First Gay Ecstasy

Do you believe in love at first sight? It does exist. I was anticipating a quiet evening in my hotel room, catching up on work, when I saw the young man alone in the otherwise empty hotel bar.   A strange but definite electric shock jolted me. Later he told me he had the same sensation when our gazes first met. It did not occur to me at that moment that by dawn we would have joined together in so many permutations of same sex passion. For this was an evening when nakedness seemed normal, and everything was permitted.

Reflecting on that night, I suppose a lot of our instant attraction was due to the similarity not only of our physical forms,   but also our personalities. We're both in our early twenties; both with slender builds, smooth skinned with silky hair. Our body forms could be called androgynous. He has large, expressive gray eyes; mine are hazel. We're both somewhat introverted, sensitive, intelligent, and a little shy. From the beginning we felt very comfortable together.

Neither of us is promiscuous or at all predatory. Our prior combined gay experience amounted to a little clumsy teenage fumbling, a couple of incidents of mutual masturbation. We've both had encounters with the opposite sex.   It's not that we were uninterested in sex; not at all. But it was very important to us both that it be with the right partner; we both desired real intimacy, not casual indulgence with a stranger. And that we had not found, before this chance encounter in the empty hotel bar.

I don't recall who, after chatting for a while, suggested we repair to his hotel room. Nor who initiated the first kiss; though I had never kissed a male before. But after a few minutes spent pretending to watch a mindless tv drama, our lips were locked together and our tongues mingling wetly. His breath was sweet and I delighted in this first time experience. Our hands began to roam cautiously; soon I was caressing his smooth ribs beneath his shirt while he wrapped his arms around my neck, all the while kissing passionately with open mouths and caressing tongues.

I unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his flat, sensitive stomach, then ran my fingers caressingly down his slender spine. He purred and embraced me more tightly. Sideways on the couch, our bodies were pressing together and I felt him hardening. I was in the same state, and suggested we repair to bed.

He stood up and removed his shirt. His skin was soft and his belly flat. I leaned forward and lightly bit his nipple. He moaned, so I repeated it on the other side.   Shivering a little, he stepped out of his slacks and stood before me. He was built small, but beautifully proportioned, with the finest of body hair.   A bulge stood vertical beneath his black bikini shorts; I noted that it extended past the waistband, not overly thick but quite long. The sight of his cock head emerging from his underwear was the most erotic experience of my young life. Glancing over his shoulder at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror, I observed his ass was exquisite; narrow but beautifully rounded, the divide hinting at its secrets.

Delaying the urge to press my lips to his tempting flesh,   I stood and stripped. Our bodies were very similar; I was a little taller. We embraced again and he wrapped both our straining cocks in his small hand and began to fondle them. I could hardly stand this and my arousal was intense. Seeing this, he broke off the kiss and smiled mischievously. Then he dropped to his knees and, looking up at me wide-eyed, kissed the head of my cock. Continuing to look at me gravely, he popped it into his warm wet mouth and, holding me delicately, began to caress me with an agile tongue.

He was sucking me as I had always dreamed of being sucked. Yet there was a curious innocence about our lovemaking. We were simply two friends expressing our new found closeness. But I was too close to climaxing under this devastating assault. I reached down, took his hand, and we padded over to the bed, pulling back the covers and resuming our embrace.

I lay on my back and he kneeled beside me, resuming his exquisite oral caresses. He was licking me from base to tip, then taking the head in his mouth and caressing it wonderfully with his lips and tongue. What was remarkable, and unusual, was that he seemed so caring and giving. I felt I had found a wonderful, lifetime, highly attractive friend. His whole affect was warm and affectionate; he seemed to genuinely care about my pleasure. After a few disappointing prior encounters, this meeting seemed beyond fortunate. And he was delivering passion and desire I had never experienced.

I lay motionless for a while, immersed in this ecstasy. Then I grasped his hip and encouraged him to move to straddle my head. He complied without interrupting his delicious caresses. His long, beautiful cock pointed down at my face; I was speechless with excitement and hot with passion. There was now nothing I wasn't ready to do.

