by Daniel

  
I’m no stranger to sex.  Most bisexual people aren’t.  I’ve had it just about any way you can imagine:  Oral, anal, toys, kink, leather, domination, watersports.  I’ve been at the top and bottom of every position conceivable, so last week when I was having dinner with some friends and the conversation turned nasty, I had to think long and hard to come up with what I thought was the best sex I’d ever had.

I surprised everyone when I told them it was with a man, since I’ve been married and divorced twice.  And not just any man, a man who weighed nearly 230 lbs.    Most people have a distaste for sexual encounters if they don’t include the pre-packaged archetypes of Calvin Klein underwear model and Victoria’s Secret girl.  I explained that it wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had because the other guy was necessarily the hottest—it was the emotion involved.  I took this man’s virginity and I relished every second of it.

The guy’s name was Adam, and he was a friend of one of my nieces.  I knew Adam pretty well, he’d been a sort of friend of the family for many years before I opened new doors for him, so I thought it was just another routine visit.  He was about 5’9”, with shaggy brown hair and innocent chocolate brown eyes.  He had a dusting of dark brown hair on his arms and this adorable pudgy upper body that made him look and seem like a cuddly teddy bear.  I’d always thought he was attractive and longed to see him shirtless, but he grew up in a strict conservative house, so I always dismissed pursuing any ideas I got about him.  Whenever he’d come over to watch football, I’d sneak a peek when he’d bend over to get a beer from the cooler at his ass-crack.  The flesh of his lower back was coated by a thicker, darker version of the hair on his forearms, and I longed to run my fingers and tongue through it.  I’d sit and wonder bemusedly as he watched the game what he’d think if he knew that I was thinking about standing up and slamming my cock in his throat.

The big day was on a Saturday, and it was early afternoon.  The heat was intolerable that summer, so I was already dressed light.  I was in loose-fitting shorts and a wife beater and nothing else.  The tank top was a little too big, so depending on which way the fabric landed my nipples could be exposed.  I didn’t mind the exposure at all.  

My niece walked in with my sister and Adam.  They were over to help my sister decorate her room, and Adam came along for the ride apparently.  They walked into the garage, the hangout where my friends and I watch sports, and sat down on the couch I had set up there.  I couldn’t take my eyes off Adam.  The heat had made him sweat profusely; there were large stains under his arms and his neck and what little was exposed of his chest glistened in the sunlight.  I shifted in my seat to hide an erection that was quickly forming.

We exchanged pleasantries and my niece mentioned that they were planning on doing some shopping for some housewares, boring feminine crap that I couldn’t stand.  Adam mentioned that it would be a good idea for him to stay there so the girls could go do their thing without being hurried.  They agreed and soon it was just Adam and I sitting on the couch in my garage, the both of us sweating buckets.

I handed Adam a beer and smiled.  He glanced me over furtively, a little ashamed I think that I was so underdressed.  He sheepishly asked if I wouldn’t mind him taking off his overshirt due to the intense heat, and of course I didn’t mind.  He wore a white plain undershirt that was completely soaked in sweat.  He pulled the undershirt up from being tucked under his belt and I was treated to a quick view of his stomach, hairy and paunchy and to me, beautiful.  He kicked off his shoes and sat back on the couch.

I asked him if he was uncomfortable with me having so few clothes on.  He blushed, and shook his head.

“You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…” he said, his timid voice all the more quiet for his bashfulness.

“Go right ahead.”  I responded, expecting him to ask to borrow money or something equally platonic.

“It’s Brandi,” he said slowly.  Brandi I’d heard a few stories about.  Adam apparently had been pursuing her for awhile.

“I asked her out last week, and she said yes.  I’ve never even kissed a girl before.”

I nodded, a bit confused.  I had no idea what he was getting at.

“And I know that you’ve had a lot of experience…” he said, his head hanging so low I couldn’t even look him in the eye.  He was terrified.  I smiled warmly.

“I’d be happy to show you, Adam.  It would be my pleasure.”  I scooted in a bit closer, and Adam tensed up.

“Just relax,” I told him, and leaned in.  I lingered for a moment as my I leaned in, my lips just a few inches away from Adam’s.  His breath was warm and sweet.  After a few moments he pushed his head forward and our lips touched.  I kissed his lips lightly at first, softly, showing him the art of delicacy in kissing.  He sighed heavily through his nose, his breath blowing past my cheek.  Soon his mouth opened naturally and his tongue teased my lips.  I accepted it carefully, kissing and lightly licking his tongue.  With each small advance his lust grew, until he thrust his tongue completely into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue hungrily, tasting his saliva.

Adam clearly had a lot of repressed passion; the sounds our mouths made as we made out were loud and abrupt, and he showed no inhibitions whatsoever.  After what seemed like a rapturous eternity, our lips parted, a thin string of saliva connecting our mouths.  I licked my lips and swallowed, an easy smile covering my face.  I glanced at Adam, noticing the sizeable bulge at his crotch.  He looked at my eyes, seeing that I saw his arousal, and he blushed and turned away again.  I placed my hand on his knee, indicating that it was okay.  He looked up, into my eyes, and smiled meekly back.

