It's never too late to try.

We sat in a quiet booth, in the back of the bar. I thought I would be more nervous meeting a guy, my first guy, for the first time. I guess I had been wanting something like this for so long that all the nerves were now spent or simply overpowered. I don't know if I could say that I was exactly attracted to guys, but as guy's go, he was handsome. I guess you could say that I was more attracted to and curious about want was hidden in his pants. I had been curious about having sex with men. Making love to a man, without being in love, if that makes any sense. I have always imagined the passion, the hunger. So much so, that I now found myself here. Both fully aware of the reaon for it, too.

Like I said, I thought I would be so much more nervous, but I just wasn't. His calm, confident demeanor helped, I am sure. Even when his questions and statements became increasingly direct and sexual, I still wasn't flustered. In fact, it seemed almost like foreplay. I became more aroused as the night, and the conversation, went on.

"So, you have never been with a guy?" he asked. "No," I said, "Not in that way, I guess." Maybe I should of been more direct also. "So, you have never sucked cock?" I laughed a little, maybe because the question made my a little bit uncomfortable, maybe just because it was so direct. "No, but I have thought about it a lot." Maybe he asked to see my reaction, maybe to see if I was serious about this. Saying it out loud felt good, actually. It also felt good to be so bold about it. So, matter of fact, it was a turn on.

He told me about himself, too. There was small talk about jobs and such, but we both knew that was not what either of us were interested in at the moment. He told me about his first experiences when he was younger. I could put myself there as he spoke, it made my cock stir. "I was so nervous," he said. "Trembling even, but I so wanted to touch it. I was so curious, so horny for it. Not like with girls, this was so much more. A yearning, a deep craving. I wanted to touch it, to feel it on my lips, to suck it." I listened intently, it was so essy to relate to. "I guess I even wanted cum. At least to try it, to know." I noticed that I had been holding my breath. I guess I had been wanting to know also, and for so long. My pulse quicken as he spoke. "I being on my knees in front of him, it was indescribable. Seeing his cock took my breath away. It seemed so sexy to me, even beautiful. I knew right then, I wanted to suck it, for sure, no doubt! That feeling, I can still remember it! I asked him to tell me if he was going to cum. I just wanted to be ready for it, I guess. Maybe he thought I was going to stop or pull away, because he didn't warn me. He just shot his load straight down my throat." I felt myself swallow, too, imagining what it must of been like for him. "To be honest," he continued, "it was incredible." "What an introduction, to guys, to sucking cock! Gagging on it, swallowing it, it made me love it right then and there." My mind was kind of spinning as he spoke. I think I have been wanting that too.

"There is so much more to sex with guys, though. So much more to being with guys in general. It's the passion, it's knowing how to instictively please each other. Of course, there is the whole sex drive thing. Most women just don't have the same, unending, powerful drive that men do." I guess deep down, I knew it was all true. I also knew that there were things that most women didn't want to do also. Yet, it seemed that men loved to do them. "Is there anything that you have wished a woman would do for you, lr to you?" We laughed, it was so easy to talk to him, even to open up to him. Even to tell him things I had never admitted before. I told him that when I was alone, nothing turned me on more than to play with my nipples when I was jerking off. I wasn't even embarrashed to tell him! "That is an every time thing! I love it, too. A lot of guy's do! Licking them, pichimg them, rubbing and pulling on them. It's like there is a direct connection to my sex drive and cock" Yes!" I exclaimed, maybe more loudly than I should of. I looked around, then we laughed. "You may not think so," he said. "But, kissing... kissing is the best!" I had never, and never thought I would, but now, now maybe I did! With him? Maybe I did!

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked. Without fully realizing what that might mean, I said yes. So strange to be walking out with a man, as if we were on a date. It might of just been in my own head, but it made the hair on my neck standup. In the parking lot, next to our cars, the reality of it all set in, along with the nerves that seemed to of been missing before. "I should go," I said, almost shyly. He said OK, but asked if I just wanted to sit in his car for awhile. I did, but I was afraid. Was I really going to do this? I thought to myself.

