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I stood on the balcony looking out over Piazza San Marco. The first day of my solo trip to Italy: Venice first, then heading south.
The trip I'd been promising myself since the breakup. She was a truly wonderful woman, but something had been missing between us for a few years. We parted amicably and went our separate ways.
Now, here I am, twelve months later, "finding myself in my thirties" - God, is that cringe?
Maybe I'll meet a beautiful, Italian woman. A millionaire heiress with long legs. We'll bump into each other, she drops her -- I don't know, Biscotti? -- sparks fly. Married in a month.
Yeah, right. Let's keep it realistic.
I stared down at the latest dating app -- "Sign up! :) Fall for the person, not the profile!" -- and swiped it closed, exasperated at the thought.
No. No apps. I'm here to actually meet people. I took a deep breath and admired the city view from my balcony. I need something different. Something new.
At the hotel bar that evening, I got chatting with another guest -- a stylish, alluring, silver fox type. He was keen to talk, and I thought, how refreshing. Just a nice guy with a great vibe.
Our small talk turned to medium talk, and I barely noticed the young bartender pouring our second glass of Barolo -- deep, sophisticated, and complex. Or so my companion told me, eyes sparkling as he swirled the glass with a teasing confidence.
The penny dropped -- He's flirting with me!
Okay. Right. Cool.
Do I... Do I like it?
After a quick mental regroup, I convinced myself I was just playing along. I enjoyed his company, that's all. I wasn't thinking past the next five minutes -- his fresh energy was a welcome distraction.
But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fallen under his spell. He was charming, confident. He smelled amazing. An electric tingle shot through me when our hands brushed at the crowded bar. I felt anonymous. Should I flirt back?
I felt the desire. He knew, and he played up to it. What did I do? I soaked up his compliments and subtle touches like a sponge, of course. What can I say -- we were having a great night!
He bragged about an expensive bottle of Dolcetto he'd been saving and suggested a nightcap. His hand brushed my thigh, there's that tingle again.
I accepted -- I wanted to hear more, to see where this could go.
In the elevator, we stood close. Silent. He glanced -- very intentionally -- down at my bulge.
I liked it. I wanted him to make a move.
His charm, his fragrance, two glasses of full-bodied red... endorphins flooded my body in that cramped little space.
Our eyes locked. I felt myself leaning into him when -- PING -- the elevator bumped to a stop and the doors opened.
"This is me," he said, leading the way to his room.
I took a deep breath, thinking, What was THAT?! as I followed him down the hall.
He had the best suite in the hotel -- with a view that probably cost more than my flight -- while I tried not to look too impressed, he uncorked and poured the wine.
We cheers'd and tasted. Eye contact, obviously. Standing as close as we were in the elevator felt even more electric now in the privacy of his suite.
"Smooth, supple, and a little spice," he said of the flavour.
Okay, now you're just describing yourself, I fired back playfully.
We stood in silence, holding each other's gaze over the wine, the tension peaked.
He leaned in to kiss me, my heart was pounding, and I responded. Our lips met. Tongues enwrapped. It felt... wonderful.
My instincts and desire took over, lost in the moment, his mouth felt warm, inviting. It was delicious.
Kissing another man, passionately, it was sensual. I opened my eyes almost in disbelief.
What is happening?
It felt right. I let myself go, I wanted him, I wanted more.
We began unbuttoning each other's shirts. I was nervous -- he knew. He took control and slid my shirt off. "You're so hot" he said quietly as he ran his hands over my chest and arms.
His confidence, his attentiveness, his touch. I relaxed into him.
He pulled his shirt off, my eyes lit up at his hot body. My hands smoothed over his muscular, hairy torso, his biceps felt dense under my touch.
We kissed as we undressed. He tugged at my pants and released my thick, stiff cock. His fingers gently exploring and stroking my length, cupping and fondling my balls.
"Ahhh" I gasped. God, that feels good!
We kissed again "Mmmm," I moaned into his mouth as his hands stroked my body, groped my ass. This heady mix of new sensations rushing through me. I undid his belt and he pulled down his pants and boxers. His huge rod bounced out.
