This is the true story of my 18th birthday and how I lost my virginity to the next door neighbour, a very good friend of my parents. As they say, you always remember your ‘first’ and the memories of that day are as clear now as if it were yesterday, burned deep into my memory.
I woke up as the sun started to shine through my open window. I felt warm and cosy, and I moved under my thin sheet, soaking up the warm rays of the morning sun. My hand moved down and I grabbed my hard dick, without thinking. Then it hit me, the realisation that today I was of age! 18! I would not have to ask my parents for permission, I could do what I liked – well, almost!
I took in the warm sun as I felt my hard cock. As usual in the morning during the summer break, I was not in a hurry, and I let my hands roam freely. Closing my eyes I dreamt of the things I could now do. I grabbed my dick and started to wank as I let my fantasy run free, and soon my nuts started to boil.
My mind produced those hot fantasies again, and while I ran the film in my head, my hands worked my body. I touched all the places I loved to manipulate to give me the pleasure I needed to cum in an explosive orgasm. The old briefs I kept under my pillow were soaked as I shot another fat load of fresh cum into them, moaning and grunting my lust out like an animal. I did not need to be quiet, I was alone at home!
I sat up languidly, still in post orgasmic bliss, breathless, covered in a light sheen of sweat. I knew I needed a shower, and I got up slowly, my still hard teenage dick pointing the way to the bathroom.
I looked myself over in the huge mirror on my wardrobe – one day older and no different! The hairs on my chest had started at 16, matched by the thatch that had developed in my groin – stretching out and around over my buttocks.
I looked pretty fit I thought, thanks to all that sport I did at school. The summer had been hot and the sun had tanned my body – not all over but enough. I drank in my image in the mirror, and again my hands roamed, felt my body, felt my hard well formed muscles. My dick was still hard, and I closed my eyes as I slowly worked it, wondering how someone else' hands might feel.
I wandered lazily into the bathroom, adjusting the water carefully in the shower. As I stepped in I felt the hot water hit my muscles, massaging them, giving me the feeling I loved the most, soaking in the warmth as I caressed my body with hands full of shower gel. I smelled the manly musk of the gel my mom had given me just a few days ago, no longer the sweet odour of my childhood, but manly notes of wood and lemons, just like the stuff my dad used.
As my hands soaped up my body, I let my fingers slip into my arse-crack, and down between my legs. It felt good to finger my forbidden spot, and as I pushed in a finger into my tight muscle ring, I knew I’d done something that felt so good and so wrong at the same time. I moaned as I tried to will down my hard cock. I knew it was wrong, and I knew I had to stop working myself over like that. With a quick turn of the knob I switched the water to cold, ice cold. I gasped, but my dick went down, and I could think straight again.
Mom and Dad were off to work early, as usual, and had left a pile of birthday cards – some containing cash – and a few presents. A note said they would be back at 7 pm so to be ready to go out ‘to dinner’. Of course, I knew they had planned a ‘surprise party for me’! They also said to pop and see ‘Uncle John’ next door.
I knocked on the kitchen door and walked in, as I always did, and shouted out:
“Hi Uncle John, It’s only me, Andrew, from next door”
I heard a muffled “Hi Andrew, I’ll be down in a minute
John came into the kitchen looking rather flushed, red faced, dressed in his usual shorts and t-shirt. I couldn’t help but notice a slight bulge in his shorts and the way his nipples seemed to be erect.
“Happy Birthday Andrew! Now you are no longer a lad, you’re a legal adult!” He said cheerily
“Oh and by the way - John from now on, OK? No more ‘Uncle’”!
“Thanks, er, John”, I grinned.
“That's better! Coffee? Too early for a proper drink – later maybe?” He smiled at me like a conspirator.
“Coffee is good.” I sat and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, making the coffee.
My mind wandered, and my own shorts developed a bulge. I tried to hide it by putting one leg over the other.