“Can we…keep going?”  He pleaded.

I responded by standing up, and motioning for him to do the same.  He did so.  I grabbed his shirt and raised it up over his head, revealing a thick chest coated with short brown hair, peppering his torso except around the nipples, which were exceptionally large and pink.  I couldn’t resist.  Immediately I leaned down and began to lick his right nipple.  As my tongue toyed with his soft flesh he sighed with pleasure, and his hand found its way behind my head.  His fingers laced through my hair and he pressed against my head, pushing my mouth further around his nipple.  I let my teeth graze it and he gasped.  I glanced up at Adam, afraid I’d gone too far, but the wide grin on his face made me realize he was willing to go as far as I wanted to take him.  I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I eased my left hand up to Adam’s mouth and inserted my index finger.  He sucked it happily, his tongue swirling around as he did.  I pulled out and pinched his left nipple with my wet finger, and he gasped louder.  I slowly worked my way down from his chest, licking and kissing the top of his stomach, then his navel, then down to where his hair thickened just above his belt buckle.

I gazed admiringly at the tent pitched at his crotch.  I slid my hands slowly up his legs and clutched his package through his pants, my hand circling around the tip of his cock.  Adam undid his belt and let his trousers drop to the ground.  I stared down and gazed at his meaty thighs, and at his tight jockey shorts.  There was a clear round stain on the front of his underwear at the tip of his cock, where a small reservoir of pre-cum had oozed out during my teasing.  I slid my hands behind him, up underneath the edges of his underwear, and grasped both of his thick jiggling buttocks.  I groped and kneaded them, and I watched as Adam’s cock jumped while I did so.  I slid my middle finger between his butt-cheeks, feeling the nest of hair that lay between and nuzzling the soft flesh of his asshole with the tip of my finger.

Almost instinctively he arched back a bit, opening his ass slightly to let more of my finger in.  I grinned and pulled out, teasing him as I made him watch me lick my fingers, building the anticipation for when I’d return.  

I grabbed the sides of his shorts and pulled them down, watching his dick bounce up to meet my face.  It was about five inches long, and not very thick, but it meant the world to me to know that I’d be the first to show him pleasure by working it.  I continued to torment Adam, caressing his balls with my hand.  I licked tiny licks and kissed tiny kisses all over the sides and underside of his cock, until he moaned with eagerness to shove it in my mouth.

I decided to torment him no longer.  I grabbed his cock with my hand, and placed my tongue directly underneath the hole at the tip of the phallus, where I savored the particular flavor of his pre-cum.  I jerked his cock forward, toward my mouth, and a stream of pre-cum rolled down my tongue and into my throat.  I took it as my signal to stop the torture.

I quickly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and I thrust my head forward, feeling it press against the back of my throat.  I slurped happily and swallowed in the backstroke, then pushed forward again harder, feeling the tip of his dick penetrate my throat as I swallowed him whole.  After a mere thirty seconds or so of this exquisite pleasure I felt his cock stiffen sharply, and I knew he was going to come.  But I wasn’t ready for him to do it yet.

I pushed him slowly back down on the couch, and spread his legs apart wide.  He leaned forward, so that his ass was hanging off the edge.  I knelt down so that my head was level with his throbbing dick, and leaned my head lower still.  I met the crack of his ass with my nose, smelling the deep musky scent of his hole, and stuck out my tongue to tease it.  Adam grabbed his knees with his hands and pulled his legs up, spreading the hole of his ass wider, and I immediately responded by hungrily tongue-fucking his ass.  I swirled my tongue around the ring of muscle and plunged it further and further in, tasting his true flavor.  I loved it.  I opened the fly in my shorts and grabbed my own dick.  Jacking off felt so much better with my tongue in Adam’s ass.

I repeated my old trick, sending my finger up to his mouth to wet it, but this time I used it to nuzzle the pucker of his ass.  He shuddered with pleasure as I did so, bucking and pressing back against my finger, until it was completely inserted into his ass.  I wiggled my finger, teasing the flesh of his insides and Adam moaned with ecstasy.  With his ass still being poked I took his cock in mouth again, this time sucking furiously to extract every drop of moisture from it.  

Almost immediately he came, shooting a thick load of hot jism into my mouth, which I hungrily swallowed and continued to suck.  He cried out during his orgasm, his growl loud enough to be heard from inside the house.  As he finished coming his legs dropped, and I grabbed his cock and stroked it from the base to the tip, milking every drop of cum from it as I slurped happily.  Adam lay naked, exhausted, and wonderfully fucked, the portrait of sexy in my book.
“You taste fantastic.”  I said.  He smiled and blushed yet again.

“I’ll show you,” I told him, and returned my tongue to his mouth.  He kissed me with the same ardor as before, relishing the new flavors that stimulated his taste buds.  I chuckled.
“I don’t suppose that will be of much help with Brandi,” I said amusedly.

Adam looked vaguely confused.

“Brandi who?” He asked.