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Show4U's True Stories: My First Bi Experienc

... from the slow lashes of pleasure he delivered with his tongue. My jeans and boxers began to strangle me. N paused just long enough to help me break free from their grasp and cast them aside. His hand gripped me with a chokehold of his own around the base of my shaft as he continued to bob up and down over my throbbing head. And then, as quickly as he had breathed life into my once-dead cock, he threatened to take it away... I could feel myself quickly approaching the &#034point of no return.&#034 My mind snapped me back from the brink of premature release, and I pushed N from my lap. I was a man on a mission; I was here to experience new things. I've received plenty in my life, albeit from women thus far, but this was my chance to give in a way I've never given. N fell back to his seat on the couch, and I fell to my knees on the floor between his legs. For the first time in my life, my hand wrapped around the hardened steel shaft of another man. His cut cock was only a little bit smaller than my own, and had an upward curve to it. I wanted to marvel at its magnificence almost as much as I wanted to plunge it into my mouth. There was no exploring, no tasting, no teasing. I wrapped my lips around his cock, pressed my tongue against his frenulum, and stroked him with my mouth. I sucked him like I was trying to get a thick milkshake through a narrow straw... and indeed I was. From the moment I touched his cock, I was thirsty for his cum. I wanted to taste the first spurt ...

... explode in my mouth, feel the next crash against my chest and stomach like a tidal wave, then drench my own cock with every remaining drop. Before I could achieve my goal, N stopped me. He was still in control of his desires, and I trusted his instructions. I positioned myself above him, bracing my arms against the back of the couch as I lowered my hips and pressed the full length of my shaft against his. Our cocks were still slick from each other's saliva and slid wildly. I tamed them with one hand, stroking the two as one. My excitement proved to be too much. After only a few strokes, the warmth of his slick, hard cock had me at the edge. I stopped myself again, hoping to extend our fun a little longer. I collapsed back into my seat. I cautioned N that I was close, and suggested that he catch himself up. I watched as he stroked himself, holding my own cock motionless in an effort to calm its eagerness. Still stroking himself, N leaned towards me again. His free hand wrapped around my cock and started off with a slow and firm stroke, which I could handle... until his tongue began flicking my nipple. Without any guidance, his stroke instinctively matched my needs, building to a faster pace right until I erupted. Slow firm strokes rode each pulse of my cock, his grip squeezing every last drop of my cum onto my stomach. There I sat, paralyzed by pleasure, embarrassment, and shock. My cock wilted in my hand, as I turned to watch N stroke himself. When he finished, it was not a modest ...