Cane (mm oral)
by copsucker_99
I had known for a long time that I was interested in men, rather than women, and had "come out" to my best friends before I had even had any sexual encounters with men. They were pretty supportive, though my best male friend was initially a little shocked, but he soon relaxed about it when he realised that I wasn't interested in him sexually, and that our friendship would not be affected by my sexuality.
I had had a couple of experiences with women. My brother (who did not know about my preference) helpfully arranged for one of his trashy girlfriends to "seduce" me, but it was more like rape. My best friend was there at the time, in the next room, and we still laugh about the sight of my hands clasping onto the door as she dragged me into her bedroom, while I was begging her to leave me alone. She was a very dud root anyway, and I do not want to remember that anymore than I have to, so I'm not going into details.
I also had a "girlfriend" about a year after that, before I had decided to just be honest with everyone, and we had sex a bit, but she complained that I hurt her, probably because I used to just rush in and try to get it over with, without the proper attempts at foreplay etc. I never was very comfortable with women as sex partners, so I decided that I would not persevere with that charade any longer.
Anyway, one day, a week after my 18th birthday I was sitting in a beer garden in Brisbane with my friend getting a bit drunk, as we were both unemployed (by choice). A guy came up to our table and asked if he could join us, as he was from out of town and didn't know anyone. He was a cane cutter from Far North Queensland, and he had just finished a season and was on holidays. He also said that he was gay and that if that bothered us, he wouldn't impose.
We both told him that we didn't care, which was true, though in my case, my interest was piqued by his admission, as this was 1978, and not the liberal kind of society that we have become used to by now. Australian men are generally very homophobic, and I thought it was very brave of him to admit such a thing to strangers in a bar, surrounded by yobbos, who, if we had chosen to alert them to the fact that we had been approached by a "poofter", would have enthusiastically beaten the poor guy senseless. Luckily for him, we were perhaps more tolerant than most.
Anyway, we sat there talking generally for a long time, drinking more when my friend said that he was going to leave. As I lived close by, I decided to stay and he left me and our new friend alone. As soon as he had gone, the guy started asking me if I had ever had any sexual experiences with other men, or if I was curious about that. I admitted that I was indeed curious, but was thus far a total novice. He began to tell me about some of the men that he'd fucked around with, and that he was very horny and found me very attractive.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, he invited me to go back to his motel room in the city and try some things out. I was just drunk enough to be flattered and uninhibited and decided to accept his offer. He got a taxi and we were off.
We arrived at the motel, which was one of the most architecturally beautiful buildings in the City, the "Bellevue", which was soon afterwards demolished in the middle of the night in the name of progress. He led me to his room and locked the door behind us.
We both eagerly stripped each other's clothes off, and I soon found he had a very wiry build, very thin with a slight covering of hair on his chest. He was also highly aroused and I soon got my first sight of another man's hard cock. His cock was cut and not very big, probably about five inches I'd say, but it was so incredibly hard! I don't think that I've ever seen a cock to compare to it's stiffness. His balls were quite small and tight against his body. One of his favourite tricks was to hang his towel from his cock, which did not soften at all, for the next couple of hours of experimenting with each other's bodies.
He wanted to teach me everything he knew about male/male sex, and I was his eager student, learning how to suck cock, lick balls, lick arse and fuck a man, all in one day! He certainly had stamina, and we must have spent a few hours in the room pleasuring each other every way imaginable. He really loved to lick my arse and spent a very long time doing that until I was practically in a trance.
I must confess however that I was not, nor still am not, that keen on being fucked. It hurt like crazy, even with his smallish cock, and I had to make him stop before he was able to ejaculate in me (this was pre-safe sex days). He, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of my cock up his butt, and I fucked him a couple of times that day. He told me that I was the fifth guy to fuck him, most of his other experiences occurring around the campfires while working in the canefields. I could just imagine the hot horny masculine men sitting around the fire in the hazy twilight, playing with their cocks and eventually fucking him by the firelight. Quite a romantic picture!
Anyway, I compensated by sucking his cock until he blew his load into my mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of his cum. I sucked him off again before I left that day.
A couple of times during our session, I had to stop to take a piss, from all the beer, and he was keen to watch me pissing as well, and wouldn't allow me to hide anything from him. He also pissed and even then, his cock stayed rock-hard the entire time. I think he was probably into a bit of watersports, but I wasn't really that keen, so I didn't pursue his interest there.
We showered together after the sex, with he hanging his towel proudly on his cock at every opportunity to emphasise it's hardness. I realised that it was by now quite late, and I had to get home, as I still lived at my parents' place then. I thanked him for the opportunity to learn, and he gave me cabfare home. He wanted me to stay so he could suck me off again before I left, but I didn't which I regret now, though I was thoroughly spent anyway. I can't even remember his name now, but I'll never forget the experience.
It was a while before I met anyone else to practice my newfound skills on, but about four months later I got a job in an office for the Railway Department, where another guy took a fancy to me, (the railways is chock full of closetted gay men), and I began to experiment with him in storage cupboards and filing compactuses throughout the building while at work and out of hours as well. But that's another story!