My Only One

The Very First Time(s)

In my mid-twenties I was working at a food distribution company loading trucks and making deliveries. Next door was a day care center. One day one of the young women that worked there was outside flirting with me while I worked. She teased me saying that she and Robbie, the young Black guy that worked with her, liked to watch me and fantasize about being with me. I laughed, but I was flattered. Cindy was kind of a hippie chick and she would probably be a lot of fun to be with. But I found myself thinking more about Robbie and that a man was looking at me like that. I had never seen a guy that I wanted, nor daydreamed about sex with a man. Robbie, however, was working his way into my thoughts more and more. Maybe because he was Black? He was an unassuming guy a little shorter than me, slim with natural hair, parted in the middle, that fell below his ears in tight ropes., eyebrow that looked almost sculpted, and wire-rimmed glasses. He favored loose fitting clothes while working with the kids, but I could tell he was not too pumped up but he was fit. I realized that now I was checking him out, too.

Thoughts swirled around in my head more and more and a pressure in my chest began to build. What is he like? Why am I so attracted to him? What would it be like to be with him? I saw him looking at me whenever he could and I liked it.

Finally I decided I had to meet him some way that would not be too obvious. I was not about to ask him out. I was too shy to even go up to him. What would other people, the guys I worked with, say?

On the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, I hatched a plan. After work instead of riding my bicycle straight home, I lingered in a nearby park and waited for the hour or so for the day care center to empty out. I circled the parking lot until Robbie came out. I rode by as he was driving out of the lot and made eye contact with him and smiled and gave a little wave. He nodded back as I pretended to bump into the curb and almost fall off my bike. He pulled to a stop and rolled the passenger window down to ask if I was okay. I told him I was okay and I guessed that I must have been distracted seeing him. My heart was beating in my throat. I stammered something and he asked me if I wanted to grab a beer to celebrate the three-day weekend. Oh, Yes! I was relieved that he seemed to have understood my ploy.

There was a neighborhood bar just a block or two away. I rode over in a confused daze, locked my bike to the light pole and saw Robbie walking towards me. I tried to act cool as we shook hands and formally introduced ourselves. Inside we sat facing each other in a booth as the bar filled with locals. I fought back the urge to slam my beer down, and we made some of small talk before Robbie asked me if running into him had been a coincidence or a plan. I admitted the truth, sure I was blushing. I think somehow he must have known I was not a regular in any gay scene. I Was so nervous. He admitted that he was attracted to me as well, that he had been checking me out. We were quiet for a while and he asked me if I wanted another beer, maybe at his apartment? I said that I would like that. We loaded my bike into his car and made the drive to his place. I watched him while he drove. He did not have any facial hair to speak of. Perfect teeth. Slender arms. He had a lot of hair and maybe he had lightly tinted it a while ago. He smiled when he looked over at me. I swallowed hard. I was moving forward to something. What?

In his little apartment, he offered me a place on the couch. I asked for water instead of beer. Robbie sat next to me. Awkward silence. Robbie touched the side of my face and asked me if I had ever been with a man. No, I said, but you are so beautiful to me that I well... Really? You think I am beautiful? I put my hand on his thigh. We looked into each other's eyes and I wet my lips. He came closer. I took a breath.

It was the best kiss of my life by far. His lips were soft but he was stronger and a little more aggressive than any woman I had ever kissed. Each kiss was a bit deeper, a little longer. A little wetter, with bit more tongue. It was the best making out ever. We kissed and kissed, our lips straying to our faces and necks.

As it would for a while, time disappeared. Can we go further? Robbie asked. My expression said please. We took off our shirts. Robbie kissed down my neck and let his tongue caress my nipples. I held his head in my hands and kissed it. He smelled of coconut.. He pulled off my pants and looked and my erection. A smile and a look of desire crossed his face. Robbie stepped out of his pants and his penis swung loose. His cut cock was a bit bigger than mine, backed by tight swirls of pubic hair. I stood and we embraced. The feeling of our hard cocks pressing together was another wonderful new feeling.