From an early age I felt I was probably gay. I never related to girls, being too shy – well besides a few kisses and a hand in a girls knickers and a feel of her ‘cunny’ if a girl was really bold and made the first move. Those girls usually felt up my junk as well and most of them were impressed, some giggled nervously, and some were purely terrified from the pure thought I might force my dick into them, it seemed. But that never happened, I was the perfect Gentleman.
I was more interested in other boys, spying on their ‘pricks’ as we called them. I was watching how mine seemed to be more advanced, growing the first pubic hairs and being the biggest, in comparison. It was horseplay, none of us admitted he watched, and no one seemed to be gay. Quite often we used to throw a hard on in the showers too, but this was all covered by snapping towels and grappling asses. Horseplay, childish and innocent. It never occurred to me that one of my friends might be interested in more.
By the time I was 16, I knew I was gay for sure. I’d ‘learnt’ to wank from a friend and we had played about naked together – just wanking ourselves and each other. There was never anything else but I knew I wanted to do some of the things I heard about – sucking and ‘blow jobs’, even ‘fucking’.
I’d tried sex with a girl once, which ended in a miserable failure. She was bold and I was shy, and her insensible fingers grabbed me much to hard to feel good. As she laid back and told me to mount her, I felt I was not ready, and she grabbed my cock and wanted to lead me, but I was not hard enough. She tried to explain it away, since we had several drinks before and someone had spiked the juice with vodka, but I saw it in her eyes and I knew she would tell anyone how much of a limp biscuit I was. Not great for the schools hottest athlete.
But, at the same time I’d also developed a ‘crush’ on a man...John.
I’d never said anything, since I was too embarrassed, scared of rejection, and he didn’t say anything to me. He was a good looking man – 38, 6’2”, brown short hair, deep brown eyes. I guessed he was probably hairy like me, seeing his hairy legs and the wisps of chest hair above his shirt or t-shirt occasionally. As I got older, I also wondered what his dick was like…
And today, the day of my 18th Birthday?
We sat at the kitchen table nursing our coffee. He offered me a cigarette, and caught the look I gave him.
“I know you smoke Andrew, but I don’t think your parents know as well. Don’t worry, I'm not going to say a word”. I felt myself blushing slightly and John laughed. “There are loads of parents who don’t know the secrets we hold back from them. I certainly did at your age…” His hand brushed mine as he lit my ciggie, I felt the ridge in my shorts get a bit firmer, a little wetter. I was now leaking pre-cum! I was glad I sat at the other side of the table, and I didn't dare to stand up.
“I’ve got you something for your birthday, I’ll just go and get it” he said, rising from the table. As he got up I was face to face with his shorts and the fact that they were straining to hold back his erection made me loose control. I let out a slight involuntary gasp and my jaw dropped. He looked at me, then at his tented shorts “Oops, sorry! Sometimes has a mind of its own!” he laughed as he positioned it. He must have noticed my fixed gaze on it. There was a silence, the air full of sexual tension. I was torn whether to say something or just laugh it off.
“Mine does the same..” I said shyly.
“I know…” said John. I knew I had turned bright red, could feel my cheeks glowing.
“I’ve known for a long time Andrew…” He turned and left the kitchen to get my present, coming back with a package that looked like a book. “Open it” he said as I turned it over and over in my hands.
There were two books – a reference book on History, my favourite subject, and a paperback – `The Joy of Gay Sex’!
“I told you I’ve known it for a long time, Andrew” he said softly
“Thank you” I said almost silently “Just what I needed – both books”.
There, it was done – I had admitted to John that I was gay!
“You are the first person I’ve ever told, John, please don’t say anything to Mom and Dad!”, I blurted out, scared that he would bring it up, and what they would say.
“As I said Andrew, we all have secrets and yours is safe with me.”
He smiled at me: “I’ll tell you a secret too Andrew – I’m gay too!”
“I sort of guessed” I murmured “Hoped really” I added.
“Hoped? Why?”
