My First Fuck as a New Gay Guy

I’d just fucked a guy for the first time, and thinking back on it, I could only laugh at how wild it all was. I’d never felt attracted to men in my life, but right then, in that moment, I wanted to fuck, suck, and get sucked. Still, something was missing, and I was dying to know what it would feel like. I ended up not asking the guy to fuck me because, that day with May and her boyfriend, I’d felt way too awkward. With May around, things got kinda weird; she was always busting balls about everything, and sometimes it was straight-up embarrassing. At home, I tried using a vibrator some ex had left behind, but I hated the feeling — it was like I couldn’t find the right spot.

“Should I call him? But wouldn’t that be cheating on May?” — that thought wouldn’t leave my head. She had her thing going with him in an open relationship, but she seemed cool with it since she was the one calling the shots. If I went behind her back, I knew it’d piss her off. I needed to talk to her straight up first. I decided to call and figured if she brought it up, she might say something about what I wanted to do, and based on her answer, I could finally ask. So, I dialed.

“Hey, May, you good, girl?”

“Yeah… How you holding up, little fag?”

Ever since she saw me sucking her boyfriend’s dick, the bitch only called me that.

“For real, I’m still thinking about what went down; it was fucking awesome. We should do it again!”

“Hell yeah, we can set something up; you liked cock, huh?”

“I gotta admit, yeah, I did… Just one thing was missing.”

“I get it, dude, but that day he went soft after you rode him! He’s kinda fragile, man, and loves being the bottom bitch.”

“You cool if I ask for something?”

“Nah, fuck, spit it out…”

“Can you lend him to me?”

“Ohhh, you little queer, stop hitting on my man, damn!”

She never missed a chance to razz me.

“Yes or no, girl! Answer!”

“Sure, you can. Just you two?”

“If possible, yeah. As long as you’re not pissed…”

“I’m good with it, I’ll check if he wants to. Tomorrow night work?”

That’d be perfect. I had class with him, and we could come back here after. I said yes and started thinking about how to prep. My heart was pounding, I was hyped and nervous as hell about it. A hundred questions raced through my head, and I tried to come up with logical answers for everything. I wanted to do everything we’d done before, but slower, savoring it more, understanding the whole process better.

The next day, May had sorted it all out. He found me at the start of class in the hallways and came right over to say hi.

“Hey, all good? When you’re heading out, text me, okay?”

His words didn’t hint at anything; anyone overhearing wouldn’t have a clue what was coming after class.

“You got it! Deal!”

We didn’t say more than a couple sentences, and by the end of class, he was waiting by the parking lot to leave with me. The drive was chill. I thought it’d be awkward, but it was totally fine. Nobody brought it up, and we just trashed May and her crazy shit. I gotta confess, I was horny. The whole setup had me popping boners on and off. I’d felt that before; every time I took a girl home to hook up, it was the same vibe. But this time there was an extra kick: the thrill of it being wrong, forbidden. And that shit wrecked me.

When we got to my place, he asked to hit the bathroom, and I grabbed two beers to keep the chat going. When he came back, we sat down to talk, and he was the one who brought it up.

“You’re pretty brave, you know? Not many guys have the balls to try this! I’m stoked you picked me; I think you’re a hot dude.”

I got super awkward. When guys hit on me, I always felt hella uncomfortable, and this was no different. The issue was I couldn’t even hit back with “I think you’re hot too!” I thought he was a good-looking guy, but hot? Nah. Not that he wasn’t, but I just didn’t see men that way. What I felt was horniness for the dirty novelty. I didn’t know what to say and did what any average dude would: got rude.

“So, let’s do this?”

“I’m here for it, sir!”

