First man-on-man.
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sleaverbar50
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gay
Not much play with other boys when I was young, guess I just missed it. There were stories and jokes, mostly insulting, and although I sort of started to figure it out, much of what two men would do together sexually was a mystery through my early 20's. Married young, I had a couple of kids by 21, and had been in the military.
Fresh out of the service - still without having seen another man's hard cock - I began an apprenticeship with a construction trade, and early on I met 'Al'. Al was our timekeeper, (payroll clerk) and he handed out our brass in the morning, and checked it in at night at the end of the shift.
He was smooth and pleasant, older than me by maybe 20 years but in pretty decent shape, with a 'average' build.
But as I would soon find out, there was nothing average about Al when he took his clothes off...
A few weeks into the job we had a 'topping out' party, the day we hung our highest piece of iron. The contractor had a 'poolside' bash for us that night, at the fancy hotel where the company guys stayed. We (the troops) stayed in fleabag motels. There was finger food, plus wine and beer, and I was glad I'd cleaned up before coming to the party. Many guys came in their dirty work stuff.
Al was a bit older, but was considered a player. He wore an earring now & then, which sort of identified him as cool, a pot smoker. And a choker sometimes too, which had cocaine written all over it. 1973 was a big time for the blow! A couple of the guys had seen him at a strip club in town, with a stunning young dancer/hooker that they knew worked the high-end clubs in the Twin Cities. They appeared to be a couple; very close. Which added to Al's mystique...
So when I found myself chatting comfortably with Al by the pool, I was pleased. At the time I thought men were gay or straight, (not the words we would have used) and I knew nothing really about bisexuality.
Thinking back, it was probably obvious that Al was flirting with me. I think he touched me as we talked. We were drinking; I'd smoked some grass. And when my new friend asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint at his room, of course I said yes. His room, a mini-suite I guess you'd say, was just off the pool. He had a little kitchen, and a living area with sofa and coffee table. Pretty swank! There was a big TV (for the day) with a strange machine parked next to it. Several wires joined them together; it was my firat VCR.
I said yes to his beer, and he brought me a Lone Star, another 1st and it was pretty good. We fired up the doobie, and got comfortable on the sofa as we baked. It was good pot, and soon, smiling and stoned, I said yes again, this time to watching a little porn. Al had a favorite scene all set up, and we watched a John Holmes (Johnnie Wadd) movie, with 'The Wadd' sucking and fucking a pretty blond. All thru the flick Al kept up a running commentary about 'The Wadd's' big dick (supposedly 14" if you don't know) and supplied me with information about Holmes - like did I know that he couldn't cum without touching and stroking his dick? I didn't know that! And did I know he was bi? That he made movies - and fucked - with men? Didn't know that either, and soon that segment ended in what you might call the usual way. The next flick was a MMF 3-way romp; all the stars were quite good looking, and I watched, spellbound as the men ate the lady and then each other, sucking one another's cock! I was amazed. And turned-on. And a bit nervous as Al was clearing rubbing his dick through his jeans...
