The Night of First Times - Gay Romance Bi Erotica

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It's my absolute, and total recollection of my First Time.

Excerpt:
I plopped down on the end of the bed and turned the TV on to Sports Center, catching up on highlights that I had missed through the week long seminar. Sitting there in the middle of the room, I could hear the shower water turn off and Jonah moving around in the bathroom as he dried off. After a few minutes, the door opened and he walked out naked as a jaybird, and obviously feeling as free as any nudist. And I could see why, he was huge!

As he walked toward me, his meat swinging low, I could feel a lump form in my throat. My god, I had never seen one that large. Not that I went around looking at cocks, or had the chance to, but it was bigger than anything I'd seen. I was envious as hell!

He stopped at the dresser right in front of me, and opened a drawer to retrieve a pair of boxers. Just before he did, he paused, watching one of the highlights on TV. As for me, I was watching his cock, I was captivated! He laughed and swung his hips, doing body language along with the athlete, and his big club flopped around.

"Man! Did you see that move?" he asked, turning his head to look at me. There was a long pause, as he looked at me and it registered that I was staring at his penis. I couldn't help it. I couldn't take my eyes from it. I was enthralled, to say the least!

"What's wrong?" he asked shyly, as he looked down too. When looking down, his back naturally arched, his hips moved forward and it was like he was offering himself to me. His cock lifted and pushed forward slightly. With a lump still in my throat, I felt my arm raise from the bed and watched, like it was an out-of-body experience, as it reached for the large appendage hanging in front of me.

Circling the cock with my hand, I exhaled and finally swallowed the lump caught there, able to breathe again. "How heavy is this thing?" I whispered softly, and almost lovingly, as I lifted his girth and squeezed it lightly in my palm.

Jonah stumbled backwards with a gasp. His movement wasn't far enough to pull my hand free, it essentially just made me give him one full stroke as my hand slid up his shaft.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" he stammered as he looked at my hand wrapped around his tool. My eyes stayed focused on it, I was in a trance, and my hand was locked on the big fat thing I was admiring.

Just as I felt it pulse and surge, he slapped my hand away, stepped back and repeated his question. "What the fuck?"

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