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There are very few things in life as sweet as a first. This story is about two firsts: my first passionate encounter with a man, and how I became his first man. Like I said, Im not that experienced. Ive had a few gay encounters, but for the most part Ive been with girls.
I have more of an emotional connection with woman, which in turn makes any sexual encounter that much better. Its not just a fuck, but more. In fact, my times with men have simply been fooling around or just ways to get off, nothing emotional. That was until my world got rocked by Jason.
Im 21 and Jason is 19. Describing him as attractive would be sort of an understatement. He stands around 63 and carries his swimmers build so well. He sports sandy blond hair, olive skin, a strong jaw line and deep green eyes. Not JUST green eyes, but the type of eyes that you experience when you look into them. The kind that derails your train of thought when you catch them the right way.
His boyish charm and warm personality make him a complete package. Not overly aggressive, not arrogant but not a push over. What really makes him cute is although he is a very thoughtful and compassionate person, hes pretty absent minded. Just the kind of guy that lives life and loves living it. Simple sometimes sounds negative, but in this situation its not.
Our relationship isnt too complex. Hes the brother of one of my good friends. Hes confided in me quite a bit about his life experiences in the latter of his teenage years, and weve become close in our own way - probably closer than me and any other friend. Our relationship isnt private, but there is a connection that people probably wouldnt expect. Were pretty physical for two typical guy friends. We hug, wrestle, give titty twisters, but nothing overtly sexual.
Hes been with girls, one in particular was his first true love, and she was his first in a lot of ways. When things went bad with her, he got a little crazy and began having casual sex within his social scene. Call it a sixth sense, but Ive always wondered about his attention to guys, and some things he says leads me to wonder even more.
He plays soccer and is actually quite good. At the very least, it keeps his body lean and fucking amazing to look at. It was mid-August and he had just finished playing a game on one of the hottest days of the year. He had dehydrated himself a bit and was living with a killer headache. He came directly to my place after the game to hang out. His head was hurting so bad he did nothing but change shorts and lay shirtless, face down on my floor under the ceiling fan.
It wasnt uncommon to give shoulder massages to one another, and since he wasnt feeling well, I offered to rub his back and neck to help settle the pain. Thats how it started.
He was laying down, forehead on the ground. I sat down beside him, working my fingers through his hair and watching TV at the same time. I kept working on rubbing his head and running my fingers to his neck. You know that smell some guys have when they sweat? Not the body odor but that aroma combined with the smell of his tanned skin brought my full attention onto him.
He was still sweating a little, and I worked my hands down to his shoulders and dug my fingers into his strong shoulder muscles. Normally this is where wed stop but I began to grow, and was looking for any reason to keep my hands on his body. I asked him how he felt, he said getting better. I wasnt stopping. I worked my way down his left arm, rubbing out his bicep and tricep his forearm, and his hand. God there is something about rubbing the hand of another guy you connect with its awesome.
I was feeling apprehensive, but his breathing and slight vocals kept me going. I worked back up his left arm and down his right. When I was running my fingers through his, with his eyes shut, he turned his head to me and smiled and lightly pulled my palm into his, fingers interwoven.
I was so fucking hard; I could feel precum bubbling out of my cock.
I went back up his right arm and moved to the lower back, just above his ass. I worked on his lower back, took a deep breath, and slipped my hands underneath him so that my hands were slightly under his waistband resting on his pelvis bone. He gasped, but laid still. I kept massaging, being careful to stay just at his pubic hair line.
I slipped my hands back over and placed them outside of his shorts on his ass. He wasnt wearing any fucking underwear. I rubbed the cheeks up and down he was gyrating his pelvis and his breathing had quickened. My heart was pounding I could feel my dick pulsing to my heartbeat. I was scared and so horny I could explode. I didnt know what to do, so I just kept rubbing.
I slipped my hands up the legs of his shorts and massaged just under his ass cheeks. I couldnt help myself, so I worked around to his inner thigh. I didnt touch his balls, I didnt feel his dick. I was disappointed, but soon snapped out of it because of the closed mouth moans that were coming from my guy.
I had to get him turned over. I HAD to get him turned over. I pulled my hands away from his inner thigh and lightly ran my hands up and down both of his legs. I grabbed his left ankle and gently nudged him to roll over. There was no hesitation he did.
I was completely stunned. My eyes worked up his body from his legs down his throbbing cock was fully tented in his shorts with a pronounced wet spot at the head where his precum was flowing. My hands reached for his dick, but my eyes caught his eyes, and I went straight for his face.
I tried to kiss him but he turned his head slightly. Taking advantage of the turndown, I began kissing and licking his neck. The sweat from his neck and head tasted so sweet. I moved to the other side of his head, listening to his breathing and feeling his hands rub all over my back and lifting my shirt. He pulled my shirt off, I paused and looked into his eyes, and went to for the kiss again. We connected.
My entire being caught fire. Our tongues collided his fingers dug into my back, and I felt his cock throbbing against my abs growing a wet spot where the head of his dick pressed against me. He and I moaned with our mouths touching and our tongues fighting for space. I had to have more.
I pulled away from his mouth and went right for his nipples without even opening my eyes. By this time he was flat out thrusting into my body with his cock, and I licked and tugged at his nipples, listening to his giggles, and even smiling and laughing myself. I walked my tongue down this abs, rolling over his tight, defined muscles, and opening my eyes when I felt his treasure trail. His cock was pulsing through his shorts against my neck and chin. This was it.
