I was a junior at high school in the mid-eighties. I was still a virgin and sexual fantasies were based on straight soft porn I saw on my parents' "hidden" VHS tapes. Gay sexual thoughts never even crossed my mind.

His name was Peter. He worked with my dad and stayed at our place for a few weeks. He was at least three inches taller than my 6'1" slim but basketball-toned body and definitely much more muscular. We talked a lot during his stay with us, he showed pictures of his family, told stories about his hobby (researching and mixing exotic drinks), and even made a few interesting tasting cocktails. He never mentioned working out but he regularly visited a local gym and it showed; he was in incredible shape.

My parents went out with the next-door couple one evening. Their plans included adult conversations and an after-dinner card game, so I decided to stay home. I planned on catching up on my gaming. I thought Peter would go with them and I'd have the whole house to myself. Maybe even take a peek at one of my parents' tapes. But Peter said he was tired and stayed home as well. It was around 9 PM that I heard Peter go to the bathroom we shared and start taking a shower. I didn't think much of it, continued with my game (it was Bard's Tale III at the time) and listened to Whitesnake in the background.

As the minutes passed and my can of Coke emptied, I really needed to go to the bathroom. In the two-bathroom house, the other bathroom was in my parents' bedroom and I didn't want to use that, so I listened to the bathroom door opening and closing after Peter shut off the shower. I rushed to the bathroom only to see that Peter was still inside. Annoyed, I turned to go back to my room, just as the bathroom door opened again. Instinctively, I turned around, only to see Peter totally naked with the towel on his shoulders. I could tell he was just as surprised and shocked as I was. He was quick to grab the towel and cover up his privates but not quick enough to completely hide everything.

His body was even more impressive naked. Not over-the-top bodybuilder muscles, but I could tell he wasn't just checking out the chicks during his trips to the gym. He wasn't hairy at all, just a few stray hairs. As he yanked the towel in front of his crotch, I caught a glimpse of his cock. It wasn't long, but it was incredibly thick and veiny. I quickly turned away, mumbled something about being sorry, went into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. Standing by the toilet, pissing, my thoughts kept returning to Peter's body. All of it. And as I thought about how even in my parents' tapes I hadn't seen a cock as thick and veiny as his, an erection started growing. It was strange and a bit scary. I never had a single sexual thought about another man, not even when watching the tapes or masturbating. And yet, thinking about Peter's body started to turn me on. The more I pictured his thick cock, the harder I got.

I flushed, washed my hands, and carefully opened the bathroom door. The door to Peter's room was closed, but the light was on, so I hurried to my room and closed the door. I sat back at my desk and tried to continue the game, but my thoughts kept returning to Peter. I loved gaming and enjoyed the game, but I could not concentrate. Peter's body, his cock kept filling my mind. The fact that I still had a hard-on was frighteningly intriguing. I tried thinking about something else, but nothing helped. I started stroking my cock with random sexual thoughts popping in and out. I was a mess.

A knock brought me back. Well, yanked me back. I shoved my hard-on back in my shorts and pulled my chair closer to the desk, hoping to hide it.

"Yes," I answered quietly, knowing it must be Peter and not knowing what to expect.

The door opened and Peter stood there in a t-shirt and shorts. His hair was still wet, somehow making him look even more inviting. What the hell was I thinking? The last person I found "inviting" was Beth after swim class. And now Peter.

"Are you OK?" asked Peter.

'Not really' was not an option. Even if I told him what I was thinking about, he had a family. And he was much older than me. I mumbled something about yeah, being fine, but I was not very convincing.

"Mind if I come in?"

"Of course," I replied quietly.

Peter walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I had to turn away from my desk, so I put my right foot on my left knee, a strange position but the only one I could think of to try to hide my hard-on.

"Listen, I just want to make sure you're good after our run-in earlier" started Peter. "I noticed you were a bit uncomfortable and, since I'll be staying for a few more days, I don't want you to feel awkward or anything."

"Y, yeah . . ." I started, feeling a bit weird as I was trying to hide my hard-on.

"You sure? Because you seem a little – off."

I was never good at lying and my experience was that the truth always comes out. Lying or beating around the bush just prolonged the misery of uncertainty. I looked down at my lap, as the topic was uncomfortable.