Robbie led me to his bedroom and had me lay back as he played with my balls and started on the most extraordinary blow job I had ever had. The way he put my balls in his mouth, licked the head of my dick, kissed the shaft, all while caressing me were revelations. As I would for the rest of the evening, I learned from Robbie and did my best to follow his lead, doing to him what he did to/for me. I had never tasted nor felt anything like his penis and balls. What surprised me was that I was not shocked or surprised, and I did not hesitate. It just seemed so perfectly natural. Of course I would be doing this with this guy; this virtual stranger was Robbie, and as I tried to give him the best that I could, it felt like I had known him forever. He would coach me and tell me where to linger, how to suck him just the way he liked, and he made it clear I was to guide him in pleasing me as well. He gave me a lesson in rimming. His tongue was a talented tease. In my turn, I found the bumps and the rosebud and little hairs around his ass to be delightful. His lubed fingers were the first inside my hole. He massaged my prostate to the point I had an out-of-body experience.

I want to be inside you, Robbie said. Yes, please. I wanted only to get closer and closer to him. Even more lube was applied.. On my back with my legs resting on his shoulders, Robbie place his beautiful cock between my ass checks, then circled his erection around my asshole, slowly, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside me. He waited for me to catch my breath, asked how I was and took my moan for a positive sign. When he was all the way in, he leaned close and kissed me deeply and long and we stayed like that for a while before he started to move in and out, slowly in and out. Instinctively, I found my sphincter muscles gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside me. Robbie told me how much he liked that and we fell into a rhythm that rendered time irrelevant. His hands kept my dick hard and he changed his position so we could resume kissing. Holding on to him and feeling the smooth skin of his back and ass sliding back and forth caused me to become almost delirious. That another man was making me feel this good, that another man would be sending ropes of semen deep inside me was just fine. That man was Robbie.

When I slid into Robbie, it was tight but after I popped in, I could feel his energy. Being inside him was a closeness that I had never experienced. Dripping with sweat, our bodies slick, I held out as long as I could. I screamed something as I came. We wrapped ourselves in each other's arms and legs and kissed and whispered to each other. I heard myself ask if I could stay with him. Of course, he answered. And we rested and made love again and again through the darkness.

I stayed the weekend inside Robbie's apartment, getting dressed again only on Monday evening. Robbie was a gentle, loving teacher. I was more open with him than anybody I had ever known. It all seemed right, so I felt I could say anything to him. And we did everything. His beautiful dark skin always in contact with my light skin. A classic photograph in my memory. Lovers.

After a lingering kiss, I left Robbie's apartment thoughts flashing through my head and my heart still in my throat. I felt physically spent yet light and floating. But what had just happened? What was next? How did I feel? What did I want to reveal? What would people think? Did I want more? Only that question had an answer: Yes.

As I rode my bike down the street towards my apartment, I passed a pretty Latina, and I still found her pretty and sexy, too. At work on Tuesday, the receptionist, an Asian girl with a great smile and beautiful hair, was still a wonderful first person to see in the morning. And the secretary, an older Italian woman with big boobs and a flirtatious manner still made me smile and daydream about sexy nights on the Amalfi coast. None of the guys I worked with looked any different to me. When I went to the martial arts dojo that afternoon, the guys training there did not turn into potential sex partners; I did not worry that I had been missing out. When I spared and grappled with them I did not get an erection. But any thought of Robbie stirred my loins.

Of course I had asked him, and he had agreed to keep us a secret, but I did give him a smile and a surreptitious wave when I saw him escorting some little kids to the playground. Seeing him set off a tumbling of thoughts and memories: the feel of his smooth ass, the smell of the coconut products he used on his hair and skin, the musky smell and taste of his balls and penis and the rosebud of his asshole. And his kisses.

Time, again such an illusion, was speeding up or slowing down slowing down. I could not wait to be in his apartment again just to be with him.

I bounded up the steps to his apartment that evening. He opened the door just enough for me to slide through and face him. Hello. I was again startled and thrilled with the strength of his kiss. Thick warm lips. Searching tongue. An embrace that would save me. The overwhelming feeling was not of lust or desire but of relief. I felt all the pressures of the outside world dissipate as I stepped into his apartment. I just needed to be with him. But there was lust and there was desire.

With very little small talk or politeness, we were naked in bed. I was kissing him all over. Down his neck to his smooth flat chest, over his abs, and down, stopping to let his curly pubic hairs tickle my face. He ran his fingers through my hair as my lips encircled the mushroom head of his cock. I worked my mouth down the dark brown shaft, using my lips and tongue.

Though I had only been at it for three days, I was attempting to become a master at sucking Robbie's penis. I could not get it all in my mouth without gagging - but we kept our senses of humor about it and I vowed to keep practicing. I cupped his balls in my hands and sucked them one at a time into my mouth. I felt so connected to him. His trust turned me on. He had me turn and straddle him and he slid me back so that he had unfettered access to my butt and hole while I continued my study of his cock. The passion coming through his tongue to my asshole was obvious. Oh my.

