First Time with Daddy
I met him on Squirt. I was a little nervous, because I'd only ever been with one guy before, and we had been friends already. This was a total stranger, but his dick and body looked so nice in his
online pictures and I was so fucking horny from trying to be celibate for Jesus. (God, what a life.) We exchanged phone numbers and he called me up. One thing that comforted me about getting together with a total stranger was that he asked me over the phone if I was a freak. That reassured me that I wasn't in for anything weird.
I drove to his place, and a regular guy with salt and pepper hair answered the door. He invited me in and offered me something to drink. We told each other our first names as I stood in his kitchen, nervously sipping some water. Then he blurted out, "So you wanna get naked?" I excitedly replied in the affirmative, and we walked back to his room. I pulled off my shoes and socks while he walked quietly over to each bedroom window and secured the blinds. Then I met him in the middle of the room, put my arms around his waist, and kissed him. I reached down and grabbed his hard dick through his jeans. He started grabbing me all over. I reached up under his shirt and squeezed his pecs.
Pretty soon I was on my knees as we both fumbled with his button and fly. He whipped it out and I went down on him. His dick was (and still is

) big. I took as much of it as I could. He sighed pleasurably as I licked his cock. Then I stood up and he put me in his mouth. This is when I started to discover that I prefer the bottom, because I didn't react as much to having someone suck me off. But it was nice being that intimate with someone.
I don't remember all the details after that, just images of us shucking off our pants and underwear, rolling around on his bed, doing 69, him holding me tight in his arms while lying on top of me and rocking back and forth.
When it was time for him to cum, he sat up, pressed his upper thighs into the back of my legs as I lay on my back, and I pulled on his cock until I saw his semen released. He shot it on my pelvis next to my dick, and some on my stomach. I mopped up a bunch of it with my fingers and licked. He didn't (and doesn't) have any of that tangy detergent taste. His is like a nice Italian sauce. After he got done breathing heavy and moaning, he said what he usually says: "That was hot!" I didn't cum that first time, and I don't often cum with any guy. But the memory of it gets me off whenever I need it.
At some point during the afterglow, we got around to giving each other more personal information. I actually confessed that I was a Mormon (feeling dirty for what I had just done), and he told me he had been raised Catholic, so he was sure the Pope wasn't too thrilled with what he was doing. That made me feel a little bit better.
Over that weekend, we did it several more times. The last time that weekend, I told him to cum in my mouth when he was ready, and not to wait for me. He did, and I swallowed it all. After that, I lay on his stomach, fondling his softening dick while jerking myself off. When it finally became my turn, I moved up on the bed and put my dick in his mouth. He took my entire load, which was pretty voluminous. (He even coughed a bit when he swallowed, and commented on how much I came.)
Maybe now you see why this guy is still my favorite fuck buddy.