I'd like this to remain annonymous please. It describes sex between two male friends in their first gay sexual encounter.
The first and only time I have had sex with another man was towards the end of high school, about ten years ago. My friend Vince and I had decided that a trip down to Daytona Beach, Florida for spring break was in order. A few other guys had wanted to come along but backed out at the last minute. So the two of us hopped into his car and began the drive down. During the drive down we talked a lot about our chances of picking up some bikini-clad beach bunnies for some hot action. I think I drove the entire way down there with a raging hard-on just thinking of it all.
When we arrived we realized that the hotel had screwed up our reservations and meant that instead of a room with two double beds we had a room with only one. We tried to change it but with it being spring break all of the rooms were booked. After being offered a discount we decided to take it and make the best of it.
That night we went down to the beach and started to walk down towards the main strip where all of the kicking bars and pubs were. Almost as soon as we got down there two girls started talking to us and we spent the evening partying with them. For some reason though they decided to head back to their hotel and when we asked they told us that their parents were waiting for them. Not sure of their age we decided to let them go. So that night we went back to our room alone.
For a few nights similar things went on, we met women, had some fun at the bars but were never able to get them to come back to the hotel with us. After the third or fourth night we went back to the room and plopped down on the bed, frustrated and horny. I went to take a shower and when I came back Vince had turned on one of the porn movies that they offered on the TV.
"What the hell are you doing?", I asked. "Are you trying to make it harder to fall asleep?"
Vince sort of shrugged and kept watching the TV, where a blonde with huge tits was gobbling some guy's massive cock. "If I'm not getting it I want to at least watch someone who is."
He was lying back on the pillow with his lower body under the covers and I decided to do the same and watch with him. We both had only boxers on and I guess the covers were a barrier against the erections that we were both sporting. We sat and watched in silence for a while and since I had my one hand under the covers I rubbed my cock a bit from time to time. The lights were out in the room and I figured Vince wouldn't notice.
But he did notice and smiled at me. "Does that feel good?". I said that it did and he surprised me by saying "If you want to go ahead and jerk off I won't be offended in the least, and it would give me an excuse to do it myself".
So still using the covers as a shield we both pulled off our boxers and began to pull on our desperate cocks. As the action on screen got hotter I was beating a bit faster and looked down to notice that the movements of our legs had pulled the sheets down to our mid-thighs, exposing our knobs to each other. I turned and looked at his and suddenly found it to be incredibly sexy. I had never even thought about another man's cock before, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it as I yanked on my own. I think Vince was doing the same thing out of the corner of his eye.
Vince suddenly stopped running his hand up and down the length of his cock and moved his hand down to massage his balls. Before I realized I was going to do it I reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock. He gasped as I touched it and jumped up a bit. "What are you doing?" he asked, but made no move to get me to let go.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I began to masturbate my friend.
"Jay, I'm not gay", he said quietly. I told him that I wasn't either and that I saw nothing wrong with helping a friend out who needed to come. We'd done it with our female friends on occasion, so what made it different now? He lay back on the bed and stared at the TV, almost afraid to look at me or his cock that I was working on. I couldn't believe what a turn-on it was to hold another man's knob in my hands. The feel of it was much different than my own and I was excited to explore the ridges and veins that were unique to only him. From my position it was difficult though - I was raised up on my left elbow while reaching across my body with my right hand to pull on his cock. I moved a bit closer and put my head on his stomach to take the weight off of my arm. His cockhead was right in front of my face and I looked at it in awe. Vince put his hands on my head and I took this as permission to keep going.
I moved down and licked across the tip of his knob. His body shuddered and he let out a gasp that made me smile. I then ran my tongue around the tip and then closed my mouth around it. He lifted his hips a bit to meet my mouth and I took more of him into it. I gagged a couple of times until I figured out how much I could take and how I should do it. It was incredible to feel it in there and I ran my tongue along the length of it as I sucked him. I reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them in my right hand like I wish more girls would learn to do. I tickled the space between his balls and his hole and he cried out in pleasure. It didn't seem to take so long until I felt his stomach tighten and his cock begin to constrict. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum in my mouth but before I could make a decision I felt him empty his loud in fast shots. The taste wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be but I could understand my so many of my female partners had disliked it. When it stopped he fell back on the bed trying to catch his breath.
I sat up crosslegged on the bed and looked at his as I wiped a stray drop of cum that had run down my chin. He looked at me with a very guilty expression. "What did we just do?" he asked.
I have to admit that I felt very uncomfortable as well. I'd done something that I had never really thought about before - sucked off a guy. But I wasn't full of remorse and I told him so. "We've been friends forever" I told him. "Nobody has to know about it." We talked about it for a while, understanding that was the first time either of us had been involved in anything like that. I think it was then that he glanced down and noticed I was still hard as a rock.
"It looks like you're still waiting" he said and he nodded towards my cock standing at attention. "But I'm not sure if I can return the favour".
"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do" I told him.
"I can do it on my own".
He shook his head and he slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor. "But you shouldn't have to", he said to me as he grabbed my knees and pulled me towards the side of the bed. My body shuddered with anticipation as he ran his hands up and down my thighs, obviously unsure of how to begin. He then reached up and held my cock with both hands, moving them up and down slowly and leaning in closer. I groaned as he took my cock in his mouth. I couldn't believe how warm it was, much warmer than any mouth I'd felt before. I jumped slightly as his teeth bumped my cockhead and told him to open his mouth a bit more. It took him a bit longer to get used to it than it had for me but after a few minutes I was in heaven as my best friend bobbed on my knob. The pent-up testosterone from the few days of hunting girls and then sucking on his cock was too much for me and it was over very quickly. I cried out in passion as my orgasm raged through my body. Vince pulled away whereas I had taken him completely and let my cum splurt out on my stomach and his hands. I fell back on the bed as he brought me down slowly. He had obviously spent a lot of time jerking off and knew how to handle a cock immediately after it was spent.
He crawled back into bed and turned off the TV. We said little to each other and didn't mention it at all the rest of the vacation. We did manage to pick up a couple of girls that week and had sex with them. But as she gobbled away on me I couldn't help but think of my friend's mouth that had been doing the same thing a few days earlier. That was ten years ago and although I know where he lives we have grown apart. I don't know about him but I have not touched or been touched by another man since that night. But I think of it often and wonder if I'll find myself in that position again. I keep thinking that we should have followed up on it that week while we still had the courage to do so. After knowing what it was like to have him in my mouth I often wonder if I could have taken him in other holes on my body. Perhaps one day we will get a chance to continue this story.....