First Time (Part 1)

When he first saw me, I didn't really notice him. We were training in the same gym. He started as my secret admirer, and now is the man I love above every other guy.

Rogério.

I now don't know how I couldn't notice the shy, cute, blond, quiet guy - that was figuring which was the best way to talk to me. I also was good-looking, but very arrogant. No one knew I was still a virgin. I guess they assumed I had lots of experience - that was sort of funny. However, I was struggling with the fact of not being loved - and trying to accept me for what I was. A fag.

For weeks we shared the same gym space. Cardio. Weightlifting. Stair-Climbing machine - and I didn't notice him. Until one day when accidentally, when getting dressed, the book I was reading fell from my backpack. "DEATH IN VENICE". He saw that - and told me "Oh. Death in Venice. Thomas Mann is SO OVERRATED. And Tadzio doesn't seem such a great prize to die for, anyway."

Then I looked at the twink that was talking to me. A little bit skinny, but well defined - and, more important than that - he knew the book I was reading (most of the time, my friends never heard of the stuff I read - but I know, they are very very shallow). So, we started talking, about Mann, and we noticed how similar our tastes in literature were. And then I noticed how impressive his eyes were. Greyish-green. I never saw something like that. And how cute he was. At first glance it was a clean, pure, innocent-like beauty. "Well, you could make a fine Tadzio," I told him. And, immediately, he invited me to go out with him.

I accepted immediately. A date with a guy I met a couple of days before - he had such a lovely conversation and shy attitude. Or was he really shy? I don't know why, I felt I was the one feeling shy.

We went to a bookstore for that first day (where else?) and while we were there - he leans towards me and whispers in my ear that he knows about a quiet place where we can talk more... comfortably.

Feeling him this close to me, feeling his breath against me and his lips lightly pressed against my ear aroused me like nothing else had done until then. I tried to conceal the throbbing erection that involuntarily followed. I am not stupid and I knew what he was thinking with that invitation. I started to wonder again if the shy twink was really shy...

"you see, my family was very rich - and we have an old mansion that was abandoned when my grandparents died because the heirs never came to an agreement about what do do with it. It is very near this bookstore - and I love to be there, and be among the stuff tha belonged to my ancestors. It is very nice - and exciting" - he said.

So, I followed him. To his ancestors' house. It was an impressive XIX Century house - very solid, very dark. Very damp, also.

We entered the main hall - there was lots of dust around, and the smell of mold permeated every wall. The floorboards creaked - and shadows seemed to be moving around us. He took me to the library, where there were some huge shelves that ran from floor to ceiling - and a nice, comfortable couch. He told me "sit there. I want to show you something." I got even more nervous, because I kept hearing creaking sounds from everywhere, as if we were not alone in that big house.

He just looked at me and smiled in a way that was everything but shy - and I just felt I was losing the control of the situation. He walked towards me, and sat on the old couch - I felt his sweet moist lips touch mine. He was already hard and throbbing. Then I noticed that the couch didn't have much dust over him - it was just feeling slightly sticky.

"You don't know how much I longed for this moment..." he whispered in my ear, while he tried to take my cock out. When he finally managed to get my cock out and he said "WHOA! Are you human?"

I was slightly astounded at that question. I mean, I already knew I was "big" - but never had someone to compare to. He said to me: "I've seen cocks. And I've seen big cocks, but yours is like nothing I've ever seen. maybe not even in gay porn movies. It is big. And THICK - but it has like the maximum manageable size possible. I mean. It is big enough to fill my mouth completely - but not so big as to be uncomfortable. You couldn't belive how hungry that makes me. Let me feel it," he said.

So, he quickly grabbed it and put it in his mouth and started to suck it ravenously. I never had felt such a sensation. The warmth that I was feeling in the tip of the cock and all around was incredible. The way he was working with the tongue all over the head of the phallus and was licking it all over, trying to put inside his mouth as much as he could was just making me mad.

I was so overwhelmed that, distracted, I said "I never imagined that a blowjob would feel like that." He stopped and looked at me.

"Do you mean you never had your cock sucked? WITH THAT GIGANTIC TASTY COCK?" he asked. "I mean, your cock is almost as thick as two regular cocks put together!"

"Well, you see... I am shy." I stammered.

"Eh. You are a virgin! I am the first one tasting this huge mountain of meat!" he said with an incredulous look, but before I replied anything, he kept sucking at it, and licking it, and fondling my balls.

I was feeling a crescendo of arousal and excitement - and was begging him to stop - I was feeling like a violin, reacting with higher and higher chores at the expert hand of a master violinist. I knew the crescendo would reach a climax. It was unaviodable... I felt myself tensing. I was lying down at the sofa, with the legs crossed behind Rog's head, while he was busy sucking, licking, tasting me. As the crescendo continued, I felt a tingling sensation all over my muscles, and a throbbing of my balls. The cock grew thicked - and he smiled, as he knew I was ready to ejaculate. I tried to resist, to make that pleasure take more time, but it was impossible, it was as if the warmth of his mouth had spread to my entire body - I was sweating and trembling, and I ejaculated inside his mouth.

He swallowed some of the thick, abundant man-juice, and as I was ejaculating a lot, he let himself also get slobbered all over the face, while he kept sucking, and I was screaming with pleasure, trying to insert as much of my c0ck inside his mouth. He then licked me clean, and licked all the sperm that was over his face.

"I never saw a man that could produce as much semen as you did today. I was right about you," he said.

I was still recovering from that incredible experience - that overwhelming orgasm. But I was still burning with desire. I wanted more.

"This was just for starters," he said. "I really want to know what it feels to be fucked with a cock like yours," he told me.

"You see, I really want that," I said. "And I recover pretty fast."

"Ah, I knew you were a guy with a very short refractory period. Sometimes my intuition is so incredible, it hurts. You see, since the first time I saw you, I knew you were the man of my life. That simple."

(to be continued...)