The guys fucked too, but by that time I was quite keen on watching Al rub-off. He had a massive bulge, and was now watching me watch him. He'd paused the video ,and as he rose to stand in front of me he asked if I'd ever seen a 9 inch cock. I said no. It appeared that I soon might, as Al was undressing in front of me - kicking off his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head. He was left in just a small pair of black briefs, underwear like I'd never seen. Men wore white briefs then, 'tightie whities', and they left a lot more to the imagination. I must have moaned, or gasped at his nearly naked body, as I remember he smiled and said "You like?" Even as he did so he pulled his briefs down, and out popped this HUGE penis! 9 inches? Every bit of that, and as big around as my wrist. He was cut, too. Altogether a stunning, picture perfect piece of man-meat. At some point he'd asked me if he could suck me off, and I'd shyly said yes, I guess so. I told him that I didn't think I could do anything for him, and he assured me I didn't need to do him. He stroked himself a few times - he was massive but not completly hard - and dropped to the floor on his knees. He asked me to take my shirt off as he un-fastened my slacks and pulled them down - underwear and all. In seconds I was naked with my first man...except maybe I had my socks on, I can't remember. I do remember being achingly hard; the word 'prong' comes to mind, and Al swallowed me with a growl, my entire 6 inch cock, and so began one of the shortest, and easily the best, blowjob of my life. He ate me like a starving man, licking and sucking hungrily. It felt like what I think a milking machine must feel like (haven't tried it; city boy here) and at one point he had my cock and my balls in his mouth all at once. Always an eager piece of ass, I moved and bucked against him, my slick cock pumping in & out of his mouth. At one point I looked down between A's legs to see him stroking his giant cock, which was now completely hard, arching upward from his belly and eager for action...I watched him pull on first one, then both of his nipples as he ate me, and after a bit he did the same for me, pinching my (very perky) nipples hard, which quickly had me groaning like I was in heat. No one had ever played with my nipples, including me.
My balls were pulled up tight as he sucked me, and within a minute or two I moaned that I was close, that I was gonna cum, and he urged me on, telling me that he wanted me to squirt in his mouth! I was right at the edge, so close! Legs straining, ass tight, belly rippling as I began to cum. He stayed right with me as I came, milking my balls gently with his hand as he sucked me dry. I grunted and growled like an animal as my man-juice pumped down his hungry throat, body arched like a hunters bow as my orgasm continued to wash over me. So good...
Eventually I collapsed back down onto the sofa, and Al came right with me, making sure he got every drop of my jizz. He licked my cock and my balls clean with his long, powerful tongue.
I was spent. Completely and utterly wiped out by what was most likely the most powerful climax I'd ever had. Al knew it too, smiling down at me as he stood, hard-on jutting out from his loins, pointing right at me as he stood between my legs and began to jack-off. His balls bounced between his legs, and were a perfect fit for his huge dick - nearly the size of a softball, they moved with each stroke of his hand as he masturbated above me. He was so beautiful! And so close...
Still shaken, (and shaking) from my over-powering release, I somehow found the energy to raise my arm, and take Al's balls into my hand. I gently massaged them as his pace quickened, and he moaned that it was good, and I realized he was slowly moving in closer to me, his cock now less than a foot away from my face as it pumped thru his fist...I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch another man pleasure himself! So hot...and without really thinking about it I moved my hand from his balls to his cock, gently replacing his busy hand with my own as I began to jack him. It felt a little awkward at first but he clearly liked it, and urged me on as I shifted a bit on the sofa to get a better grip on him. I could feel the heat, and the power in his throbbing man-pole as it pumped thru my hand! He grunted and gasped, sagging toward me until his erection was just inches from my face, and then I knew, just knew that I needed to taste him, to suck his cock, nd give him at least a taste of the astonishing pleasure he'd given me - and I pulled him in the last few inches, and pulled his raging hard-on into my mouth. And he came. The first squirt of his cum pretty much went right down my throat. There was no taste, maybe a slight bleachy-ness. The second big gush filled my mouth as he shook and moaned above me, and I swallowed as best I could, which wasn't so easy with a mouth full of cock! I'd never been able to get more than half of his cock in my mouth, so I continued to stroke the rest of his dick as his balls pumped his sperm into my mouth, and down my throat.... It was so fucking hot! But I felt a little like I was drowning, and while continuing to jack him pulled his cock from my mouth, to be rewarded with a slick, ropy squirt of cum on my neck and chest. I swear he came a quart! I took his now softening manhood back into my mouth as he pumped out a few more little squirts, and soon my warm mouth was too much for the head of his penis, and with a gasp and a little laugh he pulled slowly away from me. He was still so beautiful, his cock shiny and red.
He collapsed on the sofa next to me, and thanked me for bringing him off. Leaning close, he asked me if I'd liked it, and I answered oh yeah, it was good...and to my surprise, and to his, I was getting hard again, my cock swelling against my belly as the cum oozed out of it, and with a laugh he suggested we move to the bed, where he said we could "Get comfortable and do this up right". And we did.
