Part 3 of Band Competition, et al...
I turned the lights out, and like most teenagers, we kept talking. At first, it was just school stuff, but somehow we managed to get the conversation around to sex. From sex, we got into our personal sexual habits. How often did we jerk off, what we used to clean up, had we had sex with anyone else male or female. As we were having this conversation, I could not speak for Mike, but I was hard as a rock and dripping like crazy. It was probably the first time I realized that I oozed like a toothpaste coming out of the tube. I knew we were heading to messing around, but I was trying to let him take the lead.
Mike asked me an odd question, had I ever wrestled nude? My brother was a wrestling coach, and I had wrestled with him, but we were not naked. I said that I never had but that it sounded exciting. He asked me if I wanted to give it a try. Of course, I was in agreement. We talk our shorts off, and he got on my bed naked. Our cocks were touching one another’s, and the sensation was nearly indescribable. I was still ambivalent about the wrestling part but knew there would be lots of feeling and touching. I realized that by wrestling nude, the activity was going to get us from point A to point B seemed nearly a hetro reason for actually touching each other.
He asked me if I was ready, and I said I was. Mike basically jumped on me. Our cocks collided and sent sparks through my system. Mike was on top, our cocks were next to each other, and his skin felt satin. I did not need to wrestle, I needed to touch this guy everywhere. Mike made some jokes about our stiffies, and He told me to try and reverse our positions. I made some half-hearted attempts, but Mike was there to help, and so I now ended up on top of him. We probably wrestled for a half-hour, before Mike made a comment that he was getting all sticky from me. I apologized for my leaking dick. Mike looked at the time and thought it might be useful to get to sleep. I told him that there was no way I was going to get to sleep in this condition. I needed to take care of my hard-on. He agreed.
We both laid back on my headboard and started stroking our cocks. I know we kept looking at each other’s cocks, and then at some point, Mike asked if I minded trying his hand on me. Of course, I said no. He wrapped his soft as silk hand around my cock, groaned, which was terrible because my parents were sleeping in the next room. He jacked me for a bit before I was brave enough to just wrap my hand around his amazing cock. From that point, it did not take either of us long to bust our nut. Mike came first and man what a thick load. His cum looked like Elmer’s glue. It was really thick and sticky. I know because what did not hit his neck and belly was on my hand. Shortly after that, I blew my load. It was as much as Mike’s but did not travel to my neck. Mine was just a bit thinner than his, but Mike seemed to love it. He asked me if I had ever eaten my cum. I said a few times, but then Mike asked if I had ever eaten someone else’s. I said no. Mike licked my cum off his hand first before he started licking my stomach, clean. He told me it tasted delicious. It was my turn. I confess to starting a little tentatively, but once I got that thick creamy load from my hand into my mouth, I could not wait to lick it off his body. After I had cleaned him up, he asked if I ever kissed a boy. I said that I had done, and then he asked had I ever kissed a boy who had my cum in his mouth. I said no, so he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. Slow and easy at first, and once he opened his lips, I opened mine, and his tongue went in my mouth really fast, licking all around my mouth, trying to taste his cum. I sent my tongue over to his mouth to do the same to me. There was some pretty severe kissing going off for a few minutes, I started to get hard again, Once he pulls away, he got off my bed and got on the mattress. However, before he did, he slid his hand down my cock one more time and called me an animal. I laughed and settled into bed.
Whenever Mike came to spend a weekend, I could guarantee that there would be nude wrestling, jacking off, and cum eating. We saw each other in February before his musical rehearsals began. We sometimes talked when he was at rehearsal, and I still saw him on the occasional weekend. I went to see him in his musical, he had the lead. I can remember sitting there watching him and knowing that I had something of him in me. It was kind of crazy. After graduation, we started to drift apart. By the fall of the following year, we had stopped talking to each other. I heard bits and pieces from his high school classmates about what he was doing in college, but once we all graduated from college, he was lost. I have tried multiple times to find him, but no luck.
I guess Mike really was my first real boyfriend without putting a label on it. I had messed around with a few other guys from my school, but that was just jerking off. I felt something for Mike.
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