Martin unlocked the door and led Tad into his apartment. He kicked off his shoes, emptied his pockets onto the kitchen counter, and returned to the living room, where Tad took a seat.
Tad didn't really know what to say, so we waited for Martin to start a conversation. Instead, he reached into a cabinet in a table next to a big armchair. Out he pulled a bong.
Tad just sat and watched as Martin took a hit from his bong. The white smoke billowed from the bottom where he held his lighter into Martin’s mouth. He pulled the pin and continued inhaling until Tad could see through it again. Martin exhaled and blew out all the smoke, relaxing into his chair.
"You want some?" he asked, holding out the bong to his guest.
"No, thanks. I don’t really smoke," Tad replied, throwing his hands up.
"Oh." Martin set the cheap thing on the floor next to his chair, surveying his living room and settling his gaze on Tad. "So what do you do to relax?"
Tad chuckled a bit, knowing he didn’t have any answer that made him sound cool. He never smoked or kicked back with a beer (alcohol was too expensive to not use it to get drunk). “I just watch TV or something,” he said, thinking it was an alright answer.
"You ever jack off?" Martin asked with a smile.
"What? I mean, yeah, I guess so."
"I have a good pedal every day or so. It’s only natural."
"A wank. A jacking off. I’m always a little horny, you know?" Martin remarked, his hand drifting towards his crotch. Tad’s heart began speeding up.
Does he want me to go over there and jack him off? Do I just walk over there?
"You ever do anything like this, before, Tad?"
Tad shook his head no, embarrassed but relieved he wasn’t expected to know what to do anymore.
"Come over here," Martin beckoned patting the couch cushion between his legs. "Let me show you how this kinda thing goes down," he suggested, grinning at his guest. Tad got up from his seat and stood in front of Martin, trying to get as close as possible. "Kneel down," he said, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans. Kneeling in front of Martin, Tad couldn’t help but stare at the plaid red boxers of the guy in front of him. Up close, he could smell the body spray and sweat from Martin’s skin and some of the weed from the bong.
Tad brought his hands up to Martin’s knees, touching his bare skin for the first time. Those little hairs on his legs were rather blond. “You ever suck a dick before?” Martin asked. Tad looked up to meet his gaze.
"Only once back at Lanford," he replied, noticing Martin’s boxers twitching, which caused his own twitching in his khakis.
"Yeah," Tad smiled, moving his hands more, rubbing Martin’s knees and inner thighs. Martin returned the smile, reached down under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his erection through the hole in the front. It was the first uncircumcised penis Tad had seen in person.
"Go for it, buddy," Martin said, reaching forward to grab the back of Tad’s head and pull his head closer. Tad’s hand finally reached over and wrapped his fingers around Martin’s shaft as if it were his own dick. He pulled the skin to reveal the head. At this point Tad couldn’t believe he was about to actually suck the cock of a guy he had just met because Quinton got him to buy the guy a drink.
I guess I can thank Quinton for this.
Leaning forward, Tad finally brought his lips to Martin’s dick and tried his best to not still seem like a total beginner. At least this wasn’t his first time, right?
Tad racked his brain quickly for the kinds of things he saw in porn. He continued to jerk whatever he didn’t have in his mouth with his right hand, while his left hand fiddled with Martin’s waistband and rubbed up his side and stomach. Encouraged by the hand tangled in his hair, he tried to swallow the whole dick until his nose was in Martin’s pubic hair. He ended up gagging a bit and had a tiny coughing fit, but at least he tried!
"Faster, Tad. That feels good." Suddenly Tad wondered about Martin cumming. Was he going to announce he would climax or just cum into Tad’s mouth in a surprise? Tad had never tasted another man’s cum, and was a little hesitant. He definitely did not like the taste of his own. "Hold on, Tad," Martin whimpered, his eyes closed tight as Tad looked up. Tad’s cock was throbbing in his boxer briefs, like Martin’s was in front of Tad’s face.
"Yeah, I’m good. Stand up for me." Getting up from his knees, Martin stood as well, and told Tad to sit down in the chair. This time Martin kneeled down in front of Tad, reaching out to undo his own pants and pull them down around his ankles.
Oh shit, he wants to blow me?
"Go ahead and run your hand through my hair," Martin joked, since he kept his hair no longer than an inch long. Tad rubbed his hair though, because it was short but soft, and it made him feel more confident. He looked down and drank in the image of a guy between his legs reaching into his blue boxer briefs, about to suck his dick. He wished that it would happen more often.
"You have a good nice cock," grinned Martin, taking it in one hand and jacking it some. His other hand pulled the underwear down to the jeans.
"Thanks," Tad blushed. He focused on his breathing after he noticed his chest expanding so much while looking down. He closed his eyes, keeping his hand on Martin’s head, and letting the warmth of his mouth take him to another world within his mind.
