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By *ers300 OP Man
2 days ago
West Kirby |
So there I was, 19, still a virgin, and in a situation that I’d never allowed myself to imagine, even though, if I was being honest with myself, I’d always known it was men that I was interested in.
As soon as I turned to face him, he took this as my consent, which I guess it was. He moved his body right next to mine so that I could feel his heat and his ramrod cock straining against my bare skin. It was very wet with what I only discovered later was copious amounts of his pre-cum, which, in all honesty, I didn’t even know was a thing.
His floppy blonde hair framed his incredibly good looking face in the half light of the caravan; God he was attractive. I could just about make out his smile as he pulled me towards him and his mouth crushed onto mine ravenously. His tongue invaded my mouth and I let it. I had kissed lots of girls previously in my attempt to convince myself I was straight so I was no stranger to this sensation. I found myself kissing him back and I began to relax a little.
My own cock was throbbing and his hands were doing their best to free it from the confines of my underwear, which I’m fairly certain had its own damp patch spreading across the front, but I resisted. My mind was in turmoil. If I did this then I had to admit some things about myself that I wasn’t sure I was ready to admit and, for some reason, I thought that if I crossed this boundary, everyone in the world would immediately know my secret, and the wall of the straight persona that I had carefully built around myself would come crumbling down.
John, on the other hand, was very comfortable with his sexuality. He never needed to tell everyone he was gay and had never come out as such; it was just generally accepted and was nobody‘s secret. I’m fairly certain my bosses had a suspicion about me and that’s why they clearly weren’t worried about sending me away to work with him for the weekend. In hindsight, and in many ways, they did me a favour.
Have you ever been in a position or find yourself in a situation where you know that the next decision you make could potentially change everything that you thought you knew, or certainly was trying to hide?
John was relentless. At 29, if the stories about him were true, he was quite experienced and didn’t seem to have any inhibitions; I was jealous of how comfortable he was in his own skin.He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t going to rest until I let my defences drop. I’m equally certain he knew that I wanted this just as much as he did but was scared to take the next step.
We kissed with some vigour for what seemed like a long time. I was still in my underwear but allowed him to explore my body with his hands and, to a certain extent, his tongue. Finally, I gave in and allowed him to remove the last piece of clothing that was the only remaining barrier between us. Looking back now, it seems like I just wasted an hour, but it also served to raise the sexual tension for both of us, so not a complete waste of time
Apart from my own and a few hurried fumblings with girls, John’s was the first hand, apart from my own, that had ever really been around my cock, and I loved it. He held onto my length with a firm hand. He peeled my foreskin back gently but deliberately revealing my very wet end. He then went to work using his thumb to massage my pre-cum around my helmet expertly; it took every ounce of reserve in my body not to shoot my load right there and then. |
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