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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We were quiet, just sitting there listening to the storm for another five or ten minutes when he whispered, "Hey... have you ever done it?"

"Yeah, I've done it," I said. "Have you?"

"Yeah, me, too," he said and I could barely see him grinning like an idiot. "But... have you ever did it with a boy?"

"Have you?"

"No, well, I want to but haven't done it yet," he said. "So, have you done it with a boy?"

"Yeah, I have," I said, thinking that I might as well tell him that I had so he wouldn't keep asking me.

"What's it like?" he asked - you could hear the excitement in his voice and I did my best to tell him what it was like to suck another boy's dick until he shot his stuff in my mouth and what it was like to have a boy do it to me in my hiney-hole (yeah, we talked like that way back when) and doing it to him in his mouth and hiney.

"Wow..." he said. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it a lot," I said.

"How often do you do it with another boy?" he asked.

"Whenever I can; a lot of the guys where I live like to do it to other guys," I said with a shrug.

"Would you do it to me?"

Today, I would have seen this question coming from a mile away but then, I had no idea that he'd ask that question, just like before he said so, I never knew that he wanted to do it with another boy so his question took me by surprise... and began a few moments of what's pretty funny.

"Do you want me to do it to you?"

"Do you want to do it to me?"

"I want to if you want to!"

"Well, I want to if you want to!"

We went back and forth like this for a few minutes before he said, "Let's take all our stuff off so we can do it!"

It was the first time I'd ever seen him naked; not only did he have a nice ding-dong, I could barely see the beginning of him growing pubic hair down there. He was staring at my crotch and, yeah, pointed out that mine was bigger than his and that I had a lot of hair, too.

"So now what?" he asked.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" I asked, my mouth already starting to water just thinking about it... and after another moment of that funny question asking, I just pushed him onto his back, got between his legs and started sucking on his dick. It was already hard in anticipation and once my mouth closed around him, to me, he got even harder. I was really getting into it, listening to him trying to be quiet as I kept sucking on him when I felt his body stiffen just before I heard him gasp - then a whole lot of baby making stuff shot into my mouth! He was moaning and involuntarily fucking into my mouth as he shot and I was trying to swallow as fast as I could and wondering if he was gonna stop shooting his stuff. But he finally did and I sat up, looking at him and thinking that his stuff tasted pretty good.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him lying there like he was trying to figure out where he was.

"I think so - that was really something!" he finally said.

"Yeah!"

"Now it's my turn, right?"

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was a dark and story night - no, really, it was! I had been at a friend's house on the other side of town when a really bad summer thunderstorm rolled in and my friend's parents insisted that I not try to walk home during the storm and spend the night. They got in touch with my parents, explained everything and, okay, didn't want to get soaked or anything like that but I wasn't keen on spending the night with this guy, not that he wasn't an okay guy but those jitters one gets when you're on unfamiliar territory.

Spent a lot of time in his bedroom... never slept there. Still, we were trying to keep ourselves occupied like debating whether Spider-Man was a better hero than Superman, what our favorite comics were and stuff like that when there was a huge flash of lightning, followed by the loudest thunder I'd ever heard and, like an echo, something exploding - and the lights went out!

"You boys okay?" his father asked when he came to check on us and we said that we were but what happened? He explained that a transformer got hit by lightning and it might be a while before the lights came back on so we were to stay cool and everything would be okay.

I wasn't sure about that; there was more lightning, more really loud thunder, and the rain was just as loud as it pounded the roof and windows. Neither of us were scared but talking to each other disappeared when the lights disappeared.

"So now what?" I asked after a quite five minutes or so.

"I dunno," he said. "With the lights out, we can't do a lot!"

"Yeah," was all I said, almost jumping out of my skin as another loud clap of thunder sounded.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's still something I take very seriously whenever a guy wants to have a first experience in this and even if it's not with me. In the here and now, I've had decades of experience in this and I know how it can all go wrong and how quickly it can, just as I know how it can fuck a guy up pretty badly and this is to be avoided at all costs.

You tell a guy exactly and precisely and without any bullshit what he can expect whether it's good or bad; sugar coating it just ain't gonna work. You always give him a chance to change his mind and/or let him know that he doesn't have to do it, can stop whenever he wants to, and that he's not gonna get dragged through the mud for it.

And you never, ever, leave a guy hanging after the fact. If he comes back some time later and wants to talk about it, you damned well find the time to let him talk and you listen carefully as well as being ready to answer any questions he might have. To do anything other than this is, in my opinion, irresponsible.

