Archive-name: FirstGay/ftgn085.txt
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Archive-title: A Love Story


Keywords: gay

  The beer tasted good.  I'd been stuck in traffic
for over an hour, and even with the air conditioner,
had built up quite a thirst.  I still couldn't
believe traffic had been so bad at noon on Saturday,
even heading toward the beach on this hot day.  I
looked around the bar, and was surprised, though I
shouldn't have been, by the fact there were no women
in the bar.  Ever since my girlfriend had been back
visiting her family I had tried to build up the
courage to fulfill my fantasy of being with a man.
Now here I was.
   I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the
men were checking me out, trying to be nonchalant,
knowing that they wanted my young looking body, to
have their way with me.  Yet, I had no desire to be
with any of them.  I was beginning to think this had
been a mistake.  I figured I'd just finish my beer
and head home.  It was then that he walked into the
bar.  It was strange.  I'd fantasized about being
with a man, a faceless man.  No one I'd ever seen had
brought sensations that would make me want to make
love to them. He was different.
    He walked in quietly and sat down three stools
over, and ordered a Heineken.  As he poured the beer
into his glass, I watched him out of the corner of my
eye.  He was close to six feet tall, nicely built,
not muscular, about 40.  His dark brown hair had been
dried casually, still a little damp, laying about in
soft curls.  He either lived by the beach or came
here ofthe tan demonstrated against the
shorts,hite tank top he wore.  I had never seen
a man whom I thought was truly physically attractve
to me.  M
white Reebocks, moved their way up his defined
calves, to his strong thighs.  His legs, like his
arms, had only a thin, light, coat of straightar for his glass, I
nd his chiseled arm, his chest through
the arm hole of his shirt. I could see the nipple,
dark brown, large, flat, with jd over at me and smiled.  The light in
the bar made his smooth face shine.  I smiled
sheepishly back, nervous, excited.  For about ten
minutes we sat there.  I would try to see what was
between his legs, not being able to tell, as his
shorts bunched together from sitting down, if he was
really that large, or if it was just material.  His
hand dwarfed the glass, his long manicured finger
rubbing the rim.  He would catch me looking at him,
and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was
feeling, thinking.  As though he knew what I wanted,
but did not want to emhen ld look
straight ahead, I could see him out of the corner of
my eye, watching me.  Not hungrily, but somehow
lovingly.
 I finally built uurage, He thanked me, and we started small talk.  He
suggested we move to a booth, which we did, across
from the bar.  As we talked I became so comfotable.
Looking into his blue eyes, as he would laugh about
something just said, reach over to touch my arm.  I
moved my bare leg to be in contact with his.  We
ordered another beer and continued talking.  About
what we did for a living, what books we had read.  He
said he had only come in here for a beer, and didn't
particularly care for bars.  But, was thirsty and
wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I had
never been in a gay bar before, and embarrasinly told
him about never having been with a man either. He
smiled knowingly.
     I told him the whole story about having
fantasized all my life about being with a man.  But
never feeling quite right about it. It was like
talking to a counselor.  He told me that, like me, he
had never been true to his feelings until he was 33.
Having lead a straight life, with children, and now
an ex-wife, he was ready for a loving, gay
relationship.  He had had a few male lovers, but the
situations had left him empty.  He offered to cook me
dinner.  I paid for the beers, as we left he put his
hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair.
     As we were driving my car up the hill towards
his home, I reached out and put my hand over his.  He
grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into
my eyes, smiling.  We pulled into the driveway and
walked up the sidewalk into his home.  I sat down on
the couch as he went to get us a couple of beers.  He
came back in and sat down right next to me, laying
his arm across the back of the sofa.  I reached down
and put my hand on his thigh and looked over at him.
His head moved towards mine, I moved my hand to his
side pulling him close to me, as we kissed.  Deeply,
lovingly, not yet passionately.  He stood up, and
took my hand, walking towards the back of the house.
He lead me into his bedroom.
