Elliott Nest

The Importance of Being Earnest...and Frank
2018-08-25 05:09:48 (UTC)

Plans With A Man

My first with a man was in the mid-90's...

At the time I was living in the city, working in the suburbs. I was 24 I think. I was walking through this neighborhood when this dude slowly rolled up near an alleyway. He looked about 30's dark skin (Black) in a beard, shorter than me and more stocky. He pulled up in the alley and we made small talk. All the while he was eyeing me down with maybe ulterior motives...I was thinking that but it was alright because I liked the attention. Plus, I was high.

Then he said to lean over and give him a kiss. When we started making out, ohh it was nice and new. I mean, I'd never kissed a man, but yeah, I mean his neck, beard, all this man lust. All the while watching his right hand be sure it didn't have a nice or those "knock out" things in there. His left hand was fondling my dick through my shorts, probably checking what I was good for. then we stopped and he said to come in his car with him for more. I said no (I'm not THAT gullible) but we agreed to meet up later...at my studio apartment (!!). I gave him my address, we agreed on a time and yeah.

I had the place decked out punk rock-meets hippie with the black light on, "slow jams" playing on the radio, showered, condoms, lube (I'm assuming ). He came to the complex, I went and let him in...I don't remember that or much more than us undressing, maybe some kissing under the black light, his body looking very dark cartoonish and shadowy-sexy. I do remember getting down and sucking his cock: it wasn't super long but thick, stocky like him. In my hands, it felt real, like a new fleshy friend of sorts. I tried to remember all the porn I'd watched up until then, plus giving the "old college try" in giving head. I'm sure he directed me and/or showed me how it was supposed to go or in what direction to proceed. It felt good in my mouth like I finally started doing something right in my life. Dangerous, sexy, dark and mine (for the moment)...does that make any sense?

When he started to cum, you could feel something rising, plus the build-up in his breathing the whole aura. When he came I didn't know if I should swallow it or spit it out. I didn't get the chance to choose because he pushed me away to avoid the flow. Was it because it feels better to shoot free of obstacles or maybe he had a disease in the cum? I didn't know (still new to all this) but yeah. it was still an event. He laid on the floor as I sucked his tits and body, taking it in stride. A good time, yes sirree bob!

Also, not sure if it was one or a separate time but when he wanted to fuck me...wow. I was super excited but tried not to be anxious, just listen to what he told me to do. I remember he had me ass-up and (with a condom on) tried to enter me from that position. Just feeling a dick at that opening, about to enter and the filling of being used that way, I mean, as a vessel, a bitch, a sex-thing fuck yeah was the tops.
Either I was too tight, or kept pushing back with my ass, I think we tried the missionary(?) position, my legs up over my head and him doing it that way. I don't remember actual pentation but the feeling was "an A for effort."

I do remember being high for all of our meetings. And
He told me he was in another relationship and that made me the "side piece". Yes! No qualms about it. I wanted that. The new male-slut bitched-out. Teach me things, Captain, oh my Captain!

The last time we were together I was at his place, on my knees with him on a sofa with my mouth on his dick, giving another successful blow job. I remember looking up and over his head was a framed picture of Jesus. Well, ok. I still gave him a bj. And another push away when he came. Good times.

We never crossed paths after that. Maybe missed phone calls or whatever but I started seeing another guy after him. I was on a roll, and fuck it I guess. But I'd love to see him or anyone from that era again, if not only to share memories and such. Of course, cell phones and the internet weren't around back then and the names I forgot. But that's life I guess. We had a couple of good times, and I credit him for breaking the mold, if not for a better placement of words.

Janet Jackson's song "That's the Way Love Goes" reminds me of that night, as it played one time during those sessions.

More later, I guess...goodnight!




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