For the amount of fantasizing I’d done about it over the years, I couldn’t believe how easy this was. Here in the doorway of my hotel room was a young man with a folded massage table in one hand and my telephone number in the other, about to take my anal virginity, as easily as I write up an insurance contract.

I was in a bit of a daze as we chatted and ordered drinks from room service. When he finally set up his table and asked if I’d like him to strip, I nodded with my heart beating hard in my temples. It had taken courage to say what I really wanted to the guy answering the phone for the massage — but I was sure glad I had.

Here was this Adonis, Chip, standing directly in front of me, and I saw that his cock was large and growing. He slowly stroked it with his hand and I watched, fascinated, as it swelled to a full erection. I had never seen another man’s erection before. I had seen hundreds of limp ones in various gyms on the road, but had always politely averted my gaze in a kind of unspoken guy etiquette. Besides, at those times I wasn’t interested.

This time, though, I didn’t look away. I had a license to stare, and stare I did. Chip’s cock was perfectly proportioned: long and heavy, with a thick, purple circumcised head. It looked about as big around as a shovel handle, standing up stittly from a tangled nest of dark blond pubic hair. The head looked like a giant gumdrop.

He stepped up to me and wordlessly held his cock to my face. It touched me gently on the lips, and I closed my eyes and gave it a timid lick. It jumped and hit me in the nose, and he held it down, offering it to me. I opened my mouth, and he pushed it inside. I didn’t stop to think, I just started to suck on it, moving my lips on the warm shaft. I covered my teeth with my lips like my girlfriends had always done, and bobbed my head up and down. I heard Chip moan, and felt his hands entwine in my hair.

I loved it. It was what I had always wanted to do to myself, but couldn’t. Any guy who says he wouldn’t suck his own cock if he could is lying, plain and simple. Now I was being given the opportunity to suck a beautiful penis in all its glory, and I really went to town. I tried to take it all the way into my throat, but only got two thirds in. I pushed down on it, trying to take it deeper, nearly gagging on the bulbous head. Chip pulled back until just the head was in my mouth, and I sucked and licked at the hole in the end, tasting the sweet, sticky nectar oozing out.

He pulled back, letting his cock bob in the air as it dripped with my saliva. He walked behind me, and gently positioned me on his leather-covered table. He told me to relax, and I felt his hands on my ass. I watched in the mirror as he poured oil from a bottle into his hands. He gently placed his hands on my ass and started a soothing massage, working the oil into my cheeks. “My, you’ve stayed in pretty good shape!” he said with a whistle of admiration.

I daydreamed, imagining this blond god, now kneading my naked rear, upended over my wife’s lap. Startled back to the present, I felt Chip’s fingers stray purposefully into the crack between my buttocks. He touched my anus with an oily finger, and it clenched involuntarily. He gently pushed his finger in, opening me up, and eventually I felt my little muscle relax. He gradually worked the oil into my anus, pushing his long finger in, twisting it from side to side, adding more oil from time to time.

I lay there, all my feeling concentrated in my ass, my slippery anus clutching at Chip’s finger. I buried my face in the table, smiling a secret smile, wiggling my ass in encouragement. This was the fulfillment beyond my wildest imagination of some long-held secret fantasies. I clamped down on Chip’s finger, drawing my attention back to the imminent loss of my anal virginity at the hands of this handsome professional.

A second finger was added to the first in my ass. Chip gradually pushed them deep inside me, then added a third finger. It was tighter and more intense, and I had to concentrate on relaxing. Breathing fast, I looked in the mirror and saw Chip, his cock a rigid barb on his golden body, looking intently at his fingers disappearing into my ass. I closed my eyes and groaned, knowing what was coming next. I was nearly frantic for it.

His fingers slipped out. I felt the table move, and I knew he was poised above me. Then I felt the weight of his body on me as he moved his arms around my chest, lifting and hugging me tight. His thighs pressed down on mine and his rigid cock slid between my buttocks. I felt him lift up and prod me with his head, searching for my virgin anus. He found it.

My ass was full of cock, the head buried deep in my rectum. My anus was stretched tight, spasmodically clenching the oily base of a man’s erect penis for the first time. It was incredible. I didn’t feel any pain, just an intense fullness a thousand times better than any candle I had wielded in my youth. Chip ground his hips on my ass, working to stuff more of his cock into my body, and I wriggled on the table, pushing my ass back as actively as I could. He reared back, sliding his cock out until only the head was still inside me, then drove it back deep inside, pausing at the end to grind the last ounce of cock into my inexperienced ass.

I willed myself to relax. Chip began to fuck me, to really fuck me, sliding his cock in and out of my ass. My own cock was rock-hard, jammed between me and the table with no one to touch it. I was desperate to touch my cock, to stroke it, but I could not. It was heavy and thick, pulsing. I felt it jumping of its own accord, jerking with each thrust, as if the swollen head of Chip’s cock was pushing a switch deep in the walls of my rectum. It swelled until I thought its skin might burst.

I looked in the mirror at Chip humping me, eager to watch his cock piercing my buttocks. He looked so intense, supporting his torso on outstretched arms, his own muscled buttocks clenching as he drove his cock into my ass. I dropped my head to the table, closing my eyes. The friction was intense. My cock was frantic for stimulation, but his weight pinned me to the table. He hugged me tighter, fucking me with powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his hips. My asshole was wide open, and he fucked me hard, lifting my hips up off the table with the root of his cock with each energetic thrust.

The friction was driving me crazy; it was hot, it was intense, it was too much! It didn’t hurt, but it was approaching sensory overload. I closed my eyes and just let it happen, half groaning, half yelping with each powerful thrust. From what seemed like very far away, I felt something approaching, and I realized with astonishment that it was an orgasm, creeping toward me from the depths of my body. I couldn’t touch my cock, yet still, somehow, the orgasm was approaching.

I lay there gasping, frantically pushing my ass back to meet Chip’s forceful thrusts, and suddenly, involuntarily, my anus clenched hard in his cock, triggering an explosion in my body. I felt my orgasm jump up and envelop me, attack my body from a completely unknown place, rising out of the depths of my soul.

I cried out over and over as it hit me. My anus spasmed, clutching fitfully at the pistoning shaft of Chip’s cock. My balls tightened and my cock spurted jet after jet of come. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but he held me tightly and hunched his cock into me, moaning in my ear, finally jabbing his cock deep into my ass and filling my rectum with his semen. I felt him jerk and spasm, spurting the last of his come into me. He collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, exhausted, his full weight pressing me into the table.

I was startled out of my dreamy reverie by Chip calling me by the false name I had given for myself. It was strange to hear it, since all in all this had been such an important event in my life.

Afterward, Chip was friendly but very businesslike, and while I was experiencing this jumble of emotions, he cleaned up and said he had another appointment. I asked if I could see him again when I was in town, and he said sure, and gave me his card. After he left, I realized what a whirlwind of sexual sensations and sense memories tonight has been, and just needed to share them with somebody — who better than the readers of Variations?