Having graduated from college I rented an apartment in the city that I was required to move to. My dad was a disciplinarian who believed that you had to earn everything you got in life. When I was in high school, he told me that if I wanted to attend a college I had to get a scholarship to pay my own way. That being the case, I worked my arse off to attain the required marks that enabled me to do so. The company that sponsored me at college obviously required a return on their investment, and I would have to work for them for a period of two years after graduation. That is how I ended up at a branch of their company, in a city of their choosing.
The city was six hundred miles away from the town I had grown up in. I did not mind and was looking forward to my emancipation as an adult. As a graduation gift, my parents bought me a second-hand vehicle and also gave me a small amount of money to upgrade my modest apartment. I had never had a proper sexual encounter with anyone up to that point but knew I was gay. Teenage gropes and fondles with other boys summed up my sexual history. My parents were not aware of sexual orientation and ‘outing’ myself, was not a priority in my life. I was determined, however, to explore my predilection in my new environment.
Fixing and painting my new apartment was an arduous task and was very pleased when my labours finally drew to an end. As a reward to myself after four weeks of backbreaking toil, I finally decided to visit a gay establishment. I found the name of a place called, ‘Wolf Den’ in a gay newspaper. The reason for my choice was simply that it was the closest bar to my apartment.
Being as naïve as I was the significance of the name did not register with me and to be honest, I had no idea about the various gay subcultures that existed.
That Friday night I meandered over to the bar completely unaware that it catered to the leather/bear community. I arrived at about nine p.m. and nervously approached the bar counter. I ordered a beer and sat quietly observing the clientele. I was very surprised by the men frequenting this establishment.
At college, the obvious gay crowd was referred to as; ‘The Pussy-Boys.’ They were all very camp and one could also discern their presence by the overpowering reek of some or other, ‘in vogue’ cologne. In the household I grew up men simply did not wear cologne, and my father developed dreadful hay-fever if my mother wore perfume. I also never bothered with deodorants, because my dad believed it a total waste of money. The guys in the bar were rather rough looking. They mainly wore leather or plaid shirts and leather or denim trousers. Facial hair was also in abundance.
After ten minutes, I was approached by Sparky, real name Michael. I introduced myself as Cian and was summarily told that he would prefer to call me Red. I was not one of the freckled gingers but had a light complexion and dark red hair. Sparky was six-foot tall and ruggedly handsome. He was stocky, moderately hairy, and had short cropped hair and a beard. His hands were large and rough. Sparky was an electrician by trade and was very witty and a lot of fun to talk to. He told me that he was meeting two of his buddies, who would be arriving, a short while later.
After twenty minutes, Mac, (real name George) walked into the bar. He was six-feet-two tall and gangly. Mac had a receding hairline that was quite advanced and the rest of his meager head of hair was short. His beard was longer than Sparky’s and his body also appeared to be hairier. Mac was quite unattractive and had large ears and a broad nose. He also had thick lips and uneven teeth. Mac’s hands were not as broad as Sparky’s but his fingers were much longer and rather icky. Mac was an auto electrician by trade, and it instantly became apparent that he was a very pleasant and engaging guy. Mac told us that Tang, (real name Tanner) would also be arriving shortly. Prior to Tang’s arrival, I asked about Tang’s unusual nickname believing that it may have an oriental connotation. They both laughed, before replying that his name had more to do with smell.
Before Tang’s arrival, I asked them if he minded the nickname. Shrugging, they both replied that he was very comfortable with it.
When Tang finally appeared, I was taken aback by his appearance. Tang was extremely hairy, with shoulder length hair and a beard that was even longer than Mac’s. Tang was huge and looked like he had recently arrived from a deserted island, where he had been marooned for two years. Standing six-foot tall, Tang must have weighed at least two-hundred and sixty pounds. Tang was actually quite good-looking and had large expressive brown eyes and an infectious smile. He had thick stubby hands with the fat fingers and being a plumber by trade, his hands were really grubby. Tang also sweated profusely and it was very apparent why he had acquired his nickname.
As time wore on, a discussion about going to Sparky’s place for some fun after the bar was broached. I decided to bail from that gathering with the excuse of having to be up very early the following day. They seemed disappointed, but I assured them that I would definitely take them up on their offer at a future date. I then thanked them for a lovely evening and left shortly after.
After I arrived home I was sorry that I had not followed through on their suggestion. An orgy, however, was not what I had in mind for my first real sexual encounter. I did masturbate that night, nevertheless, thinking of what might have been.
The following Wednesday, I visited the bar at around for a quick drink at eight p.m. Mac was there and informed me that Sparky and Tang would not be coming to the bar that evening. As I was leaving later, he asked if I made good coffee. Laughing, I invited him along for a cup. Although not initially attracted to him, during my visit to the bar that evening I found him sexier than I had originally thought.
After arriving at my home, he asked me to sit next to him on the couch. He then told me that he and the guys were rather taken with me, but rather sad that I had not engaged with them the previous week. Mac then went on to say that he hoped that I hadn’t bull-shitted them about a future get-together. After thanking him for their compliment, I replied that I had been upfront in my response to their offer. I then explained honestly why I had been reluctant to party with them.
Mac smiled compassionately before he impishly asked if he could do me the honour of rectifying my unfortunate; ‘virginal’ disposition. Before I could answer he gave me a long intimate kiss. His thick lips covered mine and before his long, his tongue was exploring every part of my mouth. I was totally mesmerized as he intensely excavated my oral cavity for several minutes. Mac’s rough hands caressed my body throughout our encounter, and by the time we stood up our shirts and denim trousers had been unbuttoned.
After removing all our clothes I got to see the strangest dick I had ever seen. It was shaped like a rhino horn and tapered from a thick base to a small head. I had never heard of phimosis before meeting him and the condition as he explained; meant that his foreskin completely covered the head of his cock and could not retract. He was well-endowed and had a long nut-sac that hung very low. His entire package was surrounded by a thick bush of dark hair.
After pushing my body flat onto the sofa, he began face-fucking me in the sixty-nine position with his weight supported on his knees. I felt his hot mouth enclose my penis as our mutual pleasuring got underway.
Instinctively, he would lift his body every twenty seconds allowing me to breathe. I was in ecstasy as I toyed with his balls and inhaled the smell of his musky crotch. Our bonding continued for ten minutes before he tried to lift off me. I begged him not to when he warned me that he was very close. I didn’t care and wanted him to shoot down my throat. Obligingly, he exploded into my mouth and throat. I was also very close and with him manically sucking my cock, shot my load shortly after. Once done, Mac turned around and lay on top of me as we continued to kiss. I had never had such an exhilarating experience in my life.
We finally had our coffee, which was the original purpose of his visit. Afterward, we moved through to my bedroom. The kissing continued as we lay in bed and I was overawed by how much his facial hair was turning me on. I planned, there and then, to start growing a beard the following day.
Next, after lifting my arms above my head and licking my armpits, he introduced me to the most unbelievable sensation. When I offered to reciprocate, he warned me that he had not showered that day. I was so horny by then that I couldn’t care less. When his first smelly wet pit covered my mouth, I was overcome with horniness. After cleaning both of his pits he turned me onto my stomach; explaining that as it was my first time this would be much more comfortable for me.
Mac always remained one of the comfiest penetrators I ever encountered. There was minimal discomfort when entered me and I was in a state of bliss, almost immediately. His rhythmic variations were mind-blowing and I was honoured that my cherry had been taken by such a great lover. After he unloaded into me I had cum twice.