Making Up for Lost Time

September 07

The Traveller's brief stay in the city was over. He headed back to his home town, and we kept in contact via IMs and text messages. We chatted most days, and I looked forward to each message he sent.

One thing was lacking though: Sex. I had missed out on nine months of bedroom gymnastics due to my self-imposed celibacy. Sleeping with The Traveller had reawakened my sexual appetite, and boy, was I hungry.

The Internet was once again my cruising ground of choice, I chatted online with several men and one of the guys that contacted me was the Mirror Man. My history with the Mirror Man is kinda complicated, and goes back a few years.

I first met the Mirror Man in 2004. I was out with a group of friends from work. We started out in one of the bars in the Gay Quarter and later headed to one of the gay nightclubs. Our group had fragmented into several pieces, and I was hanging out with one of my mates. Actually I had a secret crush on this guy, and was enjoying spending time with him.

Secret Crush introduced me to a friend of his, the Mirror Man, who he waves over to join us. I didn't think much of the Mirror Man when I first met him, though that was probably due to the fact I only had eyes for Secret Crush at the time. The three of us chatted for a while, but the Mirror Man didn't leave much of an impression, and soon I was with my other mates, drinking and dancing the night away.

Skip forward to 2006. I'm online on a hook up site, and I get contacted by a guy. We send messages back and forth, and over the course of our conversation I learn that I'm chatting to the Mirror Man. We exchange numbers and try to arrange a meet. In fact I remember once arranging a meet with the Mirror Man so that it would take place a few hours after one of my regular threesome hookups with Guy #1 and O.

The threesome took place, however the 1-on-1 with the Mirror Man did not. He texted me to call it off, complaining of a sore back. I sent a text back offering a massage, but he declined, so I made my way home. Later that night he texts back asking if the offer of a massage was still available. It was late, I was tired and had no intention of heading back into the city, so I said no. We tried to arrange a hook up a few times, but it never happened and we lost contact.

Back to 2007. The Mirror Man contacted me again, but is using a new profile name. I realise its him when he gives me his number. It comes up under his old profile name when I enter it into my phone. We arrange to meet on a day when he's working from home.

The day of the hookup arrives, and I get a text from him in the morning asking if I'm still free to meet. I reply yes, and tell him to expect me in an hour. I freshen up and am out of the door, heading towards the city centre.

When he gives me his address, I know it straight away. I travel down that road each day on my way to work. I interpret the address he gave as the large apartment complex situated on that road, and that's where I wait for him. However I'm mistaken. It turns out he lives opposite the apartment complex, in a former factory that had been converted into apartments. From the outside it still looked like a factory, so I had traveled past it each day without realising it was a place of habitation.

Luckily for me the Mirror Man spots me from across the road, and texts me to tell me where he is. I cross over and he opens the door to his building. I follow him through a maze of corridors to his apartment, and I feel that familiar throb in my groin as my cock swells in anticipation of the sex that's to come.

Sex with the Mirror Man would always follow a similar route. We would enter his place, I would remove my jacket, placing it on a chair. We would kiss, feeling each other up through our clothes as our tongues pushed into each others mouths. We would break from kissing and I'd strip out of my clothes, down to my underwear, my clothes placed on the chair with my jacket. We'd kiss again and he'd delight in the feel of my hairy body under his hands.

We'd take the short walk to his bedroom, he'd quickly strip out of his clothes and we'd make out on the bed. Soon we'd be naked and engaging in a little oral play, our underwear tossed to the other side of the room. We'd enjoy spending time sucking each others cocks. I'd reposition myself so I could squat over his face and let him rim my hole. The feeling of his tongue was amazing, and he would try to work that wicked little tongue as far up my chute as he could manage. Absolute bliss!

He would ask me to fuck him, getting up to reach for lube and condoms. He'd wrap me up, lube up his hole and slide down my cock, slowly bouncing up and down till he became used to it inside him. Then he'd get more adventurous. We'd find ourselves fucking on the floor, doggie style, in front of a large mirror (hence his name). He liked to watch as I pumped into him, and I must admit I enjoyed watching myself fuck him.

