Paul was a New Yorker and had his own apartment. After drinks with his friend from the strip club, he invited me to his home.

I was crazy nervous, knowing all too well what might be expected of me.

To my surprise, he treated us to popcorn and two episodes of the latest Neil Gaiman show.

Once the credits rolled, he turned to me and said, "If you've never kissed someone before me, I'm assuming that you haven't had sex before."

"No," I breathed.

"I've been with three girls and two guys, so I have a bit more experience than you do," he said.

He was being so practical about it, that it put me at ease, despite my inexperience.

"I really like you," Paul said. "And I'd like to have sex with you but only if and when you're ready."

He actually liked me? This was the second time we'd hung out together but I hadn't completely known where he stood.

"I've thought about it a lot," I said truthfully. "Can we maybe... try?

"Do or do not, there is no try," he said in a flawless Yoda voice.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"How about I take the lead. Let me show you what feels good and then we can take it from there?"

I nodded carefully, not sure how much of a chore this would be for him.

"You know what puts me in the mood?" he asked, standing up and holding out his hand. "A nice warm shower."

He was definitely right!

Paul had carefully explored my body under the warm cascade. His touch electrified my skin and I stepped out of the steam wanting... more.

I sat on my towel on the edge of the bed and he placed his on the ground before kneeling on it. He rubbed my legs up and down, his hands moving closer and closer towards my groin.

It clearly had the desired effect because my dick rose to the occasion effortlessly. Before I knew what was happening, Paul pushed me onto my back and took my throbbing hardon into his mouth.

I watched in fascination, as he swallowed me whole, a plethora of sensations taking over my nervous system.