First time with a guy by carolus74

I was around 26 and I used to go out a lot in our city (Ghent in Belgium) that was pretty known for legendary techno parties.One night in July 1999, I met this girl Phoebe, and we started flirting and hanged out with each other and ended up at an afterparty in a house of a guy I even didn’t know. We sat on the edge of a wall, me with my back against the wall, she between my legs. Me just caressing her neck and back. And then I noticed that a girlfriend of her was looking very pissed at us.

Little did I know until later she confessed that she was actually dating this girl for a year now. But she wanted to get out because she was loosing herself and Christine was too much controlling her. She identified herself as bi, while her girlfriend Christine was a lesbian.

So we started hang out more and more together, the three of us and I behaved as much as possible to not upset the girlfriend.

But I understood their complicated situation, and while I liked her, I kept myself a bit more on the background. I don’t feel comfortable messing up other’s relationships, but we kept in touch and I rather be good friends than bad lovers. OK, Sometimes at parties we would sneak out a bit to a dark corner and kissed a bit, but that was all. They were always together and had a lot of fights and discussions.

At one point I even considered the possibility of dating them both in this threesome relationship because the girlfriend was very smart and witty and we had very interesting long talks together. I’m not the jealous type so I don’t want to own somebody. But Phoebe had asked for some time to handle the situation as clean as possible and I read from that that she wanted more, like a serious relationship.

Anyway months went by and I wasn’t counting on it that she would ever leave Christine so some weekends I went out by myself to techno parties, usually from one party to another afterparty café or something. And at this last place, it was already 10am in the morning, this place was still pretty crowded but as to be expected, mostly with guys. Girls usually hooked up pretty soon in the evening and didn’t need to hang out in these scruffy venues.

I was still pretty going on XTC, and rather horny, I decided that I didn’t wanted to wait anymore for Phoebe and if I got the chance to hookup I would do it.

But like I said, the best girls were already gone, and the leftovers weren’t that interesting to pursue.

So I danced a bit, walked around through the café, had some small talk with people I frequently saw in these parties and at one point I saw this guy I knew from in my early days of going out. In those days I sometimes went to gay parties because my best friend from my youth was gay and he took me and other hetero guys to these parties. At these parties there were usually some females too, and I usually got lucky with these girls. And of course the gays know how to throw a party and I was always good fun and ambiance. So I made my way through the crowd to say hello to this guy, I don’t remember his name anymore, I think it was Jan or something. I said the usual “ça va?” (We use this French expression as a “how are you?” although we speak normally speak Dutch). I remembered that he wasn’t really gay but had some bi-curious side. So we were small talking a bit about the old days etc. And I probably must have popped another pill some 20 minutes before, because I was feeling this rush in my head and his words became more and more unintelligible while my thoughts were drifting away.

I usually have a lot of fantasies and ideas in my head. People usually characterise me as this dreamy introvert guy but I am very curious and want to experience everything by myself in stead of listening to other people’s opinion. That’s also the reason why I have no objections in taking drugs like XTC or coke, I see some benefits in it to make myself a bit more chatty and extravert.

So back to the situation, me standing pretty close because we had to talk near the ear of the other person because the music was pretty loud.

I suddenly had this devious idea in my head of making a move to this guy. I’m usually not the flirt and rather let the girls make their first move. But now, I made some sort of a click in my head and became this other person. He was sitting on a barstool near a wall, and while I was talking to him I positioned by body between his open legs. While leaning forward to talk in his ear I rested my hand on the open surface of the stool, between his legs. I pretended it was a like accidental but more and more I made my hand touch his crouch. Just a little pressure. And then I was acting naughty and said that I was going back to the dance floor, leaving him behind in confusion. Once and a while I came back to fetch me some vodka-redbull and made sure to bump into him again, again with some touching his arm or knee while we talked some more.

And again I went back to the dance floor.

The day went on and at one point more and more people started to leave. Suddenly his mate came to me: “Hey Jan and me are going to his house to smoke some weed, and he’s a bit shy to ask if you’re interested to tag along, so he sent me.”

