Gay Male / 37
Just Sharing If You Care To Read It
It was dark that night and we were out on the deck talking. The noise of the crowd inside was tempered by the sound of the wind in the trees and bushes. It was out there, with a beer in my hand that my friend asked me, politely, if I wanted to suck his cock he would let me.
I had not thought of that, ever. But out there that dark night I thought about it. He unzipped his pants and showed me his cock, he told me to move closer and play with it. Like how do you move closer, two men on the deck one minute across from each other and the other sitting beside each other? But I moved closer and he took my hand and put it on his cock and I put my fingers around it. He smiled at me and asked me lean over and kiss him, kiss him on the lips. Then he told me to do it another time, except that time to kiss him and run my tongue across his lips while his cock got hard for me.
It was a long kiss. His cock did get hard. I bent over and sucked his cock for him. He held my head gently and let me suck and kiss and run my tongue all over his dick. He helped by using his hand on his dick and told me to hold still when he let his cum flow out. Now that I had sucked him to completion he asked me if I wanted to go hunting. We never really went hunting , although we suited up and took all the gear. We went to the hunting cabin of the place he worked for and he showed me how one man can make another man squeal. I squealed and howled at the moon out there as he taught me how a real man takes it.
I'm 'active', that's a word that I'm regularly engaged in sex with him. He gets on top and I take it. I like it that way. I like sucking his cock to completion, I like running my tongue over his lips and holding his hard cock in my hand. I like getting naked, I like it when he gets naked. That feeling of having him against me, that feeling of his hard cock against my thigh, against my cock, against my ass cheeks. It's something.
Many times I've asked myself, why did I wait so long to do what feels natural now. Who knows, and who cares really. I'm quite okay with it.
I had not thought of that, ever. But out there that dark night I thought about it. He unzipped his pants and showed me his cock, he told me to move closer and play with it. Like how do you move closer, two men on the deck one minute across from each other and the other sitting beside each other? But I moved closer and he took my hand and put it on his cock and I put my fingers around it. He smiled at me and asked me lean over and kiss him, kiss him on the lips. Then he told me to do it another time, except that time to kiss him and run my tongue across his lips while his cock got hard for me.
It was a long kiss. His cock did get hard. I bent over and sucked his cock for him. He held my head gently and let me suck and kiss and run my tongue all over his dick. He helped by using his hand on his dick and told me to hold still when he let his cum flow out. Now that I had sucked him to completion he asked me if I wanted to go hunting. We never really went hunting , although we suited up and took all the gear. We went to the hunting cabin of the place he worked for and he showed me how one man can make another man squeal. I squealed and howled at the moon out there as he taught me how a real man takes it.
I'm 'active', that's a word that I'm regularly engaged in sex with him. He gets on top and I take it. I like it that way. I like sucking his cock to completion, I like running my tongue over his lips and holding his hard cock in my hand. I like getting naked, I like it when he gets naked. That feeling of having him against me, that feeling of his hard cock against my thigh, against my cock, against my ass cheeks. It's something.
Many times I've asked myself, why did I wait so long to do what feels natural now. Who knows, and who cares really. I'm quite okay with it.
