A New World by creativeboyinspring
“Oh! H-H-Hi. I’m…I’m…I’m here to see Bill?” I stammer out as the person who opens the door isn’t who I thought it would be. At once my face flushes and a wave of embarrassment comes over me. This feels weird as I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. I’m a 35 year old professional male who heads up his own team at work. I rarely get flustered or embarrassed.
“Ok,” the 20-something woman says with something like a shrug. She had opened the door just a crack to see who I was. Once I say this, she opens it more to let me get a better look at her.
“He’ll be right back, had to run to the store,” she says and opens the front door of the house all the way to invite me in. When she first opened the door she had a concerned look like she might be worried I was a criminal or something, but now she brushes all that off and treats me as harmless.
She walks back into the house going down the front hallway as she looks at her cell. Before I follow, I take a deep breath. Am I really doing this? Do I want to do this? This would be a good time to back out. All I would have to do is turn and walk back to my car.
My name is Devon, and I’m doing something today I’ve never done before. It’s something that most would say is dangerous. Well, it is dangerous. You see, I’ve had plenty of sexual experiences with girls, dozens in fact…but none with a guy. Now, I don’t think I’m gay or anything, not even bisexual, but I am curious. I find myself aroused by guys at the weirdest of times. And so I thought to solve this, I would have a brief sexual encounter with no strings attached.
I posted on Reddit about how I was feeling. From there and the responses I got, I decided to post in my town’s subreddit. From there plenty of guys reached out saying they were interested in giving me my first time with a guy. Most didn’t really listen to be honest. They just wanted me to perform oral on them, and never responded to questions so I had to ghost them.
And then there was one guy that stuck out. His name was Bill. He explained how he knew what I was feeling as he felt the same at one time. He explained how he believed sexuality was more like a percentage than anything solid. The way he told it, he said he was 30% gay, in which every blue moon he would want to do something with a guy, but the rest of the time he wanted women.
He listened to me and even asked questions. Unlike the others he wanted to know what I was after, and what I didn’t like. He understood a lot that I didn’t even say, such as how I liked the idea of being with a dominate man as I tend to be dominant with women. That I don’t mind if it gets rough, but that I want it to start gentle and so on.
From our exchange we decided to meet and, well, you know, have a session together. He suggested his house to make me feel more comfortable as I could leave and he would never know anything about me, such as where I lived and whatnot. I sort of wanted a hotel room, but the thought of people seeing me go in with another man was a bit intimidating, so I decided to go to his house.
“What you want with Bill?” The woman asks as she sits on the couch in the living room. She again is looking at her cell and not at me. There’s two couches in the living room, both looking at each other.
There’s something about her that seems special. Granted, looking at her doesn’t really do anything for me. She’s an average looking woman. She’s white, a little thick with long blond hair. She wears a tshirt and shorts, which look sort of like lazy clothes. Yet something about her makes her stand out, but I can’t say what.
“Oh, n-n-nothing,” I answer, too embarrassed to say something like, “he’s going to show me the world of gay sex.” I’m also embarrassed to say this because, well, I think I’m kinda attracted to her. She’s not my normal type, but something about her and how thick she appears is very hot. That she is in proportion, just a bit larger instead of overweight.
My answer must seem odd to her because she looks up from her cell to look at me. Her brown eyes look directly into mine, saying without words that she doesn’t like my answer. She continues to stare at me, wanting more. This worries me as what if she decides to kick me out?
“We, ummm, we met on Reddit. Just going to hang out for a bit, you know?” I say now, thinking this is a better answer. Make it vague and vaguer until it is the vaguest.
Her face tightens for a moment as she thinks about this. Then suddenly she nods as if completely understanding. She even gets a bit of a smile.
“Ahhh, friends with benefits,” she says and goes back to looking at her cell. This sort of hits me in a weird way, making me feel extremely vulnerable. A friend with benefits? No. That’s not what we are at all. Hell, I don’t know what we are, but I would say it’s more of a one-time stand thing.
“First time, right? Yeah, it’s your first time,” She asks as her fingers type away at her cell. I nearly ask what makes her say this, but don’t as I know. It’s clear to see as nervous as I am. Sure some guys can act confident no matter what, but that’s not me. Sure, at work I can BS my way through anything, but not in a new world of sexuality.
About a minute goes by as I stand here, not sure what to do. A part of me wants to sit on the couch opposite of her, but that feels wrong. In a way, I don’t want to get any closer to her as I’m scared she might react bad, or that I’ll come across as a creep. So I stand behind the couch, trying to look as if I’m interested in looking at the bland, middle-American decor of this house.
“Well, you might as well take off your clothes,” the woman tells me while taping at her cell. This dumbfounds me and I stare at her thinking I misheard. Did she tell me to remove my clothes? Surely not. I must be that freaked out by all this I heard her say such an off the wall thing.
“I’m s-sorry, what?” I ask, a bit taken back. The woman keeps looking at her cell as she taps her response or comment or whatever it is. When finished she lowers it and looks at me.
“Your clothes, take them off,” she tells me, but says it in a manner that implies I might have a learning disorder. There’s that hint of annoyance from her that I’m not getting what she is saying.
I clearly heard her this time. And normally I would love it if a woman tells me to remove my clothes but this time it scares me. Not scares me like I think she will kill me, but that whole thing might be a mistake.
“I…I…I…I’ll w-w-wait, if you don’t m-m-mind,” I stammer out, in utter disbelief. Feeling like I’m in the twilight zone, I feel my cock get very hard in my jeans. It was already headed that way, but her unexpected demand pushed it far over the edge.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been told to remove my clothes. A couple of times it was while in a hospital, but the rest was with a lover. Despite being experienced in sex, this isn’t a demand my lovers would make. And hearing her make it is far more arousing than I thought could be possible.