The First Time
It was one of those rare evening that Stephen and I were down at our local pub. We preferred to be at home in the comfort of our chairs or together on the sofa listening to music or watching some TV or a video together and just being happy with each other over a beer or a glass of wine.
This night the weather was good, no prospect of rain and a gentle breeze if that and we decided to go for a pint and see the locals. Late September was a good time for this. Tourists had gone home and we were left alone, the villagers with our village to ourselves.
Being born and raised in the village I was accepted, and respected as head of the family. Stephen to start with was my friend, then partner and now my husband and he also had the respect of the village not because he was my significant other but because word got around about his bravery rewards during the fighting in Afghanistan when he served as an Army officer out there. Nothing was ever said about our gay relationship and on the one occasion that an outsider had said something Stephen stood up for me and the local men supported him wonderfully.
Dan, the barman, also took good care of us when we ate in the pub and we were always given space during the high season, and when we had brought our friends with us to visit the pub.
We were in a good mood. We had been to see our doctor in the St Ives Health Centre now situated in the buildings of the old Primary School, to talk about sexual health and the use of PrEP.
Our good friend Chris, a sexual pig, and part-time high-class escort to both sexes, had told us about being prescribed the drug as an anti-HIV protective and how it had liberated his sex life and that he recommended it to us.
“No More fucking condoms; it’s marvellous”. He practically screamed at us during our Zoom call with him. “Safely fucking bare”.
The idea appealed to us both and we had the bonus that our own doctor was also the Clinic’s Sexual Health Officer and on the quiet, known to both of us, a couple of times, before he became a lot more discrete and he gave us a hard lecture about all the pro’s and con’s of taking the drug. He also ensured that we could pop into the clinic on a monthly basic to pick up our free prescription. A few strokes of his keyboard had it all arranged.
We had received our first batch of Truvada eight days earlier and has supervised each other as we took the medicine straight after morning workouts and breakfast. Tonight, would be the first time we would fuck without rubbers, ever.
We were very careful with our drinks, in the pub, limiting ourselves to just the one pint and made our way back to the house along the narrow road from the pub.
Back in the house, happy with each other, we couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. We’ve always had a very healthy and loving sexual relationship together, Stephen treating me very tenderly and lovingly when he was topping me, in contrast to the way he pounded the hell out of others when we had ‘guests’, with us.
It wasn’t too long before we were upstairs in the bedroom, both naked and hard and very expectant.
It was just the two of us with no other distractions. No music, no porn, no mobile phones.
My big man was all over me. Big in so many ways. Big in his looks, Big in his height, Big in his muscled body and definitely big with his cock, and even more so in his love for me. Kneeling over me on all fours, our hard-on’s rubbing against each other in excitement, Stephen looked down on me smiling lovingly, his hazel eyes brimming with desire.
“I wish I could tell you how much I love you but it’s immeasurable”.
I looked up at his handsome face, took in his lovely blond hair, his bull neck with a couple of thick veins pulsing his blood to and from his brain and then those huge board shoulders covered in slabs of hard muscle. I looked own further to his smooth powerful chest and to his sensational nipples made for sucking and chewing and licking, and admired the deep cleft between his pecs, and then glanced at his huge arms from his nineteen-inch biceps of which he was immensely proud, down to his surprisingly tiny wrists which connected to his huge hands.
I loved the way Stephen used his arms and hands on me. Especially when he would come behind me and drop both his arms over my shoulders and hold me or when he used his huge hands to caress me. He was loving and caring to me, and tonight we were going to share that love.
His immense body only inches away from mine, was stupendous, and I had always reminded myself just how lucky I was. Other than where our thighs touched as he crouched over me the only other contact was our cocks. Here we were both fortunate in having extra large cocks. In fact, I was delighted by the massive cock Stephen was endowed with but given his height and body size it always seemed in proportion to him.
I put my arms under his shoulders and gripped my hands together and surprisingly and easily, considering his larger size and weight, flipped Stephen over onto his back, and looked down admiringly on my partner. My heart jumped in excitement as I looked at his good looks and healthy demeanour.
