Continuing to bob on my dick Steve quit stroking between my legs and ran a hand up my back. As he circled the bundle of nerves at the base of my back right above the buttocks I jerked. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “Jesus, you’re fantastic,” I gasped out through clenched teeth. He moved his hand from my back to run fingertips lightly up and down my side.
His fingers were molten eroticism. My blood felt like it was boiling. I placed one hand on the top of his head. Barely resisting the primal urge to pull him back down on every upstroke, I ran my fingers through his tight curls. When Steve dropped the hand gripping my dick in order to once again engulf my full length in his sweltering mouth, I cried out. “Jesus Christ! Yes! Oh my God, suck that dick!”
Just as I was getting close to cumming, my balls tensing up preparatory to eruption, Steve let my dick pop out of his mouth. I sagged on weak knees.
Steve looked up at me. “Breathe, Brett. Breathe.”
Grasping the weight bar I stood there just catching my breath a moment. My legs tensed. My balls clenched. I realized peripherally that my shorts and boxers were still puddled around my tennis shoes. It was hard to concentrate on anything beyond the need for release. My cock jerked spasmodically, sticky clear fluid seeping from the opening.
Standing, Steve patted the weight bench. “Come here and sit down,” he said. Steve laughed out loud when I almost tripped over my puddled gym shorts. “Let me help you there before you fall face first and bruise that beautiful dick.” Crouching in front of me, my dick just at the top of his bowed head, Steve slid my shorts and boxers off over my tennis shoes. As I lifted one foot at a time for this, I rested a hand lightly on his head for balance.
When he stood, grinning at me, I tentatively reached out to touch the bulge in his own shorts. As my palm brushed against the firm hardness of his erection, I felt a strange thrill. I had never before touched another man’s dick despite my many fantasies. It was surreal. I rubbed the length of him through the obstructing material. “Wow,” I said. “You’re pretty big.”
“You’re no slouch yourself,” he said, looking down at my still raging seven inches. Backing up he gestured. “Now sit.”
I sat on the end of the weight bench, my feet to each side of the legs. My cock protruded from my groin, twitching every few seconds. Looking at me, Steve said, “Lean back and hold the edges of the bench.” I followed his directions.
Kneeling in front of me on the padded gym floor, Steve gently spread my legs a little further apart so he could move between them. My balls felt the cool draft drom the ac unit where they hung exposed and vulnerable.
“You know I’ve been attracted to you from the first time you walked in and ordered a cup of coffee,” he said, looking at my face as his fingers tickled the sensitive spots behind my knees. “But there was Gabe, and, of course Cindy. Still, I’ve thought about this many times.”
As he leaned in and licked the inside of my left thigh, I gasped. My dick pulsed with need in time with my heartbeat. “I’ve had fantasies about you too,” I said.
“Really?” he said. “I knew there was a vibe, but I figured you were fairly entrenched in walking the “straight” and narrow. Tonight I just kind of figured I’d take a shot. Gotta say, I’m glad I did.” He chuckled, then blew on my balls.
“Me too,” I gasped. “Besides, we’re both single consenting adults and…, well, I’ve always kind of wanted to try this…,” I said. “Just never really had the nerve or met anyone like you before. Besides, I don’t think my past girlfriends would have understood.”
“Probably not,” he chuckled.
Raising to a squat, he placed his hands on the bench between my knees and, leaning in, nuzzled my neck. His chin hair tickled the base of my throat. I squirmed, but lifted my head to give him better access. His lips left hot spots on my skin. It felt wonderful. Lowering his head he transferred his ministrations to my chest. When he took one of my nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it my back arched up. “Aargh” was all I could manage.
Steve moved his hands down to my hips, using my legs as a balance point as he continued his oral exploration down my torso. When his tongue did a swirl in my belly button I jerked spasmodically. “Damn, that’s nice,” I said.
“Yes it is,” he said. “Very nice.” Squatting back down, he released my legs and relaxed once more on his knees and feet. Steve grasped my cock once more in his hot, callused hand and began a gentle stroking up and down.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” I said.
Leaning forward Steve lifted my shaft. He licked at my dangling testicles as his fingers slowly caressed the hard length of my manhood. Precum oozed from the slit, running onto his fingers as he lightly stroked up and down. The lubricant made his hand glide smoothly. Taking one of my balls into his mouth, he gently suckled on it.
None of my girlfriends had been into the idea of sucking on my balls; even those that were into giving head. It was both slightly painful and nerve blastingly wonderful at once. ‘Fuuuuccckkkk,” I moaned.