Eventually we would end up back up on the bed, him lying in his stomach, his cock pressed into the mattress with me on top of him. I'd wrap my hands under his arms and grasp his shoulders, giving me enough leverage as I pumped him hard. I'd cum, sometimes in the condom up his ass, or over him if he wanted it, and he'd cum straight after. We'd shower, dress and I'd head out of the door.

We fucked around once every few weeks in September, October, November and December that year, took a break over Christmas, and then had a few more hookups in January the following year. We lost contact again, until he texted me out of the blue one day in July 09 and we hooked up a final time, which I wrote about here.

The Story Of O

I met O as part of the threesome I had with him and Guy #1. Over the next few months the three of us would meet up regularly, and as a result O and I grew closer. O is a year younger than me, with sexy dark eyes, pouting lips and a firm, toned body.

One Wednesday afternoon, a few months after our regular threesomes started, we again met up to have some fun. Like always, I arrived at O's place with Guy #1. That day, Guy #1 was only free for a few hours, so he eventually had to leave. I had the rest of the day free, and so did O, so we decided that I would stay, and the two of us could continue our fun. Later that night, when Guy #1 texted me to say how hot the three of us were together, I replied that I was still at O's, and that we hadn't left the bedroom.

Partly because Guy #1 couldn't always get away to join us, O and I began to meet by ourselves. O lived about 10 minutes walk from where I worked, so on days when he finished work early, we would arrange for me to go over straight after my workday finished. Occasionally, we would take the day off together and spend it the majority of time in his bed.

Sex with O was always fantastic. He's a great kisser, fantastic at giving head, and has such a sexy ass. We would kiss, and suck and rim each other every chance we got. I loved having his long, thick, cut cock in my mouth. I remember how he would gasp whenever I teased the underside of his cock with my tongue, and I would take great delight in hearing him moan with pleasure when I ran my tongue over his smooth hole.

It was during one such rimming session when O said he wanted me to fuck him. As a threesome, O, Guy #1 and I never fucked each other, so this was something new to enjoy. I lay on my back and watched as he rolled a condom onto my dick and then straddled me. He slowly lowered himself onto my cock and rode me for a while. Later I fucked him as he lay on his stomach, and then doggie style.

From then on we added fucking to our repertoire, but only when it was the two of us. He did try fucking me once, but being an anal virgin, I was too tight and he couldn't penetrate me. So, when we fucked, I always topped him.

Our threesomes with Guy #1 continued, taking place every few weeks or so. Guy #1, horndog that he is, kept on trying to add more to our number, which resulted in us having a fivesome one evening (an encounter I will write about in a future post).

Three Minus One

The threesome that formed between Guy #1, O and myself worked well. We had fun kissing, sucking and enjoying each others bodies. However, when the opportunity arose to have Guy #1 all to myself again, I took it.

Guy #1 invited me over to his place one weekday morning, when he had the place to himself. As I have mentioned he is bi, and has a female partner, so he couldn't usually accommodate and our meeting had to be discrete.

We again met at the train station, and he drove me to his house. We kissed as soon as he shut his front door, and he led me up to his bedroom. I was very aware that I was about to have sex with him in the same bed he shared with his partner.

We kissed as we stripped off our clothes. I ran my hands over his muscular footballers body, and I enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under his soft skin. He was as sexy as when we first met. No wonder he could have all the cock he wanted, and he got a lot of action.

We slipped in between the sheets, kissing and fondling each other. I moved down, kissing his neck, down his chest, moving to my prize jutting up from between his legs. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.

I lapped up the precum flowing from his slit. Nectar to my taste buds. I licked at his balls, sucking each one into my mouth before moving back to his cock. Looking up, I could see his face, eyes closed, his lips spread into a smile. I loved the expression on his face, all because of me.

He wanted to return the favour, so we switched positions and he took my cock into his mouth. I had my hands resting on his sexy shaved head, and guided him around my groin. It felt so good. We eventually ended up in the 69 position, and feasted on each other.

