Submitted by johnclean last January 9th 2008, 08:01 AM

Category: First Time Stories

My eyes slowly opened on that warm August morning, revealing the passion of the night before, for a second it had been forgotten… There he lay; his cute round face grinning sheepishly up at me with his grey-blue eyes twinkling in delight. I rubbed the sleep from the corners of my own bright green eyes and yawned with deep satisfaction. I rubbed his shaved head slowly and playfully while gazing into his cute boyish features. His shaved brown hair felt somewhat prickly to the touch of my sweaty hands, which were trembling no longer. I ran my hand down his face, over his plump cheeks and resting at his ears, which I fingered slowly and happily. The blankets were pulled securely up to his chin. “Hello,” I said flirtatiously and then nervously awaited a response…

*

I guess I better make things a little clearer. For a long time I had feared what I was, and what people would think about me when/if they knew the truth. Feeling rejected from society I had locked myself away in my bedroom with nothing but soft-core pornography to comfort me. I had always known I liked guys, but at the same time I had also liked girls. It confused me at the time and it still does now. There was always something in a man that grasped my attention – be it his looks, charms, physique or that mystery that he was packing under his belt. Girls attracted me in a different way though. I could easily write out a list of guys I had fancied, and it would be endless, yet with girls, there were very few I fancied. But when I fancied girls, I really fancied them. I guess I associated men with raw sex and nothing more – unable to love one another, only to fulfil sexual desires. But I was wrong…

I met him at a late stage in school. English schools work differently to American schools, so for all intents and purposes, I had one year left until university. Before the moment I met him, I hadn’t even known his name or even acknowledged him! But all that was about to change.

The bell had rung and I was dying for a piss. I grabbed my stuff and left the class, avoiding the torrents of pupils emerging from classrooms nearby. Mind focused on one thing (keeping the piss from running down my leg!), I hurried through the crowds who were pushing against me. Hell at our school there was a one-way regulation to ease the crowds - and I was breaking it. Fuck it. Desperate times, desperate measures.

BAM! I made contact without realising, and the dude I hit fell flat on his arse. His school bag hit the ground and the contents spilled over the floor. Trying not to laugh, yet smirking slightly, I apoligized quickly and reached my hand down to help him up. He ignored it, getting up on his own and pulling his bag back over his shoulders. He shook his head at me and smirked, walking coolly away as if nothing had happened. I shrugged and continued to the toilets.

On entering, there were two people already at the urinal. There was space for a third. Deciding against it, I headed into a cubicle and let out a steaming pile of piss. I had never liked the whole “pissing in public” idea. I never liked showing my cock in public. Or maybe it was the fact that I was tempted to look at my neighbour while I went… I shook off that thought and went to wash my hands. I caught a glimse in the mirror. One of the other lads cocks. He had begun to zip himself up and his penis had flopped out again. His long cock waved slightly, the long foreskin drooping. I turned away quickly, changing my thoughts to something a little more innocent. I wonder what I’m having for dinner tonight…

The bus had been crowded that day and I struggled to find a seat. I noticed a free one and dove for it. The guy in the window seat had placed his bag on the empty seat. Fuck it. I picked it up and chucked it under the seat and flopped down. The guy turned to look at me and I recognised him at once. The guy I had bumped into. He gave me the same look he had done when I’d knocked him down – a look of disbelief.

”Expecting someone?” My reply was a little colder than I had wished. He shook his head and turned to look out the window. Feeling guilty, I said, “Look I’m sorry I knocked you over today…” He didn’t hear me – his iPod earphones were in. I sighed and turned away. “What was it?” I turned back to find he had taken out his earphones and was staring at me with inquisition. I repeated the apology and he laughed. “No worries mate.” I smiled. He was wrapping the wires around the iPod, giving me his full attention. “Who the hell are you anyway?” he laughed.

So his name was Darren. He played some soccer, hence his slim body. Interested also in this field, I was able to keep conversation flowing. He was cute. That was the sum-up of our first conversation. And he had a great personality. The reason he had got the bus today was because of the bad weather. He lived within waling distance of the school. I won’t bore you with the details of our long friendship, but lets just say he eventually got the bus more often.

The thing that struck me about Darren though, was his secrecy. He effused to tell me who he fancied until I dropped the topic. However, within the year we became really good friends. We went to town together, the cinema, went to each other’s houses and had a few drinks together. I had once suggested a trip to the gym, but he decided against it, as he considered himself unfit (although he occasionally played footie). I told him to wise up and he was average fit. At this stage, within a year into our friendships, I hadn’t seen a bit of his flesh. But I didn’t want to spoil our friendship as he was clearly straight…wasn’t he? Anyway, within a few weeks I am ashamed to say I was hopelessly in love that was not returned.

