My Cock and Condoms Ch. 01

Literotica needs a bisexual tag, not to mention there is not really a proper category for this anyways

Condoms have been a part of my sexual life over decades, starting in my very early teenage years (pre-dating Aids) to the present day. They remain a complicated subject, being part of the split between thinking about the longer term compared to the immediate intoxicating joy of naturally flowing sex among willing partners.

My first orgasm involved a lubed condom during a sleepover at a friend's house. A friend who had recently hosted a previous group sleepover featuring one boy showing off his erect cock while stroking. We were all naked after looking at a couple of shared Penthouses and Playboys. That experience made a more than subtle impression on both of us, him and I supplying the magazines we all looked at.

The next time I slept over, after we were sure that everyone else in the house was asleep, we got naked in our sleeping bags while looking at a couple of magazines, talking about the pictures, agreeing that Penthouse was much better at showing pussy. A subject of which we knew basically nothing, apart from what was being written about and displayed on the pages, and an awareness fucking meant a cock inside a pussy. Not that we had ever seen magazine pictures of a hard cock, for that matter.

Though we had seen a real one being stroked in front of us a couple of weeks ago, demonstrating how to masturbate. His expression was our first time seeing someone turned on in person. Like my friend, I had my hand on my cock as we kept glancing over at each other, knowing we were getting turned on by the same thing. Creating sensations that we definitely wanted to recreate at the next opportunity.

The pictures from a new Penthouse were creating a mood between us, one that lusciously drew us together even better than during that earlier group sleepover. After touching our cocks for a couple of minutes talking about the pictures, the results were not possible to hide. He then told me he had a couple of condoms, asking would I like to try them out with him at the same time?

My knowledge of condoms was roughly at the same level as my knowledge of pussy, especially since the Trojan ads in both publications were as obvious as the women. The connection between condoms and sex was straightforward even for someone just entering puberty. He sat up and flipped the sleeping bag top aside. Doing the same, we just looked at each other, hands on cocks, seeing how they had already swelled, our faces showing the effect of touching like that.

Receiving a condom from a naked friend made me feel very adult. Ripping open the package, the amount of lube was a surprise. Seeing how he used a finger to gather the excess on the outside of the foil to put over his cock head, I did the same. Groaning in something like shock at how fantastic doing that felt, just like he had.

We were getting excited in a way never before experienced, beyond any resistance as the situation developed. He said you needed to put on a condom before fucking, adding in a moan how now was a good time to try together. Taking the condom out, I agreed, looking up from his cock to his face, with the same sort of sexy expression seen a couple of weeks earlier.

Placing the rolled latex over my cock, I began sliding it over the tip. My friend had unrolled his over his cock head, watching how he used a finger to spread the lube from inside the package over his swelled shaft. His eyes began fluttering as he kept looking at my face, the condom now covering his cock.

Unlike him, I unrolled mine the wrong way, a problem that often happens to me even now. Whether that counts as a condom disadvantage too is a matter of perspective. Back then, my cock was small enough that it was still possible to cover it. The sensations were unimaginably amazing, cock inside something designed for sex. Neither of us were even really stroking, though the sensations grew even better as our cocks became more erect. We could not stop gasping in shared pleasure, barely able to talk but unwilling to stop as our words became dirtier and more direct.

A purely sexual pleasure, words and faces revealing how deeply we had fallen under an enticingly captivating spell. One that left us both spent, falling asleep in mutual contentment. In my case, with the condom still on. Leading to a certain learning experience about how important it is to take a used condom off. Needing to pee hours later, I did not realize it was still on as it swelled up, wondering at the heavy wet warmth surrounding my shaft. This resulted in a luckily cleanable mess, resulting in absolutely no interest in water sports, as the entire aftermath was seriously embarrassing.

Amazing as that first time was, we soon moved on to naked and lubed jacking off in front of each other after looking at mags, which we acquired in increasing variety, such as Genesis, High Society, Club, and of course Hustler. Still a great introduction to what sex could feel like, especially the way Vaseline seemed to melt into a perfect slipperiness from the heat of a stroked shaft. A slipperiness that made looking at each other jacking off heavenly, the sight of his cock much hotter than any pictures in the magazines.

However, this sort of masturbation was revealed to be incomplete after experiencing sex with my first girlfriend. In the first couple months we generally did not use condoms, instead favoring a contraceptive foam barrier from what was basically a vaginal suppository, requiring a 10 minute wait before being effective. It also made oral sex unpleasant, and doing a bit of pre-Internet research, turned out to be minimally effective compared to other methods. When she went on the pill, she was somewhat dissatisfied how it flattened her cycle, something I could recognize.

Though my very first experience with condoms involved a Trojan, at 18 they were not as satisfying. Leading to trying a Fourex lamb skin version, which came in a small blue plastic two part bottle. The abundant lube was excellent for fucking, as was the way the condom was loose around my cock, making her pussy feel much better than a tight sheath of latex. The lube did not smell good, a minor quibble, since it was associated with fucking her.

Latex condoms remained something used occasionally, introducing us to what it feels like when a condom breaks. Being loose, the lamb skin condoms never had that problem.

