First Time Frotting

I considered myself straight into my early 30s. But around that time, my interest in erotica and porn began to shift to gay material. I still enjoyed straight porn, but I found myself curious, and then desiring, experience with men. Like many curious men, I went from porn, to online dating/cruising sites. My first experiences weren't great. But that didn't turn me away from men. Instead, I found myself searching for a good experience.

Early one afternoon, I started chatting with a gentleman in a suburb a few miles from me. I can't recall the content, but the short of it is: he invited me over. I was, and continue to be, a straight-looking, thin, in-shape guy. So when I showed up at his door, his eyes lit up. He wasn't bad himself: tall, maybe early 40s, bald, in shape. Our clothes came off quickly, and I found myself straddling him. As our cocks touched, I pressed them together and began stroking us. The image, and the feeling, was overwhelming. Not only the heat of his rod; the touch of our balls against each other, was mind blowing. It was one of the most intimate things I'd ever experienced. As I stroked us, our eyes locked, and then so did our lips. It wasn't just my first time kissing a man; it was my first time deeply kissing a man. We made out as I jerked us.

Along the way, I bent over to suck him a bit. But it was masturbation that was at the heart of our play. After about 20 mins, I'm guessing, he was above me, stroking my cock, when I said, "Cum on me." He did almost instantly, splashing his load across my chest. Moments later, I jerked myself into jets of cum, too. Ours mixed together. It was an amazing experience.

A month or so later, I was online again and saw he was, too. I reached out, and he invited me over, instantly. When I arrived, he suggested we retire into the bedroom. On a nightstand, I noticed, was a picture of him and a women. "My sweetheart," he told me.

Immediately, we started making out. I sat on the bed, and he leaned over between my legs. I unbuttoned his shirt, played with his nipples, rubbed his cock. He finally stood up straight, said, "Let me get out of this," and he was naked before me. I stroked him, and then I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly. After a while, he undressed me, and took my throbbing cock into his mouth.

Then we slid onto the bed, me on top of him. We were mouth to mouth, and his hips began to grind again,, his cock against mine. His breathing quickened, a few minutes went by, and he came from the friction - the frot - between us. His body stiffened, and I felt the wetness.

As he settled down, I sat up and looked down. We were both lightly trimmed, and our pubic areas were thick with his cum. He picked up some with his fingers, rubbed it over my cock, took my hand, and gently guided me into jacking myself with his cum as lube. As I did, he held my balls loosely.

I didn't take long, and exploded all over him, stomach to chin. He glanced down and smiled, "You decorated me."

Since then, cock to cock has been my favorite form of man-on-man sex. So intimate and good. I can't get enough. I've done it man-to-man, mostly. But twice I had the experience of frotting while a female partner watches and masturbates, too (I consider myself bi). Both ways are wonderful and fulfilling, among the best sex of my life.