The Organ Player

This is how it stands: I've known an Organ Player (and frequent church goer) for almost two years. The Internet has, over the years, facilitated many friendships of which this particular one is rather successful.

Met him for the first time yesterday, the town, Nottingham (although he himself is an Yorkshire man). Before you ask, yes I was disappointed, not a single cream cake or Yorkshire pudding in site. Pah.

Meeting somebody where the sole purpose of the union is to have sex would be a first for me. Others have merely been dates, the occasional drink or maybe even a boogie. It took me an hour to get to Nottingham. Not because it's particularly far away but because the planned engineering works, of which I was unaware, threw a spanner in the works, my works.

And now for the...

'Tell me something, what's your fantasy?' I asked, 'what would you like to do?'
'I don't know, anything. I'm easy' came his reply.

It's worth mentioning that I'd always known that the Organ player would let me do whatever I wanted with him. It had been understood that this meeting was to allow ME to explore in a comfortable environment with somebody I knew relatively well. Looking back, I wish he'd had a firmer idea of what he wanted, or at least a few suggestions to throw about in our sexual frenzy.

'Lie down and let me blindfold you' I demanded. Two seconds and there he was, at my mercy.
Surprisingly, I haven't yet found myself in a position where the man was completely submissive, completely willing to do whatever I wanted. I suppose I could have been an axe murderer. So you'll excuse me for spending a mini-second without a clue what to do with his phallus wrapped in his jeans.

Taking my tongue, I ran it over his lips. Carefully, I positioned my legs over his and felt his erection push through his jeans and into my thigh. As I undressed him, the need to kiss him grew stronger and stronger. In my experience (Ha!), kissing makes one greedy for more. Therefore, kisses without the promise of something further are a cock tease.

His cock bulged through his CK boxers (a common trend I'm coming to realise within the gay community). It was big, with an extra pink bell end, a piss hole big enough to push the end of my finger into and foreskin which left my mouth two seconds after the bell end did. Hairy balls and a firm sack finished off the package rather well. Tick.

As the kisses grew deeper and more fierce (I've decided kissing is better with tongues, for it yields great ammunition), It became a task to draw myself away and as i took him into my mouth it hit me: this the first ever blow job I've given. And the voice within (let's call her Ethel) screamed 'Make sure you're good.' This had me thinking. What, if any, standards could a virgin possibly set himself in the art of oral sex, other than to suck with varying rhythms? I tried, and I got better and better. Although, I should point out, having a cock inside your mouth is the strangest sensation. The taste is manly, and grungy. Not quite the taste of public urinal I'd always envisaged. Thank heavens.

'I want you to suck me off. I want to fuck your mouth'. As I guided his head down my chest and thrusted into his mouth I came to realise that, in fact, this was an amazing blow job I was receiving. When your body squirms and you can barely keep your eyes open, well, I've taken it as a good sign. The best blow jobs require the best tongue maneuvers. The wetter the better. And variation. Licking here, sucking there, taking in the shaft at different lengths. A synchronised blow job and hand job is, in fact, perfect, if done with the intentions of a master.

'Actually, I do have a fantasy. Let's take this to the shower' said the organ player. And as the water crashed over our naked bodies I felt myself slowly forget about the outside world. In that one moment I recall just the sex and nothing else.

Fingers up the bottom are also a new thing, despite my many threats to shove a courgette up there in preparation. If done properly, it can make your body quiver. Although, I would advise: Putting a carrot up your bottom further day by day, say over a week, would prepare you fully and really, It's not so bad, all said and done.

And then we went for dinner. A Mexican (Las Iguanas). He's a foodie you see, like moi. Always a great thing. This was then followed by a film. We saw 'Perfume' I was gripped and would recommend it, if only for the unexpected orgy right at the end!

Upon returning to our hotel room, the sex continued. Wanking and sucking and nibbling, bodies melding, heat forming, desire frothing. Another strange thing is this. Having somebody else wank your cock, when you've spent the entirety of your life perfecting your own hand strokes, can prove rather unusual and frustrating at first. The immediate reaction would be to say 'Here, let me do it'. But sex was never meant to be a selfish act, was it?

Also, It's such a weird thing to walk around the room naked, without a care in the world, whilst somebody else is there watching you. Sexual comfort is therefore, in my opinion, all that is required to lose inhibitions and shed insecurities. If he can see you walk around with a raging hard on, anybody can.

And finally, I poked him. What the Norwegian wouldn't let me do, the Organ Player happily did. Granted, not for long.

'I like the moments leading up to it, and after it, but just not during it.' Aww bless I thought, 'we don't have to if you don't want to. The last thing I want to do it hurt you'. He wouldn't have it, and, after putting on a condom like a pro, he guided me inside. The pain on his face was more than I could bare and it was over in minutes. Sex shouldn't be painful. Period.

The affair sexuale then ended with a mid morning wank, quick, efficient and damn horny. Needless to say, the cum stained sheets will give the cleaner something to talk about. Poor love.

I don't know whether there was any sexual chemistry. I think there was understanding, and carefulness. The one thing I could have done with was a certain amount of ferocity. The kind from which you never again emerge. It would also be quite nice for somebody other than the virgin to take control.

Having said that, I'm now open. the mission has been accomplished and I had a great time with a person I liked. The foundations have been laid and all that remains is to build, plaster and decorate.