I'd received oral sex a couple of times before, from women; but had learned quite a bit about technique from watching porn. Gripping him delicately, I ran my tongue from tip to base several times, then commenced licking the sensitive parts of his cock head. He gasped and tried to take my entire shaft in his sweet working mouth, and almost succeeded. We writhed sensually as each caressed the other, focused only on delivering, and receiving, pleasure.

We were both moaning deeply as we gave each other the best head we could. His slender, well formed legs bracketed my furiously working mouth, and I switched my focus to licking and sucking the insides of his slim, smooth thighs. Then, as he continued to caress me rhythmically, I took each of his small tight balls in my mouth and sucked them lightly for a time. Their sensitivity aroused me greatly, and I worked to pleasure them.   He shivered and redoubled his efforts on my swollen cock as I ran my tongue carefully along his perineum to discover his shy little bud of an asshole.

Never had I done anything relating to anal sex. But I was almost delirious with arousal, and began licking his delicate entrance. It tasted sweet and quickly became slippery, so that I was able to insert my probing tongue a little way. He gave a muffled cry and arched his back to take me deeper, pressuring his tight sphincter to open farther and admit me. I licked and sucked his rectum passionately, and slipped a finger a little way inside his tight back passage. Then I took his beautiful shaft back between my lips.   I felt him swelling in my mouth. I wanted to consume every drop of his precious essence.

We were both approaching exquisite climaxes and redoubled our efforts. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a gush of warm, slippery, salty-tasting liquid as he came, which I swallowed gratefully. I wanted to consume and possess the most intimate part of him, such was my attraction. Simultaneously my own climax happened; he gulped down my offering with gasps of pleasure. Slick with sweat, we collapsed one on the other. Turning around, he kissed me lovingly, and I tasted my own salty essence in his mouth and extended my tongue to lick up any stray drops. He did likewise, and we held each others' slippery bodies closely, recovering our breath slowly. I savored the residue taste of his come in my mouth.

Temporarily sated, we drank a little wine and talked between languorous kisses. When I complimented him on his techniques, he blushed and admitted that it had also been his first time, though he had also had a couple of heterosexual oral experiences. Like me, though, he'd learned most of his skills by watching porn.

Very quickly I was wanting to engage with him anew, and my cock was reviving rapidly. I didn't feel any inhibitions in my desiring to make love with him, in whatever ways came up, very soon; it just seemed natural. There was an attraction on many levels, and we seemed drawn together by fate and passion. As I reflected on this, the most erotic visions of unexperienced intercourse began to rise in my head. If you really like and find attractive your willing partner, everything is allowed.

We were both in our early twenties;   it was soon clear that we were only temporarily sated. After a short respite, I began caressing his long smooth back, running my fingers all the way to his soft, delicious bottom. He was still wet back there from my oral attentions, and squirmed and pressed against me as I slipped a wet finger into his asshole. The inside felt wonderfully smooth and tight, yet he did not resist when I slid my entire finger inside, instead shuddering delightedly.

"Are you going to fuck me in my ass?", he whispered.

This sent a thrill of excitement through me. " Have you ever done that before?"

"No, but I'd like you to." Replacing his mouth on me, he watched my face intently as he brought me back to a hardened state using his lips and tongue. Then he squirmed onto his front and raised his delicious bottom in the air, grasping his cheeks to part them, reveal his sweet little bud, and offer himself without reservation to my rigid dick's eager attention.  

I sucked and licked his pink, shell-like rectum for a moment, then stepped to the desk to find some lip balm, which I smoothed into his anus. He squirmed, gasped, and didn't resist. Applying some of the gel to my cock, I kneeled behind him and presented my throbbing head at the entrance to his quivering. beautifully rounded bottom. He was shivering with anticipation and also clearly a little apprehensive. But I gently and carefully inserted my lubricated shaft into him.

He gasped, pushed back to admit me deeper, and I was inside him by an inch or so. That was as far as I was going for the moment, while he relaxed. I don't know how, given my lack of experience, I knew that this was the right thing to do. But I was becoming extremely attuned to his feelings, both physical and emotional. As his muscular tension released, he pushed back to admit me farther inside him. His ass gripped and caressed me.

