My First Time with a Man Was That Summer Home Alone

Every summer, the same thing happened. My wife loaded the children into the car and left for the coast, spending fifteen days at her parents’ house, where they barely saw her during the year and missed her. I stayed in the city because my vacation never coincided with hers and I still had to go into the office. The whole house to myself, the silence, the sticky July heat, and no one to answer to.

That Saturday I woke up hornier than usual. I sat down in front of the computer intending to watch a video and relieve myself, but nothing really did it for me. I changed tactics. I logged onto a dating site for men where, months earlier, I had created a profile without a face photo. I’d only uploaded pictures of my cock and a few of my spread ass. I dropped in from time to time to look at other men’s cocks and masturbate while imagining them in my mouth, with the extra thrill of knowing they were guys from my own city, maybe even from the neighborhood.

Messages started coming in before long. I used the opportunity to ask for access to their private galleries, which were always the most explicit. One of those men had an especially beautiful cock. In the photo it was half-hard, resting on his thigh, the glans standing out from the shaft. Neither too long nor too thick. I can’t explain it properly, but the moment I saw it, my arousal reached a level I didn’t remember ever feeling before.

We chatted for quite a while. He told me he had a girlfriend, but every so often he liked having a man suck him off. I was alone and desperately eager to try something new, so we ended up arranging to meet at my place that very afternoon. I gave him precise instructions for parking without any hassle, the address, and the floor of the building. We agreed on a signal: when he was on the landing, he would whistle the first notes of a song and I would let him in.

As soon as he logged off, I went to the bathroom to clean myself carefully, especially inside, to avoid any unpleasant surprises if things went further. I put a finger inside myself with some lube, both to clean out and to soothe the tingling that already wouldn’t let me sit still.

More than half an hour passed, and I began to get impatient. I logged back onto the site and found he had sent me a message from his phone: he’d parked and was coming upstairs. Just then I heard the whistle on the staircase, those notes we had agreed on.

I ran to the door and stopped for a second before opening it. I adjusted my robe and slowly turned the knob, peeking out to make sure no neighbor was coming in or out. He turned when he heard the lock. I gestured for him to come in.

Once inside, we greeted each other and stood looking at one another for a few moments, sizing each other up. We were almost the same height. He was much younger, around thirty, slim and wiry.

“I have to confess, this is my first time with a guy,” I told him. “I’m really nervous.”

“Relax. We’re going to have a good time, that’s all.”

After saying that, he took me by the waist and brought his face close to mine, but didn’t do anything else. I suppose he wanted to see how I reacted, to take the initiative without quite following through. I did what seemed most natural. I gave him a quick kiss, then another, and the third one was real, our mouths open and our tongues searching for each other. I was surprised not to feel any revulsion, no gagging. I closed my eyes and, frankly, I didn’t notice much difference from the kisses I exchanged with my wife.

“Feeling calmer now?” he asked when he pulled away.

“A little,” I lied, because I was still just as tense.

I took him by the hand and led him into the living room. I sat on the sofa and stopped him standing in front of me. I caressed his thighs, sliding my hands up to his firm buttocks. I found the drawstring of his sweatpants and untied it. I started lowering them little by little. His briefs appeared and, as soon as I could, I grabbed the waistband of both and pulled them down together.

That cock I had seen in the photos rose before me, hanging over a pair of freshly shaved balls. He lifted his T-shirt with one hand to watch what was happening down there. My heart was racing. My face felt like it was burning. I looked up into his eyes, then lowered my gaze to his sex again and brought my tongue to the tip of his glans, smooth and shining. I licked it very slowly, and his cock answered with a twitch. I liked that. I closed my lips around the foreskin, sucked, and left the glans exposed. I began to suck, brushing the frenulum with my tongue. My hands, which until then had been squeezing his ass, now caressed his testicles. I had never sucked a cock before, so I improvised, imitating what I had seen so many times onscreen.

I kept sucking, encouraged by his moans. I could feel it hardening inside my mouth, and that turned me on immensely. At one point it was so hard that it pressed against his stomach, making it difficult for me to keep up the rhythm. I stopped and looked at him again. He understood immediately. He took my hands so I would stand up, removed his pants and briefs completely, and stretched out on the sofa, looking for a more comfortable position.

Seeing him like that, with his stiff cock pressed against his abdomen, made my mind up. I positioned myself over him, offering him my sex while continuing to suck his, in a sixty-nine. I sucked him for quite a while as he moaned and did nothing more than masturbate me with his hand. He began lifting his hips, trying to reach the back of my throat, which made me gag whenever he touched my uvula. Finally, I felt his cock convulsing. I kept it inside, waiting for him to come, and directed it to one side so I wouldn’t choke. It burst out in hot, thick spurts, with a taste that wasn’t all that different from my own. I didn’t like it, but it turned me on so much that I came without even touching myself.