We were lying on our sides on top of his bed. While he sucked my cock, I moved my mouth from his hard dick, over his balls and towards his ass. I aimed my tongue at his hole and licked away. I felt him moan around my cock, and the vibrations felt amazing.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with me sitting on his lap facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed as we rubbed each others cocks. He wanted to fuck me, but didn't have any condoms. I knew I had some in my work bag, which I had left by his door when we arrived, but I didn't say anything. I had never been fucked before, and Guy #1 had a thick cock. I knew if we tried, it would hurt like hell.

Instead we jerked and sucked each other into a satisfying, sticky climax. We showered, dressed, and had one final kiss before we left his place and he dropped me off where we met earlier that day. The next day we met up with O, and the three of us resumed our fun.

Three's Company

Back to documenting my past sexual exploits. After my final roll in the sack with Mr Silver, it was approximately 6 months before I slept with anyone again. And what better way to make up for lost time than by having a threesome, right?

It was January 2006, the New Year celebrations were fading into a distant memory, and I felt like I had to get back out there. Being a creature of habit, I returned to my old cruising ground: the gay chatline.

There was a profile that I recognised right away. He was using the same profile message. I felt a thrill of excitement as I heard his voice and I knew I had to send him a reply. I sent him a casual "hi, how's things" message. He was surprised to hear from me, given the abrupt end to our previous relationship, but we sent messages back and forth that night and both agreed that it would good to see each other again. That's how Guy #1 came back in my life.

He was still with his female partner, so he couldn't host. Neither could I. Instead he came up with the idea of going over to a friends place one evening where the three of us could have a little fun together. I was feeling adventurous, and I wanted to see Guy #1 again, so I agreed.

We planned to meet at the same train station as our first meeting, and then he would drive us to his friends home. It was late evening, and there was a chill in the air. I waited till he drove up to the car park, and then slipped into the passenger seat of his car. Off we drove, chatting away. I was nervous, but being with Guy #1 put me at ease.

We arrived at his friends building and he buzzed us in. We walked up to his apartment, Guy #1 knocked on the door and we waited. O opened the door and invited us inside. We said hello and O led us straight to his bedroom, Guy #1 and O chatting as we went. We stood around for a minute, then it was decided that we should get started.

Guy #1 kissed me deeply, and I reciprocated while O watched. When we broke the kiss we looked over at O. I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips, kissing him as deeply as I had kissed Guy #1 moments earlier. From the other side of the room I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath. The last time Guy #1 and I had met I was shy and nervous, so my bold manoeuvre took him by surprise. He was clearly turned on at what was happening in front of him, and we motioned for him to join us. Guy #1 and O kissed, then we all got naked.

I found myself on my knees, sucking one cock than the other, moving back and fourth between the two men in front of me. O is cut, in contrast to both Guy #1 and myself who both have our foreskin intact. This was the first time I sucked on a cut dick. O was wearing a cockring, and it made his cock huge. I struggled to take him as deeply into my mouth as I would have liked.

Guy #1's cock was just as beautiful as I remembered. I relished him in my mouth. This was the first cock I ever sucked, and one I was happy to familiarise myself with again. I fulfilled a little fantasy that night, to have two cocks in my mouth at the same time. My lips stretched around the two large members in my mouth, my tongue dancing between the two, licking at each head. Each of us took turns on our knees while the two standing would busy themselves making out and exploring each others bodies.

We ended up in many different positions that night, sucking and being sucked, forming a daisy chain, having two mouths sucking on our cocks at the same time. I enjoyed sucking their balls into my mouth and giving them a good spit soak. Later, Guy #1 and I made out on the bed while O rimmed him. I turned around under Guy #1 so I could suck his cock, and he sucked mine, mirroring the 69 we had the first time we slept together. This was while he was being rimmed by O. We were all hot and sweaty and horny for each other.

I was in heaven when both men decided to hold me down to lick and suck my very sensitive nipples. It was the most amazing feeling, to have two mouths on you at the same time. We all lay back on the bed and jerked off to completion, then we cleaned up and dressed and it was time to leave. I kissed O lightly as I left and thanked him for having me over that evening. As Guy #1 dropped me off we talked about what had transpired that evening, and we both expressed a desire to do that again.

On returning home I sent a text to Guy #1 to tell him how much fun I had, and that I was glad that we decided to meet up again. I didn't have a mobile number for O, so I asked Guy #1 to relay to O how much I enjoyed being with the both of them, and that I would be willing to do it again sometime, and one month later we all met up again.

