Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2018 14:40:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Bill Potts Subject: House Hunter The following is based in a, true story. Names have been changed but otherwise this pretty much details my first M4M experience. Enjoy. House Hunter In 1987 I was 25 years old. I had a nice waterfront property in the south west of England which I shared with my live in girlfriend. The property was small, only one bedroom but still I felt like I was making a success of my life. There was just one problem I hadn't dealt with, I was closeted bisexual. In terms of having sex with other men I was still a virgin. Back then there was no internet and being bi or gay was much less accepted than it is today. As a naturally shy person this had made entering the world of casual hookups difficult for me. When traveling to London I occasionally looked for a gay pub I'd found in Time Out magazine but in the end I always chickened out when it came to going into a pub by myself. In those days I was 6 feet tall, slim, smooth and fit from doing sports seven days a week. This helped me attract girls and had I known then what I know now I'm sure I'd have attracted plenty of men too. Until 1987 this had not been the case. In the autumn of 1987 I decided I was living too far from my favorite pubs and Indian restaurants. Regularly traveling some distance home in the dark while drunk didn't seem the smartest thing I could be doing. I started looking for a new place to live. After several weeks of viewing frankly awful flats in poorly converted houses I was getting frustrated. One flat I hadn't viewed kept showing up in the local paper. The flat had a good description but looked appalling in the accompanying photograph. Because of the poor picture I'd never viewed it. Out of desperation I set up an appointment to see the flat. Back then it was normal to meet the flat owner for a tour of the property without dragging along an annoying estate agent. As I lived in a the center of a city congested by traffic I tended to mostly travel locally by bicycle. I didn't give the weather a second thought when I set out for the viewing on my bike. With less than a mile to go the heavens opened. It started to pour with rain. I sheltered under a bridge for a while but when the rain showed no sign of abating I bit the bullet and continued on my journey. By the time I reached the flat I was drenched. Shivering I knocked on the door. A big bear of a man opened the door and after brief introductions - his name was Eric - he ushered me into hallway with linoleum flooring. We stood in silence, watching me drip rainwater onto the floor. Eric spoke first and suggested he should dry my clothes in his drier in the kitchen to save making the carpeted areas of his flat wet too. As I was used to being naked in changing rooms with other men I thought nothing of it as I stripped down to my boxer shorts and t shirt. Eric took my bundle of clothes and disappeared along the hallway. Now I had time to think about it I felt a bit awkward stood in a strangers hallway wearing so few clothes. Eric soon returned and asked where I'd like to start. I said nothing, I was confused. I thought, "start what?" Thankfully Eric took the lead and suggested we start the tour of the flat in the living room. The room was large with a fire that warmed me nicely. I stood close to the fire as I surveyed the room. It was nicely furnished and had a big couch in front of the fire. I was roused from my reverie by the front door opening and closing. A younger man, younger than me walked into the living room. The new arrival stared at me. He didn't look happy. "Eric, who is this?" the young man demanded. "Is this what you when I'm not here, audition guys to replace me?" he continued. Eric spoke up, "David, my dear beloved boyfriend, this gentleman, in his boxers and wet t shirt, is here to view the flat. He's looking to buy. His clothes are in the drier because he was caught in the rain." They both paused and then together burst out in uncontrollable laughter which culminated in them hugging and kissing each other. Finally the penny dropped. I now realized they were two gay men, they were lovers. My cock twitched and started to harden. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or say as I stood, scantily clad, facing two gay men holding hands. Alarmingly my cock betrayed what I had started to think. It was now fully hard. David looked me up and down and smiled. He asked if I had a boyfriend too. Unsteadily I found my voice and protested that I did not have a boyfriend because I was straight and I only dated girls. "Damn", I thought, "I'm such a coward." Eric wrinkled his brow and asked if I was sure about being straight. He said it looked like my hard cock thought otherwise. Stammering I explained I might be bisexual but I'd never acted on it so I wasn't really sure. Eric said, that being straight would be such a waste as I'm a nice looking twink. Eric again pointed out that my shirt was wet but this time he insisted I let him lift it over my head and go put it in the drier. As he raised my shirt his hands felt my body. I jumped and let out an involuntary moan as he brushed my nipples. He acted as if he hadn't noticed and left the room to put my shirt in his drier. While Eric was gone David invited me to sit on the couch. He sat next to me and put his hand on my knee. Embarrassingly my cock popped out of the fly hole in the middle of my boxer shorts just as Eric returned and sat on the other side of me. I was hunched forward on the couch, unable to move, not knowing what to do or say. Eric broke the ice by reaching across me and gently pushing me back into the couch with a hand on each bare shoulder. David took advantage of this distraction to grab hold of my cock with one firm hand. I gasped. I'd never had a man touch my cock before. Why did it feel different to a girl's touch, why did it feel better? I didn't know what to do. I especially didn't know where to put my hands so out of a lack of safe places to put them I placed them on my head. This gesture was mistaken as consent to proceed. Before I knew it my boxers were removed and David was kneeling between my legs stroking my cock. His mouth was so close to my cock. I raised my hips, he understood. He took me in his mouth. I now knew I loved being with men. No more games, no more being with a coy partner who was playing hard to get and pretending to be a nice girl. This was sex and we all knew we wanted sex. I was already moaning when Eric's hands started caressing my body. We were all surprised when I jolted as he touched my nipples. He touched them again and I jolted again. He then started tweaking and twisting my nipples. I started begging Eric not to stop playing with my nipples. I told him I will do anything if you don't stop. Eric stopped! Damn. Eric swapped places with David and told David to suck my nipples. I was in heaven. I had no idea I would be so aroused by my nipples getting some action. By now my legs were on Eric's shoulders. He was licking balls and then he started slowly working his way back until his tongue was in my ass. I was bucking, my arms were now spread on the back of the couch and I was begging them both not to stop. Here I was in a stranger's home naked with two clothed men being given the best sexual experience of my life. Could it get any better than this? Yes it could. Eric stopped, got up, removed his trousers and underwear. He had black hair on his legs and his untrimmed pubic hair was jet black too. His large uncut cock was rock hard. He reached into a drawer for a tub of vaseline. What is that for, I wondered? I soon found out. Eric scooped some vaseline out of the tin and started applying it to my anus. I was only partially focused on my ass as David was now French kissing me. My first man to man kiss. I loved it. A moment later I couldn't help but pay full attention to my ass. Eric was easing his cock into my ass. In the past I'd already had a girlfriend penetrate me with a small vibrator so I was not an complete anal novice but this was so much better. Eric slowly picked up his tempo and as he did so he twisted my nipples. I was in heaven I was moaning and groaning and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched. This was amazing. Eric really picked up speed and at the same time became rougher with my nipples, I couldn't complain I was too far gone with pleasure. Finally Eric tensed and then I felt him shoot in my ass. Amazing. Such a great feeling. I was Eric's bitch and I loved it. For the first time in my life I was exhausted from sex when I hadn't even cum. I just lay there dazed but satisfied. Needless to say I visited the flat many more times and ended up buying it for myself. The three of us had fun together and in larger groups many times over the years until I later moved away. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this story. As you might expect I've had a lot of fun since. These days I quickly lose control and become a slut without limits when my nipples get attention. If I get some positive feedback I'll tell some of the kinkier situations I've been in. Please email me your feedback, Billpotts@ymail.com.