While I was reviewing the photos to make the edits, I kept realizing that I was getting more and more seduced by the idea of jerking off to this gay. He was good-looking. As I already said, he was chubby, with a fair complexion, hairy, and had a cock similar to mine, which is what I call normal. Around 18 centimeters in length, with a regular thickness, proportional to his size, and circumcised, while I wasn't.
The photos went from the most tranquil and soft ones, taken in Mariana's presence, to others that were more exciting and the last ones where he was completely naked and started playing with himself. Just looking at the photos made me get an erection. And it seemed like I had more than enough reasons for it. It wasn't just because of the photos themselves but also because they reminded me of the whole scene and got me a little excited again.
It had been something both unexpected and unimaginable for me to have a sexual encounter with another man. It seemed taboo or forbidden, something that never even crossed my mind before and now suddenly it was as if a world of possibilities had opened up before me. I had never seen gay porn before and when I consumed it, I didn't usually pay attention to the cocks, no matter how spectacular, beautiful, big, or veiny they were. And yet, remembering Rodolfo's cock and how he came through his thong was making me get excited again. It was like reliving that moment. In my stomach, I felt that pleasant sensation spreading almost immediately to my testicles and causing an erection from every hair on my scrotum.
I remember clearly how he ejaculated outside in a near-explosion as if it had been expelled by a spray bottle. That had never happened before and it was something that got me excited. In truth, I had never considered semen something that could give me pleasure before, but now remembering my friend's ejaculation was making me have huge urges to masturbate to me.
And I masturbated while editing his photos. I'd edit one and give myself a good cock stroke, then move on to another and give myself other cock strokes. That way I stayed for almost an hour and a quarter until my balls hurt and I had to run away. But WHAT A MORE SPECTACULAR RIDE I WAS HAVING! The semen came out first in a liquid stream almost like a small fountain, there I didn't feel as much pleasure but come on, the next seven gasps were intense, the first three lifted me to total ecstasy and the rest became a tender desire to fulfill my fantasies with that guy.
***
The day finally arrived to deliver the photos. And he kindly agreed to meet us at a shopping mall. He had a lot of interest in seeing the result of the session and according to him, it depended a lot on that result whether or not he would get me more work in the future.
As he didn't seem to show his sexual orientation, I didn't have any problems meeting him in public. And no, don't confuse me, I'm not an anti-homosexual discriminator or anything like that. It was just confusing and a discovery for me to have had a sexual encounter with another man, so the last thing I wanted at this moment was to add unpleasant social prejudices if someone saw me with a homosexual who didn't leave any doubt about his orientation. Those who have gone through something similar to mine will understand. I respect everyone who lives their life according to their interests but I also understand and respect those who want to keep some privacy regarding their intimacy. I'm the same way with my own heterosexual relationships, so I don't see why it would be different now.
***
The meeting point was a coffee shop in the mall and it was indeed the best choice since we were chatting comfortably for about two quarters of an hour before ordering the bill retire us. I was carrying my portable computer and a memory where Rodolfo's photos were stored with me.
I thought he would want to go straight to the hotel to review the photos, but instead he told me he wanted to look at them in the car. I didn't resist and when we got to the parking lot, I passed him the laptop with the photos.
He was looking at them silently for a few minutes before telling me they were fine, that despite not being a professional photographer, he had quite a bit of creativity about it and thought they were decent enough to fulfill his requirements.
He started looking at the photos again and this time brought one of his hands to my crotch and began to slide it towards my bulge.
I didn't say anything. Although I already had some confidence, I still felt strange. The pressure in my stomach wasn't long in coming. I let him do it.
-And do you... want to fuck me?- he said once he had me well erect, which was true since having him, my recently acquired object of desire, in the car, looking at his photos and then looking at me, had already put me in the mood. The fact that he started touching me had been the climax of my recently acquired fantasies as a hetero-curious person.
-Well... I don't know. I don't know if I'll be able to...- I said with a voice interrupted by genuine hesitation.
-Don't worry, I understand you've never done this before- he said. He closed the laptop and put his hand inside my pants. I was uncomfortable, but I was also getting hard.
-I see it's very hard, so I think if you're feeling a bit turned on in this situation, then yes?- he said.
-Eh, actually...- I confirmed.
-And while you were looking at my photos while editing them, did something go through your mind?- he asked. I took a little time to respond, feeling uncomfortable like an adolescent caught for the first time sniffing his friend's mom's underwear.
-Yes, honestly I... got hard.
-Vaya!- he said.- That's good. Then let's go to the hotel...
