First Time

When I was about 16 years old, I would often go out partying with friends. We would party at various places, mostly outside in very rural areas, such as the lake (a huge lake inside a national recreation area). Most of my friends had earlier curfews than I did, so on many weekend nights I would be alone at 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. looking for something to do. Usually I would go to an all night game room or find a party that was going late and hang out for a couple of hours. One night, I dropped my last friend off at about 2:00 a.m. at his home and went driving to look for something to do. I was horny so I decided to try to get into a bar (which I could often do because I looked older than 16) and find a woman to have sex with. I failed to get in at the first couple of bars I tried so I drove around a couple of other bars trying to find a busy one to go into. I had about given up when I noticed that a van that I had seen at the last bar seemed to be following me. I drove around to the bar again and the van pulled into the parking lot. As I drove away, it did also. A few blocks away on a side street, it passed me and flashed its headlights, pulling up next to me. I rolled down my window and a man in his mid 20's leaned out the window of the van and asked if I "partied". Well, to me this meant did I smoke marijuana. I asked him if that was what he meant and he said yes but also he meant did I like to party and have a good time in general. I told him I did, and he asked if I wanted to go smoke some marijuana and have a few beers. I was bored and slightly sobering up so I decided that I might as well. I was also very horny and thought that he also might want to have sex. I never was attracted to men but I was somewhat curious and the alcohol was disinheriting me somewhat. I parked my car and got into his van and he handed me a lit joint. We drove around a little bit and he asked if I had ever had sex with a man. I told him I had not and he asked if I wanted to. I told him maybe and asked what he had in mind. He said we could go to his house for a while. Despite the alcohol and my horniness, I did not want to do that. I felt a small sense of danger about going to the operates house and I would have to be home before my parents woke up at 6 am, or so (it was about 3:30 am at that point). I asked him if we could just do something in the van, and he said yes, but not as much. He pulled over on an isolated street and shut out the headlights but kept the van running. He reached over, rubbed my cock through my shorts, and asked if he could pull my shorts down. I lifted my hips off the seat and he pulled them down to my ankles. He then began masturbating me and asked if I wanted him to suck it. I told him yes, even though I felt very weird about it. He put his mouth on it and started giving me an amazing blowjob, going all the way down each time and playing with my balls. He then used some of his spit and wiped it on my ass, and put the tip of his finger in my ass. It was a little uncomfortable, but it seemed to enhance my arousal. It was tight for his finger though and he asked if he could use some vegetable oil on his finger. I told him he could as long as there was a way for me to clean it off me. He produced a brown paper sack from the back of the van that I had not previously noticed, and pulled a large towel and a bottle of vegetable oil from it. He dipped his finger in the bottle a few times, each time wiping some oil on my ass. When everything was really slick, he asked that I open my legs wider and put my feet on the dashboard which I did. He inserted his finger, which went in much easier, and began fingering me and sucking my cock. I was really getting turned on. I had never been so aroused. I began humping my hips into his mouth and on his finger and he inserted his finger deeper and began fingering and sucking me faster. I remember that every now and then he would take his mouth off me and say how beautiful my cock was and then go back down, taking all of it in his mouth. I remember thinking that he seemed almost hungry for it. His enthusiasm was also a turn on and as he began fingering me and sucking me deeper, I soon I felt like I was going to cum. My thoughts raced about what I should do. At that time, I had been given about 5 blowjobs by girls and they had all told me to let them know when I was going to cum so they could pull it out and jack me to orgasm. I thought I should warn him, but I decided not to....thinking that I really didn’t care if he wanted me to cum in his mouth or not, since I was never planning on seeing him again (and I never did). I also noticed that he was jacking off with his free hand while sucking me and fingering me so I decided he must like it. Therefore, when I came, I let it all loose into his mouth and it was incredible. I came a tremendous amount and as I was cumming, I could feel my ass squeezing his finger. He also deep throated me as I was shooting, taking all my cum into his mouth and I assumed he was swallowing it all. When I finished, he licked me a few times and took my dick into his mouth a few times as it softened, he gave me the towel and I cleaned the oil and semen off me. He then asked if I had to pee, and if I did, he wanted me to pee on him....preferably in his mouth. I thought this was VERY odd and I told him I did not need to pee. He took me back to my car and as I was leaving the van, he asked if I was sure I did not have to pee and I told him I did not. He also said that I should not be ashamed of letting a man have sex with me because he had given someone else my age a blowjob on several occasions. He then named one of the friends I had just dropped off!!! I never mentioned it to my friend and I never told him my name. In fact, I have never mentioned it to anyone and have never again had a sexual encounter with another man. I have never found men attractive and still do not. However, occasionally, when the wife is away, I masturbate. Usually I think of having sex with my wife and one of her friends in a threesome or use some porn...but sometimes I masturbate while thinking about that night or thinking about what we would have done if I had went to his home.