"Sexuality, our bodies, is not something my parents and I discuss. We never walk around the house naked in front of each other, and if I should have questions, the library or one of my teachers would be a better option than my parents. They're nice, but not very good when it comes to subjects like this."

I could not believe I was telling him all these things. But seeing him naked even for a second and then him walking in and asking me how I felt made me feel just a little more comfortable.

"Seeing you naked," I continued, "was just completely out of my comfort zone, anything I've experienced."

"But you said you've been playing basketball for two years. You must've seen other guys naked in the shower."

"I always find a reason to stay late and shower alone" I reply quietly. "I usually talk to the coach, help him put equipment away. That way by the time I shower, everyone is gone."

"Are you ashamed of anything?"

"No, just, I dunno . . . it feels weird, I guess."

"Do you feel the same way around girls, as well?"

Heavy sigh.

"Yeah . . "

Peter smiled.

"I know it's easier said than done, but you have absolutely no reason to feel that way. You're cute, you take care of your body, you're intelligent."

For the first time during the conversation, I looked up at him. I wasn't used to getting such compliments, not even from my parents. Especially from them.

Peter looked into my eyes.

"Are you trying very hard to hide a hard-on?"

My jaw fell, I felt my face turn bright red, and I froze. Did he see it? What do I tell him? If he saw it, I don't want to lie. But if he's just guessing, maybe based on my body language, I don't want to appear . . . what? Could not even figure out what I was feeling. I have not felt this awkward in a long time.

"Yes," I whispered, staring down at my lap.

"Look at me," he said.

It took me a few seconds to actually raise my head and look at him. He was smiling.

"It's OK. It really is. At your age, erections can come out of nowhere."

And just as I had a second of feeling a little more relaxed, he added, "What were you thinking about?"

I swallowed hard and kept repeating 'I don't wanna lie' in my head. But to tell him the truth . . . I was going to sink in shame. What do I tell him?

"You can tell me, no judgements here. Trust me," he said, almost like he could see into my thoughts.

I did trust him. For some reason, I trusted him completely. Maybe because he approached me so openly and friendly. Or maybe . . . I didn't know why, but I trusted him. One large sigh.

"I was thinking about your . . ." I hesitated, "your . . . cock . . ."

There. It was out there. He knew. I expected him to laugh and walk out of my room; or be upset and yell; or show disgust and stomp out.

He smiled.

"OK . . . what about my cock? What made you think about it?"

Not a response I was expecting. And maybe the unexpected not-negative response broke some barrier. I could breathe easier. I felt like I had nothing to lose with him.

"The only time I've ever seen a man's penis is when I watched my parents' hidden tapes. The ones they keep a secret. But don't tell them, please! And when I watched those, I've never had a second thought about the men, the actors, their penises. But when I saw yours . . ." and here I got quiet.

"When you saw mine, you what?" asked Peter.

Here it goes.

"Yours was . . . was thicker and veiny . . ." I whispered.

"You caught that in that split second?" he asked still smiling. "Damn, I must've been slow."

My turn to smile a little. And ease up a bit.

"Relax, nothing's wrong," he said.

"But . . . don't you feel weird or disgusted?" I asked.

"Why would I?"

"You have a family, a wife, and I'm a guy."

He actually laughed a little.

"You have a lot to learn in life. No, it's cool. Do you know what swingers are?"

I shook my head.

"My wife and I, we occasionally go out and have sex with other couples, sometimes other men or women. We love and trust each other. And we're both bisexual."

I just sat there shocked into silence, not sure what to make of the situation. Peter helped.

"Were you fantasizing about having sex?"

"No . . . just thinking about your cock . . ." I replied quietly.

"Would you like to see it again?" he asked.

I jerked my head up and looked at him, not sure if he was joking or being serious.

"But, but . . ." but I did not know what else to say. Deep down, I wanted to look at his cock, but I also felt something else. Shame? Fear? I'm just a kid. Or am I? Does this make me gay? Will I ever get a hard-on for a girl after today? Dumb thoughts. The thoughts of an inexperienced kid.

"Your decision," he added.

Of all the emotions I felt at that moment, curiosity won. I had to see it. I had to see where this whole situation could go. It can't be bad if just the thought of it made me feel this good.