We went to the same hotel where I had taken the photos He asked for another room and we went up immediately. In this room, besides having the same services as the previous one, there was also a bathroom with a tub. He proceeded to fill it immediately and then undressed in front of me, just like opening a can of mushrooms, that is, without the slightest modesty. I didn't know whether to follow him or wait... confusion and fear still dominated me.
I think it's better if we play a bit before you put it in, he said. Do you want to undress?
I undressed. But he asked me to stay in my underwear. He was also wearing a thong. This time, he had on a light gray one that accentuated his cock well. I was wearing blue-turquoise underwear.
He started playing with himself to get his cock hard. And my own cock began to respond to the stimulus. He took out a bottle of oil, I think for massages or something, and put a little on the tip of his erect cock (still inside the thong) and spread it all over his penis.
Come, let me give you a little massage, he said. I approached him and my breathing was a bit labored, my heartbeats were faster than normal, and in truth I was so nervous that my hands were shaking slightly. I tried to hide the nerves. They might think it strange that I was so nervous this time if we had already had an encounter before, but I think that last time everything happened so suddenly and quickly that I didn't have time to get ready. This time, since we knew what was going on, I had created expectations and fears beforehand. The other time, I just went there to take some photos and ended up getting a tremendous blow job; this time, since we agreed to meet again, we both knew that I was going to screw Rodolfo. That's it.
When my cock was well oiled, I started feeling a very pleasant sensation of warmth. He still hadn't taken off his underwear, got up, looked at me straight in the face, and I returned his gaze, with just a few centimeters between us.
... It calls itself frottage- he said, putting a French accent on the last word.
-Grease oil? I asked foolishly.
-No, this- he said and at that moment grabbed my cock and brought it together with his to rub them softly over our inner clothes. As we were full of oil each time he removed his cock from mine, you could hear a slight quack-quack sound and oil droplets would detach from one side to the other. It was a truly wonderful sensation.
-Although it's a first approach to the homosexual world, there are many heteros who practice this- he said - Did you know that?
-Eh, no...
-Then you've never seen or heard of this before?- he asked.
-No, well if in some movie and I had heard something about crossed wanks- I said.
-Well, a cross-masturbation is just each one jerking off the other, this is slightly different. You can notice that here we're only rubbing our cocks against each other.
-Does it have to be done like this? With oil and underwear?- I asked innocently, still feeling nervous but strangely very confident with this guy who didn't know how he had managed it. Not even women could make me feel like that when I went intimate with them. Now I was overflowing with a monstrous erection, receiving the stroke of my cock from another man's and I felt totally confident as if this were my world.
-No, not necessarily but I like starting like this- he said - It can also be done without oil and direct cocks against cocks without underwear.
-Vaya...- I said.
-Now after doing it like that, I like to take out my cock and put it under the other's fly. But I don't know if you'll mind. As he said this, he looked at me fixedly. What if I minded? To hell with it, I already wanted to experience everything at once. After all, in that room we were only two, what we did was our business and nothing more.
-No, go ahead...- I said timidly. He pulled out his cock Taking down my thong, I could see her lovely pink head filled with oil as she approached my zipper and put it in on one side. Her gland hit my testicles and then positioned herself so that it would be next to my own gland. We frolicked our cocks with our hands.
-Do you like it?- she asked, looking at me fixedly.
-This is tasty... was all I could say.
-Will you let me kiss you?- she said, looking at me in the eyes, then at my lips and back at my eyes. If you don't want to, we can stop...
I took a step forward and let my mouth touch hers. The minty flavor of a pill I had taken earlier filled my mouth. The first approach was gentle, then her lips opened, indicating in that language specific to kisses that I should do the same and with her tongue explored my mouth. The kiss she gave me was so intense it reaffirmed that our cocks were together inside my zipper. If this kept up, I would come before we could do anything else.
After a couple of minutes, she pulled her cock out of my zipper, stepped back a bit, and went down to give me a blow job like the last time. This time, instead of blowing on top of the zipper, she lowered it and without saying another word, put it in her mouth and while sucking and playing with her tongue also gave me a hand job. I came out in an intense burst...
-Excuse me, excuse me- I said...
-What's wrong?- she asked- but if you're rich, come on my face. When she said this, she squeezed my gland with her hand and made the orgasm that seemed to be moving away from me come back again, causing a couple more convulsions. The cum came out right in her face like she had asked.
-What a shame... she said- and stood up with her cock starting to retract.
-Aren't you going to come?- I asked.
-No, not yet...- I need you to recover and then if you're going to fuck me properly. Won't you?
-Eh.. jeje- I laughed timidly. She got into the tub and cleaned herself a bit with some semen. She ordered something from the restaurant by phone and promised me something. that in less than half an hour we would be resuming the job now if so. As it should be. That expectation had me very anxious, but I didn't have that much fear anymore. Now what I felt was morbidness, lust and a desire for that moment to finally arrive. Getting myself taken by another man for the first time. Will continue...
