My First Time with a Mature Man (Part I)
My First Time with a Mature Man
Part I: Mutual Jerking
Background information:
I really enjoy hearing detailed stories from other men regarding their first experiences with other men, so I thought I'd share one of my first experiences that meant the most to me. This wasn't my first experience, but it was the first time I realized how much men really do turn me on (instead of previous experiences and fantasies, where I assumed it was just due to being a horny teenager). In Georgia, the legal age of consent is 16, but I didn't realize that until I was older. Had I known then what I know now, I might have been bolder about experimenting with older men. Even then, it would have been difficult to beat the sheer luck of this experience. He was my church young men's leader, my Scoutmaster and my best friend's married dad...the Holy Trinity of homoerotic teen fantasy.
I was 17 at the time and had gone with our church youth group / Scout troop to Florida's Gulf Coast for our summer young men's camp. I rode in my best friend's conversion van, which was towing a camper. While he and our other friends were in the back, I was up front with his dad, Mike, talking to him and hearing him tell stories during the long drive south. Mike's handsome face and masculine body sparked sexual thoughts in me and there had been enough casual touching between us in the past (lingering hands on shoulders, back and chest, that sort of thing) that I thought there might actually be an interest from him, even if only subconsciously.
As we moved through Atlanta, everybody else in the van fell asleep after we got stuck in a traffic jam. Mike and I were talking and the conversation turned to sex. I hadn't actually had sex with a girl yet and asked him for details what it was like and he responded saying it was great at first, but that it got a lot less exciting after years of experiencing it. He then added that for a lot of married men, it stops being so important and they just get used to it not happening as often. I asked him how long it had been and he sort of shrugged and said it had been months. I gasped and laughed, then -- deciding to do something bold -- reached across the car and cupped his crotch in my hand, telling him he must be ready to burst. He blushed and laughed, but only gently pushed my hand away. I waited a few seconds and then leaned toward him and quietly said something along the lines of, "You know, part of the Scout Law is to be helpful. If you want, I'd be willing to lend a helping hand." He blushed again and looked over at me for a few seconds and then faced the road again smiling, saying, "You bad boy."
It was quiet for a little while, but it wasn't long after that the others started waking up we went back to talking about other things. Once we got near Destin, the guys started asking about sleeping arrangements in the camper. I had assumed my friend would share a mattress with his dad, but my friend spoke up wanting to share a bed with another friend. One of the other guys asked who would sleep next to Mike and he said I could share the bed with him, turning briefly toward me with a slight grin.
My heart started pounding in my chest. Holy shit, this might actually be happening, I thought. He just suggested for me to share the bed with him. My heart never stopped pounding and I was so nervous I had to focus to keep my hands from shaking as we pulled into the camping area and started setting up beds in the camper, as it was late in the night. I nervously laid down next to Mike on the mattress and waited with bated breath as everyone fell asleep.
The good part:
Once I was confident no one else was awake, I rolled over on my side towards him, where he was on his side facing away. My fingers trembling, I reached out and gently brushed the backs of my fingers against his garment top (non-LDS: undershirt) at the middle of his back very slowly. He didn't react, so I started pressing my hand against him more firmly before turning it over and running my fingers and palm softly from his shoulder blades to his lower back and up again. I paused when he shifted slightly and quietly cleared his throat for a moment, then I started caressing him again.
I then moved my hand down and slipped it under his shirt, beginning to touch his bare skin on his back. I moved my hand further inside his shirt, rubbing his shoulder blades and upper back when he turned his head toward me and said quietly, "What are you doing?" My hand froze and my heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, I thought. Did I seriously misinterpret his signals? I nervously whispered back, "I'll stop if you want." After a few seconds that felt like forever, he simply shifted around again and laid his head back down without saying anything, my hand still paused on his bare skin.
