me on the leg again, there was a pause, but he then abruptly asked, “What’s wrong?”
He obviously noticed I was still wearing my underwear, but unsure what was wrong, I asked, “What?”
He must have realized I was nervous, because he quickly dismissed it saying, “Never mind,” and then rubbing my thigh he said, “Don’t worry.”
Nodding my head, I again nervously look down. John now told me to lay down on the bed, and then as he guided me to turn, he stood up.
Quickly moving up onto the bed, laying somewhat in the middle, John said, “Move over to the edge,” motioning to the one side.
As I did what he told me, I ended up facing the wall that had the window, and as John came over to that side and knelt in front of me, he got me on my side, facing him. Immediately, he started rubbing my stomach, and my legs, which made me nervous and when he moved his hands down to my crotch, and he told me to relax, I closed my eyes.
He was now fondling my cock and my balls through my underwear, and hearing him say, “ HMmmm,” he eventually spread my legs. Propping my one leg up at an angle, giving him better access, he immediately went down mouthing my cock through my underwear.
Trying to distance my thoughts from what was going on, I focused on the window and the light that was creeping through as he continued to feel on my cock through my underwear. Eventually, he slid his hand in my underwear, reaching for my cock, wanting to feel it.
With his warm hand on my still limp cock, he desperately tried to get me hard, but immediately realizing he needed to get my underwear off, he tried to peel down the band. It was definitely a struggle, because he stopped and frustratingly asked, “I need you to help me.”
This comment brought my thoughts back to what was actually happening and after quickly sitting up, I got them off. Casting them off the end of the bed, toward the pile of my clothes, I laid back down and as I shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, John pulled me closer to the edge saying, “That’s better.”
He again spread my legs and as he started rubbing and pulling on my cock, trying to get me hard, I again tried to focus on the sunlight that was slipping past the blinds, trying to not think about what was happening.
I could tell he was becoming desperate to get me hard, even taking my semi hard cock in his mouth, trying to suck my dick, but because I was distancing my thoughts, I wasn’t getting hard. I knew he ultimately wanting to fuck me, but right now I could hear he was frustrated and when he eventually stopped sucking my dick and he looked up at me, continuing to stroke it, he asked, “Does it feel ok?”
This again brought me back to what was actually happening and when he asked me to try to help him get me hard, I hesitantly agreed saying, “Yea.”
It made him smile and as he again started jerking me, I knew he wasn’t going to stop until he got me to cum. Closing my eyes, I knew I needed to concentrate on getting hard, and when he again took my cock in his mouth, sucking it, I thought about wanting to cum in his mouth.
I had never had my dick sucked before, and yea, I had thought about what it would be like and as I really tried to get into it, it actually felt good. My cock gradually started to get hard and as he continued to suck and rub it, I felt as though I was about to cum.
I wanted to cum, but suddenly I became self conscious, thinking I needed to be all the way hard first, I tried to hold back. Almost immediately, as my cock started to get soft and I knew John felt it. “I had to focus,” I told myself, “I needed to cum whether I was hard or not.”
Trying to concentrate again, I closed my eyes and focused on wanting to cum in his mouth. Deliberately bucking my hips now, trying to move my cock in and out of his mouth, I again could feel I was going to cum.
I was close and even though I wasn’t hard, I didn’t want lose it, and without saying anything I braced myself and then pushing into his mouth I let it go, cumming prematurely. I’m sure it surprised him a little I think, but as my cock jerked in his mouth and cum dribbled out, John eventually stopped sucking. “Oh yea,” it felt good to cum and as he continued to milk it while still in his mouth, my cock immediately started to go limp.
John now seemed a little disappointed, because as he stopped he asked,” Is that it?”
Instinctively, I looked down and questioningly I asked, “What?”
Wiping his mouth, he smiled and quickly said, “It’s okay,” and then trying to change the subject he asked, Did it feel good.”
Smiling, I nodded yes, and then as he proceeded to get up off the floor, he firmly told me, “You need to move over to the middle of the bed.”