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Exposed On the Road – A First Time Gay Sex Story

20 September, 2016 (00:05) | first time gay sex,, Uncategorized | By: Gaysexstories

by Goblinfeet (dr_mayhem@hotmail.com)

***

My first gay-experience was an innocent pick-up that
ended in public hardcore oral action. (MM, exh, 1st-
gay-expr, oral)

***

Although I consider myself straight, I did go through a
time during my early 20’s when I experimented a little.
This is a story of my first and still most interesting
bi encounter.

I had been drinking alone at a relatively well known,
if not popular, pub in the city of Adelaide. After five
or six drinks, I got to the point where I was getting
more tired than drunk. At about 1am I decided to call
it a night, and went looking for a taxi.

In a small but still populated city square, someone
called out to me. Half expecting someone I knew and
being drunk at the time I considered ignoring them.

“Want a smoke mate?”

I looked over and saw a man in his early 30’s sitting
on a bench smoking a cigarette. He was dark, with short
black hair, unshaven, though not in a scruffy way, and
tall. Taller than me at least. I must only be 5′ 7″ at
most and quite slim, with short fair hair. He held out
the pack to me and even though I had been trying (sort
of) to quit, I took one and sat down.

“How’s it going?” I said, “Warm night isn’t it? Had a
few?” I always want to know how drunk people are.

He laughed, “No not too pissed, got to drive you know.”

We talked for a while, though I can’t remember exactly
what we talked about. I should mention that he never
gave me his name, or if he did I don’t remember it. He
then offered me a lift. After some quiet deliberation I
figured it would be ok. Although not drunk I was a bit
tipsy, and I figured he was harmless enough.

So we got into the car and went for a drive. I didn’t
immediately tell him where I lived, so we just drove
around for a bit, with no destination in mind. At some
point he told me he was bi-sexual.

“Not a problem” I said, “different strokes and all.” I
had been thinking about guys myself recently, but was
still on the fence. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to
go anywhere or not. I have always had an incredibly
sensitive arsehole and nipples, I’ve been shoving
things up my butt as far back as I can remember. As he
was talking about fucking guys, I was thinking – No,
not me, maybe, I don’t know. And all the while my
little tits were getting hard and itchy.

This all happened a few years ago and I don’t remember
the subject of conversation. But for some reason, I’m
still not sure why, a forbidden element maybe, I began
to get incredibly horny. As we drove along a coastal
road I couldn’t help myself but lift my hands up under
my t-shirt, grab my swollen nipples between my thumbs
and forefingers and squeeze and pull.

I looked over to see if he was looking, he wasn’t, so I
twisted and pulled again, the pleasure intense. My
penis began to swell; it didn’t get hard but became
very thick and sensitive against my leg. Suddenly he
pulled over, the car facing the sea, blocks of
illuminated units behind us.

He had seen what I was doing. He looked me long in the
eyes, and as I gave no resistance, leaned over and with
both hands he grabbed my pronounced buds roughly,
squeezed them, and then began to shake them up and
down. Hard he shook them, then lifted my shirt up and
slapped them.

I cried out, he studied my reaction, and then slapped
them harder. He grabbed each of my long nipples, and
gave them a hard twist which made me arch my back and
moan loudly, then started the car and drove off again.

“I can’t believe how sensitive they are,” he said in
astonishment.

“Yeah, they’ve always been like that, but no one’s ever
turned me on like that though. Using only my nipples.”

I had one hand up my shirt, the other rubbing my
pulsing hard on, “Lift it up again,” he said.

I grabbed my t-shirt and lifted it over my chest, and
up under my chin. My smooth chest and large erect
nipples felt very exposed. I felt so horny at that
moment, exposing myself, having some strange guy
abusing me, with anyone driving past being able to see,
(and there were a few). I began to pant, he began
talking dirty, calling me a slut and a faggot whore,
while he deliberately hurt my tit’s. I squealed and
loved it.

“I want to fuck you,” he barked. “Show me your
arsehole.”

I immediately began taking my shoes off, then realising
it wasn’t practical in the front seat, moved to the
back and stripped there. I yanked off my shoes and
socks. My jeans easily came down to my ankles, but I
had to get them off. I wanted no restrictions. Soon I
was naked from the waist down, and as we drove along he
spied me in the rear view mirror. I began to masturbate
for him. He moved the mirror so we could both see.

“Don’t cum,” he said.

I shook my head, put my feet on the shoulders of each
front seat, lifted up my hips, spread my knees, and
watched myself in the mirror as my pink anus palpitated
in and out. Cars drove past, one honked; I was gasping
and almost came from the thrill of it. The car stopped
suddenly.

