Part of this story probably won't make sense to anyone who wasn't around when AIDS first got started. A lot of us of a certain age went through a period of being obsessed with condoms, which is why the first orgasm in this true story happened the way it did.
Back in 1988, I moved from Sacramento to Santa Rosa. Personal computers were still pretty expensive and I didn't realize at the time that you could use them to find sex, so I was still about two and a half years away from buying my first one. But there were "computer dating" services that, for a fee, would send you a questionnaire and try to match you up with someone else. I met a couple guys that way, but one in particular really stands out. His name was Michael and he was from the Philippines.
We agreed to meet up one weekend and I hopped a bus for the trip from Santa Rosa to San Francisco. When I got to his place, we wound up walking to a now-closed porn palace called the Campus Theater, where we watched a bit of big-screen smut, saw a live jackoff performance (including a bonus cumshot from an audience member!) and occasionally played with each other's cocks, though we didn't go very far.
I've been about 1/4" shy of 7" ever since the first time I measured as a teenager. Something about the way I'm built seems to make people think I'm bigger than I really am--a lot of times I get asked how long it is and when I tell them they insist that can't be right!
Michael's cock was a bit shorter than mine and thinner, but he was uncut with just enough foreskin to provide a lot of extra play when I stroked him. Even soft, there wasn't a lot of head coverage.
After a while at the theater, we'd had enough and went back to his place, where we soon wound up naked in his bedroom. At some point for some reason I wound up with a condom on my dick, though I no longer remember when it got there or why. What I do remember is that Michael eventually got on top of me while I was stretched out on my back and began grinding his hard, uncut dick into me. It went on for a while and the way we were positioned didn't give me a lot of physical stimulation, but finally he started getting fairly animated and a bit noisy and I could tell he was getting close. Then, yep, there it was, he shot a nice load on me. That was the first time I'd ever been with someone who got off that way, and I found it really hot.
We stayed in his bed and relaxed for a while side by side after wiping his load off ourselves. I'm sure I was playing with my dick a little, but not enough to make me shoot. And, for whatever reason, I was still wearing the condom. After a while I got the idea to climb up on Michael and stick my condomized cock between his thighs just under his balls. It actually felt pretty good, no doubt in part because I'd saved up a couple days worth of loads and had been fooling around off and on for a few hours now. I continued to thrust between his legs and realized that it felt good enough and I was horny enough that it could make me cum if I wanted it to. And by that point, I definitely did want it to. So I kept going and soon enough I had a very intense orgasm without changing a thing. I loved that he'd cum in a way no one ever had with me before and then I'd shot my load in a way I never had with anyone else before. Orgasm symmetry! Michael joked that he'd keep the now-full condom as a souvenir.
I don't remember how soon after we hooked up again, but we got together only once more. This time we pretty much just went into his bedroom and got naked. I had brought along some baby oil and we were playing with that (no condoms this time!). As before, he eventually wound up on top of me humping away for a while and finally shot his cum on me. Also as before, we then just sorta hung out next to each other in his bed. We were both playing with our dicks, but I wasn't in a hurry to shoot and was thinking I didn't want to cum from just stroking myself, so I wasn't being too intense about it. But after a while I looked over and saw that Michael had--very quietly!--stroked out a second load onto his stomach! I had no idea it had happened. In hindsight it means he came with me a total of three different times, but I never once actually saw him spurt.
Anyway, I figured that was my cue...he'd shot twice, so I needed to get on with it. I oiled up and stroked my dick and, remembering how good it felt last time, got up on him again and stuck my greasy dick under his balls while he pressed his legs together. It was bare this time, no condom and...well, believe it or not, it just didn't feel as good. It was OK for a while, then I'd go soft, pull out, stroke myself hard (almost to cumming, in fact) and stick it back in. But the cycle would just repeat--nice for a while, then...blah. I could easily have stroked myself to shooting in seconds if I'd wanted to, but I was being stubborn for whatever reason. Eventually I realized that the difference was probably the lack of a condom. Before, the rubber would transfer some of the motion and stimulation I was getting from the sides to the sweet spot under the head. Bare, I wasn't getting any of that. So, figuring what I really needed was some good stimulation where it mattered, I rotated 90 degrees so we were no longer face to face but I was laying across him. I got hard, stuck my dick back where it had been and...oh, boy! Night and day! It felt soooo good! I was gently thrusting, really enjoying myself when I realized that this was definitely going to make me cum. And it was going to be intense. And messy. And fairly soon. Well, you know, it was time for me to cum and I wanted to, so no problem. Well, maybe no problem...as I got closer and closer, I realized that if I just kept going and shot what felt like would be a huge load, it was going to go all over his sheets. That didn't seem very nice. But I was feeling good and didn't want to stop. So I didn't stop...and I kept getting closer and closer to cumming. I was making enough noise to let him know it, too. And he was making happy sounds like he was ready for me to, but unfortunately those happy sounds didn't include any hints about where to spurt it. The clock was definitely running out and my load was on its way. In a few thrusts, there was going to be no turning back no matter what and I still didn't know what I should do...but I continued thrusting and the next thing I knew I was well past the point of no return and had at most a second or two before my cock blasted like a firehose. I kept going and at the very last possible moment before the jetting started, I pulled out from between his legs, grabbed my cock with my right hand, aimed it at his balls and began shooting a huge wad all over them. It was one of the most amazing, breathtaking orgasms of my life.
When I finally calmed down a bit and he'd cleaned up, I apologized and told him I really didn't know what to do but in the end figured he was easier to clean up than the bed. He smiled and said it wasn't a problem at all.
That's one of a couple reasons why I usually start any encounter with someone new by telling them up-front I'm OK with cum. I don't want them to find themselves in a similar situation and unsure what to do just as things are really feeling good. Of course, now that I see this in writing, I realize I had nothing to apologize for as Michael had already shot on me...twice!