Fresh out of the service - still without having seen another man's hard cock - I began an apprenticeship with a construction trade, and early on I met 'Al'. Al was our timekeeper, (payroll clerk) and he handed out our brass in the morning, and checked it in at night at the end of the shift.
He was smooth and pleasant, older than me by maybe 20 years but in pretty decent shape, with a 'average' build.
But as I would soon find out, there was nothing average about Al when he took his clothes off...
A few weeks into the job we had a 'topping out' party, the day we hung our highest piece of iron. The contractor had a 'poolside' bash for us that night, at the fancy hotel where the company guys stayed. We (the troops) stayed in fleabag motels. There was finger food, plus wine and beer, and I was glad I'd cleaned up before coming to the party. Many guys came in their dirty work stuff.
Al was a bit older, but was considered a player. He wore an earring now & then, which sort of identified him as cool, a pot smoker. And a choker sometimes too, which had cocaine written all over it. 1973 was a big time for the blow! A couple of the guys had seen him at a strip club in town, with a stunning young dancer/hooker that they knew worked the high-end clubs in the Twin Cities. They appeared to be a couple; very close. Which added to Al's mystique...
So when I found myself chatting comfortably with Al by the pool, I was pleased. At the time I thought men were gay or straight, (not the words we would have used) and I knew nothing really about bisexuality.
Thinking back, it was probably obvious that Al was flirting with me. I think he touched me as we talked. We were drinking; I'd smoked some grass. And when my new friend asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint at his room, of course I said yes. His room, a mini-suite I guess you'd say, was just off the pool. He had a little kitchen, and a living area with sofa and coffee table. Pretty swank! There was a big TV (for the day) with a strange machine parked next to it. Several wires joined them together; it was my firat VCR.
I said yes to his beer, and he brought me a Lone Star, another 1st and it was pretty good. We fired up the doobie, and got comfortable on the sofa as we baked. It was good pot, and soon, smiling and stoned, I said yes again, this time to watching a little porn. Al had a favorite scene all set up, and we watched a John Holmes (Johnnie Wadd) movie, with 'The Wadd' sucking and fucking a pretty blond. All thru the flick Al kept up a running commentary about 'The Wadd's' big dick (supposedly 14" if you don't know) and supplied me with information about Holmes - like did I know that he couldn't cum without touching and stroking his dick? I didn't know that! And did I know he was bi? That he made movies - and fucked - with men? Didn't know that either, and soon that segment ended in what you might call the usual way. The next flick was a MMF 3-way romp; all the stars were quite good looking, and I watched, spellbound as the men ate the lady and then each other, sucking one another's cock! I was amazed. And turned-on. And a bit nervous as Al was clearing rubbing his dick through his jeans...
The guys fucked too, but by that time I was quite keen on watching Al rub-off. He had a massive bulge, and was now watching me watch him. He'd paused the video ,and as he rose to stand in front of me he asked if I'd ever seen a 9 inch cock. I said no. It appeared that I soon might, as Al was undressing in front of me - kicking off his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head. He was left in just a small pair of black briefs, underwear like I'd never seen. Men wore white briefs then, 'tightie whities', and they left a lot more to the imagination. I must have moaned, or gasped at his nearly naked body, as I remember he smiled and said "You like?" Even as he did so he pulled his briefs down, and out popped this HUGE penis! 9 inches? Every bit of that, and as big around as my wrist. He was cut, too. Altogether a stunning, picture perfect piece of man-meat. At some point he'd asked me if he could suck me off, and I'd shyly said yes, I guess so. I told him that I didn't think I could do anything for him, and he assured me I didn't need to do him. He stroked himself a few times - he was massive but not completly hard - and dropped to the floor on his knees. He asked me to take my shirt off as he un-fastened my slacks and pulled them down - underwear and all. In seconds I was naked with my first man...except maybe I had my socks on, I can't remember. I do remember being achingly hard; the word 'prong' comes to mind, and Al swallowed me with a growl, my entire 6 inch cock, and so began one of the shortest, and easily the best, blowjob of my life. He ate me like a starving man, licking and sucking hungrily. It felt like what I think a milking machine must feel like (haven't tried it; city boy here) and at one point he had my cock and my balls in his mouth all at once. Always an eager piece of ass, I moved and bucked against him, my slick cock pumping in & out of his mouth. At one point I looked down between A's legs to see him stroking his giant cock, which was now completely hard, arching upward from his belly and eager for action...I watched him pull on first one, then both of his nipples as he ate me, and after a bit he did the same for me, pinching my (very perky) nipples hard, which quickly had me groaning like I was in heat. No one had ever played with my nipples, including me.
