My memory asks, “which first?”

The first time I knew I was gay?

The first time I held a man’s cock in my hand?

The first time I came? Sucked a schoolmate’s cock? First swallowing his cum months later?

Those would be learning the ropes. Those parts of my life are to be withheld, only subjects discussed with my partner, therapist, and closest of friends.

I would then conclude that my first time would be my first orgasm while being fucked by a gorgeous South African writer. François was in his late 20’s, me early 30’s. We’d crossed paths once, when he was single and I was pulling my life back together after a natural disaster. Later I was to learn that my gaydar had been completely turned off at the time, as he would whisper to me later.

François was 6 feet tall, tight body, and not overly built. He taught work out classes part-time. Back to the “meat” of my attraction, he had black hair, clear blue eyes, and a mouth that devoured my body and gently acknowledge our heat. We had been re-introduced by a mutual friend. Our first date was remarkable for its conversation, laughter, and make-out session on the back porch of our mutual friend as we waited for them to come home. I remember our bodies, hard, hands moving over the fabric that kept our skin apart. Rubbing our mutual hard ons through our jeans, kissing furiously, only to stop when we noticed our friend and his boyfriend standing there staring at us. They commented, “Get a room.” We had a room, so off we went.

I was staying with friends in my ex-partners bedroom; he was on tour as was his new twink. François and I sprinted into the room closed the door and striped each other bare, kissing and licking one another. We fell into the bed writhing, rubbing, like sticks, the friction of our bodies only fueling passion and cooled by wet tongues. To my delight François was 7” uncut with a perfect patch of black pubes and hairless except for his pits. I put my hand on his chest and stared into his eyes as I grabbed our cocks and slowly started to jerk both of us off. I could sense his pending climax and so stopped. François, breaking a sweat, begged me to continue. I did. Starting with his toes. I moved my self to the bottom of the bed, held his calf in the air as I licked his foot, each toe. He had never had such attention paid to his feet and was moaning, his beautiful cock twitching. After I had paid homage to both feet I placed my hands under his knees and lifted them up. There it was. The whole package, nice low hangers, throbbing uncut cock leaking pre-cum and the crack of his ass.

“You.” That was the only words François could mutter as his blue eyes gazed at me in a sexual haze.

I had to lick his balls. I have always had a thing for balls. I enjoy mine being touched or having a well-lubed cock sliding over them. The perfect combination of smells, uncut cock, balls, sweaty tight hole threw me into a sucking frenzy. I was merciless in sucking his sack, licking each nut and then taking them both into my mouth to roll around as my hands spread his ass. I moved to my favorite spot, between the balls and hole. Wet licks, each one getting closer to my