To catch up to the present, the summer holidays were fast approaching and the mates and I were ready to get hammered. The exams were over and the plans were set! Drinks were already sorted; all we had to do was show up. That’s when Darren had texted me. He had a free house – his parents were away for the weekend. A couple of his mates were coming over for a drink and he was inviting me to. So did I go to Darren’s or stay with my other mates drinking in a public park?

On the first day of the holidays I turned up on his doorstep, carryout in hand. Six pack of Stella Artois, which would do me for the night. Darren answered the door. He was wearing some baggy jeans and a dark orange and grey hoodie. I felt out of place in my black shirt and jeans. Kinda overdressed. Ironically enough, that would soon change. I made my way into the kitchen, where all of Darren’s mates were seated, watching the United match. They greeted me and I made a head count. Five – including myself and Darren. I kicked my shoes off and sat on the nearest chair, cracking open a bottle Stella…

The beer went down well and before I knew it, all six were drunk. And so was I. I wavered slightly went I got up to go to the toilet. Darren had announced that he would have to kick people out soon, as it was nearing midnight. He had already phoned a taxi for me, as I had no lift. Slowly but surely, two of his friends left, leaving the third and me.

However it happened (my memory is not what it used to be) Darren’s mate ended up dowsing Darren in beer, soaking his hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. Annoyed, Darren ran into the bathroom to wash it off. Meanwhile, a taxi came for the mate and I was left alone in the living room. Needing to urinate badly, I headed to the bathroom, which seemed to be empty. It was a large ensuite backroom, with two entrances – the other door led to a bedroom. What happened next shaped the rest of the night…

The door opened as I was letting loose a stream of piss. Unable to react quickly, I could do nothing but stand defenceless with my penis dangling out. My penis isn’t the biggest when flaccid, and my hand covered it almost completely. Darren came bursting into the room with the hoodie in his hand and swearing his mate violently. He acknowledged my presence by nodding, then he ran quickly to the sink to wash the hoodie. With his hoodie off now, he was wearing a lemon polo shirt that was quite trendy. He dunked the jumper in hot soapy water and started to laugh.

“The ma’s gonna kill me when she gets back. She can smell alcohol a mile off.” Cursing my endless stream of piss, I kept the conversation up, yet I felt uncomfortable. “Stick it in the washing machine.” Darren burst out laughing. “C’mon! Can you work one of those things??” I smirked in seeing his point.

Whilst still smirking, I glanced up, shaking the remaining drops of piss out of my dick, when I caught Darrens eye. He was staring at my penis. He looked up in realisation. Breaking eye contact I snorted with laughter, but wished I hadn’t (drink has this effect on me). Darren went red in the face and looked seriously back at the soaking jumper. Quickly draining it, he tossed it to me.

Zipping up, I caught it and raised my eyebrows. “Smell it,” he said simply. I do so. There was no smell of beer. I walked over to him and handed him the jumper. “Nah, no smell mate.” Darren nodded his head at his jeans. “The fucker got me down there too.” The jeans were dry but there was a dark stain near the crotch area. “Do ya mind?” I raised my eyebrows. He laughed. “Go on – give it a whip. Please. I cant smell them from here.”

Without thinking my head went down and sniffed at his crouch. Something in my trousers twitched happily. Wincing slightly, I backed off and burst into laughter. “Yep. Mate it reeks.” Darren’s face went red with embarrassment. “Gotta get these washed to then…” I stood up, feeling awkward and unsure as to what to say.

A horn beeped outside the house. “That’s probably my taxi…” I pointed out slowly, and I went to make my way past Darren. Suddenly, his hand gripped mine. It was trembling slightly. “I didn’t phone you one.”

My mouth hung open. There was no doubt about it. He wanted me to stay. He was hitting on me. Heavily. Like my breathing. Nervous, I made to say something. But Darren’s tongue was now in my mouth.

Darren’s hot wet tongue flicked alongside mine, licking the inside of the mouth, along the roof, the inside of my cheek…He withdrew to catch a breath, but I thrust my mine in his mouth. It was warm, smooth and wet. My tongue brushed against his and I began to slowly force it in deeper. Our soft lips pressed heavily and saliva trickled down my chin. When the kiss was over, a long thin string of spittle ran from my tongue to his.

My arms were around him and vice versa. We were caught in a tight embrace, and something hard brushed against my leg. My cock twitched and went hard within seconds. I pressed it against his torso and he smiled slightly. I ran my hand up his shirt and felt his soft smooth warm skin against my sweaty palms. I ran over one of his nipples – pointed and hard.

Without wasting time, I grabbed at his shirt and pulled it over his head. Tossing it aside, I made a grab at his belt, undoing it. He pulled at my top and we struggled to pull it off me. We kissed again, our naked chests touching, both shuddering with excitement. I ran my hand over his smooth chest, and then sucked his left nipple hard, chewing on it softly. He grunted with pleasure and grabbed the back of my head. I worked my way down his chest to his belly, licking it furiously and tonguing his belly button cheekily. I stopped at his pube-line, where several trimmed pubes were protruding above his CK waistband.

