Eventually he began to kiss my neck and then worked his way down my chest, licking and nibbling in a way that made me so hard it hurt. All the time he was telling me how handsome I am and how he'd been wanting to do this from the minute he met me. I was stammering how gorgeous he was and how I had wanted this, too, even though I hadn't admitted it to myself. Mostly, though, I was groaning and trying to breathe.
When his mouth reached my waist he eased down my trunks and freed my raging hard-on. "May I kiss your beautiful cock, Zack?" he asked. My knees started to buckle and I just kept groaning, "Yes, yes, yes!"
He sat down on the log and took me in his mouth. My God, I'd had no idea anything could feel so good! He slid his lips all the way down to my balls and then pulled back, licking the length of my shaft and then the slit at the end. He had my ass cheeks in his hands and he kept pulling me toward his face and then stroking back again, doing wonderful things with his tongue and even biting me gently. I wanted this to last forever and I tried to hold back, but eighteen years of horniness got the better of me and I told him, "I'm cumming!" way too soon. I expected him to pull off, but he kept sucking me and moaned with what sounded like pleasure when I shot a blast into his throat. He must have swallowed my cum because it was nowhere to be found when he finally took his mouth off of me. Without thinking about it, I dropped to my knees and kissed him on the mouth. I could taste myself when I plunged my tongue in. "Let me do it to you," I begged. I suddenly needed to do that so bad!
"You don't have to. A lot of first-timers don't want to."
"I want to! I've GOT to!"
He flashed that bone-melting grin. "Well, don't let me stop you, then."
I pulled down his swimsuit and looked at his cock for the first time. It was about the same length as mine, but thicker. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I reached out and stroked it with my hand and felt myself getting hard all over again. I was going to get to suck this hard, wonderful cock! "Let's lay down," Quinn suggested.
He settled himself on his back in the sand and I lay down between his legs. Damn, it was exciting just to be there, close enough to smell him and to see the little drop of precum glistening on the head of his cock. He groaned when I put my mouth on him and then I just went crazy. I didn't think about what I was doing at all, I just let myself go and did everything that felt good. I licked, sucked and chewed on every part of his prick, and rubbed his hairy balls. He kept telling me how wonderful it was, that he loved what I was doing. My own cock was hard as a rock again.
"I'm cumming, Zack," he panted and I plunged my mouth to the root of his cock and was rewarded with a hot jet of his cum in my throat. I couldn't swallow it all, but I did the best I could. Some of the big load dripped out when he pulled out of my mouth after a couple of wonderful minutes.
He urged me up on top of him then and held me. I'd never felt so close to another human being. We lay like that for a long time.
"I can't help but notice that you seem to be ready for another go-round," Quinn finally said. My prick was still as hard as it can get. "I live in that little cabin right there. Do you want to come in for more?"
Naturally I followed him into his cabin. It was a one-room place with a kitchenette and a small bathroom. There were a couple of chairs and a TV and a great big bed. He led me right to it. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom packet and a tube. I assumed he planned to ass-fuck me, which excited me, but scared me a little, too. He ripped open the package, but instead of putting the rubber on himself, he grabbed my cock and slipped it over my hard-on.
"I get checked regularly and I know I'm healthy, but wear this anyway. ALWAYS wear one. Take care of yourself for all of us who care about you, OK?" I nodded, too choked-up to talk. Between knowing that I was going to get to fuck him first and that he really cared about me, I was blown-away.
He lay down on the bed on his back. "I like it doggie-style most of the time," he told me, "but this time I want to watch your face while you fuck me." He handed me the tube, which was a lubricant, and told me to rub it on and in his asshole. I loved the feeling of touching him there, especially when I put my finger inside him. He then told me to put some on the rubber. "It's lubed, but you have a pretty big cock and I haven't done this for awhile so I might need extra."
"Why haven't you done it?"
"I like to keep this for men I really have feelings for."
I didn't know what to say, but I knew that I loved this man. I knew he would always be my first true love.
He slid to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs and I eased my cock into his asshole. The heat and the tightness of it felt great even before I started stroking in and out. Somehow I just knew what the rhythm of it should be, even though I'd never fucked anything but the palm of my hand and Quinn's sweet, hot mouth.
I kept telling him how great it felt and he kept encouraging me to do it as hard as felt good to me. "I want you all," he said. "Pound me with your hard cock, lover!"
He was stroking his own prick as we fucked and watching my face. The orgasm, when it came, was the most explosive of my young life. Seeing him come right afterwards only made it better. I stayed inside him for as long as I could, and then pulled my deflated penis out of his hole. He got up then, kissed me, and went into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, damp washcloth and peeled the filled condom off of me, then washed me. He cleaned his own stomach and then lay down on the bed and motioned me to join him. He pulled me against him, spoon-fashion and held me for a long time. Finally I said, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
"You have no idea how much, but I don't think you're ready."
"Oh, I want to, Quinn. I want to very much."
"I know you do, sweetheart, but I don't think your body is ready. An asshole isn't really designed for a cock to plunge right in, you know. It will hurt like hell."
"That's OK," I told him. "I really want you there."
"And I'll be there, I promise," he said, kissing the back of my neck. "But let's make you ready for it slowly so you can really enjoy your first time."
"How?"
"Let's start with something a lot smaller than my cock. Give me the lubricant." I handed him the tube and he rubbed a generous amount on his index finger and told me to roll onto my stomach. When I did he rubbed lube on my asshole and put his finger in me. It felt wonderful! It surprised me because I always hated it when the doctor did that. He worked his finger around inside my hole, stroking and stretching the walls while I imagined it was his cock in there. He worked on it for several minutes.
"Am I ready yet?" I asked, eagerly.
"It's going to take more than my finger to do that job. We'll work at it over time and I promise it will be worth it." I groaned with disappointment. In later years I realized what a loving thing he did for me. Several of my gay friends suffered intense pain their first time and their selfish lovers couldn't have cared less. He gave me another satisfying blow-job while he fingered my ass and then sent me home to get some sleep.
Everyday after that went by in a haze of happiness. I worked all day, sneaking touches and kisses with Quinn whenever I could get away with it. Every night we'd gather at the bonfire where several of the guys became my life-long friends. After they left we'd go in Quinn's cabin and make love for hours. We loved to sixty-nine and he often let me fuck him. Over the next few days we'd finish each night's lovemaking with Quinn stretching my hole with a bigger and bigger dildo, ending with a huge one that I couldn't believe, when I first saw it, was ever going to go in there. Finally it did, however, and after he fucked me with it Quinn left it in my ass while he blew me. God, it was the best feeling!
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