[M]y first ti[m]e. Thick cub's first time man-to-man. | 2016

I was a late bloomer. Don't get me wrong, I jerked off constantly, filling rags, tissues, socks and more with many, many loads, but at 23 I was not confident in my body and managed to make it through college with only the occasional man-to-man contact.

This all changed one hot night.

I'd been visiting a BBS chat room (yeah, back in the day) for a few months chatting here and there with guys. Jacking off to this or that interaction or photo. Then one night Russell came online. There was no real bravado about him, which was different than the other guys online. He was pretty matter-of-fact, wanted to get to know me a bit. He did ask what I was into and I said, I honestly didn't know. That i knew I liked men, fantasized a lot, but hadn't really been with another guy. Why? He asked?

I was a cubbish guy. Didn't know what that meant, but I was a hairy dude and 5'10 and 215. I was hit on a decent amount by other guys, but too shy and not comfortable with my body. I hadn't seen other hairy guys really. I had nice pecs, a round juicy butt, striking blue eyes and dark brown hair - some liked these features on me, but I just didn't bring it all together to feel, well, sexy.

Russell offered to meet for dinner. He hinted if things worked out we could go back to his place and mess around. I was 23 and he was 38. He was experienced and over dinner the next night I got a good look at him.

He was 6'4 maybe 200 pounds and had beautiful pecs and shoulders. He wore silver glasses and was pretty much a regular looking guy. Hazel eyes, blondish brown hair. You know those guys with a soft layer over their muscles? Love that. Still gets my dick hard thinking about it. Not cut, but firm. Russell was confident, more butch than me and responded well when I said despite our age difference, I wasn't looking for a daddy.

My cock was hard for most of dinner. He'd scan my face and what he could see of my body as we sat in the booth at a local burger joint. Every once in a while he'd adjust himself. I couldn't see what I was in for.

"You know, you're really sexy," he said to me. I blushed bright red. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum against my thigh as he rubbed my hand across the table. Yeah, I'm pretty much ready to go like that. "I really just want to kiss you," I said. It was electric. I'd never felt like this before. Just like I wanted to do anything and everything with this man. We paid the check and walked out towards his place which was about 3 blocks up.

We were in the gay section of town. He knew it was ok to slip his hand across my ass as we walked giving it a gentle rub. I was not a muscle guy with some perfect gym butt, no, I just had a nice thick ass that I caught other guys looking at more than once. As we turned to enter a crosswalk, he pulled me too him suddenly. He was strong. Very strong, and forceful. He pulled me up to him. Lifting me up a bit and kissed me so deeply, pressing himself hard against me. "You said you wanted a kiss. I almost forgot." And then he snickered. He knew he had me.

For the next block or so, I was walking with a relentless hardon. I'm sure there was a wet spot at the tip of my dick too. And I, a pretty shy guy, didn't care at all. This man was giving me a sexual awakening right on the street and I could care less if anyone saw the raging evidence.

We got to his apartment and he closed the door behind me. What the fuck. This guy had a knife collection. Holy shit. I gasped a little. Headlines flashed before me about some gay dude meeting someone online and getting cut up after a dinner date. I refocused my attention on the man in front of me.

"Come here." He pulled me against him again. And I relaxed. "You're really cute. I don't know why you've been so nervous." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and smiled at me. He rubbed my shoulders. His hands were strong and I was melting as he unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled it off me and started to lift my undershirt. I panicked a little. Here was this tall, hot guy with all these muscles and he was going to see that I was a little soft and super hairy.

He got the undershirt off and then he turned me around. "Mmmmmmm," he said. Pushing his package against me still completely clothed as he rubbed up and down my chest and stomach slowly and deliberately. "I fucking love hairy guys," he said. I turned around and he leaned down to kiss my nipples, flicking his tongue over them while grabbing my ass and breathing deeply. He was taking me in. He reached his hands down the back of my pants to get his hands directly on my ass and then pulled them out to reach around and unbutton my jeans. His eyes lit up. He knew I was in. But he still asked. "You wanna?" "Yes."

In one motion he managed to get my jeans and briefs off at the same time. My 6" cock was oozing precum and bounced right up as my clothes fell to the ground. My balls are much larger than average and I hadn't cum for 24 hours (a feat in my book). "Nice dick! YUM!" He said. I laughed a little and there, in the middle of some guy's apartment, I stood hard, naked, and hairy ready to do everything I could think of with and to this man.

