I was in the pub at the local town sports club in the Free State. It was a great place to hang out for a pint or two on the way home and between 4pm and 6pm, it tended to be filled, wall to wall, with hot cocks. I always new form school days that i had an attraction to cocks but had let my feelings be buried deep in such a conservative town. Invariably I would bump into a mate or two from our company. This night was no different, one of my associates was at the pub counter with another chap, whom I didn’t know. We were introduced. He was probably a few years older than me. An Irish lad out to gain some practical experience having qualified as an engineer.
To say he was absolutely hot, good looking and in incredible shape, would be an understatement. His accent alone would have lured any women into his pants and it certainly interested me in a way more than just enjoying the sound of it. I tried not to look at him too often and seem too interested, but I gave myself away, given what took place later that evening.
I have since learnt well, the quiet unobtrusive mating signals that can flow between a man and a man, when you are both tuned into the same wavelength.
The pints flowed, as did the conversation. I watched him go to and from the cloaks a few times, cautious not to follow at the same time. My work mate left; his wife was waiting. Mine wasn’t and this hunk wasn’t married in any event and was thousands of miles away from anyone who knew him. As the evening progressed and it started to get late, I said goodbye a few times, but was met on each occasion with a brotherly arm over the shoulder and convinced to stay for another pint and then another.
He was tactile, but nothing too personal. As we sat at the bar, e slapped his hands on my legs a number of times but didn’t leave his hand on my leg too long. He punched my arms, but I thought nothing of it, other than that the beer was flowing through him, into his bladder and out into the urinals at breakneck speed, so in-habitations where falling fast.
I managed to get him to accept that it was finally time to say goodbye. I was not sure how he was getting back to the hotel and assumed he had no transport. I was right, my work mate had brought him directly from the office and he said he would walk to his hotel, which was not more than 800 metres away. My intentions were pure. I offered him a lift to the hotel. It was in the wrong direction, but what the fuck. He was foreign, didn’t know the town and was in my view, too pissed to walk the streets.
Walking to the car, he was surprisingly lucid. He asked that he rather sleep over at my place, it would be easier and I could phone my work mate from home, saying I had brought him to my place rather than dumping him back at his hotel. It would have been around 8pm and once again back then, there were no such things as mobile phones. I didn’t argue, which may have given him another mating sign and I brought him home. My work mate accepted the reasons and I would drop the Irish lad off in the morning, at the engineering plant, on my way to my office area.
He fell asleep almost immediately on the spare room bed, not even in it. I tried to offer him something to eat and a hot drink, but he was out for a count. It was a case of letting sleeping hunks lie. I put a blanket over him, as it was chilly, being the first official week of winter and switched off the light. closing the bedroom door. I made myself some dinner, bathed, we didn’t have a shower and I got into bed, setting my alarm for 6am. What was to follow, was my first full on sexual experience with another man and it remains vivid in my memory.
At about 2am in the morning, the hunk walked into our bedroom and climbed into bed with me. I stirred and then realized he was next to me, right next to me. I remember sitting up and putting my bedside light on. He sat up at the same time. I was in my pyjamas; it was winter after all, but I felt stupid. He looked naked. He also had the hairiest chest I had seen this close to me. I tried not to send out mating signals, but failed miserably. I would be lying if I told you that I remember the full conversation, but it went around his waking up cold, stripping to take a hot shower, realizing that I didn’t have a ‘fucking shower’ and then deciding to get into my bed to get warm.
He was incredibly casual and at ease with the situation that he was creating. He then remembered that he had left his smokes in his pants, in his room. He got up and then I realized that I was a cock whore in the making. He didn’t have a huge cock, but it was an incredible sight. Thicker than mine, uncut like mine, longer than mine and flying half-mast and rising as he walked out the room, chiseled butt cheeks at his rear. He disappeared for a few seconds. He came back with an almost full cock stand that was framed by thick pubic hairs that massed around the base of his cock and radiated in a fan upwards onto his hairy stomach.
I cannot describe the definite feeling of fear and the sexual stirring I was experiencing. He walked to my side of the bed and stood in front of me, reminding me that he couldn’t go out to smoke, as I had requested him to do when we arrived, as he was butt naked and it was ‘fucking cold out there’. I definitely kept my eyes on his, desperate not to gawk at his hard cock and he returned the stare as he cheekily lit up. To this day, I am turned on by a naked guy smoking, especially if the guy is making me work his cock whilst doing so.
The situation soon turned into what he had come into the bedroom for. He asked me to touch his cock. I pretended to be shocked. I was told that I had wanted to touch his cock all night, that I had made it obvious and him asking me to bring him home, was making his need obvious too. I didn’t respond fast enough and he took my hand and brought it onto his hard shaft. This the cock was in my bedroom. This cock was attached to a very hot hairy in shape guy and this cock wanted more action than just my hand and a cock and tummy rub.
What followed, was me being instructed what to do and how to do it. When I was told to suck it, my mouth opened almost too eagerly and I took a hard cock into my mouth for the very first time. He stood there smoking as I sucked on his head trying to roll back his foreskin with my mouth, he helped and my mouth took in what it could. I obviously was not sucking hard enough or deep enough, as he brought his free hand behind my head and shoved me forward to experience my first gagging.
He seemed to tire of my sucking quite quickly and pulled out and started jerking off. I was directly in the firing line. He moaned loudly and he shot across my pajama top. A few spurts caught the bottom of my chin, but not enough to be categorized as my first facial. What followed was an awkward changing of my pajama top for me, offering coffee, which he accepted and him getting back into my bed, cum covered cock and all. I didn’t sleep for ages, he snored like an old man. At about 5am, I almost got fucked for the first time in my life. I woke up to his hand and fingers exploring my crack.
He was right up against me. I could feel his raging boner through my pajama bottoms. His finger started nudging my arse hole I tried to move but his free arm came around my chest, almost reassuringly, but also making sure I wasn’t going anywhere. His finger found my hole and pushed in slightly. I almost shot out the bed, managing to get free, saying I had never had that done to me before.
His response was once again, one of taking command and telling me that I needed it and wanted to get fucked but was too shy to ask. I am not a weakling, but he had the upper hand. He was taller, stronger, in better shape and something in me told me to stop resisting, as scared as I was. He pulled me back in the dark, forced me onto my stomach as his hands pulled down my pajama bottoms. He wasted no time mounting me.
I felt his cock push between my cheeks and without any please sir, thank you sir, he proceeded to try and get his hard thick erection to split my arse hole open, his cock bare and both of us dry. I screamed blue murder and have wondered to this day how the neighbours didn’t hear me. This time, I must have frightened him. He backed off trying to enter my hole, but kept his cock in my crack and started thrusting. He shot a load in between my cheeks and just lay there, his weight on me. I felt humiliated and used, but at the same time I knew that this was what I was missing sexually. This is what I needed and wanted. I bathed, he just got dressed and there was an awkward silence driving to work. He said he hoped that there were no hard feelings (no pun intended). I told him not.
With intent or by fate, there were no further sexual encounters with him, despite him staying for a further month. I did have the odd pint with him, but never alone. I think I would have let him fuck me, had the right circumstances arose. They didn’t and that’s life.
