Giving My First Blowjob

One day I met up with a Russian scientist named Vlad, which I would find out was quite appropriate. We arranged for him to come over one winter night. He was married, about 5'8" (I'm 6'), gregarious and friendly as Russians are, and handsome. Well built, not a gym rat, just a good physique; strong and muscular. And very masculine.

He was late arriving, by at least 30 minutes, so at some point I assumed he wasn't coming and started making dinner, a meatloaf. He arrived as I was chopping veggies, and had stepped in a puddle of wintry slush. So I had him take off his shoes and socks. I was in only my sox and now he was barefoot. Very cozy right away.

So we talked as I finished the meatloaf and put it in the oven. While it was baking we decided to go out for a drink. I went to change into nicer jeans and got him a pair of dry socks ... and I somehow had the idea that before putting on my clean shirt I would casually carry the socks of the bedroom in only my jeans, topless. So I nonchalantly handed him the socks and went back toget my shirt on. He didn’t seem to care. Something was clicking between us.

At the bar (drinking vodka) he told me he was married but didn't tell me much about her, and that he'd been with 20 or so guys. He asked me how many I had been with; aside from j/o sessions, only one had sucked me. He was taken aback, and said I should try it more. In a friendly way, I mean, like telling someone that if you liked going to the beach once, you should keep going. He was very matter-of-fact about it!

After our drink it was time to get the meatloaf out of the oven. We went back to my place and had dinner. I don't remember what we talked about. We cleaned the dishes and went to the sofa. He positioned himself so that I was leaning back into his spread legs and I sat next to him. He took one of my hands, and started stroking my fingers. It was very much like being on a date, except with me as the one being wooed. Which took the "date" pressure off me ... he was the one showing off, and I was simply had toencourage him.

What felt so good was not only the was he was caressing me, pulling me into his chest, but that he was doing the sort of thing I enjoy doing on dates with women. Slowly showing them that I like to connect in all sorts of ways: gentle touches, kind words, flirtations, feeling his breath on her neck. I was under his spell.

The next thing I remember is getting up for some reason ... I don't remember what ... and when I came back to the room, he was standing there in only his boxer briefs! So of course I looked to see how he filled them ... and, just like a girl in the first scene of a porno, smiled at the size of his bulge. I couldn't help it! I looked into his eyes and walked over to him. He sat down; I stood in front of him and he undid my jeans. I pulled off my shirt, he pulled off my underwear. I was as hard as he was, though at 6" a couple of sizes smaller than him.

I was taken with how comfortable I felt. That's the only way I can explain how I ended up next kneeling on the sofa, straddling Vlad, placing my cock in his face. He took the bait in his mouth, and we enjoyed each other: him sucking my hardness as I gentlymoved in and out of his lips.

I knew enough not to let this go on for too long or I would lose control sooner than I wanted. So I slid myself out, backed off the sofa, and kneeled on the floor before him. We slid off his underwear, and my eyes were directly in front of his manly cock: a thick 8" veiny member. It was so perfectly shaped that I didn't even look into his eyes first. I did what I'd never done before, and took his head in my mouth. His little groan made me feel so good.

I bobbed up and down his head as well as I could. I remember being surprised by the solidness of his cock ... really a hardness that was a joy to suck on. Never having done this before, I'm sure I wasn't very skilled for my first one and, I discovered, I have a strong gag reflex. Argh! Still, I worked my tongue up and down his length, and did as much sucking as I could before my jaw started getting sore at having something so wide between my lips.

Sensing my need for change, he pulled me up to him. We made out, and soon he put me on my back. Then he stroked both of us off at the same time ... my chest and belly were coated in two loads of cum. I felt completed, and that I had given him a good night too.

We cleaned up, dressed and parted. He asked me to keep in touch …