"Yes," I whispered. "I would like to see it."

Peter smiled and stood up. As I was still sitting, he towered over me with his muscular frame. He hooked his fingers into the side of his shorts and slowly pushed them down. His cock, semi-limp, looked even more massive. It was thick, the veins were clearly visible, and his knob was shining purple. It was gorgeous. Even without any kind of experience, I could tell it was beautiful.

He reached down and gave it a gentle stroke.

"If you want to touch it, ask something, do something, now is the time," he said.

His cock was just inches from my face. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I could feel it pulsate. Incredible. Peter stood there, looking down at me, smiling. I slid my fingers down his shaft, from the base to the head, and back. The skin moved, the veins pulsed. His skin was warm and soft, his knob wet. As my fingers slid slowly up and down, I looked up into his eyes. I swallowed hard, unsure of myself. I had an idea, but would he go along with it? Where's the line? Again, he read my mind.

"Like I said, now is the time. If something is not cool, I'll let you know, just relax," he said uncharacteristically quietly.

I looked at his cock again. It was beautiful. And I had no idea what I was doing. I leaned closer, stuck out my tongue and gave his knob a lick. The wetness from his head coated my tongue and I swallowed. He tasted semi-sweet, oh so good. He sighed a little, and as I looked up at him, worried I'd done something wrong, his eyes were closed and his head tilted back slightly.

Feeling a bit more confident, I leaned even closer and licked his cock from the tip of his head down his shaft to the base. My tongue slid over his bulging veins, as I slowly explored every bit of his cock. As he pulsed in my hands, I could feel and see his cock grow harder and harder. I licked him up and down his shaft, my tongue circled his knob, and he was still getting harder. The skin was still soft and warm, but as the veins filled with even more blood, his cock was rock hard.

Peter let out a loud moan and as I felt his fingers run through my hair, I saw him drop his shirt on my bed.

I looked up at him and he met my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, and I gave a gentle nod, as his head slipped between my lips. Such a wonderful new feeling. He held his cock there, his head in my mouth, my tongue gently licking the frenulum. I wasn't sure I was doing it right, but his body language suggested I was.

My hand was sliding up and down his shaft, and he started to move gently back and forth, more and slightly more of his cock slipping into my mouth. As his head hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little. Peter carefully grabbed my hair and held my head. I felt his head push against my throat and his entire cock was pulsing in my mouth. For long seconds, we remained motionless. Then he continued his slow but firm movement, his cock gently fucking my mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled out completely, bent over, lifted me up, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and pushed my shorts to my ankles. As I stepped out of my shorts, Peter pulled me close, raised my head and kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed mine. I tried to follow his lead with more or less success. As he pulled me close, his rock-hard cock pushed against the base of my erection. One hand caressed and ran down my back and grabbed my ass, and his other hand stroked my cock. It took all my willpower to not explode right then and there. He held my cock firmly, yet gently.

As we kissed, he caressed and groped me all over, and I started exploring his body. His body was fantastic, as his arms moved, I could feel his chest muscles move against me. He broke our kiss and gave my head a gentle push downwards. I kissed his neck, his shoulders, and as I moved to his chest, I could feel his grip on my hair strengthen. Yes, I would love to lick and suck your nipples, I thought to myself as my tongue drew wet circles around his erect nipples. I sucked them between my teeth, held them there, as my hands groped his muscular chest. He moaned softly, clearly enjoying what I was doing.

As I continued down his abs, I had to kneel, and soon found myself facing his gorgeous cock again. But just as I was about to start sucking it, he stopped me, turned around, and I was facing his equally muscular ass cheeks. I started grabbing and kissing his ass cheeks. He pushed his hips back a little, burying my face in his crack.

Until that point in my life, I had never even thought about another person's ass, male or female. But in that particular moment, it just felt so natural, and he smelled so good, I just dove in. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks and I instinctively started licking around his asshole, leaving streaks of saliva around it. With one hand, he reached for the back of my head and pulled my head, my face even deeper in. I extended my tongue as far as I could and started licking his asshole. He moaned louder and I could feel his legs shake a little. For minutes he held my head close, although even if he had let go of my head, I would not have moved. He tasted and smelled incredible. When he finally pulled away, his asshole was shiny from my spit.

