A Late Wednesday Cock-Blogging: My First Other
My experimentation with bisexuality has been somewhat limited. That said, my first direct encounter with another penis still stays with me...
As it happens, I have had very little exposure to penii other than my own. In junior-high and high schools, I was in music programs that took the place of gym classes. That meant that I never had the experience of communal showering. Even when I went to church camps over the summers, I managed to avoid showering with others. Mostly, I was afraid that I'd get caught looking, if I did.
A side-effect of this was that the only other dicks I saw belonged to porn stars. And not only are they put in that line of work because of their size to begin with, but actresses tended to be petite to further the illusion. Thus, already-sizable cocks look even bigger.
One night in Colorado, I had my first experience with another man. I was out with three other people, two women and a man. One of the women was visiting me, and all four of us were (at the time) regular readers of the USENET newsgroup "soc.bi", a bisexuality discussion board. We had dinner, hung out. Eventually we started playing cards, which of course led to strip poker. Except we really didn't know how that sort of thing worked (how do you raise or bluff a bet?), so we ended up all four of us sitting there naked. After a very Monty Python-esque period of just sitting around carrying on conversation in the buff, people started giving each other backrubs. Still nude. Still, nothing going on.
I'm not sure at what point things finally started picking up, but I was being massaged by the other guy, who said aloud, "I think I could go for some MOTSS* action." I was still a little nervous, but decided to give it a toss.
So he moved around in front of me, and we just started caressing each other. This was all new ground for me. At first the two women were playing with each other (but later I would find out that they shortly gave that up in favor of the free show). Soon, I wasn't paying attention to them.
This was my first chest without breasts. I mean, I'm not a breast-fixated person, and I'd dated several women with small chests. But this was different. He was smooth, too, and I'm moderately furry (consistently hairy, but not thick matted hair), so that was new. At first, neither of us was hard. Then we started making out.
That was so strange to me. His lips weren't as soft, and there was stubble around them (I had a beard at the time). Aside from that, it wasn't that different. His style was more aggressive than most of my girlfriends had been, but hey, kissing is kissing, and after a while we were both showing signs of, err, growing interest.
And here's where we get to the cock-blogging part: I was stunned at the difference in our sizes. This guy was almost exactly my height (though more slender in build). And I just assumed that most cocks were about the same size. Not having ever seen any John Holmes films, most of the porn cock I had seen was relatively close in size. And this all being straight porn, you rarely saw two dicks close-enough together to compare size. But here mine was, vein-to-vein with another one, as he stroked us both with the same hand. And there was a pretty visible distinction between the two.
But putting all that aside for the time being, I was in a state of wonder. I'd never held another one, and here I was with the chance to jack one off. Looking back, I guess it was assumed that nothing more that mutual-masturbation was on the menu. I wasn't thinking about it at the time. But that's all we did. Though, we certainly took our time with it. I think we must have spent 30-45 minutes just kissing and necking while we stroked each other. At one point, he got one of the girls to get his lube, and the stroking improved immensely. Somewhere between 30 and 45 minutes, I came.
Hard.
No, harder than you're thinking.
We were seated, facing each other, on the floor. Our legs were somewhat intertwined, and our cocks were pointing at the ceiling. When I started to orgasm, the first few jets were strong-enough to go straight up with enough momentum to hit my chin, a distance of nearly two feet (remember that I'm over 6'3"). And it went everywhere. I was used to either using a towel, standing over a toilet, or (frankly) being inside a woman's mouth or her vagina. And when I wanked, I just didn't get that kind of volume!
But these things eventually end, and after we cleaned me up, we remembered that only I had come, thus far. So I turned my attention back to him. This was the first time I heard about anti-depressants impacting the male's ability to orgasm (years later, I'd experience this first-hand for myself).
I did everything I could to that cock. Everything that I had always wanted a partner to do when using their hand on me. But five, ten minutes passed with no results. Oh, he was loving it, but my wrists were getting cramped. He started to stop me, explaining about the meds issue. But I was having none of that. I was going to be patient and persevere (an attitude I later applied to learning to go down on women). And after another five or so minutes, I (and the two-woman audience) was rewarded with another (more sedate) fountain. Mission accomplished!
We then cleaned up, got dressed, and went to Denny's.
Looking back, I wonder what might have been different if we'd tried to do more. Would I have been as willing to dive into oral sex? It would be several more years before I started sticking my toe into the murky waters of cruising for anonymous blowjobs from men. What if he'd blown me that night? Would I have ended up on the cruising scene sooner? No way of knowing, I suppose.
So that's the story of the first time I touched a penis not my own. Funny (and sad) part is, I can't even remember his name, some 11 years or so later.
Dausa
* MOTSS means "member of the same sex", and is an old USENET-era abbreviation for same-sex play. MOTOS meant "member of the opposite sex", and MOTAS meant "member of the appropriate sex", for when you wanted to be politely neutral.
