About 10 years ago I was finishing up a work project, getting ready to move out of state when it was complete. My wife found a job a six months before my project was finished and we moved her out ahead of me. She set up our new place while I finished packing and tying up loos ends. It only took a few weeks for the lack of sex to start blurring my mind into a complete cum fog. As the weeks pressed on jerking off no longer helped. It was hell. I traveled to visit her a couple times which helped but the urges came back faster after each visit.

One day with about 3 weeks left before I loaded up the U-Haul and headed west I bumped into one of the neighbors at the pool. Just a guy I had chatted with a few times at the mailbox or having a beer at the pool. Black guy 10 years older than me or so, 8" shorter and probably 100lbs smaller. Friendly, professional, well spoken. He and his wife both traveled for their work so I rarely saw them together as they would both be gone for weeks at a time. We had made trivial small talk many times sitting by the pool over the years and he was aware my wife had been gone for months. As we are chatting he says something like, "She's been gone all that time, you must be horny as hell." I laughed and replied that I was so backed up that if I sneeze cum shoots out of my eyes. His response, "Let me know if you want help with that." My automatic response was, "What . . .?" And he offered again. I was stunned, no idea how to react. I eventually muttered something about that not being my sort of thing, but thank you. He told me to think about it and let him know if I changed my mind. I sat there in awkward silence as I finished my drink and politely excused myself.

Walking back to my apartment I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. At this point in my life I had never been with a man. Never even looked at one with curiosity or a sense of attraction. An ex-girlfriend liked to play with my ass, and I had learned to really enjoy it. Even used toys on myself in secret a lot ever since we broke up and my wife has dabbled in it a few times but she doesn't seem to understand how much I enjoy it. I had never considered a man doing it. But for some reason as I walk home I am using my towel to cover what has become a very noticeable hardon. What the hell was going on. He was right about one thing for sure. I would think about it and nothing else for the rest of the evening. That night I jerked off like a 15 year old who has found his father's Playboy collection for the first time and came like a volcano. I thought about it a lot over the next couple days until I bumped into him at the mailbox. I sort of hoped that I would not run into him again before I moved but also thought, even if it gets awkward I'll be gone soon.

He greeted me with a smile and asked if I had thought about his offer. I admitted that I had. "Great!" he said, "I'll be at the pool in 30 minutes. Meet me there." I nodded silently and walked away with my mail. Guilt, butterflies, fear, some combination . . . I didn't know what I was feeling but I had a raging hard on again. After waiting for that to subside I put on my trunks, got some liquid courage and headed off to the pool. No surprise, he saved me a lounge chair off in the corner. It was still early afternoon on a work day so the pool was empty. I sat down next to him and nervously started the normal small talk. He interrupted that with, "My offer, what do you think?" I took a drink and told him I had never done anything like this. He simply asked again what I thought about. I took another big drink and blurted out that I wondered if a man using his dick would would feel better than when I used toys on myself. He got a big smile and said out loud, "That is great. Can you take 8"?" I just about shot my next drink out of my nose before telling him that I have taken toys that big. His smile grew and he asked if I thought about sucking dick too? By now the ice was officially broken and my nerves had calmed. I answered, "Once I started thinking about a man putting his dick in my ass, it wasn't a big leap to start thinking about him putting it in my mouth." He laughed and rubbed his dick through his shorts. I allowed myself to look down and there was no hiding the hardon he was rocking, or that it was bigger than the one I had. We sat there in silence for a while calming down and he finally asked how I liked it. I reminded him that I have never done anything like this before. I don't know if I will like it at all and will be so nervous it will probably ruin the experience if we follow my lead. Besides, if I have a dick in me I have already lost control of what is going on. He laughed and told me he would take care of all that. Then we went back to typical chit chat like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. After a bit we got up to leave and he said, "My wife left a couple days ago. I'll build up for a few days more and come to your place Friday at 3:00 to take what she won't give. Be flushed out clean with lube and condoms." I looked at him confused. He said, "3:30 then. Clean." He got my apartment number and walked off.