Releasing my balls from their entrapment, Steve swapped his hand with his mouth. A sticky drop of man juice was beading at the base of my head. Steve slurped it up and continued on to engulf my shaft once more in his hot mouth.
As Steve used his well honed skills to completely swallow my full seven inches I raised my ass from the bench a few inches to meet him. My arms locked rigidly on the bench. Steve gradually increased the tempo of his efforts until his head was pistoning up and down between my legs. This was without a doubt the best blowjob I had ever had.
My nuts clenched as my orgasm built. My entire body went almost rigid. “I’m about to cum,” I gasped. trying to pull back some. I didn’t know how Steve would feel about me shooting a load of spunk down his throat.
Steve pushed back forward, taking me all the way to the root. My nuts spasmed as a gush of sperm boiled up through my shaft to spurt down his throat, followed quickly by several more. ‘Oh Goddddd! Jesus!” I yelled in ecstasy. I had never in my life had such an intense orgasm. It was earth shattering. Steve swallowed almost every drop.
I dropped back on the bench as my orgasm finally relented. After a couple of breaths, I leaned up on my arms. Steve still knelt between my legs. A bit of thick white spunk matted the edge of his lips. As I watched, he licked it off.
“Jesus Christ man! That was…. something….,” I said. “You are sure as hell talented Steve.”
Standing, he grinned down at me. “I do try Brett. You okay?”
“I’m great. Why?”
“Well, some guys tend to start feeling guilty or self conscious after their first gay experience.”
“I guess I can see that,” I replied. “But, I’m fine. I wouldn’t have missed that for the world.”
“Glad to hear it.”
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From where I reclined in my post orgasmic stupor, I could see that Steve still sported a large erection. Sitting up, I looked at him. Tentatively I reached out and caressed the bulge tenting his shorts.
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“You don’t have to Brett. I’d understand.” Steve was looking at me. I could see both desire and worry warring in his smoky eyes. “If you’re not comfortable…”
“No. It wouldn’t be right not to. Besides, I want to,” I said. “If I didn’t at least try it at this point I’d wonder and regret it for the rest of my life.” Steve stood there in front of me in his shorts and tennis shoes. His hard on protruded from his crotch making a fabric pyramid. He looked both beautifully masculine and a bit silly at the same time. He was gorgeous. I reached out to pull him closer. He didn’t resist.
My mind was whirling chaotically as I placed a hand on his abdomen. His muscular physique and firm skin felt awesome. I had never been more excited and, at the same time, frightened in my life. I both wanted to do this and dreaded it simultaneously. This would be the ultimate admittance of my own bisexuality. He shivered as I leaned forward and kissed the swarthy tanned skin of his stomach. I ran my hands up his chest, marveling at the bumpy hardnes of his areolas. This was both like and totally different from caressing the soft curves of a woman. Grasping the top of his shorts, I looked up. Steve was gazing down at me. The tip of his tongue unconsciously licked his own lips. My mind recalled the image of that tongue swiping up my cum from where it had leaked from his mouth. Despite my very recent orgasm, my dick stirred.
Steve stood there. He was leaving the choice up to me despite his obvious desire and need. Looking back down I lowered his shorts and boxers. As his social armor fell, revealing him in his vulnerable nakedness, his penis jutted forth. It was magnificent. His dick looked to be about the same length as mine – maybe just a tad longer. It was thick. His testicles were fairly large and hung a bit lower than my own in their sack. The purplish, blood engorged, mushroom shaped head was at eye level where I sat on the bench. He obviously manscaped as the dark hairs surrounding the base of his manhood were trimmed short and neat. As I gazed in rapt wonder a bead of clear sticky precum oozed from the slit. Could I? Dare I? What would a man’s dick taste like? I had to know. If not now, probably never. This was a lifelong fantasy I had to act out – for me as much as for the gorgeous person in front of me. If he had insisted I return the ‘favor’ I’m not sure I could have. But this young man had freely given what I had always secretly desired with no reservation or expectations. Besides; he was sexy, considerate, and I actually liked him.
I cupped his dangling balls in one hand. They were warm. The trimmed curly hairs tickled my palm. Leaning forward I caught the scent of him. Musky, slightly sweaty… masculine. It was intoxicating. Swallowing my trepidation I lifted his shaft to a better angle and licked my first bead of precum from another man’s dick. It was slick, a little salty. My tongue wanted more.
I looked up at Steve. He had leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was a picture of youthful vitality. His hands were fisted at his sides as if resisting the urge to grab me by the back of the neck and force my mouth onto his jutting erection. “I’ve never done this before,” I said. “So, if I hurt you or anything…” My sentence trailed off.
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