“Come up here”. He told me. I was already there and told him so. He grabbed hold of my buttocks and pulled me up to him, my cock right by his mouth.
“That’s much better”, his voice deep and gentle. He licked at my shaft and balls; my cock head too far away for him to get at, but reaching up and gently playing with my nipples, sending a deep shiver up and down my spine.
I was in the wrong position. I couldn’t get to any part of Stephen’s body. I needed to turn around, so that I could give him some attention or rather, I could satisfy myself a little.
I felt his tongue under my balls, and my brain suddenly knew what was going to happen next. It was during the first week we were together that we had rimmed each other and kissed afterwards and talked about the action of rimming a guy and the first time it had happened to either of us. Stephen was all eyes and ears as I told him of my first experience and my reaction, and was slowly stroking his hugeness and asking me intimate questions.
I was delighted when he told me of his first rim job, but unlike me he was very cautious in “returning the favour”, as he put it. It was some time before he performed a rim job on a guy and was very pleased to find that he enjoyed it. He was also extremely happy when the second time we were together, that we ended up in a sixty-nine rim, licking and eating the other’s hole.
Now rimming and licking other guys arse’s was normal for us and in our present state, I was hoping that he’d make his way from my balls to my arsehole.
He did, giving my nips an extra hard pull and pinch as his tongue swirled around my hole. Almost automatically my hole twitched at the touch and a deep growl of satisfaction rolled out of his throat, as he repeatedly jabbed his tongue against the sensitive muscle. Releasing my nips from his grip he now grabbed my waist on both sides and was forcing me down hard on his face. He had me held so hard that I didn’t waver about above him trying to keep my balance and my head was almost spinning as he licked away still with a satisfying rumbling from his voice-box.
He lifted me up by a couple of inches taking in a huge lungful of air and pulled me back down again. This time I really felt the wetness of his mouth against my hole, and I loosened slightly and felt his tongue start to push inside my hole, and more sounds of satisfaction came from his throat.
I was loving Stephen’s attention and was eager to get around to get my face into his hairless hole, but he was insistent that I stay where I was, still holding me in position above him almost latched to his mouth.
There would be some that would say that this was the most intimate a couple can be in, and I’d agree that for me it was once extremely intimate, but that idea had long since left my head and it was fucking that I knew was the embodiment of man-to-man connections and tonight for the first time we were to do it bare.
In our time together, we had rimmed each other maybe a couple of hundred times and whereas I’d be almost floating on air, Stephen always seemed to be well grounded and only give a deep satisfying rumble of his bass voice when I was licking around his hole but it always excited us and we’d always end up kissing after a good long mutual rim. It always added to the excitement of being with each other.
Kissing for us was a natural reaction to being with each other. If it was in the car when driving a quick peck was always pleasant, or around the house and garden, a deeper longer kiss of appreciation was passed between us, and in bed, huge big slobbering tongue fighting kisses we always a turn on at any time, and when we were in a threesome or more-some, it was even more exciting to share our kisses.
Tonight, though, was our special night and we’d not talked through what was going to happen. It was just upmost in our minds that it was going to be our first bare fuck together.
Stephen let go of his tight grip on my body to allow me to turn around and give him the usual loving kiss, our lips locked together like two rubber plungers forced together and making an almost unbreakable vacuum joint with each other. It was after the kiss that we talked through who was going to fuck first. It was a discussion and not an argument. I was all for Stephen fucking me first but he was insistent that I fucked him first. We went to and fro but in the end, I agreed with him that I fucked him first. Thinking back later it was the same when we screwed for the first time. I fucked him first, much to my delight.
To others, the fact that we were both essentially tops with a slight inclination to being vers would be a problem, but for us sex wasn’t essentially the be all and end all to our relationship. We had spoken about it during quiet times together and we both realised that we would each have to bottom for the other sometimes. It was a bigger thing for me with Stephen being the size he is but I was able to psyche myself into relaxing enough for me to take him. Stephen always with me was very patient and gentle and loving when we fucked.