My balls were pulled up tight as he sucked me, and within a minute or two I moaned that I was close, that I was gonna cum, and he urged me on, telling me that he wanted me to squirt in his mouth! I was right at the edge, so close! Legs straining, ass tight, belly rippling as I began to cum. He stayed right with me as I came, milking my balls gently with his hand as he sucked me dry. I grunted and growled like an animal as my man-juice pumped down his hungry throat, body arched like a hunters bow as my orgasm continued to wash over me. So good...
Eventually I collapsed back down onto the sofa, and Al came right with me, making sure he got every drop of my jizz. He licked my cock and my balls clean with his long, powerful tongue.
I was spent. Completely and utterly wiped out by what was most likely the most powerful climax I'd ever had. Al knew it too, smiling down at me as he stood, hard-on jutting out from his loins, pointing right at me as he stood between my legs and began to jack-off. His balls bounced between his legs, and were a perfect fit for his huge dick - nearly the size of a softball, they moved with each stroke of his hand as he masturbated above me. He was so beautiful! And so close...
Still shaken, (and shaking) from my over-powering release, I somehow found the energy to raise my arm, and take Al's balls into my hand. I gently massaged them as his pace quickened, and he moaned that it was good, and I realized he was slowly moving in closer to me, his cock now less than a foot away from my face as it pumped thru his fist...I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch another man pleasure himself! So hot...and without really thinking about it I moved my hand from his balls to his cock, gently replacing his busy hand with my own as I began to jack him. It felt a little awkward at first but he clearly liked it, and urged me on as I shifted a bit on the sofa to get a better grip on him. I could feel the heat, and the power in his throbbing man-pole as it pumped thru my hand! He grunted and gasped, sagging toward me until his erection was just inches from my face, and then I knew, just knew that I needed to taste him, to suck his cock, nd give him at least a taste of the astonishing pleasure he'd given me - and I pulled him in the last few inches, and pulled his raging hard-on into my mouth. And he came. The first squirt of his cum pretty much went right down my throat. There was no taste, maybe a slight bleachy-ness. The second big gush filled my mouth as he shook and moaned above me, and I swallowed as best I could, which wasn't so easy with a mouth full of cock! I'd never been able to get more than half of his cock in my mouth, so I continued to stroke the rest of his dick as his balls pumped his sperm into my mouth, and down my throat.... It was so fucking hot! But I felt a little like I was drowning, and while continuing to jack him pulled his cock from my mouth, to be rewarded with a slick, ropy squirt of cum on my neck and chest. I swear he came a quart! I took his now softening manhood back into my mouth as he pumped out a few more little squirts, and soon my warm mouth was too much for the head of his penis, and with a gasp and a little laugh he pulled slowly away from me. He was still so beautiful, his cock shiny and red.
He collapsed on the sofa next to me, and thanked me for bringing him off. Leaning close, he asked me if I'd liked it, and I answered oh yeah, it was good...and to my surprise, and to his, I was getting hard again, my cock swelling against my belly as the cum oozed out of it, and with a laugh he suggested we move to the bed, where he said we could "Get comfortable and do this up right". And we did.
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