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My First Man, My First Cock - Part 2

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My first fuck. My adventures with another man continue.
A few days after my first time sucking another man's cock, I received a call from Tony. Simple and to the point, it read: 'Need a blow job. Get your arse over here.'

Even though he only lived ten minutes away, I texted back that I would be there in twenty. I quickly showered and then set off for his house. Whilst I drove, I found that I was more excited than nervous. As I approached his house, I remembered what it was like, sucking on his cock. I ran my tongue over my lips as I recalled the smell and the taste of it. Soon I would be enjoying the feel of it in my mouth again. I picked up my pace as I walked to the front door.

Tony's smiling face greeted me just a couple of seconds after I rang the doorbell. Adorned in just a dressing gown, he ushered me through the door and locked his lips on mine before he'd even slammed the door shut. I responded in kind, enjoying the scent of his freshly-showered body as he held me in his arms.

While our tongues danced a wild fandango, I reached down and sneaked my hand between the folds of his dressing gown. My exploratory hand was greeted by a very aroused cock. Tony moaned as I gripped it. Once again I marvelled at how it felt in my hand, how right and natural it was to be holding another man's cock.

Tony pushed me to my knees and then opened his dressing gown, revealing himself. My eyes lit up at the sight of his body. At just under six foot, Tony had a fantastic body. It wasn't quite muscular, but what muscles he had certainly showed some definition. In contrast, I was around five foot eight with a skinny body.

I knelt down in front of him, coming face-to-face with his beautiful seven-inch cock. It was slightly thicker than I remembered, and his blond pubic hair seemed shorter too. His prick looked so inviting. I took it eagerly between my lips, sucking on the head before he fed me a little more. Soon I was sucking up and down the entire length of it. I tried to relax as the head banged relentlessly against my tonsils.

Tony took over, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting his hips forward while he held my face. This was no blow job: it was a full on, no-holds barred face-fucking. I must admit, I didn't mind him taking over. In fact, I kind of liked him taking the lead. Deep down, I knew that this was really what I wanted: to please him without any thought of him returning the favour.

After a couple of minutes of me kneeling in front of him, I felt his body start to tense. The tell-tale signs of an impending explosion were plain to see as his thrusts grew stronger and more desperate. Tony stretched up and balanced on his toes as he continued to fuck my face, holding my head firmly. Meanwhile my own hands clawed up and down his legs and around his buttocks, trying to keep my movements in rhythm with his body.

The speed of Tony's efforts increased, and after a few more thrusts, I heard him moan loudly. At that precise moment, he erupted into my mouth, flooding me with cum. I quickly swallowed as much as I could, but there was too much for me to handle. Some dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, but I managed to get most of it. Tony held me there fixedly as he continued to spurt his juice down my throat until he was finished. Then his grip relaxed and he sagged backwards, leaning on the hall wall. As he released my head, I continued to suck on his softening cock, determined to get as much of his wonderful juice as I could.

By the time the last few precious drops passed my lips, he seemed to have recovered a little. I stood up and he kissed me again, softer this time. He took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen, where he made us both a drink. I found it weird, him holding my hand. Kissing and blowing him seemed fine, but for some reason his taking my hand seemed kind of strange.

As we sat on the bar stools, he said, "Thanks, I needed that."

"You're welcome. I think I did too!" I smiled.

We chatted for a while as we sat at the breakfast bar, sipping our tea. Tony was very eloquent, and we discussed quite a lot on a variety of topics. He was smart, educated, but certainly not opinionated. We agreed on quite a few things, but I think he could tell that I had a different view on others.

Tony opened a packet of custard creams, so we sat and dunked biscuits while we talked. Unlike my last visit, I felt much more at ease with the situation. This time round, I became much more aware of my surroundings. I studied the pictures on his wall, and decided that I liked them. One of them, a kind of abstract that had lots of colours, particularly appealed to me. I commented on it to him.

"Yeah, I got that a couple of years ago at a car boot sale. A friend of mine re-framed it for me," he told me.