Tonight, I was to fuck him and he lay back for me to prepare him, showing off his rock-hard glutes spread open for me with his balls hanging down and his colossal dick hard and resting against his abs way beyond his navel. Again, he was rumbling with pleasure as I lapped away at his hole forcing plenty of spit into his hole and making him relax. We may not have the rubbers handy but we did have our lube and squirted plenty onto my fingers and eased plenty inside his loosened hole and put enough on my dick to give a decent ride for myself and his.
I raised his long legs up over my shoulders and positioned my dick against his hole. We were both well relaxed for what was to come, and I forced my dick into him. It was an easy entry and my cock seemed to slide in without any difficulty. I was looking down on Stephen and admiring his head, shoulders and upper body and wondering about just how lucky I was to have this wonderful man with me and that once again I was fucking him and I felt with more clarity his innards against my cock. His very presence and looks still excited me even after the few years we had been together. The I pushed that bit more and hit his prostrate sending that sensation through his body like an electrical charge and his head flew backwards, deeper into the pillow as he called out his delight.
I looked down on him and smiled, knowing that I’d made him happy for at least a brief moment, and even though I was only slightly inside of him, Stephen reached up to my face, cupped it in both hands and drew me down for a very sensual kiss. Even as we kissed, I felt him loosen more and my dick slide in further into him. He let out yet another moan of delight and the kissing became more intense. His hands left my head and when down to my glutes and he was now pushing me into him deeper determined to get me all inside of him, or so I felt. The look in Stephen’s eyes was determined.
“Come on handsome, fuck me. Fuck me good, Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep”.
Already I was feeling the difference fucking raw, there was a greater and better sensation all around my cock.
I was fucking with a good rhythm and enjoying myself when, and I should have expected it, he suddenly tightened his arse muscles gripping my cock and holding it tight. I looked down on his face and there was that smile of his, that “I beat you easily this time” smile and his eyes with that delicious depth indicating his fun side of wickedness and teasing.
“What’s stopping you”? he joked.
“You fucking well know, you bastard. You get me every time you plot it. Well, keep me there. I’ll gladly stay there and fall asleep on that hot body of yours until you also drop off to sleep”.
All that elicited a satisfied moan from him.
Stephen loosened himself pulled me down to him and we kissed as only lovers can and I started pistoning his hole again with deep long thrusts, making certain I was really exciting his G-spot.
There are times when I fuck my husband that I get really excited and have to hold back to stop myself from shooting too early, and today looking down at Stephen’s wall of solidly packed chest muscle with the pumped-up veins of blood visible and his wonderfully dark and raised nipples I was really close to shooting early.
I turned my gaze lower to get it out of my mind though it didn’t help. His abs were almost totally split in half by his enormous ten-inch cock, pulsing away as I fucked him, and I get over excited by his wonderful body again.
Stephen was for me everything I desired in a man and more. Tall, muscled and handsome. The rest was incidental but exciting to me nonetheless. Considerate, Loving, Gentle, Sharing, were all pluses to me, plus his being blond, like me, (I’ve always had a soft spot for blonds) and hung. Yes, he was huge but his cock size in my eyes fitted his height and physique. I also love his love-making with me and the fact that he liked to share. The biggest bonus was that he moved down to West Cornwall to be with me and we had a mutual love for each other, something I once thought would never happen to me.
For now though, that love had stretched to our fucking bare for the first time. I was again giving Stephen deep and long thrusts and his scent hit me turning me on even more. Stephen could leak testosterone like a burst damn when he was excited and this night, the scent covered me all over, and my body reacted, making me fuck him even harder. He didn’t complain and rather, he was encouraging me more by caressing my body and also stroking my ego with talk about us both as we fucked, telling me how great looking I was, and how good I was at fucking him and praising my body, and when he could shower me with kisses.
I wanted to see more of the fuck action, and had him turn over onto all fours do I could fuck him doggy style. He adapted so well and now I had the joy of looking down over his muscled back, looking down on the ‘Y’ shape of his back and admiring the broadness of his shoulders down to his thirty-two inch waist, then widening as his hard- rock like glutes appeared making Stephen’s frame look almost hour glass like, but the best part was seeing my cock sliding freely in and out of his arse and seeing the muscled stretch as my cock withdrew from his fuck tube, only to be pushed back as I pushed my cock back deep inside my husband.