Tad’s first experience with oral sex definitely did not feel as good as this. No wonder everyone was always trying to get laid! It was great!
Tad tried moving his hips to match Martin’s movements, pushing on his head to help the timing. God, it felt amazing. He heard the quiet thumps of Martin wanking in front of him, which turned him on even more. Not even noticing any other part of his body, the only sensations his brain registered were on his dick.
"Push me onto your dick," Martin growled, to which Tad eagerly complied. Letting his hands drop to his sides, Martin let Tad do all the work, pushing his head onto his shaft and letting his dick slide in and out of his mouth at Tad’s discretion.
Martin absolutely loved when his partner took control. But he was always too embarrassed to admit it. Especially because the guys he picked up from bars were always looking to Martin to take control.
Tad’s heart was racing as he face-fucked his guy, letting out his pent up sexual frustration. He didn’t know when he would get another blowjob, so he’d might as well make the most out of this. Especially, when it looks like the other guy likes it.
But Martin pulled away from the blowjob and looked up at Tad. “I’m going to be really blunt here. I want to you fuck me. Is that alright?” he stated, standing up and holding out a hand for Tad to grab.
Kicking off his pants and the rest of his clothes, he led Tad back to his bedroom, where he closed the door behind them, and walked over to his nightstand.
"You a top or vers or what?" Martin wondered aloud, grabbing a condom and some lube from a drawer.
Standing mostly naked in this stranger’s apartment bedroom, Tad didn’t really know, since he had never been in a situation like this.
Martin turned around and strolled back to Tad, throwing the supplies on the bed. “You wanna fuck me?”
"Good. Come over here then," he replied, dragging Tad to his queen sized bed. "Scoot up and stay hard." Tad slowly pumped his cock next to Martin in the middle of the bed. He watched him unwrap the condom, find the right side up, and reach over for Tad’s own dick. It felt weird having someone put a condom on you. Actually it felt weird wearing a condom. He’d only ever done it once.
"You’re really hot," Tad blurted out, trying to fill the silence. Martin laughed, pulling the condom all the way down and reaching for the lube.
"Thanks, buddy, you’re not too bad yourself." He scooted back off the bed, getting up and heading towards the bathroom. "Give me a sec. Stay hard ‘cause I don’t want to put that condom back on you."
After a minute, Martin returned to the bed. “Lay down on your back.”
"Okay," Tad complied, letting Martin climb on top of him and straddle his hips. Martin’s hard dick point out towards Tad. He had never seen anything so erotic. It turned him on in so many ways.
Tad stayed speechless, however, as he watched Martin squeeze out lube on his fingers and reach over to prepare himself for sex. He was fingering himself, he said, so he could actually fit Tad’s dick.
This was the part you don’t see in porn, I guess.
"You ready?" Tad asked, trying to be polite.
"Yeah. Just let me run things, eh? I know you’re still new at this." Tad nodded, and laid back. Martin moved down until Tad’s dick rested against his ass. Tad closed his eyes, trying to envision everything that was going on from the feelings on his cock. Martin pushed down, trying to keep his anus open, letting Tad’s dick inside him.
"You can just flush it," Martin offered from the bedroom. Tad tied his used condom up, glanced one more time at the cum inside, and flushed it down the toilet. His heart rate had only then begun to slow. Walking back into the room, he saw Martin up from the bed and looking through his drawer.
"I’m looking for my cigarettes," he stated, turning towards his dresser. Tad took a seat on the edge of the bed. "You want one?"
"No thanks," Tad replied.
"Shit, I think I left ‘em in the kitchen," he thought aloud, strolling out of the room. Not knowing if he was returning or not, Tad elected to wait a bit and see if Martin would return. Sitting in silence, naked, in someone else’s bedroom seemed awkward and strange, so Tad just grabbed his shirt and walked out to join Martin.
He was smoking out through an open window, turned away from Tad. He couldn’t help himself but stare at Martin’s ass. It was very sexy.
Martin turned to see Tad putting on his shirt. “The rest of your clothes are next to the chair,” he said.
"Right, thanks." Fully dressed and slipping his shoes on, Martin finished his cigarette and joined him, still naked, in the living room.
"This was fun," Martin grinned. "I’m glad you bought me that drink."
"We should definitely do this again."
"How about tomorrow night? I got another gig at the same bar as tonight. Meet me there around the same time," Martin explained. Tad lit up, excited to have sex a second night in a row. "Hand me your phone." Martin put his number in Tad’s phone, and texted himself so he had Tad’s number.
"So you’ll text me later?" Tad asked, standing up and taking his phone which Martin held out for him.
"Yeah, sure. See ya tomorrow night," Martin replied, getting up as well.
"Yeah. See ya." Not knowing what else to do, Tad nodded at Martin and headed for the door.