I sat up, and he did the same. I showed him my mouth full of his cum.

“Is it really your first time?” he asked, surprised. “Swallow it all. Don’t waste it.”

I would have liked to kiss him and share it, but this was fine too. I swallowed it.

***

I went to get a towel for him to clean himself and a couple of beers for us to rehydrate. While we drank, I searched for videos on my phone and cast them to the television, keeping the volume very low so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. We chatted a little about our lives. He repeated what he’d told me about his girlfriend: she didn’t like sucking him off, which was why he looked for men on that site. I realized then that it was far from certain he would fuck me, just as he hadn’t sucked me in the sixty-nine.

So, after we had talked for a while, I began stroking his cock again. It got hard once more. I put on a video of two guys tangled together on a sofa, similar to what we were doing. I stood up and sat astride him.

“So you’ve never fucked a man, have you?” I asked, moving my hips and rubbing our cocks together.

“Never. I’ve only fucked women. With guys, at most I’ve let them suck me,” he replied, making it clear how far he had gone.

“Are you really going to miss out on this I’ve got here for you?” I said as I took his cock, almost hard again, and guided it toward my entrance.

I leaned in to kiss him so he couldn’t answer no, and at the same time positioned my ass at just the right height for the tip to point at my hole. I lowered myself very slowly, helped by the lube I had applied earlier. I had to squeeze to keep him from losing his erection. It was a little difficult at first, but I was used to my wife’s dildo, so I managed to get the head in with barely a stab of pain. I stopped and looked at him: his eyes were closed, his face showing pure pleasure. I continued lowering myself until I felt his thighs against mine.

“Ahhh,” he moaned when he felt himself fully inside me, and I moaned too.

I began moving my hips carefully, getting used to that thickness. Curiously, my own cock had shrunk to almost nothing, just as it did when I played with the dildo. We continued like that for a few minutes, until the discomfort disappeared completely and I began to truly enjoy it.

“Come on,” I told him as I stood up. “I want you to fuck me properly.”

I took him to the bedroom. When he entered, he found me on all fours on the bed, my robe bunched up above my waist, offering him my ass. He grabbed my hip with one hand and guided his cock toward my already dilated entrance with the other. I had to spread my legs wider to lower myself and make it easier for him. He began a slow, controlled in-and-out, holding me by the hips. Each thrust drew a moan from me. My body clenched, trying to expel that flesh, while a thread of fluid seeped from my tiny cock.

After a good while like that, taking advantage of the moment when he slipped out, I lay on my back, pulled my legs to my chest, and spread my cheeks with my hands, inviting him to fuck me face-to-face, the way he fucked his girlfriend. He positioned himself on top. I hugged him, wrapped my legs around his hips, and we kissed as he pushed himself deeper inside me than ever. His rhythm accelerated until he made me feel a pleasure I would never have imagined in my own body. Every thrust struck something inside me that made me lose my mind.

After a few minutes, I felt him go rigid. He buried his cock as deeply as he could and began shuddering inside me. It was delicious to feel him flood me with his cum, that warmth filling me from within.

We stayed like that for a while as he caught his breath. I felt his penis lose its hardness and slide out when I tightened my sphincter. Then he collapsed beside me, and we both lay there lost in thought, panting and staring at the ceiling.

“Was it worth it?” I asked.

“You bet. It was fucking great,” he replied.

He got up to gather his clothes and leave, but first he wanted to use the bathroom. I led him there. I went in first, took off the robe stained with all kinds of fluids, and stepped into the shower. He was heading for the toilet when I stopped him.

“Not there,” I said, squatting down and pointing to my open mouth. “Here.”

“You’re going to get me hard again and make it so I can’t leave here today,” he said with a laugh.

Even so, he came closer, took hold of his cock, and aimed it at my face. He began pissing forcefully. The stream fell hot across my face; I opened my mouth to feel it enter, salty, and spat it out immediately. With one hand I masturbated him, and with the other I slipped two fingers into my ass, still dilated and slippery with his semen. He finished pissing before long, and by then I had already come again.

Afterward I took a leisurely shower. He had a second beer while I cleaned myself up. In the end, I peeked through the peephole to make sure the staircase was empty, then we said goodbye and he left. I closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and smiled to myself, knowing that summer at home would never be like the summers before.