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By *ickd OP Man
3 weeks ago
Belfast |
First Cut is the Deepest
My first meet is like a slo-mo movie in my brain. He was 23, ginger haired, pale skinned, freshly showered, no top on, jeans and no shoes or socks, standing at his front door, which opened directly on to the street on a dark ?Friday night? in mid-February; it all feels like a lifetime ago now.
Id text ahead to ask him to meet me at the door, as I walked along the street he simply flicked his head back a little in acknowledgment and said, “alright”, then he stepped sideways to let me in and closed the door. He pointed to the staircase and in my paranoia, I said, “you go first”.
I can still hear my own breathe as we climbed the stairs and I took in the fresh smell of him and listened to every sound in the house to content myself that we were alone and I wasn’t walking into a trap of some kind (the guilty conscious of a married man was alive and well in me from that first foray into a real life experience with another man).
It was a shared house. As soon as we entered his bedroom he turned the key in the door, I checked to see it was still in the lock in case I needed to exit quickly - for whatever reason. I’d no notion what would happen next.
I stood in the middle of the room, directly under the unshaded electric bulb. He came and stood facing me, looking at me, not touching or speaking. I think I put my right hand out and with my forefinger, I stroked his slim hairless, reasonably defined body. I was fascinated by his relatively tiny brown nipples.
He leaned in to kiss me, which for some reason I hadn’t considered or expected. I was astonished at how natural and easy it felt to kiss another male.
He unbuttoned my cream coloured formal shirt. Gently stripping it from me and semi folding it before placing it carefully on a chair across the room. I remember feeling that that was a very respectful and assured move on his part and I began to relax.
Returning to kiss me, his lips moved down the right side of my neck and I genuinely nearly fell to the floor I was so surprised at the sensation it caused and how arousing I found it. I entered fervently into the kissing and recall pulling his head to the side and down so that I could kiss along his jawline, round to his ear, licking it, sucking on his lobe, then down his neck until my lips were on his shoulder and I was biting the flesh on his upper back.
With his head half pushed down, I realised he was kissing and sucking on my left nipple. Again, the sensation was, well, sensational and I held his head there to indicate that he shouldn’t stop...
Still not another word had been shared. We returned to kissing and it was hard, passionate, tongues flicking and poking everywhere to taste and explore. I kissed up his nose, across his eyes, onto his forehead, inhaling his scent as he continued to kiss and bite gently on my chin.
My hands were endeavouring to slip down the back of his jeans, his ass was firm and I could feel a soft downy like covering of hair as I caressed it. He opened the blue coloured cloth belt holding up his jeans, pulled down his zipper, peeled and spread them open to reveal a pair of tight, white jersey boxers and a hard cock that was pressing against and straining the fabric.
Dropping to my knees felt instinctive, I recall kissing his cock through his trunks and I could smell his young man scent off the material.
Still kneeling, I tucked my fingers in behind the band of his trunks and gently starts to pull them down. His trimmed and almost styled ginger pubes emerged first and I was thrilled. (My first sexual experience with a woman was also a ginge and I loved licking her cunt.) His cock sprung upright as I continued to pull down his trunks. His hairless, shaved balls hung below - I couldn’t resisting licking them: and there, in that moment, began my ongoing fascination with balls.
His balls seemed to rise as I licked them, they tightened at my touch. I took them one at a time in my mouth, licking them ‘til they dropped and I could take both of them in my mouth.
By now he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Trunks down around his ankles and I was twisting and turning on the floor trying to find the best angle to lick, lap at and suck on his beautiful young balls.
He used his heels to slip off his jeans and trunks and lay back on the bed, his pillows tucked under his head so he could watch me, his eyes and mouth opening and closing slowly, his breath shallow to tell me (still without speaking) that he was happy with what I was doing - so I entered in to it with even more fervour.
Eventually he spoke to say, “I’m going to cum.” I watched expectantly as I continued lap and slurp at his balls. They rose and tightened in my mouth and I knew he was on the edge... then this stream of pure white spunk shot up around his chest, hitting his own face. I was stunned at the force of it, its youthful velocity and volume left me stock-still and I sat back on my ass in admiration at his spunk covered young body.
(It’s late. I’ll continue that another time) |