Over the next few months I had regular threesomes with Guy #1 and O. We usually met in the evenings, although we did have the occasional afternoon meet when we all had the day off together. Over that time O and I began to grow closer and developed a friendship that still lasts to this day. The three of us enjoyed our three-way relationship, and even invited a few more people into the bed.

The Difficult Second Relationship

I'm finding it hard to write about my second sexual relationship. The difficulty lies in trying to separate the sex we had from all the crap that went on between myself and Mr Silver. By that I mean it's easy to describe the sexual acts I performed (and enjoyed) when we were a couple, but there was also a shift in the relationship as time went on that eventually broke us apart and taints our time together.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and looking back I would have done things differently, but I was young, naive and horny. I didn't see things changing till they were too late. I took things at face value and believed everything he said.

But to say it was all his fault would also be naive. I changed too. It was a combination of growing up and events occurring in my life at the time. I was no longer a wide-eyed 23 year old, practically new to sex, ready to explore and experiment. Optimism had been replaced by something darker.

The relationship lasted for three years, but we didn't spend every day of those three years together. There were times when we spent months apart, breaking up then getting back together then breaking up again. I even fell head over heels in love with someone else during one of our break ups, but that new relationship never got off the ground.

An alcohol induced text message brought him back into my life, and I found myself back in the crap that caused our previous break ups. The relationship with Mr Silver ended soon after.

The First Taste

I sat in the middle of the couch, nervous as hell. It must have shown on my face, as Guy #1 told me to relax and to move closer to him. Without realising it, I had kept a gap between us earlier when I sat down next to him. I scooched over a little.

We were sitting in the family room his house. It was a little weird to think that earlier that day his family were here with him, getting ready for a day at work and school, and now we were here, about to have sex, and they would have no idea.

He stared at me as he chatted, one arm draped over the headrest of his couch. He wanted me, the lust evident in his eyes. He asked if he could kiss me, and I nodded. His arm slid down off the head of the couch, pulled me closer to him and our lips met.

We kissed, slowly at first, but the pace soon picked up as our passion increased. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and my tongue flicked around his. We kissed for ten minutes, and broke apart, hot and breathless. He asked If I enjoyed it, and yes I did, very much. The throbbing member in my pants was testament to that.

I pulled off my t-shirt, we started kissing again. His hands wondered over my naked chest as my fingers felt his still clothed torso. My skin tingled at his touch. We pulled apart again for him to remove his t-shirt, and I was presented with his smooth muscular chest.

Not gym toned muscular, but the kind developed from playing sports, predominantly football. My left hand reached out and ran along the taut skin of his abdomen. I could feel the ridges of his abs under the skin. I leaned back in and moved my mouth down and kissed his pecs and licked his nipples, just as I had fantasised. I had finally got my hands on a man and I wanted to take advantage of every opportunity.

I slid off the couch onto the floor.I was on my knees between his legs. It was the perfect position to be in for what I had in mind. I wanted cock, and one was practically within reach. I asked if I could see his dick. He lifted his ass off the couch so he could push down his track pants and underwear in one movement, then sat back down.

There it was, the prize I had waited a lifetime for. Resting between two muscular and lightly hairy legs, surrounded by a trimmed bush, was his cock. I wrapped my left hand around it and slid the foreskin back and forth, slowly exposing and then covering the head. My grip became slightly firmer as I jerked him off. A drop of precum appeared on the slit, my signal to take the next step. I leaned in as I stuck out my tongue, using the tip to lick at the clear drop in front of me. I savoured the taste, mentally comparing it to the flavour my own precum. I then put my lips around the cock head, careful to cover my teeth as I did so, and started gently sucking him, my hands resting on those muscular thighs.

That was it. The first taste, and I was addicted. I sucked more, taking him further into my mouth. His groans of pleasure indicated I was doing something right, and his cock grew to it's full 7 inches in my mouth. I admired its length and thickness as I licked the shaft and head, trying to emulate the actions I had seen in the gay porn film I had recently purchased. I ran my tongue down over his scrotum, licking at this balls and savouring the flavour. All traces of nervousness had disappeared, replaced by lust and horniness.

