Harlem Guy Part 2

At around 12:00pm, I woke up in his bed. I squinted from the light flowing through the window and looked around - recalling the events of the night before.

I turned to my right, and I noticed him turned away from me on his own side of the bed fast asleep. I scooched in a little bit closer to him, and placed my hands on his warm body.

I felt him start to stir, so I waited a while with my arms draped over the side of his arm. Eventually, he moved, took a look at me and started putting his hand on my arm. I thought that I was just going to get up from the bed and leave, but instead, he motioned my hand towards his dick. I rubbed it up and down a bit, wondering if there would really be any reaction at all. Luckily, I could feel him get harder.

I started to gently kiss and suck on his nipples again, eliciting a small moan. He even ended up completely turning around, with his ass facing me. Suddenly, urges started rushing through my head. Urges that I had actually never felt before with a guy.

I actually wanted to top him! I was so astounded with myself. I had always wanted to be a bottom - nothing more, nothing less. For some reason, the want to stick myself in him dominate my mind for a bit, as I started dry humping him. I started getting more and more cocky as I moved faster and faster, so I flipped him over and continued to hump away. Eventually, my cock was rock hard, and able to actually go inside. Condom or not, I couldn't care, it was this bizarre lust to give fucking a try.

I slowly started to move inside him, and I remember feeling my cock move a good couple of inches into him. He moaned quite a bit every time I pushed in. His ass felt so tight, so warm, and so perfect! I seriously wanted to keep going with this!

And then he breathed out "I can't do this."

Like a slap to the face, I was knocked out of my frenzied top mode. I quietly said "Okay" and pulled out immediately. I laid there next to him for a couple of minutes without saying a word. I didn't feel scared, or nervous for having gone too far, as he didn't say anything angrily.

What happened next was a complete blur. Someway, somehow, he managed to get me riled up again, and we I was once again in a bottom state of mind. We switched the positions we had earlier as I was face down on the bed. I could feel him humping away at my ass, slowly prying into me without a condom on. A little bit concerned, I asked if he had a condom to use, since I wanted to play it safe.

He put on this ridiculously dinky condom. It wasn't a magnum, so it didn't really fit. It covered about 3/5 of his dick, and made the tip look red and kinda gross from the lack of blood flow. My hormones were driving me nuts, and it seemed like things would just awkwardly end at this point, so I did the unimaginable. I ripped off the condom for him, laid back down, and just said "Go for it."

We went back into the missionary position just like a few hours ago, and fucked like animals for a good 45 minutes. Then, it back to the cowgirl position. As I started bouncing up and down on his cock, riding it faster and faster, I couldn't help but notice the window. And the how it was open. And that there was a sidewalk out there.

I asked "Hey, can people see us from out there?" He replied "Yeah they can."

I was pretty surprised with myself when I smiled and responded "That's pretty hot!" as I continued to ride him.

We went back to missionary for what seemed like the millionth time. My thighs were screaming for relief as well, but I seriously didn't care as all I wanted was for this guy to fuck me more and more, even though we had just done this mere hours ago. He picked up the pace, making me want to cum so badly! Before I shot, I looked him in the eye and asked him to be sure to pull out before cumming. He silently noted the request, and fucked me until I blasted a couple ropes of cum right back onto my stomach. Like he promised, he pulled out, and came over my stomach as well.

We talked for a bit afterwards, and he noted that he was surprised we did it twice in the span of a few hours. According to him, that doesn't typically happen.

He then announced that he had morning breath, and he bought me a Wisp toothbrush in case I had it too. It was pretty charming to see someone put at least a little bit of thought about a sleepover like this!

I couldn't get over how adorable the rest of the morning was! We wrestled around in bed, told jokes, laughed about stupid stuff, and discussed each other's plans for later that day. He asked me to go play the piano in his living room for a little bit, but I didn't have a lot of the music I know memorized, so my renditions of my repertoire were less than satisfactory.

Eventually, after some more wrestling and cute little "morning after" things, I left his apartment. He didn't seem very keen on the idea of kissing me goodbye, which made me a little disappointed (it would have topped off the experience for me) - but I dealt with it anyway.

Fortunately for me, my roommate wasn't home as soon as I had gotten back to my dorm, so I didn't have to explain the escapade of the previous night to him. Even better, he never really asked any questions beyond "Where were you?" Of course, I just answered "A friend's house in Harlem. We watched a movie."

First guy

For the sake of his privacy, I'll just refer to this guy as M.

