It started with a curiosity I couldn’t shake. What’s it like? That question had been buzzing in my head for weeks, maybe months. I’d told myself it was just a passing thought, something I’d forget about eventually. But tonight, the curiosity won. I found myself standing outside an adult cinema, the neon sign flickering faintly in the dim light. The kind of place where no one asked questions, where people went to disappear for a while. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew I couldn’t walk away.The air inside was thick, the faint hum of a projector in the background. The seats were scattered, shadows of people sitting alone or in pairs, their faces obscured by the darkness. My heart was pounding as I took a seat near the back, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. What the hell am I doing here? I leaned back, trying to look casual, but every nerve in my body was on edge.It didn’t take long for me to notice him. A man, probably in his late 30s, sitting a few rows ahead. He glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met for a split second before he looked away. That was all it took. A spark of something I hadn’t felt before—nervous excitement, maybe even anticipation. I couldn’t stop staring at him, the way he shifted in his seat, the way his hand rested on his thigh. Is he looking at me too?Minutes passed, or maybe it was seconds—time felt strange in there. Then, slowly, he stood up. My breath caught as he walked toward me, his movements deliberate but unhurried. He stopped by my seat, his eyes locking with mine again. “You waiting for someone?” His voice was low, smooth, and it sent a shiver down my spine.I hesitated, my throat suddenly dry. “No. Just… watching.”He smirked, leaning slightly closer. “Mind if I join you?”I nodded, unable to find the words. He slid into the seat next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The air between us felt charged, electric. I could smell his cologne, something warm and spicy, and it made my head spin.“Name’s Marco,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.“Carlo,” I replied, my own voice sounding foreign to me.He leaned back, his leg brushing against mine. “First time here, Carlo?”I swallowed hard, nodding again. “Yeah. Just… curious.”He chuckled softly, and the sound sent a jolt through me. “Curiosity’s a dangerous thing,” he said, his hand resting on the armrest between us, his fingers inches from mine. “But it’s also… exciting, isn’t it?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was racing, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. His fingers moved, grazing my hand, and I froze. His touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a wave of heat through me. What are you doing? Are you really going to let this happen?“You ever been with a guy before?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.I shook my head, my mouth dry. “No. Never.”He smiled, slow and knowing. “You’re curious,” he said again, his fingers tracing a line up my arm. “I can tell. There’s a look in your eyes—like you’re on the edge of something, ready to jump.”I didn’t know what to say. He was right, but admitting it out loud felt impossible. Instead, I let my body answer for me, leaning slightly into his touch. That was all the invitation he needed.His hand moved to my thigh, his fingers warm through the fabric of my jeans. “Relax,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Just let me show you.”I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve stood up and walked out. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. His hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans, and I let out a shaky breath. “Marco…” I started, but my voice faltered.“Shh,” he whispered, his other hand cupping the back of my neck. “Just trust me.”And I did. Against every instinct, every thought screaming in my head, I let him guide me. His lips brushed against mine, soft at first, then more insistent. I kissed him back, tentative at first, but then with a hunger I didn’t know I had. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders.He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re doing great,” he said, his hand moving to my zipper. “Just let me take care of you.”I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he unzipped my jeans and reached inside. His fingers wrapped around me, and I let out a low groan, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck,” I muttered, my head falling back against the seat.He chuckled, his thumb rubbing circles over the head of my cock. “You like that?” he asked, his voice teasing.I nodded again, unable to form words. His hand moved slowly, his touch firm but not rough, and I felt like I was on fire. My fists clenched at my sides, my body trembling with need. I’ve never felt like this before. Is this what it’s supposed to be like?He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You ever sucked a guy off before?”I shook my head, my heart racing. “No,” I whispered.“Want to try?” he asked, his voice low and tempting.I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. But then I looked into his eyes, and something shifted. I want this. I nodded, and he smiled, guiding me down.My knees hit the floor, and I felt a rush of adrenaline as I looked up at him. He unzipped his jeans, and my breath caught as he pulled himself out. He was thick, his cock straining against his hand, and I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Can I even do this?He ran a hand through my hair, his voice soft but commanding. “Just take it slow,” he said. “Use your tongue, and don’t forget to breathe.”I nodded, my hands trembling as I took him in my hand. He was warm, his skin smooth, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as I leaned in. The first touch of my lips on him sent a jolt through me, but then I relaxed, letting my instincts take over.I licked him slowly, from the base to the tip, tasting him for the first time. He groaned softly, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”I took him into my mouth, hesitating for a moment before sinking down. He was big, and I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I kept going, taking more of him in, my tongue moving against him. His grip on my hair tightened, and I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder.“Fuck, Carlo,” he muttered, his hips thrusting slightly. “You’re a natural.”I kept going, my hands gripping his thighs as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and he groaned, his body tensing.“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”I didn’t. I kept going, my mouth working him until he let out a low groan, his hips jerking as he came. I felt him spill into my mouth, and I swallowed, my own cock throbbing with need. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and I licked my lips, tasting him.“That was…” he started, but then he stopped, shaking his head. “Fuck, Carlo. You’re amazing.”I sat back on my heels, my heart still racing. “I… I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted, my voice shaky.He smiled, running a hand through my hair. “Well, you’re a quick learner,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “And I think you’re ready for…”

I wandered into an adult cinema out of curiosity, where I met a man named Marco. Our encounter grew intimate as he guided me through my first sexual experience with another man, culminating in oral sex. The chapter ends with Marco hinting at more to come.

