met.

I really don’t remember much of the conversation though; I just remember what we did, or rather what he did to me. I don’t know how it happened, but I remember when he first reached out and touched my dick, which was already hard underneath my jeans. He reached out and stroked it through my pants and looked me straight in the eyes. He asked me if I was ok, if I was sure this is what I wanted to do. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded, and he unzipped my jeans. He opened them fully and reached inside, pulling my hard cock out of my pants. He stroked it just a little bit. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch. I was still too scared.

I remember when he first put his mouth on me too, when he first licked the tip of my head and then slowly took me, all of me, into his mouth. I opened my eyes and looked then, and the sight was incredible. His head bobbing up and down on my cock, it was the best head I’d ever gotten. I mean, I hadn’t gotten any for awhile, ever since I swore off women, but still, I remembered what it felt like and it was nothing like this.

I must have started to moan because he started stroking my shaft harder, taking me deeper into his mouth. When I was about to cum he could tell because he told me not to. He then told me to stand up and take off my jeans completely. I was in no mood to disagree and just watched as he too removed his own pants.

His dick was also hard. I had never really seen another man’s dick before, at least hard like his was, and I was taken aback at the sight. He walked over to me, started to kiss me, and began stroking my cock again with one of his hands, while the other made its way round to my ass. He was kissing me hard, and I must have gotten lost in it because all the sudden I remember feeling shocked, excited, scared as hell, and more turned on than I’d ever been in my whole life when I felt his cold and wet finger slide into my ass. He was even gentle, but it still hurt a little. Gradually I relaxed though, and it started to feel better and better. I was getting harder and closer to coming, my cock already dripping with my pre cum. I didn’t know what to do, so I just kissed him back and rubbed his cock.

He slowly, one at a time, inserted more fingers into my ass until I both knew what was coming and wanted it. When he finally told me to turn around I wanted to. I wanted him to fuck me. He was gentle but still rough, just rough enough. He fucked my ass, and I stroked my own cock until we both came, not quite together, me first and him right after, but it was close enough.

I fell asleep at his house, and when I awoke there was a note on the table but nothing more. He was gone, said he’d call me later that evening after work. I remember getting dressed, alone in his apartment, and then leaving. I never heard from him again, but I didn’t care. He had taught me what I had gone to that club to learn, and I’ll always be grateful for