I was like a race horse out of the gate, and I lost my cherry
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By Phillip Oropesa
Once I got over the fact that I was gay, banners flapping in the wind and hell bound; I started to seek sex with men. I would try to pick them up at the gym and it worked a couple of times. Only I could not bring them to my house because my sister and her kid were there.
One evening I went to the gym shower and there was this real nice looking dude just standing under the water and I could tell he had a nice build because I had noticed him earlier while he was doing his work out. He was not facing me but the ass was terrific and then he turned around and I could see he was sporting a very respectable erection. He looked at me, smiled and grabbed his cock. He then said: “Come over here, I know you want it”
I obeyed, got over there and with the water still running over our bodies I actually went down on the dude until he was ready to shoot his wad. He then turned the water of the shower off and we kept at it until he not only came into my mouth but he also covered my face with his man juice. That was the first time I had cum in my mouth and a facial. I of course swallowed it and I wiped what was on my face and licked it. I sort of liked it actually…not gross at all.
So that the park and the beach were viable alternatives and since I was so proud of my new body I knew I could attract the best men.
I had heard a lot about a gay beach located in Virginia Key. The guys in the gym would tease each other and I heard one say to this one beefy guy: “Hey, Pablo, are you getting all pumped up so you can go to Virginia Key and get your ass fucked?” that reference is all I needed. I was hell bent on finding out so that the next day was Saturday and I embarked on an exploratory trip to the beach.
I got there and all I saw was families. I thought to myself that this could not be it. So I got back in the car and drove a little ways towards the water treatment plant and I see a lot of cars parked alongside the road without occupants; so I deduced that they all must have gone on to the beach. This section is obviously more secluded and I had also heard that nudity was commonplace.
I parked the car, got my blanket and drink and set out on this trail that led to the waterfront. It was amazing…I could not believe the amount of single guys there…all young, all beautiful and I am sure all ready to trot. I laid out the blanket and I could tell there were more than one pair of eyes ogling over me.
I also noticed that periodically one guy would get up walk around a little, obviously preening and then he would disappear into the brush. One such dude had caught my eye and when he got up and got lost in the trail I followed. I couldn’t find him but when I passed near him he sort of cleared his throat to let me know he was there. He was sitting on a log and was fully dressed. Then when he saw me he began to take off his shirt, that was enough for me to become interested. He had a nice body…kind of thin, not an ounce of fat on him but all muscular. The face too was incredibly handsome. He didn’t look Latino but I suspected he was from somewhere else.
He said “come over here” with a heavy accent…I was right he was foreign. I suspect Hungarian or Yugoslavian. “suck it”
And I went down on the dude and if I may say so, I think that I am a natural cock sucker. I had him seeing stars and enjoying himself and in no time at all he shot his wad. He rewarded me with a mouthful of the sweetest cum..even sweeter than mine or the guy I sucked off at the gym in the shower. I think that I was becoming addicted to semen.
Then it happened; my company was a vendor at a computer show in Ecuador and I went to the Ecuadorian Consulate to get the visa and make some of the arrangements with the government of Ecuador as there are heavy tariffs that had to be avoided and since these were computers and display units that would not stay in the country special permission was required.
As I waited in the waiting room of the Consulate out came the most beautiful young man I had ever seen. He walked out and my jaw dropped. I know he noticed I was impressed and also it gave me away. The question was whether he was interested. He comes up to me and says: “Can we offer you some coffee or a soft drink?” To which I answered: “Coffee would do, thank you” then he said that theirs was espresso and very strong and I told him the stronger the better and I looked at him when I said that. I think he got the message to my innuendo. I mean, the guy was strong, the poster boy of male virility. Then he disappeared into the office area and a little while latter emerges with a tray with the coffee…for two.
The young man said in perfect English, devoid of any accent: “I’m Juan Carlos, my uncle is the Consul General but he is delayed in traffic…I am sure he will be here shortly.”
Me: “Glad to meet you…I’m Phil Oropesa”
Juan Carlos: “And what is the reason for your trip to Ecuador?” And I explained that my company is participating in a computer trade show in Guayaquil.
Then he asked me if I had ever had Ecuadorian food, I told him I hadn’t.
Juan Carlos: Ecuador is known for its fabulous exotic fruits, high quality fish and seafood, and the countless varieties of Andean potatoes. Across the country you'll find a broad spectrum of national and regional dishes, including lemon-marinated shrimp, toasted corn, and pastries stuffed with spiced meats. If you're feeling courageous, you can put your culinary bravery to the test with roasted cuy (guinea pig) The guy sounded like he had recited this before…almost like a commercial for his country. But he was cute and he could get away with it.
Juan Carlos: “I think that perhaps you might enjoy sampling the food before you go…could I invite you to dinner?...There is a wonderful Ecuadorian restaurant in Doral called “Mi Lindo Ecuador”…are you free this evening?”
Me: (I wasn’t free, but for this guy I would do anything…I would give my right tit to go to bed with him) Why no, actually I had cocktails but they canceled. So he wrote in a business card the name and address of the restaurant and told me that he would be there around eight. Imagine, I had a date, a real date with the most beautiful man from Ecuador…possibly the best looking man in Ecuador.
I arrived at the restaurant and he was already there; drinking some Pisco and he came to greet me. We sat down and the food began to arrive…it was one dish after another of the most delicious food. The conversation was also intriguing because the first thing Juan Carlos asked me was if I was married. “I see a wedding ring on your finger” he said.
Me: “Yes, but I am separated from my wife”
Juan Carlos: “Any children?”
Me: “Yes, two girls”
Juan Carlos: “ah, a real papi”
This is where I lost it…because in Spanish a real papi means that you are attractive and it would be the equivalent of calling somebody a hunk of a daddy in English. But Juan Carlos didn’t stop thee, he kept asking me personal questions until the end of the dinner and then he dropped the bomb: “I would like to make love to you Phil, is that possible?”
Me: “Oh, for sure, when and where?”
Juan Carlos: “Why don’t you follow me to my apartment?” And I did follow him to this high rise in Coral Gables…very swanky and he told me to park in the visitor’s space. We went up and it was on a sixth floor with a panoramic view…you could see the airport. As I was admiring the view from the balcony, he came from behind and he put his arms around me, pressing his crotch against my ass. I could feel it getting hard and the excitement was now building up…I turned around and he gave me the most delicious kiss with those sensuous lips, so assertive and I was toast.
He started to apply pressure to my pucker and as horny as I was all fear had disappeared...I was actually wanting for him to fuck me. At that point, receptive was an understatement...I wanted it bad and my pucker hole just opened up to receive his cock; which was a respectable size. He was not really overly hung but perhaps that is the best for me at that point because anything bigger for a first timer would have been hard to manage.
As it was, when I felt the sharp pain I made him take it out only to go at it again about a minute later. Now it went in with some discomfort but it began to feel good as he did some very fast, short thrusts that eliminated all the pain and I was actually digging it.
The fucking was not very long...I don't think that for a first time I could have taken it for very long but he began to breath heavier and to voice his pleasure and I began to cum without touching myself. That was sweet and short and with a gorgeous young man. He was very attentive and affectionate afterward and I appreciated it. Now I could say that I lost my cherry. Trouble is, I really don't know whether I prefer to be a top or a bottom...Top to bottom, bottom to top...who the fuck cares?
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