“So I’d have someone to, er, talk to”
“Don't you talk with your friends?”
“Oh god, No! I could never ever talk about ‘gay’ things with them.” I blurted out.
“Well, you’ve got someone now, anything you want, anytime you want”. A feeling of release came over me – I had so many questions.
“I should read the book then” I laughed.
“So, I take it you’ve never…” John quizzed.
I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “No”
“Nothing? Ever?” the questioning continued.
I looked at him, blushing, and I saw his amused eyes. I knew he wasn't judging me, or making fun off me, as I started to ramble: “Well, Dave, a school friend, taught my how to wank and we wanked together and, a couple of times, each other but never anything more”
“But you wanted to, right?” he asked me knowingly
“Oh yes. I wanted to suck his dick, give him a blow job, even try fucking. Never happened though. He got a girlfriend and that was that”.
I realised this was the first ‘open discussion’ I had ever had about sex and it was liberating.
“So you’ve never had a blow job even?” John asked
“Never given one. A girl did it to me once, but to be honest I closed my eyes and thought of it being a man's mouth on me…”
“Men are so much better at giving blowies” John joked.
“One day I’ll find out!” All this talk about sex had given me such an erection and I absent-mindedly put my hands down my shorts to ‘straighten up’. I noticed John had done same thing.
“You should read the book! Watch some porn on the Internet. Then put it into practice” he laughed.
“The sooner the better” I said unwittingly.
A smile flickered on his lips. “I’ll give you some sites to look at.”
“Would you Uncle, oh sorry, John?” I blurted out, showing my interest openly.
“I’ll text them to you, OK?” I was like a pig in clover – my ‘crush’ giving me his number and porn site details!
“Yeah, cool. Shit! I have to go, meeting friends for my first ‘legal’ drink…”
“Bad boy! Drinking under age!” He smirked, looking right through me.
I blushed again “Another secret..”
“Smokes, gay and now drinks! Oh my god!” John beamed.
We chatted a couple more minutes – about mundane things – and, luckily my dick softened and I reckoned I was safe to stand up. As I left the house John called out “If you want to comeback later, I’ll treat you to a drink!”
My heart leapt. “That would be nice John…”
I slipped into the back door of home and took my “paperback” to my room, leaving the other for everyone to see. As I flicked through the pages and looked at some of the ‘pictures’ I became more and more aroused. Not surprisingly I stroked my dick with the inevitable results. I could just imagine trying some of things out with John…
After I had the drink with my friends – well, one or two – I got home slightly light headed. I certainly hadn’t forgotten Johns’ promise of a drink. I knocked on the kitchen door and went in. John was in the lounge, working on his laptop. “Hi Andrew, you came back then”
“Couldn't resist the offer…” I saw a smile creep across his face.
“What do you fancy? A beer OK?” He asked, teasing me.
“Great!” I answered while my eyes roamed. He disappeared to collect the cans and I glanced at his laptop. There on the screen were two guys – fucking like rabbits! I started to get a boner! The laptop went into ‘sleep mode’ and the porn disappeared – but not my boner!
I was seated on the sofa when John came back, beers in hand. “Good idea, get comfortable!” he said passing me the beer and sitting next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine and, what with the alcohol, the porn and the closeness of John, my boner gave a twitch and I could feel pre-cum ooze, warm and sticky in my briefs. Emboldened by the beer I suppose, I put my hand on Johns’ knee “Thank you for the books. I’ve started reading one of them already…”
“I guess not the history one” he chuckled knowingly
“No” I said shyly.
“Did you try the sites I sent you?”
“Not yet…” He gave me another smile.
“So, any questions so far?” He asked, like a father figure with benefits.
“Only ones the book can't answer. Like what's a prick taste like? How does it feel in your mouth? Or someone else's in yours? What is an anal orgasm?”