Inside I giggled because of what I had done to Jan, and I also knew what could happen if I went home with him. It was now or never, I needed to make up my mind if I was really up for what could happen at his house. I am absolutely not kinda guy that expects sex of a girl that I take home, but I also think that when you flirt with someone and make that person so horny that you are also responsible for a certain part in creating an expectancy. So if I decide to go to his house, I felt it wouldn’t be fair to pretend being unaware. I was all on me… but I liked it, I was the tease, it were my doings after all.

So we came to his house, more like a loft, a big room with very little dividing walls. And showed me around in the house. His friend was exhausted (they weren’t a couple and they didn’t live together, just friends) and crashed in the couch. So there was little space left for us to sit and Jan nudged me to his mattress on the floor and because his weed was in the bedsite table anyway. I was so exited and I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body.

I was sitting on the end of the bed and rolled a joint, I lit it up and took some hits. He was somewhat laying in the middle of the bed on his side facing my back.

I passed the joint to him and then he made his move, me still playing innocent at first. His hand caressed by back, my neck, and I turned my head and moved closer to him and started kissing him. That was for him the moment he was waiting for. I gave myself to him, I loved the feeling of being the subject of ones desire. When I have sex with girls I usually take the leading roll, but now I could let go of that responsibility. I wanted him to take control. He started to undress me, first unbuttoned my shirt, then he started fumbling at my belt. I kicked of my shoes, to make it easy on him and with some help from me he pulled down my jeans. I always go out without underwear as a turn on. So I surprised him with my almost stiff member popping up. He said some words of admiration about my 18cm size, and started playing with it. He sucked it for some time but I didn’t wanted to come first. I feared that if I came I loose my courage to return the favour. Later I realised that this wasn’t an issue and I actually liked sucking cock too.

So I broke away from his actions, and I started to undress him too. I kissed his body and making my way to his dick. His was a lot shorter than mine, but I liked playing with it. He was pierced with a Prince Albert, and I had fun making him horny as hell. And then I heard myself say: “Please will you fuck me?” I never had anything in my ass before except my own finger, but probably thanks to the drugs I was so relaxed to take his cock in my ass without any pain. It felt amazing, I was being fucked for the first time. I was the receiver. I was his trophy. And it felt great, I took his dick inside me without holding back. He said: “Wow, and you never done this before? I can’t believe it, you’re a natural.” I didn’t know much about anal sex, what I should do. I had tried some anal with girlfriends before but they weren’t experienced at it so I couldn’t really learn from that.

I instinctively pulsated my sphincter to milk his cock and I that took him over the edge. He blew his seed into my virgin ass and I felt like a proud whore.

We took a break, and smoked some more weed. Cuddled a bit and I really liked the feeling of a cock touching my skin. I felt my dick throbbing in need of release.

Then he sat up on all fours and used the same words like I dit before: “Please will you fuck me?” I think he wasn’t used to guys either.

So I moved to his back and positioned the top to his anus. He was a bit cautious of my size and handed me over some lube. I squirted some on his crack, and lubricated my whole shaft and slowly entered his hole. Like I said, I had taken some girls anally before, and I knew how it felt, so it wasn’t the a new discovery for my. Of course it’s fun and I like it too, but he wasn’t that mind-blowing either.

After some pounding I felt my seed boiling in my balls and I knew I was near. My grunts became more intense and he also felt I was near, so he upped his effort and I came with a huge dump inside him.

We fell over of exhaustion and he was leaking from his gaping hole. We laughed of satisfaction and he spooned me… slowly we unwinded and fell asleep.

I woke up near the end of the day, a bit disorientated about my whereabouts and saw him next to me in bed. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled…

I needed some time to coop with the realisation of what had happened, when you’re sober again it can cause some guilt feelings. But I quickly could place it as an unforgettable experience and was happy to add it on my unwritten bucket list. I thought this was going to be a onetime thing and it wouldn’t affect my conviction in being straight. Little did I know then…