The first-timer: Continued

So, I was telling you guys about my experience last weekend showing a first-timer what it's like to share sexual pleasure with another man...

''I want to see your fucking dick now,'' I said, my fingers grazing the ridge of the erection that surged in his pants, just two layers of fabric away from my eyes and my hands, as I fumbled at his belt buckle. He sat up to undo the belt himself, but I pushed his hands away and motioned for him to lie back and relax -- I wanted the ritual of taking a buddy's hard penis out for him. Got the belt open and tugged down the zipper; he was wearing dark green boxers. Grasped the rigid shaft through the underwear and we both exhaled simultaneously -- deep shuddery sighs of satisfaction. I squeezed it that way for a couple minutes -- ''Yeah, I like it man. Feels really solid'' -- while my left hand caressed his hairy pecs, both for my pleasure and his. I shifted on the couch, bringing my hips forward so that he couldn't miss seeing the way my pants were tenting while I felt his cock. Finally pulled the waistband of his underwear down, revealing an average-sized, perfectly shaped penis that was now hard enough to pierce tank armor, and... HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL, this dude had nuts for which the term ''man-sized'' just doesn't seem adequate. I'm talking about this big heavy fucking sperm-filled scrotum that would make a Clydesdale stallion get all self-conscious.

''Yeah, that's one area where I'm definitely blessed, man,'' he chuckled; apparently I'd been staring.

''Oh, you sure as hell are,'' I said, still impressed, and gave those big hairy nuts an affectionate tug while my other hand worked the glans of his throbbing dick.

''I wanna see your cock. Now.'' I just straightened up and laced my fingers behind my neck, signaling him that my crotch was there for him to do as he pleased. He wasted no time tugging off my jeans, giving them a final kick with his foot to get the bunched-up denim past my ankle as his hands moved to massage my throbbing erection and my balls through the boxer briefs I had on. ''Look, precum!'' he giggled, delighted at handling another man's genitals, as he'd fantasized about doing god knows how many times while masturbating to JPEGs of hairy hard cocks that he'd found on the Internet. Then he tugged the underwear down and there was Brooklyn Jack Jr., jumping like a puppy and eager to be petted.

''Jesus. I can't believe how thick it is,'' he breathed.

I was pleased by the compliment -- and he wasn't flattering me, as I do have a satisfyingly stout Braunsweiger -- but being a gentleman and all that, I felt some token show of modesty was called for. ''It's not like a beer can or anything,'' I pointed out. ''Believe me, they come a lot thicker than mine.''

''Well, I know -- I've seen pictures. But I can't believe how I lucked out, that the first dick I've ever touched, not counting my own, would be such a handful.''

I growled and rolled on top of him, shimmying my briefs down my legs as I changed positions, so that we were now both totally naked as I settled my weight against his thick hairy body, our erect cocks pressed together as I nuzzled against his neck. He took my head in his hands to look me in the eyes.

''Oh, man,'' he whispered, thrusting his crotch up to meet mine, grinding manhood-to-manhood just before he pulled me down for another extended kiss. ''You have such beautiful eyes, guy.'' Then we were liplocked again, tongues wrestling as we grappled on the couch, hands going everywhere in search of all the unmistakably male textures that a naked man's body has to offer. Braille sex, so to speak. The stubble on each other's chins, the taut muscles of the back and pecs and shoulders, the FUCKING chest hair that you just want to rub your face against, the hard nipples, the furry ass that goes from relaxed and doughy to rocklike firmness when a guy tenses his butt, the animal hairiness of the legs, and then finally the hands zero in on the main attraction, the masculine splendor of a fully erect penis framed by a dense tangle of dark hair and a pair of big 'nads, source of the testosterone that makes a boy into a man, and of the living seed that a male can only get from another male.

Finally I pulled away from the kiss -- there were other things I wanted to show him, starting with the wondrous properties of Albolene. I'd actually brought my own tub along to our meeting at the cafe, in my shoulder bag, in case we ended up going back to his place, as he'd told me during an online chat that he'd never heard of the stuff before reading my blog. I scooped out two fingers full of the lube and slathered it over his throbbing erection, spreading it from head to root until the whole fucking shaft was glistening. Then I started pumping.

''Oh. Oh, wow!'' he gasped.

''Heh. Feels good, doesn't it?'' I chuckled, getting into the rhythm, enjoying the slapping sound of my hand sliding up and down my buddy's stiff dong. ''How about putting some of that stuff on my dick, too.'' He needed no further encouragement, and we lay side-by-side for a while, my right arm cradling his head against my shoulder while I reached over with the left hand to masturbate him, my own dick thrusting rigid up into his greasy fist.

''That looks so good,'' I offered. ''Two thick hard cocks next to each other, getting stroked. I love it that you've got an erection for me, dude.''

''Oh god. Oh god, I love touching your dick, jacking you off,'' he sighed back. We enjoyed the leisurely mutual masturbation for a while, occasionally commenting on the action just for the auditory thrill of hearing the words: Penis. Dicks. Men. Jacking off. Yeah, stroke me, buddy...

''Sit up,'' I told him abruptly. ''Let's get face-to-face. No, put your legs over mine... there we go.''

''Oooooooh...'' he moaned, grinning. ''I can feel your balls right against mine.''

''That's right, dude,'' I said, scooping up some more Albolene so that I could jack both of our hard dicks together with my fist, shaft-to-shaft. ''Two sets of big hairy manly nuts bouncing together.'' (This position is, incidentally, one of my all-time favorite methods of mutual j/o with another guy: Seated face to face, erect penises lubed and throbbing together, balls-to-balls, taking turns double-jacking our two dicks. While the other guy is jacking us both, my hands are free to caress his hairy legs, his belly, his chest, tweak his nipples, lean forward to inhale the tang of fresh male sweat in his armpit, rest my forehead against his as we both look down at our slippery stiff man dongs clashing like swords. Dick wrestling.)

[That's enough for now, I think... Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion tomorrow; in the meantime, I've got some pictures to put up for you guys.]