I pulled his shirt off of him. He was smooth everywhere, and again with that kind of muscle that has a soft later over the top, but underneath it is hard and warm. He had the tiniest belly. His pecs were big and his nipples were perfect and erect. I ran my hands over his chest. Yep, I'm really gay, I remember thinking. His biceps were round and firm too. Strong forearms. At his point, I was just leaking precum like crazy and not caring at all.

We were kissing when he told me to take his jeans off. His bulge was huge and straining against the zipper. I unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled down the zipper, pulling it down over his noticeable thickness. The jeans came down and I could see he had big muscular legs. Thick quadriceps I ran my hand over. Again, soft and hard, warm and thick.

He stepped out of his jeans and stood in his briefs. I could tell his dick and balls were huge. I'm not really a size queen, just usually don't care that much, but this was (and remains to this day 18 years later), a massive treat. I pulled his briefs down and gasped. His cock was thick and long. More than 9 inches and just so damn thick. I'd never seen a cock like this (haven't really since either). His balls were proportional. "Holy shit," I said. He knew. He knew he'd been packing this huge cock and never said a word about it. Never bragged, never winced when he saw my more average sized dick.

I started stroking it. It was warm in my hand. I gripped it and methodically started pulling it up and down. I'd never been this turned on - another man's cock right there in my hand. He leaned back and letting me go at it. I knew we needed to get over to the bed.

Part 2

As i was stroking his cock he just let me. I know that might sound odd, but in that moment, it was just my hands and his dick. No extra touching except the feel of the air hitting my chest, my dick, and my ass which all felt so exposed, but also free. All the energy in the place was in my hand and his beautiful dick. He moaned as I stroked him and then reached for my nipples, giving them a tweak. My cock and asshole both twitched in response.

We walked over to his bed, cocks hard and waving in the air. His bedding was incredibly soft and comfortable, the bed just high enough that i had to climb up. He positioned me sitting up with my back against a bank of pillow and legs open. "Your body is beautiful." He climbed up to me and kissed me deep. His lips were firm and full and his tongue was talented. First he would lightly lick my lips, then kiss, then go for it. He pushed more of his weight against me. Wrapped his arms around my barrel chest and laid across my body. My dick was rubbing against his belly and his against my balls.

I thought I'd cum right there. I was feeling high. Hadn't had a drink in days and don't really do drugs. He slid down my body, licking my pecs and then giving them gentle slaps. "Fucking hot," he said. Finally, he reached down and grabbed my cock. I always thought of my dick as being too small. Enough for me and my wild fantasies, but I thought I could not please a man. I had seen too many huge beautiful dicks in the magazines I'd stuffed under my mattress and occasionally in the shower, even on smaller guys. I never thought it was enough. But that night, in that room, not only did I not care, but it was bigger, harder, and evidently sweeter than I could imagine.

He took his time. I generate more precum than I've ever seen. It's viscous, and looks pretty hot slipping out my cock and down the shaft. He squeezed me for a bit, got his hand nice and wet and then licked the tip. First he lapped at the slit, teasing it hungrily. Then he took the tip of his tongue and slid it all the way to my balls. Up and down. Not in a hurry. Sending shivers through me. My hands rested on his head, more in a gesture of intimacy than power.

Then to the whole tongue. Russell's tongue was like his cock. Just big and thick. He made his way down to my balls and then pushed my legs up and back so he could focus on them. He stroked my cock with his hand, a gesture I started bucking into, and gave my balls a bath with his mouth. He was moaning the whole time. I had given myself to him completely.

"I wanna suck your cock, c'mere." I said, pushing my dick away and twisting myself on top of him. I wanted to make sure this wasn't just the me show.

He laid up against the pillows. His cock was standing at attention. It was so beautiful. Like this, I could see both his dick and his balls resting between his legs. His cock was stretched up pass his belly button. I loved how unassuming he was about such a perfect dick.

I gripped the base and pulled down to stretch it out a bit. There was so much to work with! I sucked on the head a bit as I stroked it towards my mouth. I kissed the head and then licked all around, tonguing the slit very slowly and deliberately. He was cut and the strain of his hardon made the area without foreskin look eager and sexy to me. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could and he slowly thrusted into my mouth and then throat. I'd gag here and there, but I was committed and loved the feeling of him inside my mouth. "Oh yeah," he kept saying sweetly as he rubbed my neck and caressed my upper back. He stopped me. "I don't wanna come yet. Turn over."

