My First Time with a Man

When I turned 18 years old, I wanted to do something special for myself. I just got paid and wanted to treat myself to something different. I thought, well I could buy a new video game, CD, or even the latest jeans that every one was wearing at the time. But, at that time, I didn't need those things or even particularly want them.

I wanted something else. I wanted that thing that I was craving for since I hit puberty. The thing that I lusted after every day and night. The thing that caused me such angst and pleasure at the same time. The thing that caused me to beat my dick off three or four times a day. I needed and wanted a MAN.

By the time I hit 18, I knew I had to release my built up sexual tension and the frustration that came along with it. I couldn't take it anymore. For example, it became torturous for me to glance at my college professors round bubble butt in his khaki pants. And, it became unbearable for me talk to a handsome well built man who needed my help at the retail store that I worked at.

These occurrences and so many more caused my body to react in an exhilarating, yet frustrating way. Whenever, I came in contact with a hot man, my heart raced, I perspired, and my mouth became full of saliva. Sometimes, I couldn't even contain the drool from sliding off my checks. But, most of all, my dick slowing inched its way up to an erection while pre cum dripped from its head. I remember I had to wear two pairs of underwear to conceal a cum stain.

Don't get me wrong, I loved that feeling. And, I still do. But, at that time, I needed to find a cure for those feelings. I knew that I couldn't just grab my professor and bury my face in his ass or take one of my customers and lead him into the men's room to suck him dry. I had to do something about it.....

.....So, there I was off to find dick. And, because I was an innocent 18 year old young man, I didn't know exactly where to look. So, it dawned on me that in order to get dick, I had to be around guys that loved dick as well. So, I did what most gay guys from the Bay Area did. I took the subway train into San Francisco's Castro District to find what I needed. My quest was to find a guy who would pick me up, take me to his place, and let me have my way with him.

Unfortunately, the trip did not turn out the way I wanted. The bartenders from the bars and night clubs that I went in carded me and told me leave. Also, it was a big mistake to believe that if I just stood on a corner, that I would be picked up by a hot guy. I was so wrong. Hot guys and their beautiful dicks had things to do and places to go. So emptied mouthed, I hopped on the subway train and rode back into the burbs unfulfilled.

However later that night, I found a possible way to find my first dick. While, I was looking through the want ads in my local newspaper, I happened to come across an ad for a massage. It read, Man for Man Massage, masculine, low rates, you won't be disappointed. Curiously, I called the guy and set up an appointment. I was about to give myself the best birthday present ever .....

My heart dropped and my dick twitched when he appeared at his door. He was beautiful. He looked like he just got back from a day of surfing. He had sandy blonde hair, copper tanned skin, and swollen muscles all over his body. The wife beater that he had on framed his beautiful pecs and nipples. And, the his tight shorts barely held back his cock.

We exchanged small talk and dealt with the formalities before he led me into his bedroom. He then excused himself and told me to get undressed and to lie down on his black statin covered bed. I nervously laid down on my stomach. He entered the room and because he detected my uneasiness he whispered in my ear, "everything is gonna be alright, I'll take care of you". When he said that all my fears melted away. He then placed his big manly hands on my back and touched me in a way that I had never been touched before. I felt his strength and masculinity radiate though out my body. And, it felt so good.

While he massaged my back and then my legs, my dick stiffened and oozed more pre cum. He then worked my arms and hands. He took my left hand and spent a good five minutes massaging my palm and fingers. Then all of a sudden, I felt a big long thick thing on the palm of my hand. I knew it wasn't a beer bottle or a tube of lube because it was fleshy and heavy. My heart raced even faster and my dick swelled more knowing that I had a dick in my hand. I felt excited because it was the first dick, besides my own, that I felt.

I turned around and looked at it for a minute. It was so beautiful. It was long with a thick mushroom head. I knew I had to have it in my mouth because my mouth was watering and craving it so bad. He positioned himself so his dick was right in front of my face. He nodded suggesting it was ok for me to go for it. I nodded back and slowly put it my mouth. Once it was in my mouth, fireworks went off and all my worries disappeared. I knew that this was want I wanted and more importantly, needed to cure my angst. As soon as he put his dick in my mouth, I knew that it belonged there. It was a weird feeling, but it felted like I found something that was missing for years. It was as if his dick was the key to my lock, my mouth. They just belonged together.