“Wow! So many questions! Each dick is different – different taste, different feel. Mine would be totally different from yours for instance…”
“And anal orgasm?” I interrupted, impatiently
“That's when your prostate is excited so much that you have an orgasm with no cum involved”
“Oh fuck, really?” I looked at him wide-eyed as I realized I used a swearword “Oh sorry”
“Oh fuck is usually what you say when you have one” John giggled.
The beer had definitely got to me now, making me more ‘confident’.
“So our pricks would be different then? Like, how?”
“Well, mine might be longer, thicker, than yours. Yours might be cut unlike mine.”
“I’m 6”, uncut” I stated boldly.
He gave me more details of his endowment, “So we are different then – I’m 8” uncut!”.
“Wow, that's big!” I gasped. John broke into laughter. “No doubt you'll see and feel bigger ones!”
“Maybe, maybe not. Is yours thicker too then?”
“Whether I’m thicker than you I don’t know but I am generally classed as ‘girthy’”.
My briefs were now a sodden mess! “Girthy?” I asked wide eyed, swallowing hard.
“Thick, so I’m told by guys I’ve fucked”
“You’re a ‘top’ then, right?”
“Yes you could say that” he smiled cheeky.
“So you fuck guys up the arse?” I wanted to know.
John laughed out loud “That's what a top generally does”. I felt like an idiot and must have shown it. Johns hand rested on my thigh, sending a shiver through my body.
“Don’t be embarrassed Andrew. What do you reckon you are, will be, then?” His honest interest made me feel slightly better again.
My voice quivered “Bottom”. I moved my hand slightly – up to his thigh. He sighed.
“Andrew, we shouldn’t be doing this..” He seemed to want to make me stop what I was doing before I really started
“What? We are just talking..” my hand now rubbing his thigh. I seemed to get braver and braver now.
“We should stop or else …” he trailed off as my hand brushed across the ridge in his shorts.
“Or else what John?” I felt an irresistible urge to kiss him and leant over and our lips touched. His hand went to the back of my head and he pulled my face closer, our mouths meshed “something like this…” he murmured. My hand went instinctively to the front of his shorts “and this” I said as I caressed the bulge.
One thing I did know about was kissing. My lips forced open Johns and our tongues slid over each other. The taste of Johns mouth was so sweet and I explored it with my tongue. He pulled away for a second and just said “That's beautiful…” and our mouths were locked again as our arms embraced each other. I melted into him.
I stroked a finger down the bridge of his nose as he pulled away again.
“We really shouldn’t Andrew”
“Why not, I want to, You want to, I want you and I think you want me” A look of doubt was in his eyes as he took my face in his hands.
“You don’t know how much” he whispered as he kissed me again. I hugged him tight as he enmeshed me, his tongue ravishing mine.
“No, No, we mustn’t!” he said as he pulled away and stood up over me.
I stood, grabbed him by the shoulders and almost screamed: “Why? Why? I want it to be you, I’ve always wanted it to be you. You, You, only you John!” I nearly sobbed.
He stared at me “What? You always wanted it to be me? How long? Want what?” he uttered.
“I’ve known for a long time John that I wanted you to be the first man, the first to penetrate me, to enter, to pop my cherry, to fuck me! Shag me! What ever you want to call it! Don’t you get it? For fucks sake John!” He looked at me in amazement.
Quietly he spoke “I’m not going to fuck you, I’m not going to shag you. That’s for others, later on.”
My heart sank, my stomach churned.
“If we do this, and its only if, then I will make love to you” he continued.
“Please make love to me John” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks “I want you to make love to me”. He rubbed the tears from my cheeks.
There was an unspoken agreement between us. It wasn't a case of ‘if’ it was going to happen, we both knew it was going to happen.
He kissed my lips, took my hand and gently lead me upstairs.
I was shaking as he lead me into his bedroom – the bed already turned down, the crisp white sheets ready to receive us. We stood facing each other, his hands on my shoulders, mine around his waist. We both leant in and our mouths and tongues met as he slowly pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. He looked at my chest, my nipples, taking in my athletic built. I somehow knew he had watched me for a long time, full of longing, lust, unfulfilled wanting.