My cock was hard, throbbing and leaking precum in my underwear, and I was still in my jeans. I pulled away from his crotch, stood up, unbuckled my belt and quickly removed my jeans and underwear in record time. I tossed over to a chair, abandoning them on top of my discarded t-shirt and next to my sneakers and backpack. I stood there, hard and naked, in front of him. The head of my cock slick with precum. He slipped off the trackpants and underpants from around his ankles and then stood up.

I took his place on the couch and he took my previous position on the floor. He sucked my cock into his mouth and began to give me a blow job. The sensation was intense. My cock had only ever known the feeling of my hand, so this was new territory. I put one hand on each side of his shaved head, not to stop him or force him down onto my erection, but to lightly hold his head as he blew me.

After a while I pulled him off my cock and switched positions so I was between his legs again. Let's just say I had found out something about myself that day. I was a born cocksucker. The thing missing from my life had been placed between my lips. Sucking on his cock felt right, and I was in heaven as I blew him, licking his cock and balls with ecstatic glee.

When I shifted position so I was on my back on the floor with my legs up on the couch, he looked at me with a puzzling expression on his face, wondering what I was doing. It took a moment for him to realise what I wanted. 69.

He lowered himself onto me, one leg each side of my head. My mouth on his member as his mouth sucked on my cock. It was the perfect position, sucking on his prick took my attention away from the intense feelings of having my cock sucked, and I could enjoy the sensations of having my cock sucked while sucking on one myself.

My hands moved up and down his thighs as we blew each other. In this position I had a good view of his asshole, perfect and puckered, above me. I had the urge to finger it, but didn't want to rock the boat by doing something he may feel uncomfortable with, so I left it alone. I had lube and condoms in my backpack, just in case, but they were not used.

As he increased the thrusting motion of his hips, more of his cock disappeared down my throat. Only once did he bottom out, his full length pushed into my mouth and I gagged around his cock. Tears streamed from my eyes, but he pulled back a little, sensing my panic, and I kept right on sucking him.

He had to be at work later that day, so we didn't have long left. He got up, went out of the room and returned with a large bath towel. By the time he came back, I was sitting on the floor with my back resting on the couch, slowly jacking my spit soaked cock.

He laid the towel on the floor, and we both sat on top of it. We both began to jerk off as we watched each other and he came in a matter of moments, pointing his cock down so the fat drops of sperm fell onto the towel. He wanted me to cum too, and I was trying. This would be the first time I would cum in the presence of another person, shyness crept in and try as I might I could not get myself to the point where I could blow my load.

He moved forward, rubbing my torso and licking my nipples in an effort to make me cum quicker. It didn't work. I was not used to having someone else touch me when I jerked off, my mind had an established rhythm in the lead up to ejaculating, and his actions had the opposite effect to those he desired.

I closed my eyes and had to concentrate. I thought about what I had done that morning, that I had finally lost my virginity, finally got to feel another mans cock in my mouth and see him loose his load because of me. That this would be the first in a lifetime of man on man sex.

That was it, I worked my way to a ball busting orgasm, and shot my load onto the towel.

Well most of my load. A few drops of sperm shot beyond the towel and landed on the carpet (well, I was a horned up 22 year old, and had been known to spray my load over my shoulder and onto my headboard in my solo sessions). He wasn't best pleased. Leaving evidence like that could have blown his cover. I apologised and used a corner of the towel to wipe away the incriminating evidence. I cleaned up my cock and dressed as he left the room again to get rid of the towel. He came back into the room to dress in the clothes he had left in a pile next to the couch. Dressed, I picked up my backpack and we left his house.

The plan was to drive me to the train station where he picked me up, but as he was running late for work, he asked if he could drop me off near a bus route that would take me into the city. I agreed. I guess in the back of his mind he was thinking he had to get back home and check that I had mopped up all the drops of spunk that had landed on the carpet, that all evidence of that mornings illicit activities had to be erased.

As he dropped me off, I told him that I had an amazing time, as did he. He couldn't believe that was my first time, and I had to assure him it was. He said he would text me later in the day, we said our goodbyes and he drove off. We texted a few times after that, but he was due to go away with his family on holiday, so meeting up again would have to wait.

