Round 2, new location, MUCH longer story (m/m) | 2016

Caution, there be terrible writing, puns, and analogies ahead!

I showed up, at the time I planned. It was quite the drive, but the anticipation kept time moving quickly. There wasn't really any set plans. He had already given me a nice preview with some roadhead a few days prior (my previous submission). Now that we were at his place it felt nice, and awkward, to be able to have a whole apartment to do the deed(s).

I was a bit nervous, for my part. He was gay, open, and fine with it, I was still just curious, and was in no way tipping towards either side, yet. He was going to be only the 2nd cock I ever had, and I wanted to repay the favor. Little did I know that wasn't his focus.

So we kind of awkwardly walk through the apartment, after I ask for the tour. If it's not somehow a little bit awkward when I meet someone, I'm pretty sure they're just a con artist. So the tour commences and we're in his room. I mention the DVD porn that we talked about for a little background ambiance, and we set that up. Still awkward (lol!). At this point I'm still not sure what to do. This is more meeting than I've ever done with any 'hookups', so I'm not sure if I should try to establish a 'friend' demeanor, or just a stranger with sex.

Eventually the DVD plays, we stand awkwardly (yup, it was palpable), and I finally say "well, I guess I should get naked", and off go my pants. We share a laugh, probably an awkward one, 'cause at this point, I haven't used that word enough. I sit on the edge of the bed, and sure enough, he drops to his knees and begins, what would be, a longer journey than either of us knew at the time.

He starts with sucking, and licking, very typical stuff. But he starts running his hands on my thighs and holding my dick in place, pointing straight up. I was already semi-hard before the pants came off, at this point I was surprised he could pull me down that far. Was it good? It was amazing. My head constantly rubbed the roof of his mouth, almost feeling like the g-spot in a pussy. He would use so many different techniques and ways of wetting and sucking my dick, even now I can't remember them all.

Now that I was full erect, he went for it, just like in the car. All of it. A far better, and deeper, deep throat than the car though, this was so deep I thought my cock would actually snap. This was only my second DT in my life, and the first was from him a few days ago. Either I'm far bigger and longer than I estimate, or I need the right angled/positioned mouth to fully take me in without pain; or a combination of both. While fully down his, nearly gagging, throat wasn't the best feeling (90% down it was, however), I admire the skill and dedication to doing it! He would come off of that, my cock dripping with saliva, and stroke it a bit, catch his breath and begin to suck again. Damn champ.

Normally with BJs I go through waves of ecstasy. It's less like the constant hum of an A/C unit, and more the motion of windshield wipers. Well not today! The feel good juices were churning at a steady pace. I wasn't riding waves of pleasure, I was sitting on top of a sybian with the tiniest increase in 'volume'. But it was about to get a lot better.

He knew I liked rimming and was all for it, so I moved my ass (literally) to the edge of the bed, and he put my legs straight up, and began to lick my ass. It was nice, it's very soothing and relaxing to me. He would occasionally come up and lick my balls, and grab my dick. But he wasn't just eating some Grade A backside, he was prepping for what I would learn, was his first prostate massage. So, soon he had his fingers rubbing and rimming around my asshole, working them slowly inward, as I relaxed my involuntary flexing. He finally got in and began to, well, fiddle around. He was searching, as I now obviously know, for the actual money spot. While he did that he flopped my semi hard-on upward and began to suck on my head again. It was pretty OK, at this point. Then he found it. The male g-spot. My dick felt like it was going to burst. I began to moan louder, much louder, and I got vocal at this point too. I didn't direct him where to go, as I didn't know he wasn't just searching around, I thought he may have been....well I don't really know lol. So I lay there, on my back, legs in the air, as he fingers my ass and sucks on my dick. My back is arched and I'm grabbing at the sheets and, if I ever barely opened my eyes, I'm able to see his headboard now. Fuck the sybian, I'm sitting on a damn Mack Truck engine!

I thought I'd cum in no time, boy was I wrong! He learned a bit about my prostate in this time, there were times of full throttle pleasure, and times of coasting in 1st gear. He would do different things with his free hand and mouth, ranging from cupping my balls and licking up my shaft, to (the best) jerking my dick and sucking my whole cock. I eventually came. I thought I was going to have some sort of body failure, my back relaxed and my neck went limp. I felt myself absorbing into the bed, and I no longer had control over my eyelids, as they fluttered open and closed at their own whim. I began to chuckle and laugh in amazement at how good he was, and how it took so long.

I gathered myself and did my best to fulfill what I thought, was my part now.