And he held me. He was still against the wall with his huge dick pushing up against my back as he pulled me against him. He hugged me from behind and rubbed my shoulders. I didn't care that they were hairy for once. He massaged every bit of tension in my neck into relaxation. Me dripping everywhere now and a little raw from the sucking. his hands traveled to my front, all over my hairy pecs as I arched back hard against him. I was so warm and open.

He reached around for my cock again and stroked it as he rubbed his dick against me. Firm, decisive strokes. He licked my ear. Stroke. Nibbled the lobe. Stroke. Pinched my hard nipple gently and flicked it. Stroke. He loved my body.

He got up and put me face down on the bed and pulled me onto my knees. My juicy ass was in the air, cock and huge balls dangling beneath me. "Have you ever been fucked?" The sound sent a full body shiver through me. Scared and excited, ready and not ready. "No. I don't know if . . ."

"Don't worry, we won't do anything you want. I'm gonna ask you along the way. Your butt is so fucking cute, I'd really love to see what you like." All I could think of was his massive dick tearing me up. I just wasn't sure. The thickness alone was a lot to look at, much less take inside.

As I was thinking, I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart, just a little. "Jesus, your hole is so beautiful." I had read up about cleaning and all that before I went over just in case. I had washed inside well and cleaned myself with a warm towel. He pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt something warm and wet against my hole. I thought "Oh man, he's gonna push 9+ inches of cock in me right now."

But it was his tongue. Flicking against my hole and the pushing a little inside. I wanted this more than I've ever wanted anything. I had no idea this was something people did and I could almost only think with my hole. "Oh fuck." "You ok?" "Don't stop. Just don't stop." He started licking my hole with total commitment and passion. I could feel tingles, electric tingles all up my bidy and rooted in my cock and my hole. He buried his face in my ass. Grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his tongue. I've never felt so natural and beautiful and sexy. Like being gay was this tremendous gift.

He pulled my ass up higher in the air. Lubed a finger and gently pushed in me. "Your'e tight. We have to work our way up." I was ok with that. The tongue was back and I was thrusting my ass against his face taking everything he could give. It was shocking and life changing in the same moment. Fucking was a gift. Exploring sex was powerful and fun and meditative.

And then he did it. He reached that place. We reached that sweaty, out of breath, soaked in precum place where the rhythm of his stimulating my ass took over. I had lost control. I just wanted him to keep pushing his tongue up in me and for my nerves to be rattled and strummed by him. He turned me over but didn't stop eating my ass, holding my hips where he wanted them, pushing my legs back for the best access.

I could barely talk. It was transcendent. My breathing was heavy as we thrusted and then it started. "I'm. Gonna. Uh. Oh." I didn't touch my dick but started blowing. The first shot was so sudden. Hit me in the face covering my chin and dripping down my neck. Another. Another hit the center of my chest. Another. And the one more hit my forehead and a little in my eye. And then all over my hairy belly - open for all to see - covered in a massive load. (I still shoot more and harder than anyone I have been with. It's a sight!).

He had a plush white towel ready to clean me up. I was weak from all the pleasure but pulled around up against the pillows again and pulled his huge body against me, his back to my chest. He let me play with his nipple with one hand and jerk him off with another. He grabbed some lube and I stroked him for a long time. His huge balls were bouncing fast and he'd reach back for a kiss every so often while he thrust his dick in my hand. "Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His dick was hot and slick and his muscular thighs were tensing. His nipples were tight.

When he started shooting he pushed hard against me, arching his back harder, putting all his energy and musculature into thrusting his cock. The first shot was so quick I couldn't tell where it landed. He pumped several more thick ropes of cum all over his belly and chest and all over my hand. His cum was thicker than mine. Before I could return the favor and clean him up he whipped around, pulled me down off the pillows and got on top of me. He was still hard and rubbed his ass against my soft cock. I rubbed his thighs.

"There's more,' he managed and he started wildly thrusting. I tried to grab his dick but he wouldn't let me. I rubbed the cum on his belly and pecs as he thrust and shot five more big loads across my hairy body and across my face. He buried his tongue in my mouth and slid down to where he was laying on top of me. We made out for a while, staying messy for a bit. "Don't ever believe people don't want your body. You're sexy and a really great fuck."

We showered and jerked off together again before I fell asleep, naked in his arms, his cock pressed up against my ass all night and his arm across my chest.

also posted at /r/gaystoriesgonewild