It would be five years before we would meet again, and in doing so he would introduce me to the pleasures of group sex.

Guy #1: The First Meeting

I was 22 when I first had sex with another man. He was a married bisexual jock in his early 30's with a shaved head, smooth torso and 7.5" uncut cock.

This is the guy I alluded to at the end of my last post. It was on my day off and I travelled by bus to a train station located roughly equidistant from where we both lived. I was more than a little nervous as I walked up the road towards the station, not least because I was meeting a complete stranger and no one knew where I was.

I spotted a man sitting on a low wooden fence and next to a car, on the side of the road I was walking on. He had given me a description of his car in our last phone conversation, but I was so nervous the information flew out of my head. As I got closer I could see that the man roughly matched the description of the guy I was meeting, and was wearing clothes similar to the clothes he said he would wear.

I slowed down as I approached him, the hint of a smile on my face. I wanted to appear friendly, but was wary in case this guy turned out not to be the man I was due to meet. I need not have worried. He said hi and used my name, I returned the greeting, we shook hands and he asked if I wanted to sit in his car with him. I agreed.

He studied me as I sat in his car, and I did the same. He was as attractive as I had imagined (this was a time before camera phones so I had no idea what he looked like before this first meeting) with hazel eyes and high cheekbones. His head was shaved smooth and his skin was tanned.

We chatted. I knew he was married and had to be discrete, as did I as I was not out. I explained to him that I was still a virgin, and apart from kissing a guy during my time at university, I had no experience with guys. He said that because of his situation he couldn't take me back to his place on that day as his wife was home, even though he wanted to, so we agreed to arrange another time to meet when he had the place to himself.

He told me how attractive I was and how much he wanted to kiss me, but as we were out in public we didn't touch. He said he definitely wanted to have sex with me. I just wanted to have sex, but I rephrased it by saying I liked him too.

I left him in his car with the promise that I would text him when I had a day off from work, so he could take some time off too. So two weeks later we met up again at the same train station. I once again got into his car and this time he drove me to his place where we had sex.

Hangin' On The Telephone

When I got my first cell phone, little did I know that it would be my passport to man on man sex.

The phone was to be a way for my parents to contact me when I was out at work, but I used it for so much more. Every Saturday I would buy a broadsheet newspaper on my way to work, inside of which was a television and local listings magazine. The magazine had a dating section and adverts for chatline services, both straight and gay. As this was my only outlet for contacting gay men I thought I would give it a try.

It took a few tries before I found one I liked, and I would often call my favourite chatline late at night and jerk off while listening to the voice profiles of the men online. I began to recognise the profiles of some of the regular users, including the profile left by guy I would loose my virginity to.

At the start my profile was pretty basic, so it was rare that I would get a response. Over the months I used the service I picked up on how men would describe themselves and the terminology they used depending on what they were into and what kind of sex they were looking for and I adapted my profile, making it more descriptive, which attracted a lot more attention.

I actually met one guy who responded to my profile. We had coffee in a shopping mall. It was so long ago that I can't remember much of the encounter, though I remember he wasn't the most attractive guy, and the conversation was a bit dull but if he had invited me back to his, I would have gone. It wasn't about the guy, it was just about having sex (which, with enough posts detailing my sexual history, you will see is a recurring theme).

Instead we parted and although we communicated by text a few times we never met again.

I went back on the chatlines, usually at night with me lying naked under the covers masturbating. One night I was on there and as I was going through the list I heard a, by now, familiar profile. The guy seemed to be online every time I was, and I had often jerked off to his description of himself. He sounded very hot, but I thought he was out of my league, so I would not contact him.

However, that night I was feeling brave and I sent him a hello message, to which he replied. We exchanged many messages that night and by the time I ended the call I had his name and his cellphone number, knew a little about him and he about me. I sent a text to him that night, so he had my cell number.

Over the next few weeks we texted back and forth and also had a few phone conversations in which we arranged a time to meet, as I put it, "to see if we liked each other". He agreed and on a cloudy Tuesday morning I found myself traveling on a bus to meet my bisexual football jock.