me and marcus

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So, I had fantasies for a long time - my technical first time was 12 years old with a friend in his basement and we took turns "butt fucking" each other (i dont think either of us got that hard but we loved it). That was it for 10 years or so until college....

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I had an internship at a nonprofit, where Marcus also had one, but we didn't interact much. I was a skinny, nerdy white kid, and Marcus was a quiet, large-ish black guy with glasses who made small talk with me. I think I knew Marcus was gay (he was open enough about it, iirc). Sometimes at home when jerking off I'd have fantasies about him.

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Anyway, both our times at the nonprofit come to a close. Months go by, and we're friends on Facebook. He messages me one night while I was home alone and drinking. We're chatting about people from our internship, shooting the shit, and he starts making comments like how "he always loved looking at my 'fat ass' in my khakis" and typing 'lol' afterwards, mentioning he knew I was straight. I don't know what came over me, but I WAS horny...

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marcus: yeah I always thought you were hot LOL oh well

me: u should have said something

marcus: oh??

me: haha yeah you never know what someone might say

marcus: damn well im saying something now

me: why dont u come over? its just me here

marcus: seriously?

me: yes

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He started telling me how he couldn't believe it, that it was crazy this was happening (I wasn't the first straight guy he turned)

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45 minutes go by, and I'm getting REALLY nervous now (was this happening? was I gay? etcetcetc). He comes over, and without saying much of anything, he sits down on my couch, and I start giving him a lap dance (I didn't know what else to do). My ass and tight underwear is grinding up against his bulge in his jeans while he gently carresses my back and sides. He eventually slides off his jeans, and I can really feel his bulge now brushing up against my bubble butt (I was skinny, but Marcus was adamant I had a fat ass lol). He grabs me, pulls me closer onto his lap and toward his chest and turns my head around, starting to kiss me slowly but firmly. At this point, I had never kissed a guy, and am in pure adrenaline mode. I let him kiss me, taking it and getting hornier by the second.

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We move to my bed, and Marcus knows what he wants. He slides off my underwear, lays me on my back, and starts rimming and licking my hole. It's like nothing I've ever felt, and his tongue almost feels a little scratchy up against my hole. He's going to town on it, pushing his tongue into my ass as far as it will go. After a few minutes he simply goes: "I want you. Do you want my cock inside you?" I nod without saying anything, and he explains to me the best ways to relax and let his cock get in there. Unfortunately, my inexperience gets the best of me and I can't relax -- it hurts, and Marcus is having a tough time getting consistent thrusts in. Eventually, we settle on me jerking him to completion while licking his cock a little. He knows he'll be back here again anyway, so he's probably in no rush.

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It ends, and Marcus leaves -- but we'd see each other again a couple times. I moved away from my city a few months after that, so we never got as close as I wanted. I ended up getting a girlfriend (Marcus says he always wish he asked me out after all that -- god knows what I would have said, but it's not hard for me to imagine having him as a boyfriend).

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If there's any interest, I'll post part 2....