“You are certainly one lovely young man” he said as he cast the t-shirt to one side. Somehow I managed to take his shirt off, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing what I had always hoped for, a chest forested with hair, solid hard nipples just showing through. I stroked it and murmured “Just as I always hoped..”
I could see the trail of hair leading down over his flat stomach, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. “Always hoped for?” he whispered.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment, about you, what it would be like” I admitted. A loving smile passed across his eyes. I felt his hands on my buttocks, smoothing my shorts, caressing them, brushing across them as he kissed me deeply.
I felt his thumbs at the side of my shorts, under the waistband, slowly easing them down. They fell to the ground and I stood there just in my briefs, bulging and wet. I kicked the shorts aside as he said “Even more beautiful then I imagined”.
“Than you imagined?”
“You are not the only one that has dreamt of a moment like this Andrew.”he admitted. His shorts were around his ankles now as we faced each just clad in our briefs. I looked down at him. Tight, red briefs, a dark red wet stain on them…
“Do you get a lot of pre-cum too then?” I asked as I ran my fingers over the dampness.
“Only in special circumstances…” he smiled. My hand now felt the heat and throbbing of his dick through the fabric.
“You were right John, you are so much bigger than me” I gasped and I couldn’t resist any longer, sliding my fingers through the escaping pubes and down inside his briefs.
I touched another ‘man's’ prick for the very first time. It was hard but soft in an odd sort of way.
My own dick always seemed hard as steel, pointing up, hitting my tight sixpack abs.
Johns dick pulsed slightly as I brushed across it. He let out a deep, low, sigh. I wanted, no, needed, to see him in his fullness and edged the briefs out and over his dick, lowering them. I stood, transfixed, by the sight of him, naked.
His dick stood proudly out from his hair laden crotch, pulsing, the hood not fully drawn back, a pool of pre-cum rapidly developing in the folds of the foreskin. It was the good 8” he said it was and definitely ‘girthy’. I wondered how something like that would actually fit inside of me.
I felt Johns hands on my hips, pushing down my briefs, the air suddenly on my bare naked shaft. He kissed me again as my dick sprang free, slapping against me. His hand gripped the shaft, stroking it tenderly, almost moaning: “Just as I always knew it would be...perfect…”.
Before I knew it John was on his knees, his faced pressed to my groin, first smelling it then kissing it. His hot breath and those wet lips…..they felt sensational! My dick twitched in appreciation, pre-cum leaking from the slit and streaming down the shaft. I felt John's tongue tip swirling over it, lapping up the juice, delving into my slit. Then his mouth engulfed the head. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was fighting the irresistible urge boiling up inside me.
“Oh fuck” I yelled in orgasmic bliss. My dick exploded in Johns mouth! The orgasm was so intense! I fell backwards onto the bed, writhing in utter bliss. John looked at me smiling, my spunk oozing from his lips. He laid down next to me, stroking my chest, moving his mouth towards mine. I’d seen some porn and knew what was coming, I opened my mouth as he hovered over me. The spunk dripped from his mouth to mine, our lips locked and our tongues bathed in my spunk, churning it back and forth.
We swallowed.
Then, in the post orgasmic glow, it hit me – I’d cum, spunked in Johns mouth, before he'd penetrated me, popped my cherry, fucked me! Guilt, embarrassment, washed across me. God! I was a man and I couldn’t even control my spunking! I started to say sorry to John. A finger was pressed to my lips
“Don’t say it. I know how you feel.”
Here I was, now officially a ‘man’, tears streaming down my face, sobbing at my premature ejaculation!