It started with a curiosity I couldn’t shake. _What’s it like?_ That question had been buzzing in my head for weeks, maybe months. I’d told myself it was just a passing thought, something I’d forget about eventually. But tonight, the curiosity won. I found myself standing outside an adult cinema, the neon sign flickering faintly in the dim light. The kind of place where no one asked questions, where people went to disappear for a while. __I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew I couldn’t walk away.__

The air inside was thick, the faint hum of a projector in the background. The seats were scattered, shadows of people sitting alone or in pairs, their faces obscured by the darkness. My heart was pounding as I took a seat near the back, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. _What the hell am I doing here?_ I leaned back, trying to look casual, but every nerve in my body was on edge.

It didn’t take long for me to notice him. A man, probably in his late 30s, sitting a few rows ahead. He glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met for a split second before he looked away. That was all it took. A spark of something I hadn’t felt before—nervous excitement, maybe even anticipation. I couldn’t stop staring at him, the way he shifted in his seat, the way his hand rested on his thigh. _Is he looking at me too?_

Minutes passed, or maybe it was seconds—time felt strange in there. Then, slowly, he stood up. My breath caught as he walked toward me, his movements deliberate but unhurried. He stopped by my seat, his eyes locking with mine again. __“You waiting for someone?”__ His voice was low, smooth, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I hesitated, my throat suddenly dry. “No. Just… watching.”

He smirked, leaning slightly closer. “Mind if I join you?”

I nodded, unable to find the words. He slid into the seat next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The air between us felt charged, electric. I could smell his cologne, something warm and spicy, and it made my head spin.

“Name’s Marco,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Carlo,” I replied, my own voice sounding foreign to me.

He leaned back, his leg brushing against mine. “First time here, Carlo?”

I swallowed hard, nodding again. “Yeah. Just… curious.”

He chuckled softly, and the sound sent a jolt through me. “Curiosity’s a dangerous thing,” he said, his hand resting on the armrest between us, his fingers inches from mine. “But it’s also… exciting, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was racing, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. His fingers moved, grazing my hand, and I froze. His touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a wave of heat through me. _What are you doing? Are you really going to let this happen?_

“You ever been with a guy before?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.

I shook my head, my mouth dry. “No. Never.”

He smiled, slow and knowing. “You’re curious,” he said again, his fingers tracing a line up my arm. “I can tell. There’s a look in your eyes—like you’re on the edge of something, ready to jump.”

I didn’t know what to say. He was right, but admitting it out loud felt impossible. Instead, I let my body answer for me, leaning slightly into his touch. That was all the invitation he needed.

His hand moved to my thigh, his fingers warm through the fabric of my jeans. __“Relax,”__ he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Just let me show you.”

I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve stood up and walked out. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. His hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans, and I let out a shaky breath. “Marco…” I started, but my voice faltered.

“Shh,” he whispered, his other hand cupping the back of my neck. “Just trust me.”

And I did. Against every instinct, every thought screaming in my head, I let him guide me. His lips brushed against mine, soft at first, then more insistent. I kissed him back, tentative at first, but then with a hunger I didn’t know I had. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re doing great,” he said, his hand moving to my zipper. “Just let me take care of you.”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he unzipped my jeans and reached inside. His fingers wrapped around me, and I let out a low groan, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck,” I muttered, my head falling back against the seat.

He chuckled, his thumb rubbing circles over the head of my cock. “You like that?” he asked, his voice teasing.

I nodded again, unable to form words. His hand moved slowly, his touch firm but not rough, and I felt like I was on fire. My fists clenched at my sides, my body trembling with need. _I’ve never felt like this before. Is this what it’s supposed to be like?_

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You ever sucked a guy off before?”

I shook my head, my heart racing. “No,” I whispered.

“Want to try?” he asked, his voice low and tempting.

I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. But then I looked into his eyes, and something shifted. _I want this._ I nodded, and he smiled, guiding me down.

My knees hit the floor, and I felt a rush of adrenaline as I looked up at him. He unzipped his jeans, and my breath caught as he pulled himself out. He was thick, his cock straining against his hand, and I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. _Can I even do this?_

He ran a hand through my hair, his voice soft but commanding. “Just take it slow,” he said. “Use your tongue, and don’t forget to breathe.”

I nodded, my hands trembling as I took him in my hand. He was warm, his skin smooth, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as I leaned in. The first touch of my lips on him sent a jolt through me, but then I relaxed, letting my instincts take over.

I licked him slowly, from the base to the tip, tasting him for the first time. He groaned softly, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”

I took him into my mouth, hesitating for a moment before sinking down. He was big, and I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I kept going, taking more of him in, my tongue moving against him. His grip on my hair tightened, and I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder.

“Fuck, Carlo,” he muttered, his hips thrusting slightly. “You’re a natural.”

I kept going, my hands gripping his thighs as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and he groaned, his body tensing.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my mouth working him until he let out a low groan, his hips jerking as he came. I felt him spill into my mouth, and I swallowed, my own cock throbbing with need. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and I licked my lips, tasting him.

“That was…” he started, but then he stopped, shaking his head. “Fuck, Carlo. You’re amazing.”

I sat back on my heels, my heart still racing. “I… I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted, my voice shaky.

He smiled, running a hand through my hair. “Well, you’re a quick learner,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “And I think you’re ready for…”

Carlo, a curious straight man, steps into an adult cinema, drawn by a lingering fascination.  

There, he meets Marco, a confident stranger, who guides him through a forbidden first encounter.  

Their intense connection leads Carlo to explore his desires, culminating in a passionate, transformative experience.

Straight Guy's First Gay Experience

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