Condoms make practical sense, especially for a man with no interest in causing a pregnancy. Condoms being basically in male hands, so to speak. For straight men, preventing pregnancy is likely the primary concern, followed by fear of disease considerably further back in second place. However, as that broken condom made clear, sex without a condom is simply better in a sneakingly seductive way.

Among other things, condoms are an interruption. One that can feel unnecessary as you both enjoy a cock sliding over a slit, letting the sensations guide you ever further into mutually seductive satisfaction, both thinking how the condom can be put on later as a soft wet pussy surrounds a hard cock going ever deeper.

Since this is intended to be about condoms, learning about control at various levels is part of a different, broader discussion. By the time my first girlfriend and I broke up, things were changing. Condoms were now as important in stopping Aids as stopping pregnancy. Lamb skin disappeared, being considered an inadequate viral barrier. In a similar sense, Vaseline was no longer desirable to use as it dissolved latex, though it had been my preferred anal lube when masturbating with fingers or a plug (back then, amusingly made out of something like potato or carrot for one time use only).

My third girlfriend said she was using the pill, getting me used to fucking her without any sort of protection. Leading to an abortion, plus considering how trusting her had not really been a smart move, even if the sex for those almost 3 years had been fantastic.

Meeting my future (later ex) wife right around the time my third girlfriend was leaving, there is not much to share about condoms for maybe the next half dozen years. She was extremely concerned about getting pregnant, as aware of her peak fertile days as I, not trusting condoms to be reliable enough for her purposes. For me, the result was much like with my previous girlfriend regarding having an uncovered cock, though with considerably less fucking and considerably more trust about her using the pill.

Her attitude towards semen changed when she decided to get pregnant. Knowing that she had stopped using the pill, condoms and a degree of self control became my only available tools. Ones that had no chance against her desire to be filled with cum as often as required to become pregnant. Realizing how she was conditioning me, using the sensations of her addictively juicy pussy after getting me hard as a reward every time I entered her without a condom.

Leading to increasingly relying on self control, though still trying to use a condom before cumming inside her tight waiting cunt. This struggle lasted at least two cycles, before she stopped making me cum in any way except in her always willing fuck hole. She also encouraged going down on her long enough to coat my upper lip with her honey, fully aware how her pussy perfume made me thoroughly intoxicated with animal lust.

Resulting in the one time truly wanting to use a condom, but being prevented by her. We had started to have truly incredible sex, my not having cum for days. She was at the peak of her cycle, wanting to be a mother. Inside her heavenly love tunnel, I began moaning about needing a condom to keep fucking her hot cunt.

She replied I did not need a condom in a turned on voice, that she wanted to keep "bumping" me like this, a word she found very dirty, only using it when truly horny. Considering how she was rarely vocal during sex, hearing her sound so invitingly slutty just made my cock harder as she kept it inside paradise.

Nonetheless, my moaning about needing a condom was obvious. Even if being unable to stop, her grinding to have me as deep as possible while underneath her becoming an enthralling spell, feeling her wetness spread over my tight balls. She chanted breathlessly that a condom would mean stopping, then making me repeat I would not stop fucking yet, steadily enhancing the sexual magic. As time stretched and stretched inside her, my protests switched from getting a condom to simply not cumming.

She ignored that too, admittedly utterly lost like I in a state of animal perfection, beyond thinking as our bodies merged. It was some of the best sex in my life, in part because it lasted 90 minutes or so at a level of intensity that was exceptional. Orgasming gloriously without a condom, beyond my power to resist her physical desire to get pregnant, experiencing how a determined woman can use her body in the best way.

After skipping her period, we spent the next months fucking without a condom. Allowing me to experience how the pussy of a mother to be becomes incredibly motherly in some wonderfully kinky way when making love. Her pussy so soft and welcoming, breasts larger, nipples dark and inviting. Almost as if she loved being reassured how truly sexy she remained to me whenever inside her. Plus the orgasms were so easy to create by fucking and fingering her gently that she became conditioned like I had with a bare cock, always ready to be be filled with cum.

That was not my first time cumming inside a woman without the protection of a condom or any other birth control, but it was the first time my wishes were ignored. Having sex with my first girlfriend on her hands and knees at the top of her cycle using a latex condom, after maybe 10 minutes of pounding her pussy, we experienced an intense flood of pure pleasure. One so amazing we never thought what had changed to make our fucking magical perfection, minds washed away in the desire to fuck deeper and harder.

Knowing that my cock was covered, we let ourselves go completely, finally pumping long and deep inside her gloriously contracting pussy. Slowly pulling out, the sensations were different. With her contented face still on the floor, her hand at the very base of my slowly shrinking cock, we realized what had happened. Plus what fortunately did not happen, since she did not get pregnant.

The reason simple to see, a ring of latex at the base of my cock giving a perfect explanation for the sudden unstoppable wave that propelled us into paradise. Then was an accident, providing a nice comparison to a woman using me to orgasm inside her on purpose. Showing how condoms are not ideal all the time, whether breaking or simply by becoming unable to put one on.

Not to mention wondering how my using condoms would have gone without that first introduction to what cumming inside a condom felt like, setting a useful pattern to follow.