I walked back to my apartment wondering what I had just done. Then I noticed that he didn't ask. My alpha male rage growing because that little fucker just TOLD me he was coming over . . . and just like that my alpha male was crushed by another boner as I finished the thought, " . . . to fuck me." As a man who had never watched a single minute of gay porn, researching "flushed clean" was an awkward research project but the result was appeared to be worth the effort. Finally it was Friday. I had not seen him since our conversation at the pool and I wasn't sure if he was still going to show up or what. Just in case I got in the shower as soon as I got home and got all cleaned up with a few minutes to spare. I almost jumped out of my skin when he knocked on the door early. I invited him in and had no idea what to do next so I asked him if he wanted a drink. We sat on the sofa and chatted like everything was normal for a bit while we sipped our drinks. Eventually he shifted his hips on the sofa and his sweatpants pulled tight across his lap. My view instantly shifted to the obvious bulge growing there. He asked if I saw something I liked. I nodded and he told me to rub it. I squeezed the front of his pants and started rubbing slowly. It was amazing. I could feel it growing in my hand.

He moaned and told me to get on my knees. He stood up and positioned my face a couple inches from the bulge and told me to pull down his pants. Doing this revealed a pair of black briefs that looked like they were ready to burst. He smiled and told me to pull them down. When I did that his massive cock sprung loose and bounced against my face. He smiled and told me to look at him. When I looked up he put it on my face. Every bit of 8" long with girth to match, cut with a slight bend to the right. He rubbed it on my face a few times and ordered me to take off his pants. A twang of anger at the order, quickly squashed by the realization that I had a dick on my face. He sat back down and patted the sofa next to him. as soon as I sat down he put one hand behind my head and shoved his cock into my mouth until I started gagging. I tried to pull back but he just pushed harder, keeping me there for several seconds before letting go. I caught a couple of quick breaths and went down on it myself as far as I could without gagging and started bobbing on as much of it as I could take. My mind was moving a million miles per hour. I couldn't believe I was doing this. After a few minutes of stroking him with my lips I backed up and started playing with just the head. Licking, sucking, head bobbing in short strokes. He started to moan deeper so I slid down as far as I could again. He grabbed the back of my head again and shoved it down, holding it there until i was gagging again. Suddenly he let go and pushed me away muttering something about it being too soon. He asked if this was really my first time, which I confirmed and he told me I was doing a good job and to get on my knees.

I did as instructed and he told me to look up and open my mouth as he walked over. I thought this was it. He is going to cum in my mouth, this will be awful, maybe I should turn away. As I am thinking this and considering backing out he instead shoves his balls in my mouth. "Be gentle" he instructed without looking at me. So here I am having second thoughts, a big dick on my forehead and a pair of balls in my mouth as I gently suck and fondle them with my tongue. "That was good." he moaned after a couple minutes. He pulled them out of my mouth, bounced his heavy cock on my face a few times then shoved it into my mouth. I tried to turn my head when I noticed the precum oozing out of it but he apparently anticipated that and had already grabbed my head to hold it in place. "Suck" he ordered. When I did he started rocking his hips. Long slow strokes but not deep enough to gag me. When I stopped resisting he let go of my head and picked up the pace a little. I tried to bob my head to match his thrusts but he reached down and held my head still again. So here I am on my knees, staying perfectly still, maintaining suction but I am not really sucking his dick. This guy is just fucking my face. Slower and faster and slower and faster. This goes on for several minutes with his eyes closed like he forgot I was even there. Again he speeds up and I am wondering what the fuck when he suddenly grabs my head and drives it into my mouth and groans. My mouth is instantly filled with warm liquid and I realize he just came. He thrusts again with each squirt, pulling back just enough to groan, "swallow", "that", "shit" between each thrust . . . so I do. In an instant all of my resistance is gone. He holds my head there as he calms down and instructs me to keep working my tongue which makes him twitch when I lick over stimulated places.

He leaves his cock in my mouth as it goes limp. Forcing me to keep rubbing it with my tongue as the post cum leaks out. After a couple of minutes of this he lets go and slumps back on the sofa, taking a drink and informing me that he needs a minute to catch his breath and recover. I reach for my drink and he says, "No. You had your drink." Again, the rage starts to build thinking, "That pip squeak motherfucker can't tell me . . ." then the first waft of cum breath hits my sinuses and I don't know what I am feeling, but it is instantly the opposite of rage. As he finishes his drink he tells me to go open one of the condoms for him and make sure the lube is ready. I walk out and do as instructed. When I walk back in he is stroking himself, already getting hard again and he holds his glass out and tells me to bring him another drink. I'm not here to be his fucking servant . . . all I can taste is his cum. When I hand him his drink he tells me to suck it again. I slowly slurp on it for a couple minutes while he sips his drink. Except for his cock growing in my mouth I can't even tell if he notices I am there until he pushes me away. Taking off his shirt he tells me to go bend over the bed.

