The First Experiment

As G looked at the computer screen, the message that lit up his face seemed to glare back at him, eager for a reply. He was more nervous than he had ever felt in his life. It was one thing to fantasize about experimenting, it was another entirely to take his fantasies into reality, and to let another man fuck his brains out. The simple thought already had him getting hard, and his nervousness melted into lust.

The man who he had messaged was married, at least he said he was in his reply to G’s post. He had given G an address, and a time to meet him, tomorrow at 730. It was set. No matter how risky it felt to him, G could no longer resist the urge that he felt to have someone dominate him, the urge to be fucked.

The next day passed in a blur for G, and he soon found himself approaching the apartment that had been mentioned in the message. It was far fancier than G could have imagined; it was the most luxurious building in a wealthy section of the city, and G felt like he was out of place. However, he continued on, through the doors, up the elevator, to the penthouse floor.

He left the elevator and approached the dark wooden door, beyond which was the realization of two years of thoughts that had not dare bubble above the surface into reality. But right now, G felt he might burst. He thought that he would be nervous, or even scared, both rational thoughts. But he was excited, he felt a pressure in his stomach, and a tenseness between his legs that could only be relieved by knocking. And so he did. The door opened, and a man in his early 30s opened the door.

“So your G?”

G looked at the man who stood across from him and gave him a once over. He definitely was not the type of man that G expected would be on the internet looking for low key hookups. Slightly taller than G, who was already tall, the man, who called him self A, showed an athletic under his plain white shirt and had a dark stubble that poorly hid a masculine face that G could only describe—as beautiful.

A invited G in, and over the next hour, small talk began, which slowly built the tension that began to build between them, and the conversation began to shift to sex. G was nervous, but he knew the way that he wanted this night to go, and was ready to take it to the next level. “Do you mind if I take a shower?” G looked into A’s eyes and noticed the familiar lust that looked back. “That sounds like a great idea, I’ll make us some drinks.”

A grabbed G a towel and pointed his towards the bathroom: “it’s through the bedroom, you can undress in there too if you want”. G walked into the spacious room and looked through the floor to ceiling windows as he undressed. The harbor and the mountains behind highlighted a clear, beautiful night. G wrapped the towel around his waist, felling the erection that had fostered as the thought about what was to come. G had left the bedroom door ajar, intentionally, and walked to the bathroom which was visible from the rest of the apartment. As G made his way towards the shower, he stopped at the bathroom door and looked over his shoulder to the kitchen, where he noticed A looking back, exactly where G wanted him to be. G walked into the bathroom, letting the towel drop showing the back of his naked body for A to take in. G turned on the spacious waterfall shower, and stepped in.

As the hot water caressed his body, G began to wash himself. As his soapy hands lowered to his hole, his fingers caressed himself, and he stuck his index finger inside himself, preparing for what was to come. As he had predicted, strong hands wrapped around his body, and turned him to face A, now naked, in the shower with G. he pressed his lips against G's and G felt A's tongue moving around his mouth, engaged in a heated dance with his own. He also felt A's penis against his, hard and thick.
G could wait no longer.

He took A hands away from their groping of his ass, and began kissing his neck, then his muscled chest, his abs. G was now on his knees, and face to face with two years of fantasizing. A's penis was the master work of an artist, a slight curve upwards, with veins giving the glistening member a strong touch. G gripped A with one hand, feeling the rod, and cupping his balls with his other hand. He kissed A's torso one more time, and began his oral. liked the head, and a gently pressed himself once again into G's mouth.

This time G's mouth was opened far more, and he felt the fullness of A's dick and it moved slowly back and forth. G had practiced this, but no amount of practice could simulate the real thing. G pushed forwards, and gagged. moving back, G sucked on A's balls before engaging his dick once more, back and forth, now G, with A inside of his mouth was pressed against his torso. He felt A in the back of his throat, and worked his tongue around A's shaft, he felt A begin to shudder.

"I'm going to cum soon"

G didn't hear him, he was in his own sexual reality now, back and forth, G continued to fuck A's penis with his mouth. G felt the head of A's penis flex, and hot liquid entered G's mouth. G stood up and began to make out with A again, as their wet and soapy bodies wrapped around each other in the steam of the shower, A's hands touching G all over his tight body.

He was ready for the next fantasy.