His rectum felt like satin and velvet, and I held myself still with only my head inserted. Slowly he relaxed and I was able to move forward a little more without resistance. I can't tell you how wonderfully erotic this felt. We were both slippery with sweat, gasping for breath. He turned his sweet face to look at me trustingly. I kissed him affectionately, then pressed forward another inch or two. My cock was squeezed tightly, and delightfully, in his rectum.

Little by little we both relaxed, and soon I was able to penetrate him fully. I began a slow, careful thrusting, and he gradually relaxed more, so that he willingly received my deepest thrusts in his silken passage while I fondled his cock carefully. This was as close as I had ever felt to another; I think we both knew this was something new and important for both of us.

He squirmed back as I penetrated, gripping me deliciously in his sphincter.   Hiss ass felt like a liquid velvet peach, exquisite in its sensation. In fact, even though it was he who was being penetrated, in a way he was dominant, pressing and playing on my cock as though it were a flute. His ass was driving me wild with excitement and pleasure; it had captured me and was bending me to its will. Although I reached around to give him pleasure, he pushed me away and concentrated only on my enjoyment.

The inevitable happened, I couldn't hold back and erupted violently in his ass; he cried out shrilly as I gushed into his most intimate inside, which seemed the warmest, the most erotic place imaginable. His velvet walls caressed my cock and squeezed it dry in the most tremendous experience of my life. His rectum held me and pressed me dry. I collapsed, hugging and kissing him everywhere.

We lay sweat-soaked in each other's arms for a spell, and drank a little more wine. He gently held me and caressed my damp back, then I sensed that his feelings were intensifying. His fingers no longer stopped at the base of my spine, but continued down between my buttocks. I found this very exciting, and when he touched my anus, sliding a wet finger inside me, I  turned to present my bottom to him.  

He whispered, "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Not yet.   Are you going to do that to me?"  It sounded like a good idea; I would do whatever he wished, gladly.

"I'd like to if you would like me to. You have a beautiful ass."

I was on fire at the prospect of being fucked in my virgin behind by someone I found exceptionally appealing. In lieu of further debate, I arranged myself  on my hands and knees, having placed a couple of pillows beneath me, and opened myself with my hands, in complete submission, to my wonderful new companion's hard pulsing shaft. I was surrendering completely, entirely open to his lustful penetration. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. And I knew he was ready, since he hadn't come when we had anal sex the first time. Now it was his turn.

He moved behind me and I felt his head pressing against my back door. I readied myself for my impalement, but he pulled back and instead I felt his agile tongue licking and probing me. This almost made me come again and doubled my sensation of erotic submission. I had every trust in him and was ready to surrender completely to his penetration.

He returned his cock to my back passage and pressed gently forward as I let out a deep breath and simultaneously pressed my sphincter to open. He caressed my back and bottom, then reached around me as he pushed inside me an inch or so and fondled my throbbing cock. I arched my back, and he was stretching me wide open; it felt extraordinary, a little painful but most exciting.

Gradually my anal muscles relaxed, though his shaft did not. Slowly he pushed in a couple of inches more; I gasped, he immediately paused and drew back slightly. Little by little, stopping, retreating, pressing forward, we progressed until he was seated all the way in my ass, His weight pinned my boneless body down; my entire consciousness was centered in my plundered rectum.  

The room was filled with sexual perfume, and my gasps and his moans were the only sounds as he held himself at full length in my glowing rear.   I began to undulate my hips gently; I wanted to be fucked long and deep. He began to slide in and out, delivering a few shallow strokes, which put me on a peak of delight, then delivering several mindblowing deep thrusts. Now I was crying out in my ecstatic passion as he rode me, while he gasped as I struggled to clench my sphincter around him and pleasure him.  

This couldn't last, and with a muted scream he pumped his essence into my deepest place. I writhed and wriggled as the warm liquid spurted inside me. He fell back and collapsed on the sheet. Immediately I leaned over and covered him, sucking him clean before he softened, blithely disregarding where he had just been.

His cock was salty and slippery. As I sucked him, his seed was dripping out of my opened bottom onto his heaving nipples. Once his cock had been attended to, I lowered my head to eagerly consume the rest of his seed.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I recalled a scene from a porn film I'd enjoyed. One partner lay on her back with her head tipped over the side of the bed, allowing the standing man to place his entire shaft in her soft mouth. Perhaps we would try that once we awoke.