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He was nicely dressed and groomed and he was handsome in a way that I found appealing. One smile in his direction as he walked inside the coffee shop was enough to make him want to sit net to me. Within minutes we were getting to know each other.
We were both Latino; I thought he was Anglo or Italian. You can't tell ethnicity sometimes. You have to wait till the guy tells you. He was very proper in his approach and very traditionally Latino. He later said the same about me; that's the reason I appealed to him so much.
To my surprise after 1/2 hour of light conversation he accepted an invitation to coffee and dessert at my place. He quickly said he's like that. I thought he really wanted dessert. He didn't come across as rabidly sexual and that was part of the charm. I thought for a moment or two that he liked being invited over for coffee and dessert whenever possible.
On my yellow sofa we slowly got closer and closer until he felt the urge to hug me, so I let him. I told him if he continued to full-body hug me so tightly I would get too excited to restrain myself. But he opted for more conversation and intimate moments over coffee and scones.
Then the little series of games began. It's a good thing that I'm flexible and willing to learn new approaches to man-to-man experiences so I played along. He made rules about no shirts coming off. Then he broke them and we were both shirtless 1/2 hour later. Me made rules about no pants off. Those came off as well. His last rule, or so I thought, was that we would not go to bed that night. It was he that suggested 15 minutes later that we go to my bedroom to relax. He called it relaxing and I couldn't figure out till later.
We played show and and tell games and hide the baloney games and finally I said I'd have to pee as I left the bed with my briefs still on and a raging hard on to go with it. He said he'd like to see me in the nude. I complied. We played more of his little games and I was more patient than usual.
We finally did reach orgasm; well he did by getting him hot and bothered when I licked his nipples as he groaned with pleasure. He told me to stop even though it was causing him such pleasure. If I didn't stop, he said, he would ejaculate all over my bed or down his hairy thighs. I couldn't figure out why he'd want me to stop so I gently kept licking his left nipple and he finally shot hot streams of jism into his half-cupped hands as he tried to catch the dripping semen.
He then told me that was the first time he'd ever had sex with a man. He wasn't sure if he should have done so as he was struggling with his sexuality and his Christian upbringing, but he sure wanted to see me again. Had he told me from the start both of these details I would have said that I was not the kind of guy that initiates struggling Christians into man-to-man intimacies since I know first-hand how complicated that struggle can at times be. But he was grateful for the experience. I was relieved that he had taken the first time so well. He said that it couldn't have been with a nicer and more patient guy. I smiled, kissed him in the nude as he waved goodbye and walked through the front door ready for his drive home to his mom and dad, his wife or his empty apartment.