Some have said to me, "I wouldn't waste my time with that shit; if he ain't man enough to do it, that's not my problem!" and I think that guys with this attitude are assholes of the first and highest order and I'll be damned if I'm going to be that guy who'd let a first-timer walk away and his mind - or his life - has been fucked up behind what we did.

It's just the right thing to do and I think it is because when I had my first experience with dick, no one told me shit about what to expect but I was "fortunate" that my first experience was all that and a bag of chips as far as I was concerned. But too many guys, even in the early day, had horrible experiences because no one schooled them on any of it and I felt it was my duty and responsibility to make sure that if you came to me for your first time, you were gonna make an informed decision about to do it or not. If you did, fine; if you didn't, fine. And, yeah, if you change your mind and want to do it, you know where and how to find me:

I'd be more than honored to give you your first experience and make it as fun and as satisfying as I can.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'm not one to boast or brag but I feel good knowing that I've had more guys walk away with a good first experience with me than I've had guys walk away feeling that this wasn't the smartest or best thing they could have ever done - they just came to realize that having sex with another guy just wasn't for them although, admittedly, out of maybe the three or four guys who felt this way, two of them would return to try it again and, yeah, when talking to them, I'd learned to make it clear that just because it "didn't work" the first time didn't mean it wouldn't work a second time.

Because I'd talked to other guys who had a bad first experience and they'd swear that it was somthing they'd never do again, teaching me something important about people in that they now believe that if one experience was bad, they're all gonna be bad.

Indeed, I'd even have some guys who had a horrible first experience come to be so they could have a good experience... but I still have no idea how any of them knew that I could do this for them. Word of mouth? Or something else?

I don't know and after a while, I stopped trying to figure it out and focused on being true to my vow to make a guy's first time - or his second time - the best I could make it.

Because I've seen what happens to them when that first experience became their very worst nightmare.

Sometimes, I didn't get to enjoy the sex because I was either busy talking them through this or that, asking if they're still okay, and looking for the signs I'd learned about that would tell me he's in trouble and about to freak out. I found that no matter how things turned out, I felt good about doing my best for them and taking a lot of satisfaction knowing that I did my best. If they got me off, fine but if not, that was fine, too. If they couldn't get it in me, okay, it happens and no matter how much stuff you used to make it go in easy and the same for them when they wanted my dick in their ass. Don't worry about it, okay; it happens and if you still wanna do it, just try to relax, okay?

Some guys would get their dick in my mouth or ass and pop their cork immediately if not sooner - and I'd tell them not to get bent out of shape about that - it happens, okay? We can try it again whenever you're ready - no pressure, no need to hurry. If I remember correctly, a few guys came in my mouth in less that ten seconds after I started sucking them and since I knew guys would be beyond horrified and embarrassed by this, yeah, it was important to let them know everything was fine and, again, it just happens.

I could remember a time when I'd get royally pissed when a guy came too fast in my mouth or ass and that just wasnt the way to feel about it because letting them know I was pissed off just made them feel worse than they already did about it.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Even if they didn't get scared and decide that, nope, this ain't really worth it and "survived" my attempt to get them not to do this and they wanted to do it, I learned it was a good idea and thing to remind them that at any time they want, they can stop - they don't have to do this. This was necessary because there were those times when I'd start blowing a guy and he started out being okay... but I could feel it in his body that he wasn't as okay as he said he was so I'd stop and ask him if he's okay and if he wanted to continue and then I'd talk to him until he said he wanted to go on or this should stop right now - and until I was convinced one way or the other.

It's really unnerving to see a guy just freak out behind any of this and the one thing I always made clear was that if you wanted to stop or you just couldn't bring yourself to suck my dick, it's okay - it won't say anything bad about you, like you're a punk or a chicken or anything like that: If you can't do it, you just can't do it.

Some of the more interesting moments I've experienced were with those guys who'd come to me to specifically be sucked off while making it clear on their part that they had no interest to suck dick. Okay, that's fine with me and the first few times doing it under those conditions found me getting surprised and shocked when the guy who said he wasn't going to suck my dick was doing just that. Or, sometimes when they were okay with sucking my dick, I'd hear them say, "Stick it in me!" or "I want you to do it to me in my butt!"

And sometimes they'd say this and add, "But don't stick it in too far!"

Sometimes, um, I would be the one "demanding" that he stick it in me - but I kinda digress a bit.

The important things were to give him the best first experience possible and without putting any pressure on him. When the guy wanted to suck my dick, I made sure to let him know that I could shoot sperm and made it clear that if he was about to make me shoot, I'd let him know so he could stop if he didn't want to get a mouthful of gooey spunk. Or if, for his first experience, he wanted to be fucked, it was important to tell him before the fact that, yes, it's gonna hurt going in there but you can tell me to stop at any time you wanted to and I will stop and take it out, no questions asked.