He set his beer on the coffee table and came at me. I pulled him on top of me and raided his mouth with my tongue like a storm. It was weird running my hands over his body, feeling all those different textures. The hardness of his frame was brand new to me, nothing like the softness of women. His grip was intense, kinda dominant. He went for my neck, grabbing my short hair, and started kissing it. His scruffy beard scratched me and sent shivers down my spine. I just mirrored his moves, copying what he did. We weren’t totally in sync and kept bumping into each other somehow, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Clothes started flying off onto the living room floor. While I was wrestling my shirt off over my head, I felt his mouth on my chest, sucking my nipple. He teased it with his tongue, circled it, and gave hard pulls that sucked the soul right out of me. My dick was screaming in my pants by then, begging for room. I shook with every suck on my chest. I shoved him back to get some space and yank off my pants. He jumped at the roughness, but got it quick and started stripping too. Once we were naked, he climbed on me and attacked my cock with his hand and mouth. I got thrown back on the couch and had to spread like a deli chicken. That was all new to me. I had the first urge to say no, but his tongue roaming my balls and his hand jerking me off talked me out of it. I gave in, arms stretched out over the couch, frozen.

He hadn’t taken my dick in his mouth yet; just stroking me and licking my sack, sliding down toward my asshole. I lifted up to try and see what he was doing, but from that angle, it was tough. I just felt his hand exploring every inch, nonstop. He scratched, caressed, and pressed in spots. My eyes were closed when I felt something wet and hot on the head of my cock. His mouth wrapped around my tip, and I lost any last bit of control.

He sucked the tip lightly; I could feel his tongue tracing the head and the gentle pull. His other hand, not jerking me, had a finger rubbing something cold and creamy on my asshole, pressing in — yeah, he was gonna finger me!

“Don’t clench! Relax, we’ll go slow.”

His voice was boring, like a doctor walking me through a routine check.

His finger slid in, and I felt it making space inside me, like it was hunting for something. He kept thrusting in and out, never stopping the blowjob. Two fingers teamed up to push further, and it felt so fucking weird; horniness and nerves tangled up in my brain. Not long after, I was so relaxed I barely cared what he was shoving in me. Then he said:

“I’m gonna do something, but I don’t want you to cum yet, alright?”

I would’ve said something if I could, but he hit deep in a spot that made my whole dick heat up and get super sensitive. What came out of my mouth was a girly moan and total surrender to the orgasm. He’d found my prostate, I think; every touch there was insanely good, my brain couldn’t figure out where the wave was coming from, and it messed with my head.

While it still felt amazing, he stopped and slathered more lube on me. What he was doing was loosening me up for what was next.

“I’m gonna fuck you, cool?”

That question hit me like a ton of bricks. I was there to try it, but now I felt hella unsure about saying yes. I just nodded and took a deep breath.

Getting penetrated was a whole new world. I felt his cock giving me that teasing brush I loved doing to girls — now I was the one in that spot. He pushed the head at my entrance.

“Let me in, don’t clench or push out, okay?”

“Okay…”

I felt it forcing its way in, and it hurt like hell. “When does this start feeling good?” — I thought, trying not to show the pain. The head popped in; I could feel it inside, hot and uncomfortable. He started pushing slow, and I used my hands to help, spreading my cheeks. At some point, there was no more resistance, and he went all the way, hitting that magic spot. My dick wasn’t fully hard; maybe from the pain or nerves. He picked up speed a bit, pulling out and thrusting in, and I felt the friction deep inside. I started moaning like a bitch when he bottomed out. I didn’t want to stay in that position anymore.

“Can I get on all fours?”

I switched, and felt him come up behind me. Right then, I felt like a total slut, and I loved it. This time it was easier; I was more open, taking his thrusts with his strong hands slapping my ass. His body pressed into mine, sparking that hot friction. I wanted to figure out this pleasure I’d never felt before and couldn’t pinpoint. While he fucked me, I jerked myself off, and soon I came harder than ever. During my orgasm, moaning and shaking, he held me, pounding stronger until I started laughing.

“Fuck, this is so good…”

“You like it?”

“Shit… Way too good, but it hurts like a motherfucker.”

“You’ll get used to it with time.”

“Know what I want to finish with?”

I didn’t even realize it, but I was fully giving in to my vulnerable side, even flirting a bit.

“What?”

“Cum in my mouth?”

I went to him, gave a deep kiss, and slid down to his dick with a grin. Since last time, I’d liked the feel of it. It was good having his body in my mouth, hot and smooth. My lips got sensitive from the touch, and the slightly bitter taste was new. I explored him curiously, and before I knew it, I got what I wanted: he came down my throat. I swallowed, feeling the thick, sticky texture slide down slow.

We kept going till the wee hours. And this story… it’s still going.