Robbie had told me that with his previous boyfriend he had bottomed the majority of the time but he liked to top and thought we could let that sort itself out naturally. That he had said previous boyfriend indicated to me that he was already thinking of me as his boyfriend and that he was alluding to the future of our lovemaking, moved me in a way I could have never imagined before. So soon? So fast? I felt no qualms, no tension, only acceptance and openness.

His cock was so hard he dripped some precum. I reached over to the bedside table and got the lube and handed it back to him. He lubed me up and rubbed his cock with some as well. I turned around and he carefully placed his penis inside me as I lowered myself onto him. In this my fourth day of man to man sex, I discovered that I liked the positions that we faced each other. I loved to look at him. He placed his hands on my butt and helped me squat up and down on him, squeezing him on the upstroke for all I was worth. After a few minutes, my legs shaking, I put my knees along his hips and sat down then only moving a couple of inches up and down and up and down.. His cock rubbed my prostate, and I had to stop every once in a while to keep from unloading, and so Robbie could control himself as well. We had cum with each other so many times times over the Memorial Day weekend that there was no hurry here. We just wanted closeness, and I wanted to practice control. I had never been this turned on and told him so. He beamed. He asked me if I was surprised that another man could make me feel this way. It should, I told him but I look at you and feel you, I said, and the only surprise is that I am not shocked, just overcome with passion and lust.

I felt my orgasim building to the point of no return. I called him my darling as my cum flowed out, and I felt his spasm of release and felt the ropes of semen deep inside me. I moved up and down and up and down to milk out every drop. I bent to kiss him and saw the emotion in his eyes.

Robbie had known he was gay before he hit adolescence. Being a slightly built Black guy had made being gay about as difficult as it could get. Most of his friends were either girls or one of his many siblings and cousins. Both his grandmothers loved and accepted him and since they were the matriarchs of their families, Robbie was safe and loved at home. Robbie did not wish to be a girl, but he liked some things that people think of as girly. He liked things that boys like, too. He wanted to be himself and like what he liked, do what he wanted, not be put in a box. And love whomever he loved.

For a slight Black kid with gentle features and glasses, bullying and fear of dangerous rejection lurked around many corners. He eventually fell into a gay scene in the city and at the university and started working backstage at a local theatre group as they tended to be a tolerant lot.. Like any 18 year old guy, he had sex with anyone and everyone who would have him. He settled down enough to have a couple of serious relationships by the time I met him at 24.

He told me the first time he saw me that I was goofing around with some of the families dropping kids off at the center. He liked that, and he thought I looked like the guy in a magazine advertisement he liked so that he was almost instantly attracted to me.. I looked like someone in an ad? This beautiful man was attracted to me? I was incredulous but happy.

We had fallen asleep, and I woke completely intertwined with him. Robbie's cock rested on my thigh which sparked an erection for me. He opened an eye and spied that. Really? He looked at my hard cock and giggled. Come on. He pulled me on top of him and guided me inside for some love making. You feel so good we said in unison and we were not laughing. His legs wrapped around me, embracing me with his arms as well. A couple inches in, a couple inches out, completely in his grip.

I woke up in his arms again. How many days since that first time? I had had more sex, more orgasms in the last five days than in the last five years it seemed. I gazed at him. Pretty is the word that described him, I thought, his soft features. those killer brown eyes.

Over a high-fiber breakfast, we talked about how all our sex, all our fucking had been slow and easy, prehaps in part because of my novice status. Despite our passion, we had not just fucked as hard as we could. I told him I had to go to work in five minutes, going to my place first for a change of clothes. He informed me that he had the skills to make me cum in under three minutes, guaranteed. Prove it. And he came to me in the kitchen. Opened his robe and wrapped his leg around me as we kissed. Hard. We bounced to the couch where using our combined spit for lube, I entered Robbie and went at cumming as fast as I could. He not only excited me with his being, he milked me with spicter control. Oh my.

My legs wobbled down the stairs and my head spun the rest of the day with thoughts of him. When I saw him at the day care center later in the day, I shook my legs in a little dance that I think only he saw. He flashed a grin.

As I got into my car that afternoon, I saw a post-it under the wiper blade. Coming over?

As we ate a dinner of eggs and salad, Robbie confessed he was quite taken with me. Taken the word he used. I told him a force stronger than gravity pulled me to him.

