Exploration

After a repressive adolescence, when I became independent I decided to experiment with life.

I was a regular buyer for an erotic newspaper, which ran a classifieds section that never failed to get my imagination running, and it was there that I found an ad from a fellow who lived in my vicinity. After a few days thinking about whether or not to contact him - working up the courage, I confess - it was in a fit of madness that I picked up the phone and sent a very short, very crude text message.

"I saw your ad in the XYZ newspaper. Got my attention. I live in the same area."

The reply came a day or two later, when I was at work. He asked if I was available for a first date in a public place, to find out if there was any empathy. I suggested to meet in a local pastry shop, which was never very busy, as it was essentially a factory that supplied other establishments, but which was exactly opposite of the local police station. It couldn't get any safer and it showed I knew the area. He agreed and even made a humorous remark that only a local would know that place. We made an appointment for the following day.

I left work and, strangely calm, took the bus home. When I went into the café, I had my backpack on my shoulder and a particular sweater tied around my waist, which was the indicator I'd arranged for him to recognize me. I stood at the counter so I could see who would enter and about ten minutes later he arrived, wearing denim shorts and fluorescent orange flip-flops, as he had told me. He spotted me and we stared at each other for a moment, each one of us free to look away and leave it at that, as agreed, but we ended up sitting at a table making small talk.

We had the same profile, both in our twenties, he being four years older, and the roughly the same kind of looks. I didn't dislike him, nor did he me. But he was a lot more experienced and quickly showed it when he asked me in a whisper:

- I'm bi. What about you? Are you a top or a bottom?

- I'm still trying to find out.

- Really? No idea whatsoever?

- Maybe more of a bottom.

We left the café when we were done with our drinks. On the street, walking side by side, he asked me if I really wanted to go through with it or if things ended there. He leaned his body towards me and I noticed the outline of his penis in his baggy shorts, which showed that there were no other clothes underneath. I made a phone call, arranging dinner with a friend for that evening, saying I was going to stop by someone else's house first, to create a trail, so there wouldn't be any problems; then we went to his house, which was close by. I'd known those apartment buildings since I was a kid and the apartment, small and old-fashioned, didn't surprise me. It was pleasantly cool inside. He shook the flip-flops from his feet as soon as he stepped inside and I followed suit, taking my sneakers off. He then pulled the T-shirt he was wearing over his head, dropped his shorts and showed himself to me, completely naked and erect.

He had a well-proportioned lump of flesh between his legs, which hung slightly downwards, with a heavy-looking sack completing the ensemble. A very slight beer belly overshadowed it. His pubis was covered in black hair, which looked trimmed. I liked what I saw and felt myself reacting to the situation. I emphasized that I was coming home from work and that I was sweaty, even though it was obvious. He led me to the bathroom.

I undressed, somewhat nervous, but in part relieved for finally taking off my clothes. He complimented me on my figure, amazed to see me completely shaved, and praised my bottom, which he said was as plump as a woman's. After some hesitation, we got into the stone bathtub together and he adjusted the taps and handed me the shower head. The water running down my back felt wonderfully. My own penis was on full display by then, engorged. He asked if he could help me, I nodded and soon felt his slender fingers running over my skin. While I washed my hair, he dedicated himself to washing every inch of skin he could reach. I couldn't help but shiver and sigh slightly when he rubbed a nipple and then cupped and pulled my scrotum slightly, feeling my testicles with his fingers. We both smiled in satisfaction at the turn of events.

After a quick shower, he handed me a fresh towel and I rubbed my body lightly; with the heat of the late summer day, I would soon dry off. He made a point of ostentatiously taking a sealed box of condoms out of a drawer in the bathroom cabinet after he had dried himself off.

- I have lube in the bedroom and in the living room. Where do you want to go?

I shrugged and he led me into the living room. I noticed a DVD box lying on the coffee table, where naked bodies could be seen on the cover. When the TV was turned on, a porn movie was, predictably, playing. Apparently, he had been getting himself ready before we met. I sat down on the sofa and grabbed him as he walked past me. For the first time I touched a penis other than my own. Without thinking, I slid my mouth over the head and only smelled the faint scent of washed skin as I pulled it in. He moaned and began to slowly wiggle his waist, enjoying my mouth, and that was when I fully realized that my mouth was full of man meat. I liked it, I liked what he was doing and I allowed myself to enjoy the moment.

A few moments later, he pulled himself from my mouth, so that he could reciprocate. One leg went over my head, with me slightly bent over the armrest, him leaning over me, moving to put me in his mouth, made for a poor attempt of a 69 that we tried our best to make work. I noticed a subtle taste starting to fill my mouth as I made every possible gesture to excite him, while his testicles hitting against my face every time he gently rammed in my mouth set a delicious rhythm. When the discomfort overcame the excitement of the moment, we separated and he faced me.

- For someone who's never sucked a cock, you do it like a pro.

