I was 19 when I had my first experience with a stranger. It was a hot summer night, and I found myself wandering the streets of the city, restless and full of pent-up desire. I had always known I was attracted to guys, but growing up in a small town, I never had the opportunity to explore these feelings. College was my chance to discover myself and my sexuality.
As I walked aimlessly, I found myself in an unfamiliar part of town. The streets were lined with seedy bars and clubs, their neon lights flashing invitingly. My heart raced as I realized this was the city’s gay district. Feeling adventurous, I stepped into a dimly lit bar, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne.
I took a seat at the counter, my eyes scanning the room. The bar was filled with men of all ages, some in tight-fitting clothes, flaunting their muscular bodies, while others kept to themselves in dark corners. I felt a rush of excitement as I realized I was the youngest there.
A bartender approached me, his eyes appraising. “What’ll it be?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. I ordered a strong drink, something to calm my nerves. As I sipped my drink, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find a 37 years old man standing behind me, tall and lean, with dark hair and a stubbled jaw. He was probably in his late twenties, his eyes smoldering with an intense gaze.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep. I nodded, unable to form words as my heart hammered in my chest. He slid onto the barstool next to me, ordering a drink. “You’re new here,” he stated, his eyes searching mine. I nodded, my throat dry. “I like fresh meat,” he murmured, his lips curling into a seductive smile.
I felt a rush of heat between my legs as his words sent a shiver down my spine. Without saying a word, he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered. “I want to show you something.”
My heart was pounding as I followed him out of the bar and into the warm night. We walked a few blocks until we reached a rundown apartment building. He led me up the stairs to his place, the air thick with anticipation. As he unlocked the door, I felt my nerves return. What was I doing here? But the thought of turning back never crossed my mind.
He pushed me against the door as soon as we entered, his lips crashing down on mine. I moaned into the kiss, my body responding instantly to his touch. His hands roamed over my chest, tearing at my clothes. I pulled at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.
He backed me toward the bedroom, never breaking our passionate kiss. Falling onto the bed, I felt the full weight of his body on top of me. His hands explored my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I gasped as he pulled off my shirt, his lips trailing down my neck, his hands working on my belt.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. I whimpered, my body aching for release. With skilled fingers, he undid my pants, freeing my throbbing erection. I bucked my hips, desperate for friction.
He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through me. “Eager, aren’t we?” He stroked my length slowly, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, moaning loudly. “Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.
He obliged, wrapping his lips around my hardness. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as he took me deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased, driving me wild. I thrust my hips, unable to control myself as the pleasure built and coiled within me.
“Not yet,” he said, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself above me. Our eyes locked as he lowered himself onto me, taking me inside him. We both groaned at the sensation, his body hot and tight around me. Slowly, he began to ride me, his hips moving in a sensual rhythm.
I reached up, gripping his narrow hips, guiding his movements. “Faster,” I panted, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensified. He obliged, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he bounced on my lap. The bed creaked in rhythm with our passionate dance.
“Oh, God, I’m close,” I groaned, my body tensing. “Come with me,” he whispered, his eyes wild with desire. I felt his body clench around me as he reached his peak, his release triggering my own. With a shout, I surrendered to the waves of ecstasy, my vision going white as pleasure coursed through me.
We collapsed onto the bed, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. I felt his hand stroke my sweat-soaked hair, a satisfied smile on his face. “That,” he said, “was worth the wait.” I couldn’t help but agree, a lazy smile spreading across my face. That night was just the beginning of my sexual awakening, and I knew I’d be back for more