Pillow talk is the best way sometimes to learn about someone; your defenses are lowered. We found out that we both like to watch baseball and track and field. Robbie liked to draw. I liked Jeet Kune Do, and studying Asian cultures. We both were learning to cook. We liked to travel but didn't often, yet. That he was versatile and since I liked being with him however I could be, I was versatile, too Also, Robbie wanted to become a teacher and I had just finished taking classes to get my teaching license.

I told him after dinner that I would like to slow down my lust and just explore our bodies. Massage? he asked.

The lights were low. We were naked. Robbie lay face down on the bed. I dropped some oil on his back and spread my hands slowly up his spine. And again, searching for knots, sometimes barely touching him. Moving my hands in opposite directions across his lower back. Kneading his shoulders. Robbie sighed. His body was remarkably free of knots and gristle. I used my nails and lightly scratched his back and then his head. I used my face and forehead and my hair. Just any way to lightly touch him. I used some more oil on his arms and hands. I thought I knew his hands after all the touching we had done but slowly massaging each finger and pressing the palms was delightful for me, And his nails, hands and feet were painted in clear nail polish, emmaculate and sexy. I worked on the back of his neck, slid down his back again and pressed my palms in his glutes. I separated the checks and swirled my thumbs on each one. Down the thighs I worked, especially the inner thigh. then on to the calves and feet where I spent a lot of time, working between the toes, using my knuckles on the arches.

Turn over please, sir.

I moved back up the legs, inside the thighs, just a butterfly tease on the balls and cock, before sliding up a well- oiled abdomen and chest. I moved to the end of the bed and give him a face and head massage.

I went around, got on the bed and spread his legs. Kneeling between them, I slid the back of my hands up his inner thigh and cupped his large balls in my hands. Squeezing and stroking them and watching his penis go from semi-erect to hard, I rotated my hands on his shaft then used my thumb to massage the gland, underside of his cock. I have never taken as much pleasure as I did working to make Robbie feel good. I cupped his balls again and this time I stroked his perineum as well. And then I pressed the opening of his anus with my thumb. And back to the penis.

I oiled myself and slid up his body and placed my forehead on his. He opened his eyes and we looked deeply into each other, breathing slowly.

I got up and brought him a glass of water. I climbed in next to him, pulled a sheet over us and started to drift off hearing his voice say thank you and tomorrow it is your turn.

It was Friday, our one week anniversary. We had been together six out of seven nights, only one because I left his place early Monday evening after unexpectedly staying for the three-day holiday weekend. Thursday Robbie had indeed reciprocated on the tantric-like massage. Not cumming and getting such a deep sleep had truly revived me. Not having an orgasm after the sensual caressing that I got was hard to believe.

I mentioned to Robbie that I thought Cindy from the daycare might suspect something was up between us. He agreed and asked me how I felt about that. I was not sure, but I did not feel mortified or anywhere near as uncomfortable as I thought I might. I was more comfortable, more sure every second. At first Robbie just cocked his head and smiled. Then he asked: more sure of what? Of my feelings.

Which are? That I care about you and that I don't care who knows. No need to do anything now, Robbie said. Let's just be. Let's go out, he said a moment later - show me your apartment.

My bedroom was nice and clean, luckily, and we christened it I caught sight of us in the mirror. The way his ass was moving and changing angles and thrusting. I think the neighbors may have suspected something too. The curve of his penis massaged my prostate and eventually I came in waves as Robbie's semen flowed into me.

Afterwards more pillow talk. One whole week. Eight days actually. Plans for the weekend? No, you? Nope. Cool.

We walked to the large farmers' market and picked seasonal fruits, vegetables and greens. I was attracted to the Asian eggplant. for the first time. Free samples. Flowers. Fresh bread. Free range chicken. We bumped into each other a lot. We walked over to the park and ate a picnic lunch and watched a little league game for a while.

Back at my apartment, we lounged on the couch and talked and laughed and goofed around. I did some cleaning and laundry while Robbie did his nails and called his grandmother then his sister. In both conversations, I overheard him saying: I'm doing very well... great actually... yes... maybe and he laughed.

We made a dinner of braised chicken and vegetables and salad with crusty bread. High fiber fresh fruit for dessert of course.

We sat intertwined on the couch watching TV. Well, I was watching while Robbie twirled my hair and looked at me. What? You know. Yes, I think I do. We looked at each other for a few moments then said together - I love you. And we laughed

And we kissed.