After the fact, well, that was another thing. Some guys would, after the fact, be fine and dandy with whatever we did and some weren't... and sometimes a guy would be fine in that moment but the next day, whew, they're feeling some kind of way about what they did and in either case, it was very damned important not to leave them hanging with these feelings and to let them know that even though they were thinking that they did something horribly and terribly wrong, they really didn't, that and feeling shitty was, in fact, a normal thing and something that even I felt at times.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Guys would be coming out of the woodwork, from those I knew to those I didn't and while it's considered rude to kiss and tell, it had me wondering if I was getting "students" by word of mouth - "If you wanna do this, go check out Rob (my real name) and he'll hook you up!"

But not until I attempted to talk them out of jumping off this particular cliff. Why would I do that?

Because I'd seen guys go through some very bad first experiences that were handed out by more experienced guys and even guys who thought they knew what they were doing but really didn't. I'd see how totally devastated they were and it pretty much fucked up everything about them and mostly because the guy who introduced them didn't bother to really explain to them what they were about to get themselves into, both the good and bad of it.

Many guys I knew personally got their world rocked badly behind this behavior and even at the age I was when all of this occurred to me - I was 12, believe it or not - I vowed not to be [I]that[/I] kind of guy so whenever a guy came to me and made it clear that this was what he wanted to do, my first question would be, "Why do you wanna do this?"

I learned that the most important aspect in this wasn't whatever I might say to them - it was patiently listening to them telling me why they wanted to do this; I had to develop the ability to listen and figure out if what he was saying was the real reason why he wanted to do something he was told never to do. Does that sound crazy? It really isn't because a lot of guys would [B]think[/B] that they needed or wanted to do this but their words lacked a certain... conviction so the more uncertain they sounded, the more I'd try to talk them out of it and in very explicit and graphic detail.

In later years, I'd realize that I was literally trying to scare them straight.

I'd tell them of my own beginnings and what I'd experienced and, again, all the good and bad - and sometimes very bad - things I'd let myself get into. I'd share with them what I knew and saw with other guys (without revealing any names) and what they had to say about their first time with another guy and that if you've come to me thinking that it's gonna be everything you ever dreamed of, well, if you decide to do this with me, I'm gonna do my best to make your dreams come true... but don't be surprised if your worse nightmare shows up instead.

Guys would ask, "How hard can it be?" and I'd tell them that sucking dick or being sucked is the easy part; I'd learned, in those times when giving a guy his first time went horribly wrong, that his body might be having fun... but his mind wasn't. I'd tell them how many times I had a guy just freak out in some way, to being so afraid that they pissed all over the place (and me) to throwing up (and sometimes all over me) as well as breaking down and crying.

Guys would shudder but say, "That's not gonna happen to me!"

And I'd put on my straightest, most serious face and say, "Yeah... that's what they said, too..."
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've long since forgotten how many guys who came to me - in some way - to have their first M2M experience, usually to be sucked off by a guy or to suck a guy off. I'd have to say that it was rare - but not unheard of - for a guy to come to me because he wanted to suck dick and get fucked; I don't recall ever running into a first-timer who wanted to plunge his dick into another guy's ass. What I never forget is how much care should be used when you're about to change this guy's life forever for the good or bad.

The thing I've never been able to figure out is how or why these guys knew that I was the one to introduce them. From time to time, a guy would approach me and introduce himself and let me know that we have a mutual friend and that friend had his first cock sucking experience with me and, as such, the mutual friend recommended me to this guy, a situation that often had me wondering just what the hell was going on but, on the real, I understood it.

When a guy is standing on the ledge and ready to jump off, he wants to have the best experience possible; he needs to be assured that he's not making a mistake by giving in to his desires and, of course, the whole world ain't gonna find out that he did the unthinkable and had sex with another man.

I'm thinking that I just had one of many signs plastered all over me and one that said, "If you wanna know what it's like, I'm the one to talk to!"
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7 years ago i met a gay top on cl when i answered his ad he asked for my phone number he called me and told me where he was staying if was a motel i knew well with a bar so we met there after a drink he gave me his room number and said wait 10 minutes and come to the room he wearing a robe told me to get naked and lay across the bed which i did next thing i saw was his big cock at my mouth 8 +inchs and thick with a big cock head he gagged me twice and then he said put that ass up you gonna get that ass open up he used plenty of lube but it still hurt some could feel my asshole opening up as that big cock head went in then he buried it in me all the way he screwed like a bitch for at least 30 minutes and put 2 loads in me when he pulled out of my ass could feel the cum running out of my asshole he cleaned up first and then i did had a drink with him and left never saw him again