I was in my early twenties and had just moved to the city. Went to some sleasy bar with a couple of guy friends and we had been drinking there for a couple of hours when a new face came and sat at our table. Apparently, he was some guy who used to work with one of my friends. As the night progressed, we were all pretty drunk and suddenly, I found myself alone at the table with the new guy and we got to talking. 

I don´t remember why or how, but we got to talking about girls or sex and I remember telling him something to the  effect of me not caring if it was a boy or a girl if the offer was good and instead of giving me shit, he just  grinned and said he thought that was very interesting. I passed that last remark to check if my suspicion was right, if I had been reading him right...

Yup, that guy wanted to have sex with me(!)

It was quite a revelation and had I been a little less drunk, this might have been a little too much info for me to  process. But thanks to all those drinks and the fact that I was violently horny, I had only one thing on my mind. I  don´t remember saying goodby to my friends - I don´t even know if they were still at the pub - and I have no idea how  I got to the guys place, but before I knew it, I was in his appartment.

I muttered something about being hungry and he said he´d fix me something to eat when he´d had a shower. I sat on his sofa and tried to endure the rather terrible music he chose for the occasion. It was too loud, just like his aftershave. I remember thinking his aftershave was "too gay" for a guy like him, cause he didn´t look gay. Not like the few gays I had met, anyway. He looked about my age, slightly taller, very slim, with dark, thin hair. He wasn´t what  you´d call handsome, but not bad to look at, though his slim body and shitty grin, sometimes made him look a bit "ratty" to me.

I walked into the kitchen and there he stood by the stove, cooking me a late night fry-up, still wet from the shower, wearing only a towel around his waist. "That looks good," I said, as if to prove to him that I was, indeed, going to be the star of the impending, terribly written, gay pornography that was about to be played out in his kitchen.

I slowly got down on my knees beside him and he turned to face me. I pulled the towel from his waist and it fell on the floor infront of me. I remember thinking something like ´thank god he doesn´t have an ugly dick´ but my focus was quick to turn to his slim build, neatly trimmed midsection and pretty nice, flaccid cock. I slowly moved my face up to him, he smelled nice, aside from that damned aftershave or whatever it was. But this was it. I was about to find out how it felt to have a dick in my mouth...

  

Of course it felt strange. Very strange. Having your own dick sucked, of course, is one of the best sensations anyone with a dick can experience. Having one in your mouth isn´t as pleasurable, but unlike going down on a girl, where you don´t have a clue what you´re doing, if anyone knows how to please a dick, it´s another man. It´s a cliché, but it´s true. Maybe I had been having fantasies about blowing myself, because I remember the oddest thing about rolling my tongue across the underside of his glans was not being able to feel the sensation that comes with it on my own dick.

 

But what I was doing was surely having the desired effect on the man cooking me that late dinner. As I looked up at him, he had his eyes shut and I could hear him breathing heavier. I sucked his cock for a while and took in that very new experience. I don´t know if I had any special expectations when it came to giving my first blowjob. It was nice and it was cool to finally get to feel how it was to have a dick in your mouth. I remember tasting the first salty bit of precum and loving it. I don´t think I´ve been hornier than I was right there and then. Maybe a couple of times, but I´m not sure.

 

Perhaps the best thing about having his dick in my mouth at that moment was thinking about all the fucking squares, the play-by-the-rules, conservative, closeted cunts that had been part of my life up to then. How they would all have shit their pants had they witnessed this little moment. Ain´t I just the typical slut with daddy issues? Sure, I was a rebel - no one could deny that! But, at the same time... maybe I was kind of a cliché, too. Oh, well...

As horny as I was, I must have been just as hungry, cause we found the time to have a little bite to eat before anything we took things any further. As we finished eating on the living rooom sofa, I thanked him for the meal and put his dick in my mouth again. I must have positioned myself for him to return the favour, but then he bluntly told me "he didn´t do blowjobs!" What an absolute fucking cunt, I thought! The nerve on this fucker! I think I took a shower too before we started anything, but maybe I didn´t. Anyway, that was a cunt move on his behalf.

I think he put on a condom after that and he must have prepped himself while I wasn´t looking, because all of a sudden, he sat on my lap and slid my dick into himself like it was nothing. It happened so quickly, I hardly noticed it. But there he was, moving slowly, up and down on my dick, making me slide in and out of him. I was rock-hard, but something was off, I guess, cause I really didn´t get into it. And looking back, it was a shame, cause I would have liked to enjoy this. Seeing that guy ride me up and down like that. And I would´ve loved ramming him from behind, I know that much. I´m guessing the alcohol played a role here, cause knowing how massively turned on I was, I probably would´ve blown my load in 20 seconds! As pathetic as that might have been, I would have preferred that, actually. Even thinking about a guy sitting on my cock like that gets me all fired up.

Later that night, it was my turn. At that time, I was as much of an anal virgin as anyone has ever been. I hadn´t even experimented on myself, really. So as thrilling as the thought of him penetrating me was, neither he or I had the slightest idea about how to treat a virgin ass, so it was mostly just painful. As much as I loved inviting him into me, I couldn´t go on with it and told him I couldn´t do it.

 

That was as romantic as it got that magical night. I may have dozed off for a bit, but although I´m not sure, I think I just snuck out of the appartment and went home some time in the early hours of the day. There was no goodbye kiss, as I had no interest in kissing that guy at any point of our little meeting. Besides, kissing guys is just... too gay for my taste. Don´t take this the wrong way, I´ve got nothing against gay guys. I´m just not that into the whole... camp thing. Give me a decent looking guy to blow or fuck any day. But kissing dudes? Nah, not for me. Ladyboys? Now, that´s a whole different ballgame. Sign me up for that right now and I´d be all over it. Talk about fantasies... wow....

Anyways, it would be quite some time before I got to play with someone with a dick again. 

More on that later...