Back in 1988, I moved from Sacramento to Santa Rosa. Personal computers were still pretty expensive and I didn't realize at the time that you could use them to find sex, so I was still about two and a half years away from buying my first one. But there were "computer dating" services that, for a fee, would send you a questionnaire and try to match you up with someone else. I met a couple guys that way, but one in particular really stands out. His name was Michael and he was from the Philippines.
We agreed to meet up one weekend and I hopped a bus for the trip from Santa Rosa to San Francisco. When I got to his place, we wound up walking to a now-closed porn palace called the Campus Theater, where we watched a bit of big-screen smut, saw a live jackoff performance (including a bonus cumshot from an audience member!) and occasionally played with each other's cocks, though we didn't go very far.
I've been about 1/4" shy of 7" ever since the first time I measured as a teenager. Something about the way I'm built seems to make people think I'm bigger than I really am--a lot of times I get asked how long it is and when I tell them they insist that can't be right!
Michael's cock was a bit shorter than mine and thinner, but he was uncut with just enough foreskin to provide a lot of extra play when I stroked him. Even soft, there wasn't a lot of head coverage.
After a while at the theater, we'd had enough and went back to his place, where we soon wound up naked in his bedroom. At some point for some reason I wound up with a condom on my dick, though I no longer remember when it got there or why. What I do remember is that Michael eventually got on top of me while I was stretched out on my back and began grinding his hard, uncut dick into me. It went on for a while and the way we were positioned didn't give me a lot of physical stimulation, but finally he started getting fairly animated and a bit noisy and I could tell he was getting close. Then, yep, there it was, he shot a nice load on me. That was the first time I'd ever been with someone who got off that way, and I found it really hot.
We stayed in his bed and relaxed for a while side by side after wiping his load off ourselves. I'm sure I was playing with my dick a little, but not enough to make me shoot. And, for whatever reason, I was still wearing the condom. After a while I got the idea to climb up on Michael and stick my condomized cock between his thighs just under his balls. It actually felt pretty good, no doubt in part because I'd saved up a couple days worth of loads and had been fooling around off and on for a few hours now. I continued to thrust between his legs and realized that it felt good enough and I was horny enough that it could make me cum if I wanted it to. And by that point, I definitely did want it to. So I kept going and soon enough I had a very intense orgasm without changing a thing. I loved that he'd cum in a way no one ever had with me before and then I'd shot my load in a way I never had with anyone else before. Orgasm symmetry! Michael joked that he'd keep the now-full condom as a souvenir.
I don't remember how soon after we hooked up again, but we got together only once more. This time we pretty much just went into his bedroom and got naked. I had brought along some baby oil and we were playing with that (no condoms this time!). As before, he eventually wound up on top of me humping away for a while and finally shot his cum on me. Also as before, we then just sorta hung out next to each other in his bed. We were both playing with our dicks, but I wasn't in a hurry to shoot and was thinking I didn't want to cum from just stroking myself, so I wasn't being too intense about it. But after a while I looked over and saw that Michael had--very quietly!--stroked out a second load onto his stomach! I had no idea it had happened. In hindsight it means he came with me a total of three different times, but I never once actually saw him spurt.
Anyway, I figured that was my cue...he'd shot twice, so I needed to get on with it. I oiled up and stroked my dick and, remembering how good it felt last time, got up on him again and stuck my greasy dick under his balls while he pressed his legs together. It was bare this time, no condom and...well, believe it or not, it just didn't feel as good. It was OK for a while, then I'd go soft, pull out, stroke myself hard (almost to cumming, in fact) and stick it back in. But the cycle would just repeat--nice for a while, then...blah. I could easily have stroked myself to shooting in seconds if I'd wanted to, but I was being stubborn for whatever reason. Eventually I realized that the difference was probably the lack of a condom. Before, the rubber would transfer some of the motion and stimulation I was getting from the sides to the sweet spot under the head. Bare, I wasn't getting any of that. So, figuring what I really needed was some good stimulation where it mattered, I rotated 90 degrees so we were no longer face to face but I was laying across him. I got hard, stuck my dick back where it had been and...oh, boy! Night and day! It felt soooo good! I was gently thrusting, really enjoying myself when I realized that this was definitely going to make me cum. And it was going to be intense. And messy. And fairly soon. Well, you know, it was time for me to cum and I wanted to, so no problem. Well, maybe no problem...as I got closer and closer, I realized that if I just kept going and shot what felt like would be a huge load, it was going to go all over his sheets. That didn't seem very nice. But I was feeling good and didn't want to stop. So I didn't stop...and I kept getting closer and closer to cumming. I was making enough noise to let him know it, too. And he was making happy sounds like he was ready for me to, but unfortunately those happy sounds didn't include any hints about where to spurt it. The clock was definitely running out and my load was on its way. In a few thrusts, there was going to be no turning back no matter what and I still didn't know what I should do...but I continued thrusting and the next thing I knew I was well past the point of no return and had at most a second or two before my cock blasted like a firehose. I kept going and at the very last possible moment before the jetting started, I pulled out from between his legs, grabbed my cock with my right hand, aimed it at his balls and began shooting a huge wad all over them. It was one of the most amazing, breathtaking orgasms of my life.
When I finally calmed down a bit and he'd cleaned up, I apologized and told him I really didn't know what to do but in the end figured he was easier to clean up than the bed. He smiled and said it wasn't a problem at all.
That's one of a couple reasons why I usually start any encounter with someone new by telling them up-front I'm OK with cum. I don't want them to find themselves in a similar situation and unsure what to do just as things are really feeling good. Of course, now that I see this in writing, I realize I had nothing to apologize for as Michael had already shot on me...twice!