Please let me know what you think about this...it spans two posts!
There are very few things in life as sweet as a first. This story is about two firsts: my first passionate encounter with a man, and how I became his first man. Like I said, Im not that experienced. Ive had a few gay encounters, but for the most part Ive been with girls.
I have more of an emotional connection with woman, which in turn makes any sexual encounter that much better. Its not just a fuck, but more. In fact, my times with men have simply been fooling around or just ways to get off, nothing emotional. That was until my world got rocked by Jason.
Im 21 and Jason is 19. Describing him as attractive would be sort of an understatement. He stands around 63 and carries his swimmers build so well. He sports sandy blond hair, olive skin, a strong jaw line and deep green eyes. Not JUST green eyes, but the type of eyes that you experience when you look into them. The kind that derails your train of thought when you catch them the right way.
His boyish charm and warm personality make him a complete package. Not overly aggressive, not arrogant but not a push over. What really makes him cute is although he is a very thoughtful and compassionate person, hes pretty absent minded. Just the kind of guy that lives life and loves living it. Simple sometimes sounds negative, but in this situation its not.
Our relationship isnt too complex. Hes the brother of one of my good friends. Hes confided in me quite a bit about his life experiences in the latter of his teenage years, and weve become close in our own way - probably closer than me and any other friend. Our relationship isnt private, but there is a connection that people probably wouldnt expect. Were pretty physical for two typical guy friends. We hug, wrestle, give titty twisters, but nothing overtly sexual.
Hes been with girls, one in particular was his first true love, and she was his first in a lot of ways. When things went bad with her, he got a little crazy and began having casual sex within his social scene. Call it a sixth sense, but Ive always wondered about his attention to guys, and some things he says leads me to wonder even more.
He plays soccer and is actually quite good. At the very least, it keeps his body lean and fucking amazing to look at. It was mid-August and he had just finished playing a game on one of the hottest days of the year. He had dehydrated himself a bit and was living with a killer headache. He came directly to my place after the game to hang out. His head was hurting so bad he did nothing but change shorts and lay shirtless, face down on my floor under the ceiling fan.
It wasnt uncommon to give shoulder massages to one another, and since he wasnt feeling well, I offered to rub his back and neck to help settle the pain. Thats how it started.
He was laying down, forehead on the ground. I sat down beside him, working my fingers through his hair and watching TV at the same time. I kept working on rubbing his head and running my fingers to his neck. You know that smell some guys have when they sweat? Not the body odor but that aroma combined with the smell of his tanned skin brought my full attention onto him.
He was still sweating a little, and I worked my hands down to his shoulders and dug my fingers into his strong shoulder muscles. Normally this is where wed stop but I began to grow, and was looking for any reason to keep my hands on his body. I asked him how he felt, he said getting better. I wasnt stopping. I worked my way down his left arm, rubbing out his bicep and tricep his forearm, and his hand. God there is something about rubbing the hand of another guy you connect with its awesome.
I was feeling apprehensive, but his breathing and slight vocals kept me going. I worked back up his left arm and down his right. When I was running my fingers through his, with his eyes shut, he turned his head to me and smiled and lightly pulled my palm into his, fingers interwoven.
I was so fucking hard; I could feel precum bubbling out of my cock.
I went back up his right arm and moved to the lower back, just above his ass. I worked on his lower back, took a deep breath, and slipped my hands underneath him so that my hands were slightly under his waistband resting on his pelvis bone. He gasped, but laid still. I kept massaging, being careful to stay just at his pubic hair line.
I slipped my hands back over and placed them outside of his shorts on his ass. He wasnt wearing any fucking underwear. I rubbed the cheeks up and down he was gyrating his pelvis and his breathing had quickened. My heart was pounding I could feel my dick pulsing to my heartbeat. I was scared and so horny I could explode. I didnt know what to do, so I just kept rubbing.
I slipped my hands up the legs of his shorts and massaged just under his ass cheeks. I couldnt help myself, so I worked around to his inner thigh. I didnt touch his balls, I didnt feel his dick. I was disappointed, but soon snapped out of it because of the closed mouth moans that were coming from my guy.
I had to get him turned over. I HAD to get him turned over. I pulled my hands away from his inner thigh and lightly ran my hands up and down both of his legs. I grabbed his left ankle and gently nudged him to roll over. There was no hesitation he did.
I was completely stunned. My eyes worked up his body from his legs down his throbbing cock was fully tented in his shorts with a pronounced wet spot at the head where his precum was flowing. My hands reached for his dick, but my eyes caught his eyes, and I went straight for his face.
I tried to kiss him but he turned his head slightly. Taking advantage of the turndown, I began kissing and licking his neck. The sweat from his neck and head tasted so sweet. I moved to the other side of his head, listening to his breathing and feeling his hands rub all over my back and lifting my shirt. He pulled my shirt off, I paused and looked into his eyes, and went to for the kiss again. We connected.
My entire being caught fire. Our tongues collided his fingers dug into my back, and I felt his cock throbbing against my abs growing a wet spot where the head of his dick pressed against me. He and I moaned with our mouths touching and our tongues fighting for space. I had to have more.
I pulled away from his mouth and went right for his nipples without even opening my eyes. By this time he was flat out thrusting into my body with his cock, and I licked and tugged at his nipples, listening to his giggles, and even smiling and laughing myself. I walked my tongue down this abs, rolling over his tight, defined muscles, and opening my eyes when I felt his treasure trail. His cock was pulsing through his shorts against my neck and chin. This was it.