"I like it," I said. "I like the way the colours kind of melt into each other, so you can't tell where one finishes and another starts."

"Mmm, I know what you mean," he said, thoughtfully. He started warming to the subject. "I like it because it reminds me of a horse. Can you see it? The head there with its body here, and the front legs going down here." He pointed the outline of the horse that only he could see with his finger.

I looked at the picture carefully. No, I couldn't see it, but I didn't want him to know that. So, I just shrugged and muttered "Mmm," in reply.

"C'mon, I'll show you some more," he said enthusiastically, rising form the stool.

I finished my tea and followed him. In the lounge, we looked at a couple of portraits before he led me by the hand upstairs. Again, the whole hand-holding thing felt a little weird, but I was beginning to warm to it a little. On the stairs, Tony pointed out a couple of landscapes that he liked. They were not to my taste, but I nodded politely. On the hall landing, he showed me a large abstract print by a guy I'd never heard of.

As I watched Tony talk about the picture, I couldn't help but get caught up by his enthusiasm. That dazzling smile of his got broader as he went on about the use of light and textures. Having taken Art at A-level some years ago, I understood what he was getting at. As I stood admiring it, I had to admit that it was a great picture. When I told him so, he beamed before leaning across and kissing me.

When we broke the kiss, he led me into his bedroom and then stood behind me to close the door. The first thing I noticed was that the art in here was much more 'earthy' in taste. Pictures and paintings of men in varying states of undress adorned the walls. Just above the headboard of his bed hung a print by Tom of Finland which left nothing to the imagination. I smiled as I looked at it, immediately turned on by it. Tony wrapped his arms around me.

"Do you like that, Steve?" he asked. His hands snaked around my body and I melted under their touch.

"Oh, yes," I managed to reply, turning my head towards him. He kissed my face before nibbling on my earlobe.

Meanwhile, one of his hands had found its way under my shirt and was playing with my nipple. The other hand was rubbing the front of my trousers. I felt my cock stirring under his touch as I reached around to him. The sensation of his cock pushing at my arse felt so good so I pushed back, provocatively. Even through my jeans I could feel his hardness rubbing between my cheeks.

Tony held me there for a few moments, dry-humping me. It felt good, but I was also a little afraid. I wasn't sure if I was ready for the next stage between us, i.e., letting him fuck me. We had talked about it over the internet, and he knew that I was still not sure if I was ready for it yet. Even so, Tony was certainly letting me know his intentions. His fingers were making my nipples tingle, and I gasped each time he pinched one. Soon they were both hard and a more than a little sensitive. I half tried to turn but his strong arms held me there. His dry humping felt so good, I didn't really want to put up too much of a fight.

He guided me forward before pushing me onto the bed. I rolled over onto my back, and he was instantly on top of me. His kisses were urgent and passionate while his busy fingers pulled up my shirt. He broke off so he could pull it over my head, but immediately returned to smother me in kisses again. I could feel him fumbling with my belt as I wrapped my arms around him. I felt a hint of nervousness at being naked with him. After all, if I was still clothed I wasn't vulnerable.

In my mind I was debating what to do, whether to tell him to stop before it went too far. It wasn't long before he got up and pulled my trousers and pants down, finally getting me naked. He must of read the look of concern on my face because he was immediately back on top of me, kissing me passionately and telling me it was all right.

As he lay on top of me, I started to relax. After a few minutes of passionate snogging, he sat up and removed his dressing gown. Oh my lord, the sensation of our two naked bodies rubbing together was fantastic, and soon I was feverishly exploring his back and the top of his buttocks with my hands. His cock rubbed against mine, and the friction between them was driving me half insane.

Tony lowered himself down my body slowly. His lips left mine and started to explore my neck instead. Then the top of my chest was the centre of his attention. I almost winced as his lips found my right nipple, and I cradled his head as he sucked on it. The left nipple soon got the same treatment and I lay back in ecstasy.