My breath rapid and my heart racing, I started gently running my hand side to side across his upper back, tracing the curves of his shoulder blades and back muscles. Growing more confident that he wasn't, in fact, going to stop me, I edged my hand up to the tops of his shoulders and massaged them before bringing it back down to his back. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes at the very idea of it happening, I slid my hand around his side to his stomach and started running my hand through the hair on his stomach. As I did, he moved his arm outward to give me more room. Taking this cue, I traced the hair up to his chest, where my hand started feverishly rubbing every inch of his upper body: his chest, his stomach, his collar bones, his shoulders and then, in a moment that felt like pure ecstasy, I began feeling his nipples, which had become pert. At this point, I felt his breathing escalate and I moved toward him, pressing my mouth against his shoulder as I continued rubbing his chest and nipples.
He then shifted his body again, this time moving his body closer to mine, causing my erection to press up against his butt. Beginning to kiss his clothed shoulder, I slowly slid my hand down his stomach to his clothed crotch, where I could feel his balls and erect cock. As soon as I started playing with his dick and rubbing his balls through his shorts, he started rhythmically thrusting against my hand. He then grabbed my arm with one hand while his other hand reached down and pulled his shorts and garment bottoms (non-LDS: underwear) open before guiding my hand inside to his cock.
As I started jerking him off, he turned to lay on his back as he moved his hand to my crotch and started rubbing my erection through my shorts. With my free hand, I pulled open my shorts and boxers and he reached in to start jerking me off without hesitation. We stared into each others eyes as we started stroking each other faster and I could feel my balls tighten as I approached orgasm. My breath caught in my throat as my body tensed and cum spewed out of my cock on his hand.
I hadn't realized my hand on his cock had paused until his other hand started moving it again and he whispered through heavy breathing, "Don't stop." My own tension released, I focused on stroking his hard dick as he wiped his messy hand on my shirt. Before long, he was thrusting his cock into my stroking hand and he eventually grabbed my hand to hold it still while he would thrust into it. Moments later, he leaned his head back and with a soft groan, I felt his warm seed spill over my hand and onto his pubes.
He body relaxed and I wiped my hand off on his shirt as I laid down next to him, both of us catching our breath. He looked over at me with a smile and whispered, "We better get some sleep, everybody's gonna wonder why we're so tired tomorrow." I laughed quietly and said goodnight as we relaxed drifted off to sleep.
Part I: Mutual Jerking
Background information:
I really enjoy hearing detailed stories from other men regarding their first experiences with other men, so I thought I'd share one of my first experiences that meant the most to me. This wasn't my first experience, but it was the first time I realized how much men really do turn me on (instead of previous experiences and fantasies, where I assumed it was just due to being a horny teenager). In Georgia, the legal age of consent is 16, but I didn't realize that until I was older. Had I known then what I know now, I might have been bolder about experimenting with older men. Even then, it would have been difficult to beat the sheer luck of this experience. He was my church young men's leader, my Scoutmaster and my best friend's married dad...the Holy Trinity of homoerotic teen fantasy.
I was 17 at the time and had gone with our church youth group / Scout troop to Florida's Gulf Coast for our summer young men's camp. I rode in my best friend's conversion van, which was towing a camper. While he and our other friends were in the back, I was up front with his dad, Mike, talking to him and hearing him tell stories during the long drive south. Mike's handsome face and masculine body sparked sexual thoughts in me and there had been enough casual touching between us in the past (lingering hands on shoulders, back and chest, that sort of thing) that I thought there might actually be an interest from him, even if only subconsciously.
As we moved through Atlanta, everybody else in the van fell asleep after we got stuck in a traffic jam. Mike and I were talking and the conversation turned to sex. I hadn't actually had sex with a girl yet and asked him for details what it was like and he responded saying it was great at first, but that it got a lot less exciting after years of experiencing it. He then added that for a lot of married men, it stops being so important and they just get used to it not happening as often. I asked him how long it had been and he sort of shrugged and said it had been months. I gasped and laughed, then -- deciding to do something bold -- reached across the car and cupped his crotch in my hand, telling him he must be ready to burst. He blushed and laughed, but only gently pushed my hand away. I waited a few seconds and then leaned toward him and quietly said something along the lines of, "You know, part of the Scout Law is to be helpful. If you want, I'd be willing to lend a helping hand." He blushed again and looked over at me for a few seconds and then faced the road again smiling, saying, "You bad boy."