        By the side of bed we embraced, as my hands
gripped his back, and our toungues, probed each
others mouthes.  I could feel his strong hands,
massaging my ass, working their way down the back of
my thighs, as my hands slid under his shirt, rubbing
his stomach, then his chest, lightly pinching his
hardening nipples.  I could feel his hardening cock,
pressing against mine.  I felt like I was on fire, I
wanted all of this man.  He broke the kiss, and
started to unbutton my shirt, then leaned forward and
started nibbling on my ear, as he continued with my
shirt.  I could feel his soft lips, moving down my
neck, as his toungue left a trail of saliva, working
toward my nipples.  He pulled my nipple into his
mouth, coating it with his toungue, as I continued to
run my hands over his chest and back.
    I pulled his shirt over his head, as I dropped
mine to the floor, embracing, feeling our strong
bodies, against the other, hot, soft.  I reached
down, ondoing the button on his shorts, and pulling
the zipper down.  I slid my hand down, causing his
shorts to drop to the floor. I found his cock in my
hand, as I rolled his balls around in my other hand,
now kissing passionately.  He pulled my own shorts
down.  Then reached into my silk boxers and started
pulling on my hardening dick. I moved my tongue down
his neck, to his nipples, going back and forth
between the two, then working a trail down his
stomach, until my chin was resting on his seven inch,
pink headed cock.  I pulled back, and licked the
precum oozing from his slit onto my tongue.
        With my mouth fool of saliva I slowly took his
cock into my mouth, which was only about half way. I
Continued to do this, making loving to his tool, as
my hands rubbed his ass cheeks, and his hands ran
through my hair.  I wanted him so badly.  I pulled
away, resting the side of my face against his thigh,
and whispered "please, make love to me." He went into
the bathroom, and came back with some vaseline.  He
guided me to the bed, and I lay on my stomach.  I
could feel his toungue, starting at my shoulder,
working down my back, circling my cheeks.  Then
working the crack of my ass, as he slatherd my
asshole with saliva, probing it with his tongue, me
pushing up into his face, as his hand massaged my
cock and balls.
        I looked over my shoulder, to see him take a
handfull of vaseline, smearing it over his swollen
member, then take two coated fingers, and insert them
gently in my ass.  I lifted my hips up, keeping my
head on the bed, as he guided his shining, slippery
cock to enter my ass.  I could feel his cockhead,
pressing against my asshole, as I pressed back
gently, his strong hands on my hips and ass, pulling
me onto him, softly. As his head entered me, the pain
was sharp, yet the loving way he held my hips, caused
me to relax, as he continued to push gently, his cock
into me.
      Slowly, he pulled me all the way onto him. I
could feel his balls touching mine, as I reached
behind under my legs to massage us both.  He pulled
out almost all the way, and then would gently push
his cock all the way back in to the hilt, as I
squeezed his cock with my ass cheeks.  Then he pulled
all the way out and moved me onto my back.  Taking my
cock, all the way in his mouth, sucking softly,
wetly, until I was about to cum.  He stopped, lifing
my legs over his shoulders, and again I felt the head
of his cock against my hole, begging entry.  I
relaxed as he slipped inside me, the pain much less
this time.  He pushed himself all the way in and lay
on top of me, my dick pressed hard against his
stomach, we kissed probing each others mouths, as he
starts moving in small strokes, causing his stomach
to stroke my slick cock.  He pulls his mouth away
from me, and moves it to my ear, whispering "you feel
so good, I've never felt like this"...I respond
"please, cum, I want to feel you fill me up...oh you
feel so good...so hard....oh yes...please make love
to me..drive it in...oh yeah....oh yeah...."
      I could feel his cock start to twitch and feel
my own orgasm building inside of me, as his stomach
pressed harder and harder against my cock and my
balls.  He lengthened his strokes, pumping harder.
As my orgasm overcame me I bit into his shoulder,
driving his cock into me, pulling his ass down.  He
yells out, slamming his dick all the way in, I could
feel it pulsating, dumping his cum deep inside of me.
I ran my hands all over his body, as we fell into our
mutual orgasm, and kissed passionately.
   All this happened four months ago.  We have been
living and loving together for the past month.  I
never knew love could be like this.

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