CHAPTER 9: “THE FIRST TIME”
“Hey Tom, it’s okay to follow your feelings. If you need help, just talk to me. Maybe you’ll even find someone you like on Grindr,” I said with a nervous smile, trying to lighten the mood.
I relaxed a little, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had just happened.
Tom’s cheeks were still wet with tears, and I reached out to dry them — but he grabbed my hand and held it tightly.
“You don’t understand, Matt,” he said softly. “I’m not just gay. I’m gay because of you. Because I want you.”
I was stunned.
The guy I had secretly loved since the first day… was telling me he wanted me too.
I froze, unsure of what to say.
Tom gently held both of my hands in his.
“I know it’s weird. I know it’s a lot. But I need you, Matt. You drive me crazy.”
His voice trembled — not from fear, but from vulnerability.
His words hit me deep. And suddenly, I stopped thinking.
I leaned in and kissed him.
His lips were so soft against mine.
My tongue slipped into his mouth and began exploring gently, and his tongue met mine halfway.
We kissed deeply, passionately — like we’d both been holding this in for too long.
Tom placed his hands on my waist.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Everything I had dreamed of… was happening.
It felt surreal — until Tom gently pulled back.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his eyes full of care.
I nodded.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said again, seriously.
I nodded once more, firmer this time.
He knew it was my first time — and the way he cared just made me fall for him more.
We kissed again, slowly, tenderly. Then Tom reached for my shirt and started pulling it up.
I stood up and took it off, then stripped completely.
My cock was rock hard, leaking with precum — I was burning with desire.
I looked into his eyes for a moment — and kissed him again, our hands exploring each other.
We didn’t rush things.
We kissed for what felt like an hour, getting lost in each other’s mouths, our bodies pressed close.
Then I stood up.
“Come here, Tom,” I whispered.
I led him to the bedroom and told him to lie down.
“I want to take care of you.”
I started with gentle kisses along his neck.
He moaned softly under my lips.
One kiss was a little too intense — it left a mark.
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, nervous I had ruined the moment.
But Tom just smiled and shook his head. “Don’t stop.”
I moved down to his chest.
I kissed and massaged his pecs, slowly, then moved to his nipples, teasing them until he gasped.
Then I buried my face in his armpit — his natural scent drove me wild.
That mix of sweat and his own masculine smell… it was intoxicating.
I continued down, kissing his abs, then his thighs.
I reached his feet and gave them a soft massage — he moaned and stretched like he was in heaven.
Finally, I reached the part I’d been craving most.
I wrapped my hand around his thick cock and started stroking him slowly, from base to tip.
Tom’s head fell back in pleasure.
Then I leaned in and put my lips around the soft pink head.
He let out a long, low moan.
I sucked gently at first, then deeper.
Soon, his entire cock was down my throat.
Tom grabbed the back of my head and held me in place.
“F–fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned.
I felt his warm load shoot into my throat — thick and hot — and I swallowed every drop.
Then I pulled back and kissed him deeply again, tasting him on my lips.
Tom then began stroking my cock.
I was so turned on, it only took five minutes before I came hard all over his chest.
We lay there afterward, tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily — our bodies warm, our hearts racing.
There were no more secrets.
Just love.