A new wave of nervousness washes over me as I walk down the hall with his shaft following close behind. As I bend over the bed he is already right behind me, one hand pushing on my back the other pushing down on my hips. He starts kicking my feet to the side. As my hips lower I feel his rock hard cock against my limp dick, slide past my balls, taint, eventually lining up with my ass, which I now notice is all tensed up because of being nervous. He tells me to stay right there while he steps back and puts on the condom. "Spread your ass." he tells me, so I put my face on the mattress and reach back with both hands. I feel the familiar cold of lube as he spreads it around my hole and I gasp at the pain when he suddenly drives two fingers in without warning. He does it again working the lube in. I hear the lube click closed and the rustle of the towel as he wipes his fingers off. I feel him rub the head up and down my crack past the hole a few times before shoving it in. Not just the head to warm up, half way down the shaft. I yelp and try to shoot forward but my thighs are already pressed against the mattress. Apparently my hands let go of my cheeks because they now have a fist full of covers. It has always hurt a little at first using toys but nothing like this. It feels like he has parked a midsized SUV in my ass. "Shitshitshitshitshit." I complain trying to reach back and push him at least a little farther out. One hand on my back pushing me down he bats the other one away dismissively and says, "It's ok. It's good." It only takes a few moments for the intense pain to subside and he starts little short strokes as he feels me starting to relax. "Yea." I hear as the strokes get longer. Soon after they are getting deeper. Then there it is. Everything is relaxed and the pain is gone. Replaced with the ecstasy that my long time ex had shown me and I secretly provided myself from time to time all these years. Only it is somehow better. Much MUCH better.

I am snapped out of this bliss by his hips slamming against my ass cheeks. Gradually getting harder and harder. A new pain starting to overlap the ecstasy as he starts to get overly enthusiastic. Just as I start wincing and my moans turn to groans he pulls out and slaps my ass a couple times with his dick. "That is good tight ass!" he exclaims and slams it back in. A wince of pain again at his aggressive entry but he starts off slow again and the entire world blurs into bright colors of pleasure. He alternates his pace for a while, obviously trying not to cum. I am so lost in this new sensation I don't really notice that there is a world around me or what he is doing. That is until he pulls out and lifts one of my legs up on the mattress. Apparently this changed something with the angle because when he slammed into me again it hurt like hell, snapping me back into reality. Because one leg was up on the mattress I was able to shoot forward instinctively. He was not pleased. Grabbing my hips he pulled me back roughly and SLAMMED his shaft into me and whispered in my ear, "Where the fuck do you think you are going with my hole bitch?" The neighbors probably heard me cry out. He started pounding me painfully until I figured out how to arrange my hips for the new position. Then the bliss washed over me like a wave once again. I have no idea how much time has passed. 2 minutes? 20? 60? Again I am snapped back to reality by his building intensity. The ratio of bliss to pain starts to shift as he starts slamming into me more and more vigorously. Not just fucking my hole, he is pulling on my hips to to increase the force and depth of each thrust and the bliss is all but gone. With all the tugging my leg is down again and I am trapped between the mattress and an angry jackhammer of hard black cock. Suddenly he groans LOUD and stops full depth. I can feel his cock pulsating against my insides as the orgasm wracks his body. After a moment he slumps down on my back. Chest heaving deep breaths. I can feel his cock relaxing inside me as he comes down from his endorphin rush.

