My First Time with a Man Was That Summer Alone at Home

Every summer the same thing happened. My wife loaded the kids into the car and left for the coast to spend 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 lined up with hers and I still had to go into the office. The whole house to myself, the silence, July’s sticky heat, and no one I had to explain myself to.

That Saturday I woke up hornier than usual. I sat down in front of the computer with the idea of watching a video and taking care of myself, but nothing really did it for me. I changed tactics. I went into a hookup site for men where, months earlier, I had set up a profile with no face photo. I only uploaded pictures of my cock and a couple of my ass spread open. Every so often I went in to look at other guys’ cocks and masturbate imagining I was sucking them, with the extra thrill of knowing they were men from my own city, maybe even from my neighborhood.

Messages started coming in quickly. I took advantage of them to ask for access to 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 head standing out from the rest. Not too long, not too thick. I can’t really explain it, but just looking at it pushed my arousal to a point I don’t remember ever having felt before.

We chatted for quite a while. He told me he had a girlfriend, but every so often he liked to have a man suck him off. I was alone and dying to try something new, so we ended up arranging to meet at my place that same afternoon. I gave him exact instructions so he could park without hassle, the address, the floor in the building. We agreed on a signal: when he got to the landing, he’d whistle the first notes of a song and I’d open the door.

As soon as he signed off, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself carefully, especially inside, to avoid any nasty surprises if things went further. I slipped a finger in with a little lubricant, both to clean myself and to ease the tingling that already had me unable to sit still.

More than half an hour passed and I started getting impatient. I logged back into the site and he’d left me a message from his phone: he’d parked and was on his way up. Right then I heard the whistle in the stairwell, those notes we’d agreed on.

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

Once inside, we said hello and stood there looking at each other 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 it’s 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 he didn’t do anything else. I guess he wanted to see how I’d react, to let me take the lead without quite finishing the job himself. I did what felt most natural. I gave him a quick kiss, then another, and the third was the real one, with our mouths open and our tongues finding each other. I was surprised not to feel any revulsion, not even a gag reflex. I closed my eyes and, honestly, I didn’t notice much difference from the kisses my wife and I gave each other.

—More relaxed now? —he asked when we pulled apart.

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

I took his hand and led him to the living room. I sat down on the sofa and stopped him standing in front of me. I stroked his thighs, slid my hands up to his hard ass. I found the drawstring on his sweatpants and untied the knot. I started pulling them down slowly. His briefs appeared, and as soon as I could, I grabbed the waistband of both and yanked them down together.

There before me was that cock I’d seen in the photos, hanging over a pair of freshly shaved balls. He was lifting his T-shirt with one hand to watch what was happening down there. My heart was pounding. My face was burning. I looked up into his eyes, then down again at his sex, and brought my tongue to the tip of the smooth, shiny head. I licked it very slowly, and the cock gave a little jolt in response. I liked that. I closed my lips around the foreskin, sucked, and exposed the head. I started to suck it, rubbing the frenulum with my tongue. My hands, which until then had been squeezing his ass, were now stroking his testicles. I had never sucked a cock before, so I improvised, imitating what I’d seen so many times on screen.

I kept sucking him off, encouraged by his moans. I could feel him hardening in my mouth and that turned me on so much. At one point he was so hard it pressed against his belly and I could barely keep up. I stopped and looked at him again. He understood right away. He took my hands so I’d sit up, pulled off his pants and briefs completely, and lay down on the sofa looking for a more comfortable position.

Seeing him like that, with his stiff cock stuck to his abdomen, I knew exactly what I wanted. I got on top of him offering him my sex while I kept sucking his, in a sixty-nine. I spent a good while working him with my mouth while he moaned and mostly just jerked me off with his hand. He started lifting his hips, trying to get to the back of my throat, which made me gag every time he touched my uvula. In the end I felt his cock convulsing. I kept it in my mouth, waiting for the cum, which I directed off to one side so I wouldn’t choke. It came out in spurts, hot and thick, with a taste not all that different from my own. I didn’t like it, but it excited me 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 so he could clean himself up and a couple of beers so we could hydrate. While we drank, I searched for videos on my phone and sent them to the TV, with the volume very low so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. We chatted a little about our lives. He repeated what he’d said about his girlfriend: she didn’t like sucking him off, and that’s why he looked for men on that site. Then I understood it wasn’t at all clear he was going to fuck me, just as he hadn’t sucked me off during the sixty-nine either.

So, after a while talking, I started rubbing his cock again. It got hard once more. I put on a video of two guys tangled up on a sofa, similar to us. I stood up and sat astride him.

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

—Never. Fucked, only women. With guys, at most I’ve let them suck me —he replied, making it clear how far he’d gone.

—You’re really going to pass up what I’ve got here for you? —I said while I took his cock, already almost hard again, and guided it to my entrance.

I leaned in to kiss him so he wouldn’t have time to answer no, and at the same time I positioned my ass at just the right height so the tip pointed at my hole. I lowered myself very slowly, helped by the lubricant I’d put on earlier. I had to clench to keep him from losing his hardness. It hurt a little at first, but I was used to my wife’s dildo, so I managed to get the head in with only a small stab of pain. I paused and looked at him: his eyes were closed and he wore an expression of pure pleasure. I kept lowering myself until I felt his thighs against mine.

—Ahhh —he moaned when he was all the way inside, and I moaned too.

I started moving my hips carefully, getting used to that thickness. My own cock, curiously enough, had shrunk to the bare minimum, just like when I played with the dildo. We kept at it for a few minutes until the discomfort disappeared completely and I started truly enjoying it.

—Come here —I said, standing up—. I want you to fuck me properly.

I took him to the bedroom. When he came in, he found me on all fours on the bed, my robe hiked up over my waist, offering him my ass. He grabbed my hip with one hand and with the other guided his cock to my already loosened entrance. I had to spread my legs wider to lower myself and make it easier for him. He started a slow, controlled in-and-out, holding my hips. Every thrust drew a moan out of me. My body clenched, trying to push that flesh out, while a thin stream of liquid leaked from my tiny cock.

After a good while like that, taking advantage of the moment it slipped out, I lay back on my stomach, pulled my legs to my chest, and spread my cheeks with my hands, inviting him to fuck me from the front, the way he fucked his girlfriend. He got on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, hooked my legs around his hips, we kissed, and he drove it in deeper than ever. The pace picked up until it gave me a pleasure I would never have imagined in my own body. Every удар struck something inside me that made me lose my mind.

After a few minutes I felt him go rigid. He buried his cock as far as it would go and started convulsing inside me. It was delicious to feel him flooding me with his cum, that heat filling me from within.

We stayed like that for a while while he caught his breath. I felt his cock lose its hardness and slide out when I clenched my sphincter. Then he let himself fall to one side and we both lay there, panting, staring at the ceiling.

—Was it worth it? —I asked.

—Damn right it was. It was fucking great —he answered.

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

—Not there —I said, crouching down and pointing at my open mouth—. Here.

—You’re going to get me hard again and I won’t be able to leave here today —he said, laughing.

Even so, he came closer, grabbed his cock, and pointed it at my face. He started pissing hard. The stream hit my face hot; I opened my mouth to feel it go in, salty, and spat it out right away. With one hand I was jerking off, and with the other I shoved two fingers into my ass, still stretched and slick with his semen. He didn’t take long finishing, and by then I’d come again.

After that I showered in peace. He had a second beer while I cleaned up. In the end, peeking through the peephole to make sure the stairwell was empty, we said goodbye and he left. I closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and smiled to myself, knowing that that summer at home was no longer going to be like the ones before.