I was so intent on watching my cock that I forgot about pleasing my lover. Stephen started pushing his arse against my cock and was now fucking himself on me. This woke me up from my fantasies and admiration. I was so into his body and build that I slapped his arse cheek hard, making his turn around at the ferocity of my blow. His eyes were bright with surprise and he was grinning at me.
“Where the fuck did that come from”?
I was quick with my reply.
“Shut up or there’ll be more”.
“Ummmmm Please”. Stephen was goading me of course. I was feeling slightly guilty seeing the dark welt in the shape of my hand against his glute.
“Fuck you”. I came back at him.
“I thought you already were. There seems to be something rubbing inside my arse”.
I felt my cock was getting dry, and I hauled out to re-lube myself.
Stephen was now in a playful mood, turning me over onto my back making me think he was turning the tables on me and was about to fuck me. But he took the lube from me and re-lubed my cock and stuck a couple of fingers in his hole to grease himself.
Then holding my cock in the air, he crouched down on my cock sitting on it all the way down again doing his trick of squeezing my cock hard with his arse muscles.
This time I had the delightful experience of seeing his body above me and also feeling his cock slap against my abs as he fucked himself on my cock. He was the perfect lover, reaching forward to play with my nips and stroking my body as well, and also telling me how much he was enjoying our raw fun and how much he loved me.
I was also loving this new experience for us both and got off on the fantasies that Stephen was telling me we’d be able to do with friends and each other in the future.
There was a porn video we had which was pre-condom raw in which a big bodied blond was with two younger guys one dark and piggy the other medium length blond and the big guy was fucking hard the young blond and the camera was focused on the fuck with a good close up of the cock going in and out and the dark guy was underneath and sucking and licking the cock of the bottom blond and went further, licking the blonds balls and then licking the big cock that was fucking the bottom. It had made the two of us shoot huge loads when we watched it.
Stephen was riding my cock fucking himself, when he mentioned that he’d love me to lick his cock as he was fucking a third guy. I asked who he’d like to be fucking when I was licking his cock.
He didn’t have to think long. “American Mike and his lover Carl, or even to be fucking Escort Chris”. he told me, “But it would be better if we’d get them to do the tasting as either of us fucked a fourth guy”.
This was the dirty talk we liked doing when we fucked together, we loved fantasising about others joining us and both of us fucking the other guy. We had our rules that we’d promised each other before we married. We only fucked each other privately – no other person would ever be involved and no other person would fuck us too.
It meant that there was one major restriction that would remain a fantasy between us. We’d never be double fucked. This night it was a fantasy that stayed in the back of my mind, but it didn’t bother me. I had the most wonderful and loyal lover in the world who was open-minded as I was about others joining in with us.
It was time for us to role over again, and I got Stephen on his back again and was fucking him from above, and receiving kisses galore and having my nips worked hard by my lover. We were still swapping ideas about fantasies with other guys. I was really getting turned on by some of Stephen’s idea’s many of which I’d heard before and some we actually had acted out with others, much to out enjoyment. I knew I wasn’t far off coming.
We had agreed that when we were talking through our first raw fuck together that I’d shoot inside him. It was our practice that we’d fuck with the rubbers on and when ready to shoot pull out, rip off the rubber and shoot all over each other. We both loved our mutual extreme cum shots and seeing the juice fly but tonight we’d made this promise.
I knew I was close to shooting and I told Stephen so. He was on my nips as usual giving them both the working I loved when shooting, and I could really feel it as I fucked him.
I tensed my muscles; my head was full of excitement and expectation. I was thinking about us with a couple of hot muscled studs and I could feel my orgasm coming and it was going to be a biggie. I knew what could happen and I was not afraid of blacking out as I had done a few times with Stephen when I was really excited. I could feel my orgasm coming deep in my groin, it was so familiar when I was alone with Stephen, suddenly it spread right up my spine like the weight on a strength machine at the funfair and hitting the bell with a loud clang, this time the sensation hit my brain and the strength of the signal reverberated immediately to the tips of my fingers and down to my toes.