The photos went from the most tranquil and soft ones, taken in Mariana's presence, to others that were more exciting and the last ones where he was completely naked and started playing with himself. Just looking at the photos made me get an erection. And it seemed like I had more than enough reasons for it. It wasn't just because of the photos themselves but also because they reminded me of the whole scene and got me a little excited again.
It had been something both unexpected and unimaginable for me to have a sexual encounter with another man. It seemed taboo or forbidden, something that never even crossed my mind before and now suddenly it was as if a world of possibilities had opened up before me. I had never seen gay porn before and when I consumed it, I didn't usually pay attention to the cocks, no matter how spectacular, beautiful, big, or veiny they were. And yet, remembering Rodolfo's cock and how he came through his thong was making me get excited again. It was like reliving that moment. In my stomach, I felt that pleasant sensation spreading almost immediately to my testicles and causing an erection from every hair on my scrotum.
I remember clearly how he ejaculated outside in a near-explosion as if it had been expelled by a spray bottle. That had never happened before and it was something that got me excited. In truth, I had never considered semen something that could give me pleasure before, but now remembering my friend's ejaculation was making me have huge urges to masturbate to me.
And I masturbated while editing his photos. I'd edit one and give myself a good cock stroke, then move on to another and give myself other cock strokes. That way I stayed for almost an hour and a quarter until my balls hurt and I had to run away. But WHAT A MORE SPECTACULAR RIDE I WAS HAVING! The semen came out first in a liquid stream almost like a small fountain, there I didn't feel as much pleasure but come on, the next seven gasps were intense, the first three lifted me to total ecstasy and the rest became a tender desire to fulfill my fantasies with that guy.
***
The day finally arrived to deliver the photos. And he kindly agreed to meet us at a shopping mall. He had a lot of interest in seeing the result of the session and according to him, it depended a lot on that result whether or not he would get me more work in the future.
As he didn't seem to show his sexual orientation, I didn't have any problems meeting him in public. And no, don't confuse me, I'm not an anti-homosexual discriminator or anything like that. It was just confusing and a discovery for me to have had a sexual encounter with another man, so the last thing I wanted at this moment was to add unpleasant social prejudices if someone saw me with a homosexual who didn't leave any doubt about his orientation. Those who have gone through something similar to mine will understand. I respect everyone who lives their life according to their interests but I also understand and respect those who want to keep some privacy regarding their intimacy. I'm the same way with my own heterosexual relationships, so I don't see why it would be different now.
***
The meeting point was a coffee shop in the mall and it was indeed the best choice since we were chatting comfortably for about two quarters of an hour before ordering the bill retire us. I was carrying my portable computer and a memory where Rodolfo's photos were stored with me.
I thought he would want to go straight to the hotel to review the photos, but instead he told me he wanted to look at them in the car. I didn't resist and when we got to the parking lot, I passed him the laptop with the photos.
He was looking at them silently for a few minutes before telling me they were fine, that despite not being a professional photographer, he had quite a bit of creativity about it and thought they were decent enough to fulfill his requirements.
He started looking at the photos again and this time brought one of his hands to my crotch and began to slide it towards my bulge.
I didn't say anything. Although I already had some confidence, I still felt strange. The pressure in my stomach wasn't long in coming. I let him do it.
-And do you... want to fuck me?- he said once he had me well erect, which was true since having him, my recently acquired object of desire, in the car, looking at his photos and then looking at me, had already put me in the mood. The fact that he started touching me had been the climax of my recently acquired fantasies as a hetero-curious person.
-Well... I don't know. I don't know if I'll be able to...- I said with a voice interrupted by genuine hesitation.
-Don't worry, I understand you've never done this before- he said. He closed the laptop and put his hand inside my pants. I was uncomfortable, but I was also getting hard.
-I see it's very hard, so I think if you're feeling a bit turned on in this situation, then yes?- he said.
-Eh, actually...- I confirmed.
-And while you were looking at my photos while editing them, did something go through your mind?- he asked. I took a little time to respond, feeling uncomfortable like an adolescent caught for the first time sniffing his friend's mom's underwear.
-Yes, honestly I... got hard.
-Vaya!- he said.- That's good. Then let's go to the hotel...
We went to the same hotel where I had taken the photos He asked for another room and we went up immediately. In this room, besides having the same services as the previous one, there was also a bathroom with a tub. He proceeded to fill it immediately and then undressed in front of me, just like opening a can of mushrooms, that is, without the slightest modesty. I didn't know whether to follow him or wait... confusion and fear still dominated me.
