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The First One (mm)
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Subject: First Time (M/m)
Date: Tue, 11 Jul 1995 06:30:43 UTC
Msg#: 6513 *Gay-Stories-Fantasies*
05-02-94 15:42:00
From: DEEP THINKER
To: ALL
Subj: FIRST TIME
The First One
My "first time" probably doesn't seem that special to
anybody else, but it is still the most exciting thing that
ever happened to me.
My mother died in a car wreck when I was 4. While I
don't remember much, I remember she was a great lady, but
it's hard to say that I miss her, because I just don't have
much memory of what it was like for her to be around. My
grandmother was a widow and she moved in to take care of us,
because my dad's a surgeon and works long hours.
Grandmother and my dad never did get along well, but she
lived with us until I was 11, when she went to live with my
aunt.
My dad never really "dated" much, that I knew about,
anyway. Right after my 18th birthday, he said he wanted me
to meet a friend and her 14 year-old son. He said they were
coming to a barbecue at our house that night, and I thought
it unusual that a 14 year-old guy was going anywhere with
his mom, but I knew Dr. Parker had just started working with
the surgical group my dad's part of, so I didn't think much
of it. When I met Liz, she seemed real nice, but she and
Dad were talking medical stuff, so Terry and I talked,
played video games and watched TV until supper was ready.
When we had eaten, I was sitting there, trying to wait a
polite length of time before asking to be excused when Dad
said he and Liz had something to tell us. And just like
that, out of the blue, we found out they were getting
married.
I didn't have a real problem with it, but it had been
kind of nice, just me and Dad. But Liz isn't an evil
stepmother, and Terry was a cool guy, so it really wasn't
that big a deal. They got married at the very end of May,
on Saturday after school was out. They were going to Europe
on their honeymoon, and they had arranged for Mike, the son
of another one of my dad's partners who had just finished
college to stay with us while they were gone for a couple of
weeks. It kind of pissed me off to be treated like a kid,
having a baby sitter and all, but Dad said Liz wasn't
comfortable leaving Terry there without someone he'd
consider an adult.
Mike was cool. He didn't treat us like kids, or try to
impress us with the fact that he was older. I knew that
sometimes guys turned me on, but Mike was the first guy I
ever met that just looking at him made me hard. He was
extra good looking, about 6 feet tall, with this broad,
smooth chest that seemed to go on for miles, short light
brown hair and green eyes that seemed to twinkle. He wasn't
at all shy, and there were more than a few times when I had
to run to my room to jack off because he'd been walking
around the house in tight-fitting jockey shorts. It made me
feel weird that another guy turned me on that much, but I
didn't analyze it or anything -- I just enjoyed it.
On Thursday, after the folks left on Saturday, Mike,
Terry and I had decided to have pizza for supper. Mike had
called the pizza in, and we were about to leave to go get it
when one of Terry's friends called to ask him to spend the
night. Mike was pretty much in charge, but Dad and Liz had
said that we couldn't spend the night with friends and we
couldn't have overnight company. Still, for some reason,
Terry asked Mike and he said yeah, he'd cover for him this
one time; he could go, provided he kept his mouth shut. He
said we'd drop him off at his friend's house on the way to
pick up the pizza.
Well, we dropped Terry off and got the pizza and headed
home. Just before we got home, Mike stopped at the 7-11 and
bought two sixpacks of beer. When he got in the car, he
said he hoped I'd be cool about it -- he knew my dad
wouldn't like it, but pizza and beer, according to him, was
the world's best combination. I told him I knew how to keep
my mouth shut and was feeling kind of cool that he trusted
me.
When we got home, Mike sucked down one of the brews
before he had eaten two bites of pizza. He opened the
second one, looked at me kind of hesitantly, then asked me
if I wanted a beer. Unlike almost all my friends, I never
drank. Oh, I'd slipped a taste of beer before when my dad
wasn't looking, and I knew I didn't like it, but I wanted to
be cool, so I said sure. I drank it pretty fast just to get
rid of it, and it wasn't long at all till I had a pretty
good buzz on. I reached for another one, but I already had
the giggles, and Mike said that wouldn't be a good idea, so
we just polished off the pizza, I washed mine down with Coke
and we headed to the living room to watch the baseball game.
I turned the TV on, but he went on to his room.
He came out in a little while, dressed like he was
headed to bed. He was wearing his favorite gym shorts, the
old gray nylon ones with the St. Andrew's High School logo
on the leg. They'd been washed so many times they were
almost transparent, but there was one big difference about
tonight from other nights. Mike didn't have any underwear
on under them. When I realized I could damn near count his
dick hairs, I sprang a boner big time, and quickly rolled
over on my belly on the couch, pretending to be deeply
involved in the ball game. He sprawled out in the recliner
across from me and opened another beer.
I was trying not to be obvious, but I was looking at
Mike's body a lot more than the TV. After about ten minutes
he shifted positions, so his legs were spread wide and I
realized I could look straight up the leg of his shorts to
see most of (what seemed like then) a huge, fat cock. I was
about to freak.
Somehow, I kept a line of bullshit going for a while,
but after a bit, I couldn't help staring. I guess Mike
picked up on it, because he started getting hard, and I was
nearly going ape shit. When he was 90% hard, the very, very
tip of his dick was sticking out the leg of his shorts, and
I couldn't even pretend not to stare anymore. It was like
that dick was a magnet and my eyes were steel. After a
minute he said "Guess I have a problem."
I didn't say anything, and I think if my life had
depended on it, I couldn't have. He looked at me, grabbed
his cock through the shorts, sort of wiggled it at me and
grinned real big. "Like what you see?"
Naturally, I didn't say anything, but I guess he knew
the answer anyway. He just smiled even bigger, dropped his
gym shorts, stroked his dick a time or two till it was rock
hard, and said "It's easier to look at like this." He
walked over by me, slowly stroking that luscious looking
cock. While I later found out his dick was only slightly
longer and fatter than mine, it seemed bigger than life to
me then, and I was sure it was the sexiest thing under the
sun. "It's more fun to touch than to look," he said, and
put my trembling hand on his dick, moving my hand up and
down the shaft in the rhythm I knew all too well. I'd
stroked it maybe five times when he surprised me, leaned
over and rubbed the head of my dick through my jeans. It
was like my body went into overload, and I creamed my shorts
on the spot.
For a few seconds, it seemed like time stood still, and
I couldn't breathe. I actually thought I was going to pass
out. Then, when I could think again, I was about to die of
embarrassment. Here I was with the world's hottest guy's
dick in my hand and I'd creamed my shorts. I ran to the
bathroom and started cleaning up. Mike waited just a few
seconds, then came on in, still hard and still naked. He
took the washcloth away from me, carefully washed my cummy
dick and crotch, then said "We can have a lot more fun than
that if you're cool about it."
I don't think I ever said yes; in fact, I don't think I
ever said anything. I just followed him to his room, let
him undress me, and climbed in bed with him. We didn't do
anything exotic... he showed me the joys of having my dick
sucked, and taught me how to suck a cock the way it feels
good. We made each other cum so many times before daylight
we both lost count. And all I knew was that I was hooked.
Totally, absolutely, completely hooked. We had a couple of
short naps that night, but most of the night was spent
either having sex or stroking and exploring each other's
bodies while we waited for new hardons. I've had
experiences that were much less "vanilla," but never more
exciting and fun.
Mike and I had sex every time we could get rid of Terry
for the rest of those three weeks, and as often as we could
that summer after the folks came home. My dad even said it
was good that I had a "responsible guy" to hang out with.
Little did he know just how much was hanging out!
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