I called out a loud “Fuck”, as my balls churned and the signal pulsed to my cock and I shot my first stream of cum deep into my wonderful, ever loving husband’s guts.
Stephen growled loudly and ferociously. He was pulling on his cock slowly and I looked down to see his fist wrapped around his cock; a cock that looked even bigger than I had ever seen it before. As further shots of cum blasted into my lover, He was also calling out to me, telling me to fill him. This seemed strange as we were so used to shooting our loads all over each other and had got to the stage long before today, that we would count the number of shots of cum ejected out of our cocks.
Although I was shooting inside him raw for the first time, I was missing seeing cum fly out of my cock and land all over his head, face hair and upper body.
I felt the sensation suddenly leave my body, it was like a spirit departing and then I heard that tell tale high pitch zinging in my ears and I knew I was going. I’d blacked out over the power of my orgasm again, and I was only aware of my arms giving way as I fell forward onto Stephen’s body. I was out of it. Everything in my head was black and then nothing.
The next thing I knew was that I was lying on the bed with Stephen sitting on the edge of the bed wearing his dressing gown.
He was looking down at me stroking my head with loving concern for me.
“At last”, he said. I slowly came to, suddenly remembering the black out but not what had happened to cause it. That usually took a couple of hours.
“I was beginning to worry”. I looked at him as my eyes began to focus and my brain came to and I became aware of where I was and who with.
“Are you ok, sweetheart”? I was becoming orientated again and aware of my surroundings.
“Yes”, I told him, still organising my confused brain. Then the realisation that I’d blacked out on orgasm again.
“You’ve been out for over twenty minutes”. Stephen’s handsome face was right next to mine and he was kissing my head very gently. It was the fourth or fifth time I’d blacked out when having sex with Stephen in the five years we had known each other.
Stephen smiled at me generously and lovingly. My head was now nearly fully back to normal.
“Guess what I did whist you were out of it”? I had no idea.
“Well after I was able to lift you off me, and pull your cock out of my arse, I lay you down in the recovery position and sucked your cummy cock clean, straight out of my hole”. I could feel that I wasn’t erect.
All I could say and think to say was “Did you really”? He nodded, very pleased with himself.
“I was worried though, I was beginning to think about having to call an ambulance and wondering what to say had happened before you fainted”.
It now dawned on me that we had been fucking but it wasn’t for some time that I recalled that we had been fucking raw for the first time and that I had shot my load inside Stephen.
“Are you OK to stand up”? I felt good. Stephen assisted me to stand and I had no problem with my balance and he helped me to the shower where we lovingly soaped and rinsed each other before drying and going downstairs to the lounge. Stephen looked me over. I was just in my white towelling bathrobe.
“I was wondering if a drink would help you recover”?
“Yes”, I assured him, he got out two crystal snifters and poured a generous measure of my favourite Armagnac into them and passed me one and we cradled the glass in our palms to warm the liquor to body temperature.
“You were wonderful tonight”. He told me. “I’ve never loved you more than tonight and it’s what I like about us in that our love seems to grow and grow”. I lay back on the sofa, my head in his lap. I could feel his cock against my head. Even flaccid he was huge. God was I ever so lucky to have this man. I raised my head slightly and we clinked glasses, and toasted each other. The crystal glasses rang out a clear chime and we sipped some of the brandy, and I lay my head back in his lap.
My brain was slowly recovering as my memory became clearer.
We finished our drinks. Stephen took the glasses and washed them out and we went back to the bedroom to the aroma of man sex pervading the room, and stripped off our towelled gowns and dropped onto the bed totally naked. Stephen lay on his back, his head supported by two huge pillows.
My pillow was Stephen’s chest. I lay on my side, his huge arm around my back holding me tight. I slipped my upper leg over onto his belly his soft cock in the crook of my knee, and my cock against his waistline with my spare arm over his chest as it rose and fell as he breathed.
He squeezed me gently. “Next time I’ll fuck you. No need to rush about it. I’ll take good care of you as I’ve always done and continue to do so”. He paused. “You know the fuck was so much better than with the rubber. I don’t know why, it’s the feeling I had”. Then there was a very quiet “I love you” and then silence. I knew it all too well, and I loved him too.