He dropped his pants, and I got on my knees while he laid on the bed. I took him in as much as I could. I have a terrible gag reflex and it took a good long while to get most of him into my mouth. But I could feel him stiffen up. He was relatively quiet, so this was good feedback for me. I began to lick around a little bit, but I found I was quite tired, and also quite less-horny. Not to mention I learned I just don't have the same drive for a dick, as I do for a pussy, maybe I'm just more comfortable with my tongue. In any event, I could tell this wasn't doing it for him, he began to get soft again. I tried to do the only real method I know, stroke and suck. It was does it for me, big time, so I thought maybe it'll do it for him too. It did keep me working a bit longer, but eventually he wanted me back in his mouth and he would finish it off. So I sat, on my knees, legs spread, as he sucked more on my finished dick, while he jerked himself off. When I came earlier he noted how I do have a big load. Well I'm a dripper, and he is a pretty good shooter, so I watched while he shot himself all over his stomach. This took a bit out of him too, much different than the road head (did I mention in that story that he jerked off at the end? Hmm). He relaxed, let my semi-hard-on fall out of his mouth, and then went and cleaned up.

Whew! All done, right? Not even close.

We laid there, side by side, and watched the porn now. We chatted about silly stupid things, like how the asian chick had all yellow makeup highlights, and how the asian chick in Power Rangers was also the yellow ranger. Yup, stupid stuff.

When he felt enough time had passed he began rubbing my stomach and grabbing my dick and balls. Soon he was lying next to me with his mouth around my head. It took a little more effort but I was hard again. He slowed went from lying next to me, to kneeling on the floor, to my ass on the edge, legs in the air. AAAANNND we're back for round 2. He told me he wanted to make me cum twice, and that no matter what, he was up for the challenge.

This time around I wanted, or needed, the extra stimulation, so I told him to finger my ass. He obliged, happily. It was amazing! Sometimes there was a lot of pressure, like "my dick is going to pop off of my body" pressure. Other times it was very light and felt like a pinch of seasoning on a gourmet meal. I held the back of my knees for this one, trying to keep the soreness away this time around. He worked me so good. So much of the same from the first time, only slightly different in that I needed to cum. I wasn't just going to sit back and let him make me do it, I was going to participate where I could! I didn't have many options, however. But as I slowly, very slowly, inched towards that mile-away orgasm, I began to rock, and thrust my hips downward. I don't know what I wanted, but I thought I wanted a prostate pounding, not a massage. I grabbed the bed and forced myself down onto his fingers. I told him to go all in, and he did, and my GOD, my dick swelled. I could feel the base bulging. My orgasm slowly getting there. I rode his fingers, and he had them fucking me. I moaned, and rocked, and tightly closed my eyes wishing for release. Soon I was looking down at him, sometimes past him to see the huge naked tits on the screen, sometimes just to watch him suck me. I rocked, and thrust, and yelled as his fingers rocked my pleasure center. He would suck and slide his hand over my cock, sometimes grabbing all of my balls and dick and jerking, and others just holding my dick in his mouth and sucking. At this point I didn't even know what felt better, or maybe even good. I do know that I crawled towards release, towards sweet ograsmic goodness. I could feel my body fatigue, my whole body lightly sweating, my muscles aching. I relaxed a bit and he told me to think of something that would make me cum. I'm a visualizer, but not during sex. At this point my mind couldn't have done simple math if I need it to. Every thought was instantly shoved out of the way as my prostate burst with desire and pleasure. I slowed began to sit further down on the bed, getting his fingers deeper and easier access to me. He finally began jerking me off, and sucking, at just the way I needed it. I could feel it. No longer a crawl, hell not even a walk. My orgasm was sprinting to the finish line. This must have taken almost twice as long as the first one, but I wanted to do was shove my cock as far down as it could go, and empty another load. In no time flat, I did just that. My legs quivered, in fact that were quivering for so long, I just didn't realize it. He took it all, not a single drop fell from my dick. Ever. He went back to the bed and laid next to me. It was all my body could to do push my feet onto the bed and get my full body supported by the mattress. I was exhausted. I had nothing left. If someone wanted to kill me, right there, I would have easily, and happily, accepted my fate. I wasn't just sinking into the bed this time, I was actually fusing with it.

The porno was, ironically, over as well. We went onto to watching some miscellaneous things on TV, while he began jerking off again. He asked to feel on me, and I was in no position to deny him that. He jerked and jerked, almost at a casual pace. I began to play with his balls, per his request, and soon he was shooting another load onto himself.

We laid there for a minute, naked, just watching TV. I only had a few more minutes anyways, so we talked about....stuff...and laughed a bit and I eventually, and somehow, managed to muster the strength to stand and get dressed and leave.

The day was quite a fill, of orgasms, and I learned a lot about my 'bi' feelings.