He turned around, smiled down at me, and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's get you nice and clean. Go start the shower."

I quickly went to the bathroom and started the warm water. A minute later, as I was already under the warm water, Peter walked in. He looked stunning. He stepped into the shower next to me and started to rub me all over with a shower gel he brought in. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his firm hands. He washed me from head to toe, then stood behind me and with his soapy hands started stroking my cock. I was already hard as he washed me clean. He then turned me towards the wall, made sure his hand was covered in the shower gel and pushed a finger against my asshole.

My first reaction was to pull away from the sudden pain.

"Sssshhh," he whispered in my ear. "It'll hurt for just a split second, and I promise it'll be pleasure afterwards."

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't move. But I did not want to. Whatever he had in mind, I wanted it. He was very gentle, pushing his finger in my ass slowly, stopping, kissing me under the warm water. I dropped my head.

"Relax," he whispered. "Just relax your body, it'll be fine, I promise."

I tried to relax and as my asshole finally relaxed as well, I could feel his finger pop inside me. It was an incredible feeling. I never thought it would be this good. He slowly, carefully fingered my asshole and after a couple of minutes, he pushed a second finger in. Two fingers and I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. I wanted more. It hurt, but it hurt in the most pleasurable way. He was fingering my ass, deep, slowly, gently. For minutes, he fingered and cleaned me. When he was done, he placed the showerhead against my asshole and switched it to high stream. The hot water shot up my stretched-out asshole and I instinctively spread my legs even wider to enjoy the warmth.

Peter placed the showerhead back in its place, dried most of the water from our bodies, and we went back to my room. He walked me to my bed and indicated that I should lay on my back. As I did, he knelt over my head facing my feet, his sack over my face and caressed my body, as I began to lick his balls and caress his ass cheeks. His fingers ran up and down my body, one moment pinching my nipples, the next stroking my cock. I was sucking his balls into my mouth and licking from the base of his cock to his asshole. He suddenly bent over and took the entire length of my cock in his mouth, down his throat. I moaned loudly, just as my tongue was sliding over his balls. His head was moving up and down, oh so perfectly sucking my cock. His tongue swirled around my head, his fingers stroked my balls, all the while his hips circled over my face, so I could like him all over.

It was an incredible feeling and I felt like exploding multiple times. But every time I got close, he would stop and even forcefully grab my cock, keeping me from cumming. He turned around and gave me a passionate kiss.

"You're very good for someone with no experience," he whispered before moving down my body. He kissed and sucked my nipples while slipping two fingers into my mouth, which I immediately started sucking on and licking, imagining it was his gorgeous cock fucking my mouth. His teeth, as he sucked and bit my nipples, were a bit rougher than I was on him, but it still felt incredible. My cock was ready to burst. As he moved from my nipples down to my cock, he must have felt it because he looked up from between my legs.

"Ready to cum? Or wait a bit more?" I wanted to cum so bad and the thought of exploding for the first time not into my hand but into his hands or his mouth turned me on even more.

"Now . . . please . . . let me cum . . . please . . ." I begged him quietly.

The last thing I saw was his smile, then took my cock in his mouth and started going down on me slow at first, then picking up speed. He wasn't even using his hands, just his mouth, occasionally his throat. At one point, he buried his nose in my pubes, and I instinctively grabbed his hair and held his head in place. I did not want this feeling to end, ever. He pulled up and went down again, my cock fucking his mouth and I could hold back no longer. My body tensed, then shook, my cock pulsed and I exploded in his mouth. I could not tell how much I shot into his mouth, but after what seemed like very long minutes, he bent over me, kissed me, and I tasted myself in his mouth. He kissed me deep, spitting some mixture of cum and his saliva into my mouth. The taste drove me wild.

With a smile, he went back to my cock and licked and sucked me clean, not wasting a single drop of my cum. His strong fingers gently caressed my cock. As soon as he had finished, he reached under my hips and turned me around to my stomach. I had an idea what was coming and tried to relax every part of my body. His two fingers in the shower were one thing, but his cock, his thick, veiny, gorgeous cock was another. I could not even begin to imagine how it would fit inside me. On my stomach, he pulled my ass cheeks apart, started to lick my asshole, and leave red finger marks on my cheeks. I buried my face in my pillow, it felt like heaven. This gorgeous, masculine man behind me, grabbing me, controlling me, just minutes after he gave me the biggest orgasm of my life.