Tony then worked down to my stomach, where he found my happy trail. His lips felt so delicious as he followed it to my pudenda and then my hardening cock. The feel of his lips on the head was indescribable as he sucked gently on it. Soon he was sucking the entire six inches of it, easily taking it fully into his mouth. By this time he was standing at the side of the bed, bent over me.

I moaned in pleasure with the blow job he was giving me, but I was soon disappointed as he released my cock from his mouth and started to suck on my balls instead. That was a really strange sensation! He took turns with each one, licking and sucking them while he manoeuvred his hands under my legs. With a swift movement, Tony raised both legs at once into the air, revealing my exposed ass.

The sudden vulnerability I felt made my eyes widen, but my concern evaporated as I felt the wetness of his tongue start to probe between my bum cheeks and explore my hole. I lay back, my heart beating wildly as he probed and licked me there, creating a cool wetness. Another new sensation!

Tony pulled my cheeks apart to give himself better access to my hole. He licked and probed me with his tongue as I lay there with my legs in the air, helpless to his touch. Instead, I reclined my head back and enjoyed his touch with my arms by my side. Tony told me to hold my legs so he could use his hands better, and I did so without question. It felt so slutty to be like this, with my legs in the air while he gave me a fantastic rimming, but I loved it.

I gasped as he gently inserted a finger into me and started to frig my ass. It felt so good, so very good as I lay back and enjoyed it. Then I moaned when he added another and worked me with them. I began to squirm under him as he frigged me, loving the feeling of his fingers fucking my ass. He worked his hand faster and I cried out in both pleasure and discomfort.

He took hold of my cock with his other hand and wanked me with it. The incredible pleasure I was getting between my legs was soon too much, and with a loud cry of "Fuck!" I felt myself explode. Tony continued to frig my ass as I spurted onto my belly and chest, the force of each spurt surprising me. His hand never left my cock, directing each eruption. He smiled his wicked/gorgeous smile as he watched me cum under his expert handling until my cock ceased twitching and started to soften.

With his fingers still inside me, he reached over and rubbed his other hand in my cum, and then offered it to my lips. He never said a word, but I knew exactly what he wanted. His penetrating stare was too much, so I opened my mouth and sucked my cum off his fingers. He did this several times until it was all gone. Once I'd cleaned his fingers for the last time, he sighed.

"So," he said, "Do you want to do this?"

I still wasn't sure, but his fingers inside me felt so good. I considered it for a moment or two, thinking about how far I had come in just two meetings with this man. For some reason, I trusted him. I knew he would respect my decision if I said no. But up to now, I had experienced nothing but pleasure with him. Besides, apart from the fantastic sex, I found myself growing fond of him. This was my opportunity: what was I afraid of?

"Yes," I said, "I think so."

"Are you sure? We can wait if you want to," he said. He smiled reassuringly, and at that moment I knew.

"Yes, yes I'm sure. But please be careful."

"Don't worry, I will be," he grinned.

Tony slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass and went to the bathroom. The feeling once he'd withdrawn them was odd: I missed them. A couple of minutes later he returned with a pack of condoms, some lube and a couple of small towels.He placed one of the towels under my ass, and then opened the bottle of lube. He made me raise and hold my legs and then I felt him pour some onto my ass. He rubbed it into me gently, and I once again I experienced the wonderful sensation of his fingers inside me. This time they felt a lot smoother as he frigged me, and I lay back, enjoying this treatment.

After a few minutes, he took them out so he could open a condom packet. Carefully, he rolled it over his hard member, and then covered it in lube. He looked me in the eyes.

"Okay?" he asked, slowly moving forward.

"Yes," I answered. My heart was thumping as I braced myself. I had read about the first time being painful, and was incredibly nervous.

He held one of my legs with his hand while he rubbed his cock up and down the length of my crack with his other. I was still tense, but Tony kept giving me little words of encouragement and assurance as his cock worked its way to my rosebud.

"Mmm, that's it... yes, relax... oh yes..." he murmured.