I felt myself blush with embarrassment. I never knew how to deal with compliments, and even less so in a sexual context. I still had his member in my hand and was masturbating him lightly, almost unconsciously. My mind was in a haze of lust.

- You want to fuck me? Stick this cock up my ass?

- All of it, baby, and I'm going to make you come all over.

He pulled me by an ankle, lifted me from the cushions, bent me back and put his mouth to my anus. I moaned as his tongue began to massage the sensitive area but he soon got tired and asked me to get on all fours. Kneeling on the sofa, he pushed my legs apart and renewed the caress while stroking my buttocks with one hand and playing with my member with the other. I muffled my moans of pleasure in the cushions. I don't know how long it was but when I came back to reality I felt something cold slowly oozing between my buttocks, him spreading it over and around my entry. A firm pressure followed and one of his fingers slid into me.

- For a virgin, it was no trouble at all to stick a finger in you.

- Virgin, only for dick.

- You like playing with your ass, then?

- If I have it, I can do with it what I want.

He asked for a condom, all the while continuing to play with me. I struggled with the protective film and after that with the box itself to extract what he wanted. When I finally succeeded and made the gesture of handing it to him, there were already two of his fingers buried in me and fluid was dripping in thick threads from the bare, furiously red head of my member. He smiled, apparently very pleased with himself, twisted his fingers inside me, which caused me to spasm with pleasure, and slowly withdrew them.

He jumped from the couch and disappeared, leaving me aching where I was. Wet as I was, or felt, I didn't want to sit and ruin the couch, so instead got up from it. My anus was tingling, sending shivers up my spine. When he returned, his thick heavy member swaying with every step, he was carrying the towel I had used, which he threw on the sofa. He was standing in front of me when I sat down again. I reached for him again and pulled back his foreskin so I could admire the large head before greedily sucking on it and sliding my mouth over his meat. I'm not ashamed of the man I am but I found that penis more pleasing to the eye than my own, perhaps even beautiful. He allowed me to enjoy what I was doing for a few moments but was quick to pull back, releasing himself from the wet sleeve holding him with an audible pop. I was breathing heavy at this point. He picked the condom from the coffee table, ripped the wrapper open, and with quick fingers and sure gestures slid it over his flesh. I offered to do it for him but soon realized he wanted to show off a bit, when he made a point of smoothing over the condom more than it was necessary, shaking his member in front of my eyes to make it look more imposing in the process.

- I'm going to shove all of this up your ass and make you squeak like a rabbit.

If he said it right, he did it better, and soon I found myself on all fours on the sofa again. The wide but fabulously soft head went in without difficulty, but I complained when the hard shaft slammed into my anus and demanded passage. It was much more than I'd ever had inside me and, unlike my toys, alive and unbending. More lube and some patience and my resistance disappeared, replaced by a steady pressure and a growing sense of being filled. Minutes passed without me being aware of them, until I heard him whisper to my ear:

- Eighteen centimeters are already yours, beautiful.

- Fuck that ass!

The words came out of my mouth unconsciously and he didn't hold back, launching himself into a gentle back and forth motion that grew in intensity until I felt his heavy testicles hitting mine, creating an additional sensation of almost pain that only served to intensify the sensations coursing through me. Now, my anus burned and throbbed. I felt every thrust and retreat intensely. The pleasure heightened and the orgasm was close but elusive and I made the gesture of wanting to touch myself to grab it but he pushed me harder against the sofa and swatted my hand away from my penis, which was swinging back and forth, to the point of hitting my stomach.

- I said you were going to cum up your ass and you're going to cum up your ass, beautiful!

Surrendering to the sensations and the moment, I allowed him to do has he pleased. I was almost delirious when I felt a familiar pressure build up in me and an orgasm, similar and at the same time different from any other I'd ever had, overwhelmed me. I felt slightly dizzy and a feeling of languor came over me, although my body was still tense and available to the onslaughts I was receiving, wanting more. My lover carried on, picking up the pace, holding onto my waist, his hard meat ramming me until it became a feverish pounding. I heard him swallow a scream and while he had his orgasm, completely buried in me, I had a second orgasm that emptied my testicles onto the purple towel stretched out on the sofa. My body finally gave way and I buckled under his weight that forced me onto the cushions, still with my anus dilated and full of male. Both of us were breathing heavy, nearly out of breath. He pulled himself off my back, and we separated. I was between sore and numb but feeling. he was snorting with exhaustion. Has he sat back, I spun around and managed to look at him.

- What an ass!

I smiled, embarrassed, again. The evidence of my orgasm was smeared and rubbed on my belly. His was a thick ball that dangled from the tip of his still semi-erect member, inside the condom.

- How was it? Good?

- Yes. I wasn't expecting what happened.