"No, I just think I should go," we both knew what I was saying. I was secretly saying that I was not sure, I was nervous, I was afraid. Afraid to give into my desires. Yet, I was slow to leave. He sensed it, he could see it. "OK, it was nice talking to you though," then he reached over and casually touched my arm. The electricity! I felt it through my whole body. I felt it in my brain, it made me almost feel dizzy. I so wanted more, but just didn't know how to go forward. He did, though. Thankfully, he did.

As I stood there, his touched turnedto a grip. He held my arm, then my hand and then he leaned in. I craved it, in my body, in my mind, I craved it, I craved his kiss. His lips meeting mine, our lips touching, our lips caressing, all doubts, all my nerves, they all melted away. Taking their place was urge, was lust, was a deep and long waiting desire. "Do you want to sit?" He must of own the effect his kiss had. I just simply said nodded, yes.

In his car, sitting, facing each other, my heart raced. We looked at each other, then leaned in towards one another. His hand fell to my lap, and landed on my erection. There was no hiding my excitement. Feeling how hard I was brought a smile to his face and a soft moan to his lips. All restraint was gone, our mouths met opened, our tongues caressed and explored. So very wonderfully and naturally, my hand eagerly found his manhood and rubbed it through his pants. I guess my lust and drive took over, I said to him breathlessly, "Can I see your cock?"

Sitting in his car, making out, I felt as giddy as a teenager. A first time, teenager. Thank goodness he still had his senses about him, he reigned my enthusiasm in by suggesting we go back to his place. Afterall, a parked car, in front of a bar wasn't the best location to explore. "Why don't we go to my place," I had said those words before, to women, but I had never heard them from another man. They were stirring and erotic. They, the moment, brought on so many emotions. I thought about, I wanted to go down on him as he drove. After feeling his erection through his pants, it was all I could think of.

At his place, he suggested that we go to his bedroom. The strangest feeling came over me, a strange but wonderful floating feeling. Following him, walking behind him, slightly light headed, my feet didn't seem to touch the floor. Standing at his bed's edge, I realized that soon I would be in it with him. I would soon be nude and in bed with a man. I was so ready, already so aroused. Standing, facing each other, we watched one another undress. Pushing his pants to the floor, he stood, and let me see him, all of him. I did the same, it felt incredible to have his eyes on me. I hope it was the same for him, to have me drink him in. I wonder if he could see the lust in my eyes? The years of my secret desires.

Standing, taking each other in, we moved closer together. His electric touch on my arm again and mine on his. I became so hard again, this was everything I had imagined and more. So turned on, I was so excited and so ready for all of it! Our bodies, so close now. His cock, so thick and so hard, touched mine. They touched, we touched, we kissed and rubbed our erections together. It just felt so right, I held his ass, then he held mine and we kissed, deeply, romantically. How could holding a man be so, feel so, romantic and amazing? I felt overcome with desires and emotions. Was this more than just sex and lust?

He seemed to know my thoughts, my need. His hands on my upper arms, he firmly, but gently guided me to my knees. Finally where I had dreamed of being, I longingly looked at his erection, just absorbing it, and the moment. I wanted this so much, I just had to take it all in. So sexy, a clear drop of pre cum had formed at his tip as he throbbed for me. So beautiful, so enticing, as if thanking him, as if to silently convey my emotion, I kissed his tip. Feeling the slick fluid, the firmness of his cock's head on my lips, it made my head swim. The sweet taste of him, on my tongue, on my lips, it sent my senses reeling. He was so hard, he looked so sexy, I ran my tongue along his length, from his tight balls to his tip, I licked him. Like I had always dreamed of. I think I was making love to his dick. Would I make love to him? Did I want to make love to him? Was I... was I making love to him?