I think it's better if we play a bit before you put it in, he said. Do you want to undress?
I undressed. But he asked me to stay in my underwear. He was also wearing a thong. This time, he had on a light gray one that accentuated his cock well. I was wearing blue-turquoise underwear.
He started playing with himself to get his cock hard. And my own cock began to respond to the stimulus. He took out a bottle of oil, I think for massages or something, and put a little on the tip of his erect cock (still inside the thong) and spread it all over his penis.
Come, let me give you a little massage, he said. I approached him and my breathing was a bit labored, my heartbeats were faster than normal, and in truth I was so nervous that my hands were shaking slightly. I tried to hide the nerves. They might think it strange that I was so nervous this time if we had already had an encounter before, but I think that last time everything happened so suddenly and quickly that I didn't have time to get ready. This time, since we knew what was going on, I had created expectations and fears beforehand. The other time, I just went there to take some photos and ended up getting a tremendous blow job; this time, since we agreed to meet again, we both knew that I was going to screw Rodolfo. That's it.
When my cock was well oiled, I started feeling a very pleasant sensation of warmth. He still hadn't taken off his underwear, got up, looked at me straight in the face, and I returned his gaze, with just a few centimeters between us.
... It calls itself frottage- he said, putting a French accent on the last word.
-Grease oil? I asked foolishly.
-No, this- he said and at that moment grabbed my cock and brought it together with his to rub them softly over our inner clothes. As we were full of oil each time he removed his cock from mine, you could hear a slight quack-quack sound and oil droplets would detach from one side to the other. It was a truly wonderful sensation.
-Although it's a first approach to the homosexual world, there are many heteros who practice this- he said - Did you know that?
-Eh, no...
-Then you've never seen or heard of this before?- he asked.
-No, well if in some movie and I had heard something about crossed wanks- I said.
-Well, a cross-masturbation is just each one jerking off the other, this is slightly different. You can notice that here we're only rubbing our cocks against each other.
-Does it have to be done like this? With oil and underwear?- I asked innocently, still feeling nervous but strangely very confident with this guy who didn't know how he had managed it. Not even women could make me feel like that when I went intimate with them. Now I was overflowing with a monstrous erection, receiving the stroke of my cock from another man's and I felt totally confident as if this were my world.
-No, not necessarily but I like starting like this- he said - It can also be done without oil and direct cocks against cocks without underwear.
-Vaya...- I said.
-Now after doing it like that, I like to take out my cock and put it under the other's fly. But I don't know if you'll mind. As he said this, he looked at me fixedly. What if I minded? To hell with it, I already wanted to experience everything at once. After all, in that room we were only two, what we did was our business and nothing more.
-No, go ahead...- I said timidly. He pulled out his cock Taking down my thong, I could see her lovely pink head filled with oil as she approached my zipper and put it in on one side. Her gland hit my testicles and then positioned herself so that it would be next to my own gland. We frolicked our cocks with our hands.
-Do you like it?- she asked, looking at me fixedly.
-This is tasty... was all I could say.
-Will you let me kiss you?- she said, looking at me in the eyes, then at my lips and back at my eyes. If you don't want to, we can stop...
I took a step forward and let my mouth touch hers. The minty flavor of a pill I had taken earlier filled my mouth. The first approach was gentle, then her lips opened, indicating in that language specific to kisses that I should do the same and with her tongue explored my mouth. The kiss she gave me was so intense it reaffirmed that our cocks were together inside my zipper. If this kept up, I would come before we could do anything else.
After a couple of minutes, she pulled her cock out of my zipper, stepped back a bit, and went down to give me a blow job like the last time. This time, instead of blowing on top of the zipper, she lowered it and without saying another word, put it in her mouth and while sucking and playing with her tongue also gave me a hand job. I came out in an intense burst...
-Excuse me, excuse me- I said...
-What's wrong?- she asked- but if you're rich, come on my face. When she said this, she squeezed my gland with her hand and made the orgasm that seemed to be moving away from me come back again, causing a couple more convulsions. The cum came out right in her face like she had asked.
-What a shame... she said- and stood up with her cock starting to retract.
-Aren't you going to come?- I asked.
-No, not yet...- I need you to recover and then if you're going to fuck me properly. Won't you?
-Eh.. jeje- I laughed timidly. She got into the tub and cleaned herself a bit with some semen. She ordered something from the restaurant by phone and promised me something. that in less than half an hour we would be resuming the job now if so. As it should be. That expectation had me very anxious, but I didn't have that much fear anymore. Now what I felt was morbidness, lust and a desire for that moment to finally arrive. Getting myself taken by another man for the first time. Will continue...
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