He doesn't pull out. Rather, he waits until it flops out limp, then stands up, removes the condom and tosses it on the bed next to my face and tells me to stay there. Another brief rage/submission cycle of emotions and he is back in the room sipping his drink, smiling while staring at his handy work. Setting his glass down he sits on the edge of the bed and says simply, "Suck." I can see cum still glistening on the head and hesitate as I stare at it. "SUCK!" he orders and I drop to my knees between his legs. I hesitate for an instant as I lean in close and he says, "Fine, lick it clean FIRST. Get used to the taste, then you can suck it." I lick his limp dick clean. The taste of cum and latex now heavy on my tongue and breath, but it has grown noticeably. I glance up and he is staring at me smiling. He slaps me in the face with his dick and says "You can suck it now.." As he once again grows in my mouth I realize for the first time he didn't order me. He allowed me because he knew I wanted to. Wanted to. This fucker trained me to want to suck dick in an afternoon. How the hell did that happen! As I hungrily go down on him he finishes his drink and tells me to go get another. As I walk out of the room I notice how sore my ass is. A lot more sore than I realized. I might have to throw in the towel. When I return with his drink he is sitting there stroking his once again rock hard dick. Holding his hand out he informs me that I can put the next condom on him now. Rage . . . submission. Why am I excited to roll a condom onto another guy's cock!?

"On your knees on the mattress." he says. After lubing me up his cock is once again rubbing against mine, my balls, taint until he has my knees spread far enough to line his massive cock up with my aching hole. No starting slow this time. He just rammed it in, started hard and didn't let up. I know I was moaning, I know he said some stuff. Time stopped moving again while he was slamming into me. Eventually he told me to straiten up. This new position on my knees, back strait, head up caused a new wave of pain. The angle took us both a minute to figure out but once we had it sorted he reached around me and pinched both nipples. I gasped loud and my cock actually started getting hard. I wanted to cum SOOOO bad but the position and his arms around me prevented me from reaching my half hard cock. He railed me like that for a while. The angle prevented him from getting as deep so even his most aggressive moments didn't hurt unless the angle got changed. Just time standing still.

Eventually I was snapped out of it by him pulling out. He tugged my knees off the bed, kicked my feet wide and pushed my face down, rubbing it into the condom from earlier. I soon realized that what I thought was rough aggressive fucking to get to orgasm was an appetizer. I'm not sure if he was struggling to cum a third time in . . . (how long has it been?) or if he was trying to set a new light weight "pound it out" world record. Either way it was not physically enjoyable. As much as my body wanted him to stop, I didn't want him to. I wanted him to CUM! To MAKE him cum. What the hell happened to me this afternoon? Suddenly the pounding stops. He pulls out and I hear the snick sound of him removing the condom just before I hear him groan. I feel a splash of hot liquid on my back, then another, and another. I can hear him jerking off behind me. That fucker is cumming on me! He used my ass to wipe his post cum on and says, "Damn! I will be back soon for more of that!"Standing there watching his cum run down my ass crack he drops the empty but used condom on my back and tells me to wait there.He will go get a towel to clean up.

He takes his drink out of the room. I can hear the sink running as he cleans himself up. Waiting patiently for him to return as his cum continues to run down my leg. My ass is not happy. Throbbing angrily. Mind scrambled with what happened. Bent over there thinking and waiting. I hear the door shut . . . he left. He left me there covered in cum. Empty condom glued to my back. Belly full of cum. Face on a cum fill condom. . Cum and latex dominating my sense of taste and smell. Just told me he would be back for more. As I stand up the full, used condom sticks to my face. There are condom wrapper pieces everywhere. In the bathroom I find out that he did indeed go get a towel which he left exactly in the middle of the floor for me and empty glass on the counter. All this and I didn't even get to cum. Or was I not allowed to? What the hell just happened? Fuck this. I left the mess and slammed the rest of my drink on the way to the shower. On the way I hesitated as I passed the window. It was getting dark out. It was after 7:00! He had been fucking my mouth or my ass for three hours.

I jerked off and came violently in the shower as I rinsed off. I didn't see him for a few days after that until I bumped into him at the pool one day like normal. He waved me over. He asked if I was sore and I told him I was very sore the next day or two. He said, "That's ok." and asked how I liked my "participation ribbons". I looked at him puzzled and he told me I would always get the condoms back. How nice of him. He then informed me that his wife would NEVER have allowed him to do any of that. She was scheduled to be back from her trip next week so he would be over Sunday at noon and I will answer the door naked. I muttered something about being busy but he cut me off and told me I will reschedule for him. Which I did. To accommodate two more visits. How the hell did it go from simply finding out what It felt like to be fucked by a real dick and maybe suck one, to this??? That was my introduction to M/M play. You could say I jumped in with both feet, not understanding how deep the water could be.