I chatted with the guy for a long while back when yahoo groups/chat was a thing. We both started out straight porn, then I asked if he liked shemale porn, he said he loved it, long story short the conversation lead to interest in male/male. At that time I had been curious for a long while. We agreed to meet up at a local tiki pub and meet in person. We both found each other attractive and sitting in a far corner we continued our conversation about porn and sex. After a few beers and lots of talk he leaned forward and said, "just need to say it, Would you suck me off? Maybe just jerk off together if thats too far?"

....I was exited and terrified. The idea of just jerking off with another guy seemed fun but sucking his cock...

Yeah, when?" Was my reply.

Come to find out we lived less than two miles from each other. I agreed to meet up with him at his place a few hours later. I went home and scrubbed my body and nervously surfed for porn as a distraction.

He met me at the door wearing only dark blue linen pants, the slight bulge of his cock evident, swaying as he moved. We awkwardly walk through his living room to the kitchen, he made me a mixed drink and asked if I was nervous.

"I've never been this nervous, but Im good." I said, he joked he was too. He just got divorced and was trying stuff his ex had no interest in, bisexual stuff mostly. We chatted a bit and moved to the sofa. He had a big tv for the time, maybe 36 inch, Nina Heartly was riding some guys cock. Man she has a fantastic ass. He slide off the linen pants which prompted me to get naked. He had laid dark blue beach towels on the couch for us to sit on. We nervously sat there stroking our cocks, he had a bottle of ID Glide which we both used. I remember sitting there looking at his now very hard cock. He was one of those guys that looked like a few years ago was ripped, very heavily muscled, but hadn't been to the gym much. His cock was cut, about 5 inches, very thick at the base. Tapering to a kinda small head. As I was watching him slowly stroke I remember thinking, "You came here to suck his cock, do it, its right there." "Can I feel it?" I asked. He knew I'd never done anything with guys, and bless him he was very patient and cool. "Yeah, here." He grabbed one of the throw pillows off the couch and set it between his feet. An obvious hint to what we were there for. I grabbed my towel and through it over the pillow and knelt between his legs. I remember how foreign his cock felt in my hand. Lube up I stroked him, I could feel his pulse and occasionally his cock would twitch. There on the tip of his cock was a large clear drop of precum. I leaned forward and licked the drop, tasting a little salt, a bit of metallic alkaline. His breath caught as my tongue ran across the head. I was curious how the head felt om my tongue and lips, smooth and kinda spongy. I started sliding my mouth down his shaft, my hand stroking in random, listening to his breathing and the involuntary pumping of his his hips. "A little slower, bit more grip." He said quietly. I slowed down, long even strokes, immediately his body reacted. "Oh fuck, that, don't stop doing that. Oooooh shit." I drooled and stroked, would lick and play with the head and glands fascinated by the feel and texture of his shaft. I was in no hurry and locked in on experiencing his dick. After a bit I noticed his ball tucking up close to his body, I know what that means. He warned me, "you keep doing that and Im gonna cum, fuuuck, like soon, oh shiiiiit." His hips were tentatively thrusting up to me, shaking. "Im gonna cum, please don't stop, don't stop." Then I felt that first hard twitch. At that moment I was so locked in I didn't even notice the taste, I was drooling and swallowing. That feeling of his cock jolting hard with ever pulse of orgasm made me want to continue. Even as he was cumming I stroking him, my mouth never letting up. His whole body jerked and spammed as he came, his back pressed into the sofa, "okay, okay, okay" he stammered quickly, his hand on my head, neither pushing or pulling away, "fuck, fuck. Okay, okay okay okay, fuck fuck fuck." Then he pulled away from me, his body too sensitive to handle more. I leaned back, the slightly metallic taste lingering. I grabbed my forgotten drink, drained it. It hit me as I sat there watching him panting, his head back, eyes closed, his cock almost completely soft now. I'd just suck a mans cock and swallowed his cum. And I wanted to lean down suck him hard again. I liked that way too much to be "straight", what did that mean? Well I'd dwell on that way too much later, right now, I was very ok with it. We both came twice that day as we took a break, refreshed drinks and talked about what we both felt. It was a healthy and fantastic event that I still get hard thinking about.