This reminds me of my first time. How nervous I was as we began to undress and undress each other. His hands on me, not like a friend or someone but like a lover, touching you for the pleasure of touching you. I remember his hand caressing my cock and going under my balls and feeling them. The first time someone else had touched me there. I remember touching his cock. The hardness of it, yet so soft, the wetness forming on the tip. I remember stroking him a little and the pre cum flowing eagerly out the tip. Him stroking me and how great it felt yet strange that it was not my hand. Playing with my balls and gently pulling them. When he pushed me back on the bed and then suddenly his mouth on my cock. I was not sure what I was feeling but then without warning I filled his mouth with my cum my body tense from cumming and then the feeling of relief and pure pleasure. He pulled back showing me the cum in his mouth then he swallowed it. He reached up and kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth.
I then stroked him and he brought his cock up to my face and I opened my mouth and he slid it in, just the head then he rolled over and he pulled my head down his cock. He fed me his hard cock til I gagged then he fucked my mouth for a short time then he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed it just like he had mine. I remember his balls hanging low, me taking them in my mouth and him moaning with pleasure and I got him hard again.
We played for about 2 hours that day. He was about 20 years older than me but we both knew we wanted each other. I stayed with him for about 6 years until I moved across the country. I still remember that afternoon and subsequent days with him. Learning about making love and how to give him pleasure and feel pleasure in what he gave me. He was a great teacher.