I looked down in admiration at his massive cock - thick, veiny and with a beautiful swollen bellend. I touched him, it was warm, fleshy and intimidatingly firm, crowned with a big dark bush. I reached down to his balls, he moaned with pleasure as I explored him.
We kissed and caressed each other's naked bodies -- our hard cocks pressed together -- it was deeply arousing, my head was spinning.
Maybe I had been starved of touch, of intimacy, after so long being single. But this... this was different. This was new, this was electric. I kissed him harder than I knew I could.
I wanted more -- "Fuck - you're hot" -- I whispered to him.
He led me to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the pristine white sheets. He leant over me, we kissed again.
He worked his way down my body nibbling my neck, kissing my chest, my inner thighs. Instinctively, I parted my legs for him.
He let his mouth run gently over my whole crotch. He moaned approvingly as he inhaled and tasted every inch, burying his face in my bush and groin.
I felt his lips, his tongue, on my tip. I gasped as my penis twitched to the touch. I watched, he looked up at me as he teased, a playful smile curling his mouth.
"Is that good?" He asked knowingly between licks. "Yeah" I said back "So good!".
He lapped my precum "Mmm" he hummed through soft delicate lips as he tasted me.
He took my hard cock in his hand and gently pulled back my foreskin, running his tongue over my bellend, exploring me with wet, swirling strokes, before taking me fully in his mouth.
"Ahh... Uhh... Uhhh... Fuck, that feels good".
I gasped, overcome with the rush of sensation, it was both electric and sensual. I looked down to see my thick cock in his mouth -- his lips wrapped tightly around my shaft -- and it was incredible. It felt amazing. And somehow, it felt emotional. Euphoric.
He gulped and slurped enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down, his wet lips smacked as my bellend slid in and out of his mouth, his hand gently jerking me as he worked my length.
He sucked me deeper. His tongue swirled around my sensitive tip, his saliva ran down my balls.
"Mmm... Uh... Uhhh... Yehh..." I watched him. My glistening shaft gliding in and out of his mouth.
My moans deepened, my rod disappear between his lips. He moved with rhythmic strokes. I caught our reflection in the full-length mirror -- fuck, we look good -- his head bobbing against my crotch, his strong hands gripping my thighs, my shaft.
He moved down and tongued my balls, sucking them into his mouth while gently jerking my rigid cock. He was slow and measured, taking his time, exploring every inch in detail. His wet mouth running all over me, devouring me, tasting me. It was exquisite.
Mmmm you taste so good he moaned and ran his mouth back up my length to suck me again. His big strong hands grabbed my thighs underneath as he went to work. His head bouncing, my rock-hard cock slick with his saliva.
My breath quickened, I grew rigid -- harder in his mouth. He responded with fast, silky glides up and down. He moaned in anticipation, he knew I was close, his tongue flicked all over my tip with lusty precision.
My eyes closed and my head rolled back. I gasped--
"Ah... Ahh... AHHhhhh--!"
My body jerked. A thick spurt of warm cum pulsed though my length and splashed into his waiting mouth. My God, it felt incredible. Like my first time all over again. My legs spasmed, my penis twitched sensitively as he sucked harder.
He moaned, approvingly, sucking hungrily at my throbbing cock. "Ah... ah... uhh" Another hot load shot into his mouth. He didn't stop. His lips sealed around me, coaxing every drop of my creamy cum and lapping at my tip for more.
My eyes opened wide, I was breathless, gasping. My body in spasm.
As I relaxed, catching my breath, I looked down at him as he continued sucking gently -- my sticky cock slowly softening in his mouth.
That was... the best suck I'd ever received.
His eyes met mine -- this beautiful man, his lips glistening, his expression tender -- and my head spinning.
I think... I had to get out of there.
I rushed. Grabbed my clothes. Pulled on my boxers.
"Hey, it's okay," he said calmly, watching me go.
Back in my room, I collapsed on the bed, my heart racing.
And relived what just happened. Going over every detail in my mind. What have I done?!
That was...
That was... wonderful!
Which is exactly what scared me.
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Thank you for reading His First Time: Part 1 -- Desire.
This is part 1 of a trilogy.
I write original, character-driven erotica exploring bi awakenings, power play, anonymous encounters, and everything in between.
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