He was blond. He was white. He was ridiculously cute. He was polite. And best of all, he responded to my Craiglist ad! At the time, I was moving in some sort of emotional state between excited and apprehensive. I was worried that he'd turn out to be an axe murderer in an alleyway, or perhaps some old fat guy sending me fake pictures - so I wanted proof. But of course, this guy was totally out in the open, and he agreed to Skype me!

The moment I looked into his eyes over the screen, I knew he'd be my first. He gave me directions to his apartment, and I left my room as my legs began to shake. I practically flew over to his apartment, anxious to know what sex feels like. Along the way, I was plagued with thoughts like "What if he has HIV?" and "What if he hurts you?" I could care less at the time. I had the drive. I had to know what gay sex was like.

I arrived at his apartment door after running the entire 17 minute walk in under 10 minutes. I felt like puking while knocking on the door since I knew what was supposed to happen.

The first thing I noted about the apartment was the excellent condition it was kept in. The bedroom walls were a beautiful deep red, and everything looked very clean and organized. I was extremely happy at the fact that it wasn't the same as the last place I had done anything sexual (a K-Mart bathroom).

Once he opened the door, the butterflies in my stomach quickly went away. I felt comfortable within the first two seconds of seeing his face. I sat down on his couch, and we talked about how we both went to the same school for a little while. Since he was a junior, he gave me some advice on how to live by yourself and how to choose housing. After the minutes dragged on, I asked to use the bathroom - hoping it would be enough of a distraction to get the conversation to change pace a little. Thankfully, it worked.

Once I came back, he leaned in. As soon as his tongue moved into my mouth, I quickly got into the swing of things. Our hands were flying all over each other as I straddled him on the couch and tore our shirts off.  After making out for a bit, he suggested we move things to the bed. Bit by bit, the rest of our clothes were torn off as well.

Once things were heated enough, I decided to be a little adventurous. I slowly kissed down the length of his body, all the way down to his perfectly sized dick. It wasn't small by any means, but I was thanking God that it wasn't the size of a grown man's arm! I gently licked the tip, and slowly moved down from there. I heard him moan a little bit, which turned me on even more. Then, I moved the lower half of my body to his face, and actually engaged in my first ever 69. I guessed that he had more experience since he started to go down extremely fast on me - almost making me cum.

Of course, my major intention wasn't to do oral. I moved back over to him and kissed him a little bit more.  Eventually, I could feel his cock pressing up against my ass. He laid down as I straddled him. I figured it was finally time! He slowly tried to push it in, and I could feel a slight burning sensation. As I moved down, I quickly realized that the pain was sharply increasing. Although I had never done this before, I knew what I needed. I whispered "Got any lube?" He directed me to the bottle on the nightstand next to us, and after a quick application, we tried again.

The feeling was nothing short of incredible. I absolutely loved the feeling of him sliding into me. We started out in with me just getting used to the feel of a cock inside me for a couple of minutes. Afterwards,  he asked if I wanted to try another position. It wasn't my intention to change my tone of voice, but I said "Missionary" with such childlike wonder that he couldn't help but smile and laugh at my naivety.

Once we switched positions, he started to go all out. The speed started to rapidly increase as he drove down into me harder than expected. MY moans began to escalate to the point where he stopped and asked me if I was okay. I asked him to go a little bit easier. Fortunately, he complied. He lifted my left leg, and started pounding into me from a different angle at a gentler speed. Slowly, he moved faster and faster until he whispered "Wanna try doggystyle?"

I could have died at that moment. I had always wanted to try doggy, so my excitement showed when I eagerly said "Sure!"  I let out a little pant as he pulled out and pushed back into me during our repositioning, but quickly started feeling waves of pleasure as he started to pound me deep and hard. I had finally reached the point where there wasn't much pain anymore, and I could take a good, solid pounding from M. It was heavenly!

I heard him moan a couple of times, as he started to shove into me a a little more slowly. Waves of pleasure and shock ran from my ass to my brain as I realized that M didn't have a condom on. I didn't really feel that much inside of me until he pulled out, when I could feel a couple drops of his cum leave my newly opened hole.

As I cuddled next to him for a while, I was completely unaware of how NSA sex was supposed to work. I stayed a little too long and made it awkward as hell, but he was very nice about the whole ordeal. I haven't heard from him since then, but he was hot and polite enough to the point where I am glad he took my virginity!

Immediately after, I started wanting more. I wanted to feel sex with a guy once again. So I went on Craigslist, Adam4Adam, and a couple of blogs to see how I can expand my sexual appetite. And that's how I became the cock-hungry teenager who wants nothing more than to enjoy himself with other men!