It was quiet for a little while, but it wasn't long after that the others started waking up we went back to talking about other things. Once we got near Destin, the guys started asking about sleeping arrangements in the camper. I had assumed my friend would share a mattress with his dad, but my friend spoke up wanting to share a bed with another friend. One of the other guys asked who would sleep next to Mike and he said I could share the bed with him, turning briefly toward me with a slight grin.
My heart started pounding in my chest. Holy shit, this might actually be happening, I thought. He just suggested for me to share the bed with him. My heart never stopped pounding and I was so nervous I had to focus to keep my hands from shaking as we pulled into the camping area and started setting up beds in the camper, as it was late in the night. I nervously laid down next to Mike on the mattress and waited with bated breath as everyone fell asleep.
The good part:
Once I was confident no one else was awake, I rolled over on my side towards him, where he was on his side facing away. My fingers trembling, I reached out and gently brushed the backs of my fingers against his garment top (non-LDS: undershirt) at the middle of his back very slowly. He didn't react, so I started pressing my hand against him more firmly before turning it over and running my fingers and palm softly from his shoulder blades to his lower back and up again. I paused when he shifted slightly and quietly cleared his throat for a moment, then I started caressing him again.
I then moved my hand down and slipped it under his shirt, beginning to touch his bare skin on his back. I moved my hand further inside his shirt, rubbing his shoulder blades and upper back when he turned his head toward me and said quietly, "What are you doing?" My hand froze and my heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, I thought. Did I seriously misinterpret his signals? I nervously whispered back, "I'll stop if you want." After a few seconds that felt like forever, he simply shifted around again and laid his head back down without saying anything, my hand still paused on his bare skin.
My breath rapid and my heart racing, I started gently running my hand side to side across his upper back, tracing the curves of his shoulder blades and back muscles. Growing more confident that he wasn't, in fact, going to stop me, I edged my hand up to the tops of his shoulders and massaged them before bringing it back down to his back. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes at the very idea of it happening, I slid my hand around his side to his stomach and started running my hand through the hair on his stomach. As I did, he moved his arm outward to give me more room. Taking this cue, I traced the hair up to his chest, where my hand started feverishly rubbing every inch of his upper body: his chest, his stomach, his collar bones, his shoulders and then, in a moment that felt like pure ecstasy, I began feeling his nipples, which had become pert. At this point, I felt his breathing escalate and I moved toward him, pressing my mouth against his shoulder as I continued rubbing his chest and nipples.
He then shifted his body again, this time moving his body closer to mine, causing my erection to press up against his butt. Beginning to kiss his clothed shoulder, I slowly slid my hand down his stomach to his clothed crotch, where I could feel his balls and erect cock. As soon as I started playing with his dick and rubbing his balls through his shorts, he started rhythmically thrusting against my hand. He then grabbed my arm with one hand while his other hand reached down and pulled his shorts and garment bottoms (non-LDS: underwear) open before guiding my hand inside to his cock.
As I started jerking him off, he turned to lay on his back as he moved his hand to my crotch and started rubbing my erection through my shorts. With my free hand, I pulled open my shorts and boxers and he reached in to start jerking me off without hesitation. We stared into each others eyes as we started stroking each other faster and I could feel my balls tighten as I approached orgasm. My breath caught in my throat as my body tensed and cum spewed out of my cock on his hand.
I hadn't realized my hand on his cock had paused until his other hand started moving it again and he whispered through heavy breathing, "Don't stop." My own tension released, I focused on stroking his hard dick as he wiped his messy hand on my shirt. Before long, he was thrusting his cock into my stroking hand and he eventually grabbed my hand to hold it still while he would thrust into it. Moments later, he leaned his head back and with a soft groan, I felt his warm seed spill over my hand and onto his pubes.
He body relaxed and I wiped my hand off on his shirt as I laid down next to him, both of us catching our breath. He looked over at me with a smile and whispered, "We better get some sleep, everybody's gonna wonder why we're so tired tomorrow." I laughed quietly and said goodnight as we relaxed drifted off to sleep.
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