He discarded the condom discreetly. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. My anus was a ring of fire, now pulsing, but it wasn't unbearable. I went back and we relaxed for a bit, the porn movie again on. I noticed him starting to grow again after a while as he watched the screen and I wondered if I could endure another assault, which in turn made my body stir. He seemed to read my mind.

- I'm up for another go if you are.

- I don't know if I can take it.

- Want to switch?

- Not really, no.

- Then you'll have to take it, sweet cheeks.

His member distended and engorged to full awake as we had our small exchange, the dark red head swollen and glistening. Dirty talk is not my strong suit but he was enjoying it and it was making for a nice mood.

- Can I get a blowjob first? That mouth of yours is something, too.

I reached for him across the sofa and set my mouth again on his fully erect meat. This time, it tasted salty, slightly bitter, but it wasn't unpleasant. I was in the want of having some time to take in the full of the experience and thus started slowly. The scent coming from his crotch was intoxicating now. He relaxed and allowed me do as I pleased, as I tried whatever came to my mind that could pleasure him, only occasionally guiding my movements or thrusting into my mouth.

Sometimes, when I got too bold, his hairs would tickle my nose. His breathy sighs were very pleasing to my ears, as I worked his hard tool. It was my turn to reach for an condom yet I handed it to him. I wanted the show off again. He obliged. I was turning to get back into the same position when he nudged forward, then pulled back me against him, forcing one of my legs over his waist. We were on our sides, laying on the couch. Now I was at a loss: in my mind, in my fantasies, it all had revolved around me being on my hands and knees, always. Then I felt his meat slide between my buttocks and push inside me in one single thrust. It forced me into a full erection, as I let out a small whimper. Again, I complained, but for only a moment, out of surprise. I was now aware how dilated I was. How ready and willing to take him again.

He stood still for a moment, enjoying me, my bottom, then started on a slow pace, making me feel every single bit of him as he pulled back to again push into me. Soon, I was leaking, long thin clear strands dribbling from the head of my engorged member. He cupped my testicles, taking advantage of the fully open access to my body he had, and squeezed and pulled on them, which made me shudder, the feeling teetering between pleasure and pain. My shaft jolted up, slapping louder against my stomach as he rammed harder into me a few times. This time, I wasn't going to touch myself; I wanted that full body orgasm, that had drained me dry, once more.

Our coupling continued, him setting the pace at his whim. My own orgasm built more slowly and I took and enjoyed his passion as his movements grew faster and harder, enjoying his heavy sack hitting my own, again giving me that feeling of near pain that only served to add a little more spice to what I was getting. A sharper movement from him, as if trying to drive himself deeper into me than he already was tipped me over the edge and my orgasm washed over me. I pushed against him, my body convulsing, as thick ropes gushed from my penis and painted my stomach and chest, and my mind swirled and spun, the pleasure overwhelming my senses. Seeing me orgasm inflamed him and he pulled my leg higher, opening me more to his assault, and I was soon feeling him pull himself completely from me just to drive himself in again. When his climax finally came, I received a final barrage of short hard thrusts that dilated my already punished sphincter to a new extreme, until he finally withdrew from me, exhausted and sated.

Covered in my own fluids, twice, I wanted nothing more than to wash it off, so we moved to the bathroom for another shower, this time much longer and relaxed. With the lukewarm water running down my back, he massaged my buttocks and anus - I was starting to truly feel sore by then - with firm but gentle gestures, which slowly coaxed a new erection from me. He nestled his own renewed erection between my buttocks but I couldn't take him again and told him so. I didn't, however, stop him when he took my penis in his hand and began to masturbate me in slow movements, only to have him on his knees swallowing me completely a few moments later, while he continued to caress my bottom. It felt good but I knew I wouldn't be able to finish. I was well worn and spent for the day.

He understood but his erection and desire wouldn't wane. I set myself again to pleasure him as best as I could, proud to hear him moan and praise me as I used my mouth on him, kneeling on the bathtub. Refusing to allow him to finish in my mouth, I took him until the last possible moment. With a firm grip on his testicles, I delayed his orgasm as long as I could, denying his body of the preparatory contraction of ejaculation. He asked if he could finish on me and I obliged. A few small spurts of white liquid marked his last orgasm, which I let split between my fingers and dribble onto my chest. With a loud moan and a deep groan, he was satisfied. I rubbed what remained on my hands on his thighs and pubis, matting the thick black hair.

After our shower, he walked me to the door, still completely naked. We said goodbye with a promise to meet again, I went home to change and left to meet my friend. Nearly three hours had passed and I didn't feel anything resembling of regret. I was sexually satiated, in a way I had never felt before, and happy for having lived a new experience. I ended up not repeating the encounter because I soon realized that he wanted to invest himself emotionally in something that for me came down to satisfying a curiosity and a need for personal exploration.

At dinner, my friend asked me what the occasion was for inviting her out in such an unexpected way and, after some hesitation, I ended up telling her what had happened, to much of her glee. And in detail, much by her insistence.