He'd Turned Me Out

While not technically my first time he was my first man lover. My second experience with him helped define all my expectations of being with a man; unfortunately this would be my last.

My first story:
"I Want To Suck Your Dick"

After our previous encounter where he left me satisfied and full of his cum, I had plenty of time to replay our action over and over in my mind. Each memory excited me as if I were physically reliving the experience. To be honest I feverishly masturbated to those memories more than once.

We were in different units and my unit moved into a different barracks across the post. This made meeting again a little more difficult and as time went by I settled into the idea that the experience was a just a one-time thing.

But something about that encounter opened a floodgate in my mind. I found that I fantasized about being submissive to a man, making love with another man, feeling a man touch me in a way a woman never could.

One day on a whim, while home on leave, I saw my girlfriend's bra laying on the floor. I don't know why but I tried it on. Something about that clicked in me and for reasons I cannot explain I liked the way it felt and how it looked on me.

When I returned to duty I was all in. Since I had my own room I had a lot of privacy. I bought some panties, heels and some lingerie. I started wearing them and something about it excited me. I even bought a wig - a nice red hair number that actually looked pretty good.

All I could think about when I dressed up was being fucked again, being taken from behind by a strong man with a soft touch. I masturbated endlessly with those thoughts.

He'd turned me out. Where I was once a guy comfortable in his sexuality, with a girlfriend usually, I was now unquestionably a man lover.

And that's when fate stepped in. I was somewhere on post and I ran into him. We smiled and had small talk and the whole time my legs were like jelly. He gave me his phone number and said I should call him soon.

And you bet I did.

I called and said he should come over to my new barracks and told him where it was. It was like I'd barely hung up the phone and he was at my door with a great big smile.

I wasn't dressed up, I only had on a pair of baggy shorts. I really wasn't ready to share my crossdressing anyway, but I was ready for what was surely to come next.

I sat on the bed and he came over to me. He stood right in front of me and my hands immediately went to undoing his belt. I undid his jeans and pulled them down. As I did his cock let loose and it was swinging right in front of my face.

I'd never sucked a cock before, but I wasn't going to let inexperience stop me. I went in with a gusto, like a starving man with a feast in front of him. I wasn't very good, and I knew it. I kept scraping him with my teeth and I was disappointed in my technique. I knew he felt my disappointment but he let me keep trying for a bit, I'm sure to humor me.

Finally he asked me to lay back. I ripped off my shorts and quickly got into position, on my stomach with my legs slightly spread. I remember actually trembling a little in anticipation.

He got some lotion and went to lubing me up like before. I remember how cool it was, and with the cool air in the room I could really feel how exposed my ass was to him.

He got behind me and the moment I was dying for was here. I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my back door and I was ready. I remembered how to relax and I slowly did. It seemed like all at once he went from pushing on my sphincter to fully in me. That feeling of warmth and fullness overcame me and I melted.

With slow strokes he fucked me. I felt the friction and him touching parts of my insides with his cock that I never knew you could touch. I felt his balls tickling my legs. I felt everything.

I could feel his rhythm increasing and his breath getting faster. With a firm thrust he buried himself deep in me and stopped there. Every pulse of his cock drove me crazy and I instinctually bent my knees and pulled him in deeper.

We held like that for some time, him panting and whispering in my ear about how great that was, my legs locking him into me. Eventually I let him go and he pulled out of me in a big wet mess. I couldn't have been more satisfied.

We talked for a bit and eventually he left to go back to his barracks. Circumstance never presented itself again and sadly this was the last time we got together.

That was also the last time I've ever been with any man.

I've since built a different life. I married, raised kids and held down a great job. But those cherished memories live on today. I still love to get dressed up and fantasize about a strong man making me feel in ways that are almost unimaginable.

I'm a bit of a chicken, and never the pursuer, that's probably why it's never happened again. I like to dream that one day it will, or through some extreme set of circumstances our paths meet again.