John brushed the tears away, kissed the wet streaks, held me to him. His eyes locked with mine. I could see the understanding there, I felt safe, secure, calm. He stroked my hair, lovingly. “Don’t cry, don’t be upset, don’t be embarrassed. It happens the first time, it happened to me, it’ll happen to others. Its new, its exciting, its uncontrollable. The main thing is – did you enjoy it?”
I looked at him in wonder, so understanding, so caring, so attentive. I blushed, I smiled, I nodded.
We laid there, me in Johns arms, the sheet pulled over us, Johns hand slowly stroking my chest hair, brushing across my nipples. “Mmmmm, Oh that's nice John” I purred.
“You’re so soft and warm Andrew.” His fingers toyed with my nipples, massaging them, tweaking them. First one then the other. “Oh god John!” I gasped as my nubs hardened under his touch. His head descended to my chest and his lips found a nipple, suckling on it with his mouth and tongue. He nibbled them gently as I writhed in pure pleasure. “Like that?” he asked. “Oh god yes John, Oh God YES!”
Johns one arm was around my shoulders, the other snaking its way over my stomach, resting there. As can be imagined, my body was showing all the signs of arousal again and even the sheet was forming a tent. Out of the blue John asked “How many times do you wank a day?” “Honestly?” “Yes, Honestly” “4 or 5 times a day…” “And do you cum every time?” he asked with a touch of amazement in his voice. I could feel myself going red as I said “Yes”. Mystifyingly, he just said “Good”.
Johns fingers rushed through my pubes, avoiding my dick, into my groin. “Gorgeous” John commented “I do so love hairy guys, and on one so young, simply gorgeous!”. His erotic techniques were intensely arousing and I could feel the pre-cum rolling down my dick again. I moaned and groaned with every flick of his fingers.
Instinctively I spread my legs, opening up my thighs. He smiled at me and kissed me tenderly as his hand moved to my balls, cupping them. “Such big balls too...all full of spunk”. I couldn’t resist saying “All yours”. His touch only heightened the eroticism of the moment.
His hand moved under me towards my arse and that most intimate of places. I raised my hips as he stroked my arse-cheeks, sending shockwaves through me. Nobody had ever touched me in such a way. My dick jerked as he delved into my furry cleft! “Oh ffffu..” I stammered as he found my entrance, pressing on it gently. I grabbed Johns head and kissed him passionately, hurriedly, lustfully. “On all fours! Like a puppy dog!” he ordered playfully
Obediently I got on my hands and knees, wiggling my bum, expectant that this was ‘the moment’. John was behind me, scooting down to my arse, he parted my cheeks… “Fuck me John, Please fuck me” I kept thinking.
A wave of pure pleasure surged through me at the first touch of his mouth and tongue on my entrance! “Oh fuck…” I cried out. New sensations wafted over me as John continued to lick, suck, kiss my entrance. I was gripping the sheets, my head tossing from side to side. No one ever tells you it will be like this! I could feel myself dilating, closing, spasming under the continuous attention. I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to carry on! My prick lost its hardness, all my concentration now being diverted to the pleasure centre.
“So sweet, so beautiful, so perfect” John kept repeating as he ‘ate’ me. A brief moments respite and then I felt a cool liquid being streamed onto my excited doorway. Cool, soothing, silky. “Just a little help…” John told me. He massaged me with a finger, pushing some inside of me. I winced slightly, bit the pillow even, but then…. “Oh my god! Oh my god. John!” The liquid helped his finger to gently slide inside of me, reaching in, probing. I could feel him inside of me!
The finger stroked very slowly in and out of me, relaxing me to the point that I hardly felt the second finger enter. The two of them swirled inside of me, opening me up, preparing me for what I so desired. “Found it” John whispered. I thought I was about to pass out with the intensity of the feelings. John had found and was massaging my prostate….
My legs were shaking, my back arching. My prick was leaking pre-cum like a small river, the prostate arousal so intense. Johns lips were kissing my arse-cheeks, softly, sexily. “Are you alright Andrew? He said in a low voice. “Oh god, its amazing..” I managed to babble out. I was a shivering wreck, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Then came the third finger….