Once he was satisfied that he was lined up correctly, he very gently started to push forward. I gasped loudly as I felt the head of his cock widen the opening and start to enter me. I tried to relax, and I must admit that it wasn't painful at all. Tony looked up to check on me, and I looked back at him and smiled.

Encouraged, he looked back down and slowly pushed a little further. The feeling in my ass got heavier as he gradually pushed his penis deeper into me. It must have taken about a minute before I felt his balls resting against my ass. I could feel every inch of him inside me as he looked back at my face.

"There, that okay?" he asked.

"Oh god, yes," I replied. I let my head fall back on the bed as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of having all of his cock inside me.

"Good. Now let's have some fun," he said.

I lay back as he pulled out a little and then pushed back in again. It wasn't long before his strokes got into a regular, gentle rhythm. The sensations in my ass were incredible as he started to fuck me. A new and different kind of pleasure came from between my legs, a feeling that seemed so good, so right and natural. Tony held my legs as he pounded me a little stronger. It wasn't long before my moans got louder, especially when he grabbed my ankles and raised them up to his shoulders. I loved hearing the sound of his balls slapping my ass as he leaned forward and dove deep with his wonderful cock.

The feeling in my ass was building and I writhed from his onslaught. He started talking dirty to me as I lay underneath him, so caught up in the moment and the feelings of pleasure I was experiencing.

"Yes, that's right, take it. Take it, you slut. Feel me fucking your cunt, you pussy. You love it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, oh god yes, oh fuck yes," I cried. Breathlessly, I asked for more. "Fuck me, fuck me hard," I whined. My hands gripped the sheets under me as I bucked underneath his relentless thrusts. We were rutting like wild animals, and I loved it.

Tony's speed increased, and my ass felt like it was on fire. He pounded me harder until his face started to tense. I felt his entire body go rigid just before he gave a loud cry as he ejaculated into me. For several, long strokes he closed his eyes, concentrating on his own pleasure.

After what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably just a few seconds, his thrusts began to ease. He sagged forward, shrugging my legs from off his shoulders. My back ached with being in the same position for so long, and I was covered in sweat.

Slowly, Tony came down from his orgasm and opened his eyes. His cock was still buried inside me as he smiled down at me. He released my legs as he leaned forward and kissed me. Gently at first, but so very passionately. By the end of the kiss, he cock had started to soften, so he raised himself up and carefully withdrew from my ass. He showed my the full condom before turning and walking to the bathroom.

I lowered my legs and eased my protesting back. My bum and between my legs felt wet, so I reached down and used the towel Tony had put there to wipe myself dry. It was only as I looked down between my legs that I noticed that my cock was still soft, but I must have come at some point because I had leaked fluid from the end. I gave it little thought as I was still on a high from my first fucking.

Tony came back a few minutes later and climbed on the bed with me. He held me in his arms as he kissed and cuddled me, and we chatted for a while. He showered me with questions: had I enjoyed it? How did it feel? Did it hurt? Did I come? And so on. I answered him honestly that I had really enjoyed it and that told him about the leakage from my prick. He grew thoughtful as we lay there. I was so happy as I rested my head on his chest. I had finally done it. This man had taken my virginity, and I had loved every second of it. My ass felt a little sore and heavy, so after a while I asked to use his bathroom.

Once there, I cleaned between my legs thoroughly. As I explored my bum, I was a little alarmed at how slack my hole felt. I tighten my muscles there and tried to keep them taut while I finished washing myself. I went back into the bedroom and lay in Tony's arms for a little longer while we talked about the pictures in his room. As we chatted, I had the feeling that he wanted me to leave, so it wasn't very long before we got up and dressed. As we got to the front door he held me in his arms and kissed me again. I was still flushed from the wonderful lovemaking, and it was with a sense of sadness that I left the house.

As I walked to my car, I went over the afternoon in my head. Part of me was dancing for joy while another part felt a kind of shame or guilt. As I drove through town, I came to a decision. I had enjoyed being fucked by Tony, and I wanted it to happen again.

Preferably soon.

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