As it happens, I have had very little exposure to penii other than my own. In junior-high and high schools, I was in music programs that took the place of gym classes. That meant that I never had the experience of communal showering. Even when I went to church camps over the summers, I managed to avoid showering with others. Mostly, I was afraid that I'd get caught looking, if I did.
A side-effect of this was that the only other dicks I saw belonged to porn stars. And not only are they put in that line of work because of their size to begin with, but actresses tended to be petite to further the illusion. Thus, already-sizable cocks look even bigger.
One night in Colorado, I had my first experience with another man. I was out with three other people, two women and a man. One of the women was visiting me, and all four of us were (at the time) regular readers of the USENET newsgroup "soc.bi", a bisexuality discussion board. We had dinner, hung out. Eventually we started playing cards, which of course led to strip poker. Except we really didn't know how that sort of thing worked (how do you raise or bluff a bet?), so we ended up all four of us sitting there naked. After a very Monty Python-esque period of just sitting around carrying on conversation in the buff, people started giving each other backrubs. Still nude. Still, nothing going on.
I'm not sure at what point things finally started picking up, but I was being massaged by the other guy, who said aloud, "I think I could go for some MOTSS* action." I was still a little nervous, but decided to give it a toss.
So he moved around in front of me, and we just started caressing each other. This was all new ground for me. At first the two women were playing with each other (but later I would find out that they shortly gave that up in favor of the free show). Soon, I wasn't paying attention to them.
This was my first chest without breasts. I mean, I'm not a breast-fixated person, and I'd dated several women with small chests. But this was different. He was smooth, too, and I'm moderately furry (consistently hairy, but not thick matted hair), so that was new. At first, neither of us was hard. Then we started making out.
That was so strange to me. His lips weren't as soft, and there was stubble around them (I had a beard at the time). Aside from that, it wasn't that different. His style was more aggressive than most of my girlfriends had been, but hey, kissing is kissing, and after a while we were both showing signs of, err, growing interest.
And here's where we get to the cock-blogging part: I was stunned at the difference in our sizes. This guy was almost exactly my height (though more slender in build). And I just assumed that most cocks were about the same size. Not having ever seen any John Holmes films, most of the porn cock I had seen was relatively close in size. And this all being straight porn, you rarely saw two dicks close-enough together to compare size. But here mine was, vein-to-vein with another one, as he stroked us both with the same hand. And there was a pretty visible distinction between the two.
But putting all that aside for the time being, I was in a state of wonder. I'd never held another one, and here I was with the chance to jack one off. Looking back, I guess it was assumed that nothing more that mutual-masturbation was on the menu. I wasn't thinking about it at the time. But that's all we did. Though, we certainly took our time with it. I think we must have spent 30-45 minutes just kissing and necking while we stroked each other. At one point, he got one of the girls to get his lube, and the stroking improved immensely. Somewhere between 30 and 45 minutes, I came.
Hard.
No, harder than you're thinking.
We were seated, facing each other, on the floor. Our legs were somewhat intertwined, and our cocks were pointing at the ceiling. When I started to orgasm, the first few jets were strong-enough to go straight up with enough momentum to hit my chin, a distance of nearly two feet (remember that I'm over 6'3"). And it went everywhere. I was used to either using a towel, standing over a toilet, or (frankly) being inside a woman's mouth or her vagina. And when I wanked, I just didn't get that kind of volume!
But these things eventually end, and after we cleaned me up, we remembered that only I had come, thus far. So I turned my attention back to him. This was the first time I heard about anti-depressants impacting the male's ability to orgasm (years later, I'd experience this first-hand for myself).
I did everything I could to that cock. Everything that I had always wanted a partner to do when using their hand on me. But five, ten minutes passed with no results. Oh, he was loving it, but my wrists were getting cramped. He started to stop me, explaining about the meds issue. But I was having none of that. I was going to be patient and persevere (an attitude I later applied to learning to go down on women). And after another five or so minutes, I (and the two-woman audience) was rewarded with another (more sedate) fountain. Mission accomplished!
We then cleaned up, got dressed, and went to Denny's.
Looking back, I wonder what might have been different if we'd tried to do more. Would I have been as willing to dive into oral sex? It would be several more years before I started sticking my toe into the murky waters of cruising for anonymous blowjobs from men. What if he'd blown me that night? Would I have ended up on the cruising scene sooner? No way of knowing, I suppose.
So that's the story of the first time I touched a penis not my own. Funny (and sad) part is, I can't even remember his name, some 11 years or so later.
Dausa
* MOTSS means "member of the same sex", and is an old USENET-era abbreviation for same-sex play. MOTOS meant "member of the opposite sex", and MOTAS meant "member of the appropriate sex", for when you wanted to be politely neutral.
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