I thought it impossible – three of Johns fingers inside my bumhole but there they were. They were wriggling about, stretching my hole, ‘opening me up’ as John put it.
My face was deep in the pillow, muffling the lustful desire he was already arousing in me with his prostate massaging. As if things couldn’t get any better, he slipped under me, laying back and I felt his tongue teasing my piss slit, engulfing it with his mouth, his lips tight around the head of my prick. Inadvertently, I thrust my hips hard downwards, my prick shaft forcing its way to Johns throat, he gagged, came up for air “Somebody is a very horny lad…”, then took me back into his mouth.
By now the sweat was pouring off me, my body racked with such feelings – almost indescribable. If this was sex, gay sex, I wanted more and more of it…
John carried on, working my bumhole with his fingers and sucking my prick until finally he said “I think you are about ready…” He reached out and opened the bedside drawer were he had already taken out a bottle of lube, and now took out a couple of condoms plus a dildo!
“Just to get you used to it..” he smiled at me. In uncontrollable lust by now, I blurted out
“No need, No need, I want the ‘real’ thing” I grabbed the dildo and threw it aside.
John was lying beside me now, stroking my sweat matted hair, smiling at me, kissing me gently. “It would be easier Andrew. It’ll hurt first time otherwise”
“I know, I know but…” I wanted him inside me, yearned for him inside me. “Please John…” He stroked my hair back, another kiss, “Sure?” “Positive” I murmured, widening my legs slightly.
John reached out for the condoms, taking one, starting to open it. “This is it..” I thought.
My hand stretched to his, held it firmly, “No…”
“We must, we have to…” he said
“NO” I said more emphatically, insisting.
“We need to” he wanted to be responsible, the adult in the room, but my youthful horniness boiled over: “NO!”
I grabbed both condoms and flung them to the other side of the bedroom.
“I want to feel YOU inside me John, not some rubber covered prick. The real you, bare, raw. Please…” I stroked his firm prick as I begged him “Please…” I whispered.
I knew it was wrong but I wanted him so badly, to feel him. He was my first. It had to be without that rubber sheath – they could come later, but not now…
Johns foreskin was stretched far back and I massaged the head of his prick, increasingly sticky with his pre-cum. He moaned. I stroked the shaft, slow up and down movements. He groaned. “Please John…” I begged again as I parted my thighs wider still, beckoning him to enter me.
John lubed my bumhole, slicking it into me, lining it. Cool and soothing. He added to his pre-cum, coating the head and shaft of his prick. My arousal and anticipation hit new levels. I could feel my hole dilating in excitement…
John moved between my legs, kneeling behind me. One hand was on his prick, the other supporting himself, hovering over me. He leaned in and kissed my neck. My hands gripped the headboard of his bed. I felt the head of his prick resting on my puckering hole. I turned my head and looked back at him, his eyes locked with mine.
“If it's too much, you tell me”. I nodded, thinking I was prepared.
John increased the pressure, trying to push into me. His cock head slid across my bumhole. He repositioned it on my hole. More pressure. My bumhole was resisting. “Relax” he murmured to me. I tried, willing it to just open for him.
Then I felt the pain! That excruciating pain the first time a prick goes into you. I yelped.
“Want me to stop?” John said worriedly. “No!” “I’ll just stay there then, rest”. I could feel Johns prick-head just inside me now, throbbing a bit. The pain still there but ebbing. I bite my lip and clawed at the bed. I was nearly there – fucked for the first time! “Carry on…” I said through gritted teeth. “Sure?” “Yes”.
I felt Johns shaft move slightly as he edged in. The pain increased as he ‘forced’ my channel open. I could feel the hard pressure on the walls as his prick moved slowly inwards. I kept clawing the bed, I was horny, crazy with lust, wanting him inside me, unable to think.
