Part 1 of 2
The following personal story kinda reminds me of some porn vids I've seen. I had met a guy online who claimed to be a curious straight, married but might be bi, or gay, or whatever, never had man sex before. I thought it might be fun to try one of those for once.
In addition, he claimed he and his wife were into leather, so he wanted his first gay sex experience to include that, too. No problem, I had a genuine Harley biker jacket & chaps for my motorcycling, plus my riding boots, studded gloves and a leather biker cap, too. We met for coffee to seal the deal for a few nights later.
He was the CFO for a medium-sized firm with their own office building outside of town, with fenced parking lot security. We rendezvoused there around 9 PM, he being able to open the gate for his car and my motorcycle, which I parked in a more concealed area in case another late-working employee showed up.
We went up to his private office on the second floor, and after some nervous small talk that was getting us nowhere, I finally decided he needed for me to take charge. I was still in my full leathers, he in casual business attire, and I firmly raised him to his feet from a chair and started to hug & kiss him.
He really got into it, tonguing and all, moaning and grinding his hips into my leather chaps. I rubbed his crotch with my hand, feeling his hardness through his trousers, and then he copied me with his own hand on my jeans. I let this go on for a few minutes until I felt his initial rush wearing off, then I firmly nudged him to go behind his desk and sat him down in his big executive swivel chair.
Kneeling down in front of him (perhaps mirroring images of Bill Clinton with Monica Lewinsky under the desk) I started to tease that bulge in his pants, occasionally lifting up to kiss his lips again. His fingers reached for his zipper a few times but I pushed them aside, making him realize I was calling the shots. I may have even said something like that was my job, not his.
But eventually I gave him what he was squirming for (and me too, for that matter), and undid his buckle and opened his fly. He was wearing white Jockeys, so I played with him through their fabric some more, now using my mouth, as well. His sexual tension was going over the top, and I think he was whimpering "Please, please..." to finally uncover his hard dick, poking against the waistband.
I stretched the front of his shorts down to release a nice cut cock that sprang up, its pinkness emphasized by the charcoal trousers he still wore. I even closed the pants fly fabric back a little around the shaft, thinking the sight and feeling might satisfy a fantasy of his, as it does with some other men. His aroused moaning suggested I was right.
I finally got down to the real work, though with the most teasing of touches at first. I won't go into too much description, since we all know the drill, and I wasn't going to spend too much time with the preliminaries, anyway. I assumed he'd had blowjobs from women before, and this lick-lick-tickle stuff, with a quick plunge into the mouth every now & then, is what many of them think it's all about, so that kind of treatment wouldn't be anything new for him.
But what a gay man knows to do for another man, that women often don't do or can't, is to suck with all the unrelenting force of an industrial vac, and that's what I was eager to have him feel. And indeed I think it may have been a new experience for him, because he went absolutely nuts.
And speaking of nuts, I had by now freed them as well, their own plump pinkness rather attractive resting bare and nearly hairless on that charcoal flannel fabric. I gave them lots of attention with my fingers while still sucking his insides out, with only brief breaks to rest my mouth with the easier task of pleasing those gentler parts with lips & tongue.
Here again I think gay men outshine women, who not only don't understand the pleasurable mysteries of these delicate objects they themselves lack, but who may have been made too timid by having inflicted painful moments on their men by mishandling them. Whereas I made sure his balls got just the same careful attention my own would have enjoyed, and I think this was also a revelation for him.
Torturing him forever would have been nice, but I knew we had a time limit, because he had to be back home from his "late night office work" at a reasonable hour.
So I finally let him pass the point of inevitability, popping him out my mouth just as he started to shoot (I never know if I'll like the taste of a new man the first time), aiming him as I pumped to give myself a facial for his further entertainment, and sparing him an awkward explanation about stains on those flannel pants. And to be honest, I've never found facials an entirely unpleasant thing.
Part 2 follows in the next message