took both his hands to my crotch and instructed him what to do to pleasure my dick and to tease my balls. I let him stroke my cock, and cradle my nuts in his hand. (If this were truly a virgin experience for him, I intended to teach him to do exactly what I liked). I also let my hands roam all over his body and he soon reached the point where I knew that much more genital contact was going to cause orgasm. I coached him to edge and to hold off, something that he had not been used to doing he said, and I could tell it was an effort to hold it. I knew that it was time now to take the next step, and I moved my lips over his. He immediately recoiled, spitting out the words “I can’t do that” followed by a lot of “No, no, no, no’s” and the more he protested, the more determined I was to force his lips open and to insert my tongue. I succeeded. He stopped the protest nearly immediately and began to return the kiss with an incredibly hungry lust. Somehow we sank down to the floor and ended up lying side by side, dickheads pressing into each other as our hands found male cock, yet never breaking the kiss.

When it became essential for us to finally breathe, Chris pulled far away and said again, “I have never kissed a man.” Long silence. “I have never had a kiss like that one!” More silence. “I have never been naked with another man. Never have I felt another man’s dick.” “I never sucked cock, the thought never even entered my mind until I did it three days ago.” “What is happening to me?”

I leaned over him and kissed him again, and I could feel his body arch upward to meet my mouth this time, to meet my body. During the kiss, I had his dick in hand, and he had mine, and I knew that his eruption was forthcoming and now was inevitable. I felt his nuts tighten against his body, churning. I could tell that his ejaculation could not be stopped, nor should it be stopped. Rockets at Canaveral are not launched with such force as this orgasm! The thrill of sharing and experiencing such a violent orgasm pushed me over my limits as well, with buckets of cum flowing over and onto each other. Our lips remain locked until the spasms ceased. Both of us lay flat on our back, spent for the moment. Then, Chris said, “OK, you have been in control up til now. My turn to talk.”

Chris was a medical doctor so there was no need to go into definitions of what we were doing. He knew full well what we were physically doing, but it was a matter of talking through his emotions and why we were doing it. How we both felt about it. We agreed that both of us would be totally honest and answer any questions that the other one had.

He talked a lot, contending that he had never had sex with another man. I shot a lot of questions at this since it had always been my belief that every guy had some sort of manly things with another man that he did not want to perhaps admit publicly. I