“Soon be over..” John said. Suddenly my channel completely relaxed and the pain was replaced by a warmth, a glow, I had never known. I gasped in delight.
“Better?” he asked, sliding in
“Oh god yes John, yes!” I all but gasped
“Good” he moaned, unable to hold back, as he let his full weight do the work.
I could feel every bit of Johns prick shaft as it moved deeper and deeper into me. I was euphoric at the fact that he was inside me at last! Inch by Inch he slowly worked his prick into me. Each inch adding more and more to the pleasure. I felt the hairs of his bush rub against me. “All in?” I asked wide eyed “All in..” I couldn’t believe it and then I felt the prick throb and I knew it was.
John bottomed out in me and held there, stroking my hair and face, kissing my neck. “That feel OK then Andrew?”
“More than OK John...wonderful!”.
John now started easing in and out of me, slow, shallow strokes. “Oh my god John! OH MY GOD!”. He smiled down at me as his prick moved back and forth. It brushed against my prostate with every stroke. My own limp prick, spewed forth pre-cum. “Was that normal?” I wondered. The pre-cum was now glazing our bodies, mingling with the sweat. “Boy, are you one aroused horny little devil, Andrew”
“All down to you..” I gasped. He gave me a deep, loving, smile. He pushed in deep again, flipped me on my back, by now showing his power, showing his face full of lust.
Johns rhythm changed – the short slow strokes alternating with long, deep thrusts in and out of me. My whole body felt on fire! My legs wrapped around John, my ankles on his bum, dragging him back into me each time he withdrew. My skin tingled, there was a heat in my bum like nothing I’d ever experienced. I panted, sighed, groaned, moaned in an explosion of emotions. My mouth ran away with me, words I had heard but never used before, until now.
“Oh fuck me John, Fuck me, fuck me. I wanna feel the fuckin prick in my cunt. Fuck me hard, harder, deeper. Rape my pussy. Fuck my dirty little cunt. I want your babies, I want your spunk, knock me up, breed me!” I hollered out, sucking on his prick with my cunt, wanking it with my newly made cunt lips. “Slam my fuckin arse with your fuckin prick…”
John had really speeded up now and was hammering away at my new cunt, my pussy. He was grunting, groaning, thrusting, overtaken by just lust. Both of us were reaching the climax of orgasm.
“God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin cum! Shit….. John!” I felt my balls contract, the travel of sperm up my prick – ready to burst. My cunt clenched hard around Johns prick shaft, hard, a hard clenching. His back arched, his head thrown back, a long hard deep thrust, then a rapid outward pull. He grunted “I’m gonna blow” as he started to exit. “No you fuckin don’t! I want that spunk in me” raged through my mind.
My ankles pushed hard down on to his arse, driving him back into me. My cunt gripped his convulsing prick, tight. “No you don’t John! That spunk's going IN me – nowhere else” “No, No Andrew..” It was too late. I felt his prick swell, convulse, in me – then that nectar flowing into me. “Oh, God!” John roared as he bred me. “Yes, Yes, Yes!” I cried.
I don’t know how many spurts of spunk John left in me, all I knew was a wonderful wetness. We held each other, glued with spunk – his prick welded inside of me, our bodies coated with cum – panting, gasping, sweating.
I kissed his mouth voraciously, our tongues doing battle in our post orgasmic glow. All I could say was “Thank You” over and over again as he smiled at me and caressed my sodden body.
Eventually we parted, Johns prick softening and slipping out of me – followed by a steady dribble of his cum. As he slumped down on his back my fingers slipped between my legs, feeling my new cunt lips. I could feel the jizz oozing out of me. “Heaven” I said softly.
We laid there for a few minutes, no other words spoken, until John turned on his side, propped up on one arm, looking down at me. I locked eyes with him and smiled, whispering “Thank you...its what I always knew it would be like – my first time. YOU fucking me. What I’ve always wanted..”.
“You wanted me to be the first?” he said, almost astonished.
“Always…” I whispered.