I tugged at his belt and his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. He kicked them off and whipped his socks off also. I followed suit, standing now barefooted and slipping my jeans off. Darren’s feet were small – around a size 7. But judging by the monster in his boxers there was no connection in size.

He took me by the hand and led me into the master bedroom, flopping me down on the bed. He sat beside me and kissed me passionately. Without objecting, I let him slid his hands into my checked boxers and cup my throbbing cock by its base. He pulled my boxers down, his hands rubbing against my ass cheeks on the way down. I kicked them off and lay butt naked on the bed, with my hard, cut cock pulsing in his hands.

Within seconds, his mouth had covered the bright pink head of my cock, and was gliding along the shaft. I let out a moan. The feeling was immense. His hot saliva was dripping down my dick shaft and collecting on my swollen balls. I could feel his breath on my cock and I relaxed, getting hotter and hotter. Then he sucked. My legs twitched and I groaned uncontrollably. He sucked again, harder this time. I felt cum rise in my shaft….

Darren stopped for a breather and smiled at me. I smiled back. “Like it?” he asked. I nodded my head feebly. He bent down to resume, when I stopped him. Instead, I placed my hand on his rock hard cock. Slowly, I eased his boxers off, leaving him absolutely naked and defenceless on the bed. His thick cock was held in my hand. I guided the foreskin back and forth along the shaft, and it glided without effort. His head was large and purple-red. Without a seconds thought I planted my mouth over it and sucked lightly. The head was smooth and leathery and tasteless. My tongue ran over Darren’s jap and he began to breathe heavier. Slowly, I edged the dick in deeper, allowing it to pass down my throat and rest there. Breathing was difficult. Eventually, all six and a half inches were swallowed and my nose touched his trimmed pubes. I sniffed in deeply, enjoying his smell. I ran my mouth over his hard dick several times when he moaned. Precum oozed out and I savoured it’s sweet taste. Darren’s hands were pushing my head down and I sucked really hard. Grunting, Darren released me.

I fell back, breathless. I noticed some precum of my own flowing along my penis. Darren looked at me and our eyes met. I knew what was coming. Slowly I lifted my legs above my head, exposing my tight ass. Darren started, “Look I don’t wanna pressure you…” but I beckoned him forward. I felt a finger touch the sphincter. The muscle contracted softly, but Darren fought back, pushing his finger again. It was followed by a second finger and then a third. I winced slightly as it was sore. After prodding me a little, Darren withdrew and replaced his fingers with his cock. Without warning, he plunged his entire meat into me. I screamed. The pain was excruciating. Gripping the headstand, I felt his meat slowly thumping me wetly. I moaned quietly. Thump. Thump. Thump. His balls hit off my ass and his hands gripped my ankles, forcing them above my head. My anus twitched, but I forced it open. He fucked me harder, plunging deeper every time. The pain faded and was replaced by pleasure. I moaned deeply. His cock throbbed in my bowels, beating against wet colon…

“Uhhhhhhhhh!” The cock hit my prostate and my ass clenched heavily around Darren’s walt. He grunted deeply and withdrew, just as his cock showered me with thick wet spunk that landed heavily on my stomach and chest. He collapsed beside me and we embraced, both exhausted.

But no! This wasn’t over. I pulled myself up and turned Darren over, his arse facing me. I licked his tight circular anus and lapped at it quickly. He moaned softly and it grew wider. I forced my tongue in deeper and deeper. Soon, I replaced it by a finger. When I took out the finger, it was clean. No shit at all. He had washed his ass out real well. He had planned this! Quickly, I whipped out the dick and put it in him. His rectum closed around my dick, wrapping it in a hot sticky blanket. I forced in deeper, wacking hard and thrusting against his ass. Our balls touched several times. Darrens arm shot round and gripped my ass cheek. I continued to pump him harder and harder and he let out a series of hot, orgasmic moans. His fingernails dug into my ass cheek. I couldn’t take any more. “Darren…I’m gonna…”

I went to withdraw, but he held me in place. My cock exploded and I doubled over in a wave of euphoria as shot after shot of hot sticky cum exploded into Darren’s ass. Exhausted I withdrew. Darren was semi conscious and moaning. Suddenly, without warning, Darren’s penis shot up boltright and I seized a chance, clasping my mouth around it.

Darren’s second load shot into my mouth and slid slowly down my throat. It was creamy and extremely sweet, yet somewhat salty. I lapped the reminder up off his balls and swallowed it. I collapsed onto Darren, both our bodies sticky with dick juice rubbing softly together. I lay at his shoulder and began to drift off…

*

“Hello,” Darren replied after an age. I smiled and hugged him tightly. I was wrong about men and lust. I really was in love. “Hey,” said Darren suddenly. “What took you so long?” I hesitated. “To show up in my life,” Darren continued. “Now we got a lot of catching up to do…”