“Don’t you cum bitch, I want to see it.”

“Quickly then,” I breathed hoarsely.

“In the front seat, where I can keep an eye on you.”

I clambered into the front seat and stripped off my
shirt, leaving me totally naked.

“Find somewhere quick, if someone sees us…”

“If someone sees you, you mean,” he laughed.

Very soon we came to a public tennis court with a car
park. He wanted to fuck me. And I wanted him to fuck
me. But he didn’t have a condom.

“Get one from a servo” I said, but no, he was too horny
and couldn’t wait.

“Fuck my face then, you can’t cum in my mouth though,
only over my chest. Use my mouth as a cunt or a boy’s
arsehole or whatever you prefer, and I’ll make you come
over my big nipples with my hands.”

“You got it bitch.”

I crawled out of the car, naked and hard and shivering,
wanting this big man to fuck me, use me, and pleasure
himself with my body. The headlights were still on, and
I felt extremely visible. I knelt in front of the car
with my mouth open, horny out of my mind, quaking with
anticipation.

He came up and unzipped his pants; he was big. I
gasped, and for the first time since we met, just an
hour ago, I had second thoughts. His member was long
and fat, with a large slick bulbous head, and stood
almost vertical. I knew immediately I was going to have
trouble with it.

Without warning, let alone finesse he shoved it into my
mouth. My gasp was cut short. The head was hard and
smooth as it slid past my lips, the shaft hot and
rippling. He grabbed my head and began fucking my
mouth. I reached behind and spread my cheeks; my anus
undulated with each thrust.

I could feel my sphincter gape and push out of my body.
His onslaught was relentless, and thick wads of saliva
smeared my cheeks, chin and dripped from my mouth. I
tried to moan. Then I felt his fingers seek out the
protrusions of my nipples. They had never been so
swollen and long and hard. I felt him grasp them. He
held them hard as he fucked my face.

I had never felt, and never thought that I could feel
so exposed, so naked. All inhibitions were gone. It’s
hard to describe the feeling that went through me, from
my nipples to my hard cock and quivering anus, like a
taste or aroma that’s almost overpowering, to the brink
of pain.

He used my nipples like reins as he pumped my mouth
with steady deliberate rhythm.

“Yes slut, you like that, slut? Fuck it, fuck my cock,
move your slutty mouth cunt over my cock.”

I spread my butt cheeks wider and slid four fingers,
two from each hand, inside. It was wet and hot, and
pulsed with its own orgasmic rhythm. He let go of my
engorged nipples, grabbed me by the hair again, and
brutally rammed his rod into my face, until he groaned
and began to cum.

I struggled free and took his cock with both hands. I
held it to my chest, and began beating it as the
beautiful warm liquid sprayed over my nipples. It’s
musky aroma hit me, and sent a shivering spasm down to
my gaping hole, which suddenly throbbed into orgasm.
Overcome by lust I moaned and took his still rock hard
cock into my mouth again, as my own cum spurted onto
the ground.

Seeing that I was cumming, he gripped my nipples firmly
in his hands. He shook them and pulled them to the
point that I was nearly lifted off the ground,

“Cum bitch, cum!”

Over and over he said it, as I screamed within a pain
or pleasure rapture. One hand a blur over my hard dick
that was cumming like it was pissing, the other stuffed
halfway into my dilated arsehole. His still pulsing
organ stifling my cries.

After about a minute or two of this I was spent, and
very nearly collapsed. He then knelt down beside me and
stroked my hair,

“Was that ok?” he smiled.

I just smiled back and nodded.

We got back into the car; I put my t-shirt back on, but
was still naked otherwise. I continued to stroke myself
as he drove me home. At one point he asked me to give
him head again, as he got turned on by watching me, I
complied and this time it was more gentle. Taking the
time to savour the muskiness of his thick cock.

He came quickly; I pulled him out of my mouth and
jerked him into my hand. Then rubbed the spicy cum over
my tender nipples. Before long I was naked again and I
asked him to finger fuck my arsehole. My nipples and
dick got a good workout but I still needed him to butt-
fuck me.

He parked in a suburban street. It was 3 in the morning
so there was no traffic on the road. Naked I got out of
the car, and lay spread legged on the bonnet as he
pounded my hole with his thick fingers, and I quickly
masturbated to another orgasm. We hurried back inside
and he took me home.

It was an incredibly intense experience, one of the
most intense I’ve had in my life. But for all that, we
thanked each other, went our separate ways, and never
saw each other again.

END

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