Such desire, I parted my pre cum, wet lips and took him into my mouth. Feeling him, having him fill my mouth made my eyes roll back. I held and caressed his ass and pushed down on him until his tip pressed against the back of my throat. I wanted him so much! I wanted all of him! Pushing down on him more, I felt him slip into my throat. I felt his smooth pubic area on my nose. Gosh, it made me moan! It made me throb as if in an orgasm. "Oh, yeah," he moaned out deep and low. His sounds and grunts, so unexpected, I just never knew. I never knew how erotic they could be! My mouth seemed made for him. Doing this to him, for him, made me feel... it made me feel kind of like I was finally complete.

Without saying a word, he put his hands on my head. Oh, it made me want to suck him so deeply! Then he put his hands on my shoulders. I knew it was now my turn. I stood, my cock throbbing, and slid back onto his bed as he joined me. I watched him as he expertly began to lick me, the whole time looking into my eyes. It was so surprisingly erotic! I never would of imagined it. It just seemed so intimate. But, now, it just seemed so right! "Oh, you feel so good!" The pleasure I was feeling, I had to let him know. Watching him lick me, then suck me, I told him how incredible it felt, how sexy he looked. Looking into my eyes again, holding me straight up in his hand, he kissed the side of my shaft and asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

As I sat up he moved onto all fours and reached into his nightstand. I watched him, aroused by his naked body, his manly, surprisingly sexy ass. "Do you want a condom?" I said no and heard him exhale. "Mmmm, I want to feel you, too!" he said and handed me a small vile of lubricant. I wanted him so much! I was so overcome! On all fours, he opened up, his hole so exposed, it made me smile to myself. I deeply wanted to feel him on my tongue. I licked him and heard him moan. My passion was overflowing! I licked the soft, delicate folds and moaned from the experience. I had to have him! I wanted in him so badly! I held his hips, I ran my hands over his back. My cock glistening from the lube, I pressed my tip against him. He threw his head back, so ready for me to enter him. Unexpectedly, he pushed back on me and I slipped inside. His tightness took my breath away. We both moaned, we both let out low, deep moans. "Mmmm, you feel good!" he said, moving back and forth on my cock. All I could think, all I could say, was, "Fuck!"

I sank my fingers into his waist, gripping him tight, and thrust into him. He arched his back and stretched his arms out, letting me take him deeper. I fucked his tight hole, seemingly falling deeper into lust with him with each and every thrust. "Yes, yes," he called out. I was now pounding into him as hard as I could! All too quickly, all the arousal, all the desire, all the years wanting and waiting, became too much. I felt my orgasm build uncontrollably until I cried in pleasure and felt me shoot, over and over, inside him.

"Yes, yes!" he cried out also and again pushed back on me, making sure that I came as deeply inside him as possible. My cock was so sensitive, I hadn't noticed just how tightly I had been holding him. When I finally let go of him, he had impressions from my hands. I said I was sorry, so sorry, but he assured me that he loved it. Rolling to his back, he said, "Please make me cum, now" Still, so strange to hear such words from a man. Yet, still so erotic. Words that I had actually longed to hear. Sucking his cock would be one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life. My lust, my passion poured out. He would cum with me on my back, him hovering over me. Something I had fantasized about, holding his ass, rubbing his cum covered opening, licking and sucking on his balls. He stroked himself, just inches from my face. "Yes, cum for me baby!" I wanted it, I needed it. He shook as I caressed his ass and waited, open mouthed. The first sticky stream of his hot semen shot across my face, landing heavy and thick. It took my breath away! How could kt feel so good? How could I want it this much? More cum shot out from his tip, overwhelmimg my senses. Landing on my face, on my lips and in my mouth. I tasted him before diving back on him and letting him fill me with the rest of his orgasm. It was the sexiest moment of my life, I knew it immediately.

As he layed down next to me, I wanted to tell him how amazing it was, how complete I now felt. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips before wiping his cum off me with a towel as we both smiled and laughed. I think we both laughed at how quickly and totally I became lost in the lust.

To be continued...