Peter suddenly stopped, knelt up, and while I could not see him, he was applying a generous amount of lubricant on his cock, then around my asshole, and some inside me. It felt warm and hot. And then I felt his huge, purple head press against my tight asshole. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. He held it there for a while, just barely stretching out my hole. It felt so good and then he moved forward a little, his head stretching me further. Again, he stopped, and I was quietly thankful. I had no idea how far inside me he was, but I was sure this was my limit. And then I felt him push ahead . . . and ahead . . . deeper snd deeper . . . and when I cried out from the pain, his head popped inside me. He held me firmly.

"Yes . . . oh, God . . . just relax . . . relax . . . this is where we begin . . ." he whispered in my ear, and with that he slowly, gently, but firmly and without stopping, slipped all the way inside me. Just as I felt that he was sure to tear my ass to pieces, I felt his balls. He was all the way in me. His incredible cock was inside me. He held it there for about a minute, his hands grabbing and pulling my cheeks apart.

"You're awesome," he said and started to pull back. But only until his head remained inside me and then he moved back in. He began to fuck me with long, deep, powerful strokes. He was gentle, yet I could feel his power, his strength. And I could definitely feel the thickness of his cock. I never knew this mix of pleasure and pain. And I wanted more. And more. And he gave it to me. He started picking up speed, soon fucking me with all his power. His balls were banging against me, his cock was stretching me, his hands were leaving red marks on my cheeks he was grabbing me so hard. And suddenly he stopped.

He slowly pulled his cock all the way out, lay next to me on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. I knelt over him and let him guide his cock back in me. As soon as the head popped back into my ass, I just slid down until it was back all the way in. I sat on him. He pulled me down and kissed me. As we kissed, he started to move his hips up and down, fucking me again. I sat up and began to move with him, picking up his pace. His face was such an incredible sight as he fucked me, harder and faster and deeper again.

He fucked me for quite some time before flipping both of us over, his cock never leaving my ass. As I lay on my back, he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs over his shoulders, raising my ass off the bed. And then he began to pound me like never before. He fucked me with such force, We almost fell off the bed. With my legs on his shoulders, he went to town on my ass.

After a few minutes, he lowered my legs and I wrapped them around his hips. With each thrust, I pulled him closer, deeper, wanting all of him inside me. He bent down and kissed me, biting my tongue, but I didn't care. I wanted him to cum inside me, to fill me, to feel his cum, but at the same time, I did not want him to ever stop. He fucked me with all his strength and power until he could no longer hold back.

With a final thrust that felt like it would push us through the wall, he exploded in me. I felt his cum fill me up. With each pulse of his cock, he thrust again and again and again. Each thrust squirting more and more cum in me. After what felt like an hour, he stopped. But even though he stopped, I could not feel his cock get limp. He slowly pulled out his cock and I felt a sudden emptiness. I felt my asshole gape wide open. Empty. And then I felt his cum begin to ooze out of my gaping asshole. He reached down, slipped his fingers over my cum-covered asshole, and then smeared his cum all over my face.

"Holy shit," he sighed, as he sat next to me. "That was an awesome fuck."

I could not agree more, even though I ached all over, knowing that sitting may be an issue for a few days. But it was worth it. I leaned over, kissed him, and as I rested my head in his lap, licked his cum- and ass-covered cock clean.

We took a quick shower and then both went to our own rooms. I didn't sleep a wink that night as I replayed every moment of our fuck, my first gay experience. Well, my first sexual experience.

Peter went back to his home on the other side of the world a week later. Before he left, we had one more night of incredible sex, this time at a nearby hotel. It was different in that Peter explained a lot about submissive role-playing and asked if he could be a bit rougher. We met a few years later when I was visiting his country. He introduced me to his family and - to my shock and slight embarrassment - his wife knew everything. He hadn't been kidding about their relationship.

To this day, I'm bisexual; thanks in great part, to Peter.