A Gay Ol' Afternoon

If you'd told me a few months before that I would be happily engaging in raunchy gay sex, I would have told you that you were crazy. But there I was on a quiet Sunday afternoon with a man's tongue slipping and sliding in and out of my asshole.
I hadn't planned on this happening, exactly. The idea was that I would go out and scratch an itch I'd had for a while. I had no problem admitting that I found the male phallic form attractive. Nor that I found the ejaculation of semen mesmerising. For years I'd scoured the internet for the well shot videos of thick, creamy loads that either spurted or oozed from fine, stiff cocks. Fortunately for me that kind of thing was easy to come by. And in fact it was the only kind of porn I'd ever paid for. But it just wasn't the same as seeing it in person.
So I decided that it was time to get a first hand experience. This wasn't all to say that I didn't like sex with my girlfriend at the time. Perfect more-than-a-handful tits, a willing pussy and a willing ass. The sex was great. But there wasn't a dick in the picture.
So on this quiet Sunday afternoon, with a guy I'd met on Gaydar, I came face to face with my first real penis. We'd taken a quick drive to a car park not far from where we'd met. We pulled up at a quiet suburban shopping centre with public toilets located not far from the front. I hadn't been there before but as I walked in I could see it was perfect for someone like me - low traffic and relatively well kept, but the first main stall was, once we'd closed the door behind us, covered in beat scrawl, mobile numbers and crudely drawn cocks on the wall. A previous couple had suck some chewing gum on the door. This was a utilitarian feature of cruising that I was unaware of until this moment, but was apparently a functional courtesy that the gay sex scene had established long ago. He unrolled some toilet paper and stuck it on the door - a convenient and quickly accessible bit of tissue within arms reach for when someone needed to mop up excess jizz or juice.
There's not much ceremony involved in gay toilet sex and to be honest I think that's one of the big pluses. I sat on the toilet seat and he dropped his pants and all of a sudden I was confronted with my first real cock. In hindsight sitting down on the toilet was a waste of time - as soon as his dick came free from his shorts I was on my knees in front of it. I don't remember asking if I should or could, but within a split second it was in my mouth.
Being experienced, or older, he wasn't actually fully hard when otele gelen escort I latched on. However, he had developed a significant amount of pre-cum during our car ride and presumably from the anticipation of being sucked off by a young and naive closet fag. This meant I was able to enjoy my very first taste of man-juice while his ever expanding cock fattened entirely in my mouth. I came up for air. He asked me how I liked it. I said I loved it.
With his throbbing member bobbing in front of me, slicked with my saliva, I could see that he had a very distinct upwards curve. Viewing my prize I could see a bead of pre-cum for forming on his piss-slit. Even though my enthusiasm was doing everything it could to get the whole member back in my mouth, I took a moment to calm myself and slow down. Using the tip of my tongue, I danced it across his leaking knob end, taking the time to savour the fine salty flavour. A string of the pre-cum was hanging between the end of my tongue and his cock, suspended between us. Before it had a chance to drop on the floor I slurped at it, drawing it all into my mouth. I was impressed with myself, and looked up for approval. I could see that I had it.
I thought I'd take the task in hand and wrapped my hand around what was now a very erect member. Now I could see the pronounced upwards curve, some veins and a full foreskin that by this stage had begun to peel back, revealing his reddened, swollen cock head. I gave it a gentle kiss and a good squeeze, which yielded even more precum. With the chance to finally let my inner slut out, I slapped his dick on my cheek, feeling the sticky moistness splatter on it. I continued to rub the shaft on my face, enjoying the lewdness of it all.
I'd been so fixated on my prize I'd completely forgotten about myself. I knew I was hard, that was no surprise. But I was surprised when I freed my dick from my shorts. I was surprised because when I looked down I saw the biggest erection I'd ever had in my life.
I was so aroused that my foreskin had peeled all the way back, revealing a startlingly purple cock head. Dark veins were pulsing along my length which was fatter and longer than ever before. I stared at it for a moment, and started to feel slightly uneasy. For as long as I'd been interested in trying cock, I'd been telling myself that I wasn't gay and that it was just a passing curiosity. While I was considering this hopefully-not-lifechanging erection, he noticed it too.
In one deft movement balgat escort he stood me up as he bent down and all of a sudden I was receiving my first blowjob from a man. This too wasn't the plan, as I'd maintained that I was just there to suck. But there my penis was, deep in his mouth, a warm wet tongue spiraling around my shaft. With a vacuum like suction he pulled his lips away, letting my rod pop from his mouth.
"It looked like you needed a blowjob," he said grinning up at me.
"Yeah, I guess so!" was all I could manage in reply.
He reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, and pulled me forward, enveloping my penis in his mouth again. As he continued his work, clearly enjoying himself, I noticed his hands massaging my ass and gently spreading my behind. This was even further from what I'd planned.
"Here, let me show you something," he said, turning me around.
As I faced the wall he re-positioned himself behind me, still crouching down. I thought about objecting - it really wasn't what I'd come here for - but as i felt his breath on my behind, and looked back between my legs seeing him pulling on his cock, the inner slut overcame my trepidation and I shook my ass in invitation. Not that he needed it.
Moments later I felt the warm wet tip of his tongue dancing on my anus. I was in heaven. Without thinking about it I reached back and pulled my cheeks as wide open for him as possible. It felt delightfully lewd. He made the most of it, pashing my hole as though he'd been reunited with a long lost lover. I pushed back and he pushed forward and I felt a connection, some kind of spiritual lust you can only experience with an older man's tongue that far up your rectum.
But as wonderful as it was, it was still a public toilet. A number of noisy patrons had entered, and we both rose quickly to listen out, just in case. As I listened, I became acutely aware of the fact that I was there with another man, standing with our shorts around our ankles, penises fully erect. I looked at him with some concern and unconsciously slipped my arm around him and he did the same, reaching his hand down to briefly squeeze my butt in reassurance. Fortunately nothing came of it, they did their business and left promptly.
I wasn't going to let anything else stand in the way. I still hadn't quite got what I came for. And it seemed like he was feeling the same. Down again, bobbing my head on his dick, trying to imitate the innumerable times I'd seen the porn sluts elvankent escort do it. Sometimes short and shallow, a kind of tease, and then sometimes deep, mouth wide open and as much as his shaft in me as possible. There is something satisfying about feeling the warm glans of a penis pushing against your tonsils.
He pulled back and started to give himself a good hard wank. I stayed on my knees, my face only a few inches away from what was now a meaty blur. The moment he pulled his hand away my mouth was latched on to his knob in an instant. A few short thrusts later and he began to deposit the fine creamy prize that I'd been after for a lifetime.
For years I'd wondered what my first load would be like. Would it be thick? Watery? Chunky? Would it be a high velocity spurt, or would it be one of those long and slow affairs, with each rope of semen slowly oozing it's way from the cock. Would I be able to chew on it or would it be more like sipping coconut milk?
It was quite thin, and came out as a steady flow. I'd wrapped my hand around his sack and as he came I could feel the whole machinery of it kick in to action. It was a sort of twitching pulse and his balls raised noticeably, mixing his semen and sperm together before the load was sent coursing along his heated shaft and directly into my mouth.
It was a moment to remember, the savoury masculine load pouring across my tongue I what I can only describe as a gastronomic experience. My only regret was that I didn't let it linger longer on my palate before gulping it down. But in my defence I wasn't really thinking straight at that point. It tasted and felt like victory as I swallowed, finally living out the fantasy I'd had for so long. It was a fine load but part of me was disappointed, as I realised this could easily become a hobby - could one fresh load be enough for one day?
Unfortunately on this day it would have to be. But I made sure I got every last bit of it, rolling his nuts around and then squeezing his shaft, which caused a small amount of remaining jizz to ooze from his dick. It only experienced a few moments of daylight before it was lapped up and settling in my stomach with the rest of his cream. I knew it was over so I gave his knob another few licks and then leaned in to give each of his reddened balls a respectful kiss. And the reality, and efficiency, of gay sex returned to the fore as we both stood up, tucked our cocks away, shared a knowing smile and unlocked the stall door.
Heading to the car park I was almost giddy, and a short car ride later I was walking home. There's something to be said for being able to taste a cock hours after you've eaten one. I'm not sure how many times I beat off that evening, but when I finally started to fall asleep my balls were empty and the soothing scent of man sauce still lingered about, giving me one of the best nights sleep I've ever had.