Beginnings

Author's Note: My characters often skip safe sex practices (like using condoms..) because STDs don't exist in my imagination. But I always practice safe sex and I hope you do too.

This is how it all began for me. While you will hopefully grant me your understanding for my occasional use of artistic license, everything here is true. Here it is: the story of my youth.

It begins in a doorway, where I found myself huddled to avoid being drenched by the falling rain. I looked across the road to the neon lights of the bar that beckoned me. The repeated drum beat of some electro-pop song echoed across the nearly deserted street. I looked left and right making sure that no one watched, pulled my coat a little tighter to avoid getting the cascading rainfall, and ran towards the warm glow. Grabbing the door, I pulled it open and ducked inside.

It was darker than I expected, and a lot less crowded. I quickly scanned the room. “Good,” I thought, “no one from school here.” Eighteen and still in high school, I dreaded the thought of being caught. Afterall, I certainly wasn’t out—not even to myself. “It’s just a test,” I had repeated to myself, providing the reassurance to make this bold exploration, “just to see if I like it.” Of course I would like it—my favorite part of the day was heading to the communal shower rooms after soccer practice every day. All those boys my age, naked, wrestling with each other. I could barely avoid an erection each day watching them rub soap across their bodies—

“What are you havin’?”

The barman’s question pulled me from my thoughts.

“Umm…,” I paused and looked around. The man nearest to me was drinking a can of beer.

“I’ll have that one,” I said, pointing at it.

The man beside me gave a slight laugh. “Good choice,” he said.

I watched the bartender shuffle off to fetch it. When I turned away from the bar I found the man’s hand extended.

“I’m Mark. What’s your name?” he asked.

“Oh, umm, I’m Jake. Nice to meet you.”

It was then that I got a good look at him. Undoubtedly tall, though he sat on a stool, he sported dark blonde hair that framed rugged, manly good looks. Light stubble formed the shadow of a beard. He was older than me, perhaps in his early thirties, and sported the broad shoulders that come only from years of gym visits.
The bartender returned with my drink and I gave him the proper cash with a tip. He gave me a once-over glance, smiled, and walked away.
“He thinks you’re cute,” Mark informed me. At five foot eight, with brown hair and brown eyes, I tended to blend in with the crowd in appearance. Yet years of soccer, gym visits, and swimming had given me a very tight body, a defined six-pack, and smooth physique.
Mark and I talked while we drank the beers. We continued to talk through the next beer, and the one after that. Soon enough, I felt the buzz of alcohol clouding my brain. That explains, perhaps, why I found myself in a taxi with Mark, and then inside his apartment shortly after.
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“Would you like something more to drink?” he asked me. Both of us stood in the living room of his small, one-bedroom apartment. I could see the bedroom through the open door. I gulped.

“I guess, uhh, I’ll take whatever.”

My anxiety was palpable. I had gone to test the waters of gay life yet had just dove off the deep end, straight into my first one night stand.

Mark brought me a drink—whiskey on the rocks—and I drank it down. Immediately I gagged and coughed at the awful taste. He laughed and put his arm around me.

“Takes a little getting used to.”

Recovering, I stood up straight and found myself only inches from him. I then realized just how big he was. Taller than me by almost four inches, he towered over me. His strong arms pulled me in closer so that my face came right against his broad shoulders. I looked up at him and managed a nervous smile. He took it as his invite and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue lightly parting my lips and sliding into my mouth. After a moment of shock, I passed my tongue across his and began to kiss him back tentatively. Again, he saw my reaction as the beginnings of lust and only proceeded to kiss me harder, while his arm around my wait pulled me tighter against him.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, and while I fought to catch my breath and regain my equilibrium, he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off. I gasped at the sight of his body. I had seen many half-naked and fully naked boys in my gym classes, yet here was a full-grown man. His body was covered in muscle, perfectly proportioned, like the personification of a greek statue. He was smooth all over, except for a light bit of hair that played across his chest. Smiling at my gawking stare, he kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them in one quick motion. His black-banded 2xists remained the last strip of modesty on his body.
“Now its your turn,” Mark said while staring at me.

Nervously, I stood there, unmoving, trying to mutter a coherent sentence. He laughed, that melody of sound, and walked forward. Quickly he grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it off of me. He wrapped one strong arm around me, pulled me in tight, and leaned down to kiss along my neck, then down to my chest, and licked across my nipples. His free hand traveled down my side and across my abs, feeling each ridge. Then, his hand moved to my dick, which stood at perfect attention, straining to get out and join the fun.
Taking this as his invitation, still holding me with one arm he moved to the side and unbuttoned my pants in one deft move with his traveling hand, then slid them down to my ankles. The arm around my body guided me, and I stepped out of pants now on the floor.

Without a word, Mark guided me to his bedroom. I sat down on the edge of his bed. Mark moved to stand in front of me, his underwear now at eye level. I looked up at his face. Looking down at me, he said, “go ahead… take them off.” Nervously, I reached out, grabbed the elastic band, and slid them down. His hard dick seemed to explode out, glad to be free of its confines. I let his underwear drop to the floor and wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock. I hadn’t seen many hard dicks outside of porn, besides my own, but I knew his was big. Perhaps seven inches long, and thick enough that my hand barely wrapped around it.

“Lick it,” he told me.

I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out, and licked the head of his shaft. His hips moved forward, pressing the head against my lips.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Now, suck it.”

I opened my mouth and his dick slid in slowly. Sucking in, I rubbed my tongue along the bottom as Mark’s hips slowly moved forward and backwards. He moaned. The sound of this sexy stud enjoying my work ignited a passion inside me that conquered my feelings of anxiety. I was extremely turned on by sucking off this gorgeous man. I increased my efforts, really trying to give him pleasure. Mark sensed my newfound excitement. He grabbed the back of my head and really started pushing his dick in my mouth.

“Baby, you have the hottest mouth,” he told me. I looked up to see him smiling at me. Our eyes connected and I wondered if it turned him on to see me staring at him with his dick sliding in and out of my mouth.

After a few minutes, he pulled his dick out. He moved forward climbing onto the bed, and I leaned backwards as he got on top of me. We shifted upwards to the head of the bed, and for the first time I felt the weight of a man across my entire body. My dick, straining against my underwear, stood so hard it was nearly painful. I grabbed my underwear and slid it off, throwing it on the floor. Mark looked down at my dick.

“Wow… big boy, I see!” I answered him with a blush.

Mark wrapped his arms around my body and embraced me, our clothes and anything else separating us now removed. Once again his mouth found mine and our tongues danced.

“Have you ever been fucked by a guy before, Jake?” Mark asked me.

“No…,” I replied. The hesitancy I felt before immediately began to creep in again.

“Would you like to try…?” Mark questioned.

I paused for a second. I don’t care what high school health classes tell you about chastity, because at eighteen, virginity is a curse, not a gift, and I knew I could never pick a man more beautiful to take mine. I nodded slightly.

Mark reached across the bed and opened the top drawer beside it. From it, he pulled out a bottle of lube. Still laying across me, our eyes locked, he balanced himself, squirted some in his hand, and rubbed it all over his dick. Then, he moved his legs between mine, sat up, and laid my legs across his shoulders. I gasped as his hands found my asshole and his fingers spread the cold lube across it. Mark smiled down at me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I gulped. “…yes…”

“Don’t worry,” he told me reassuringly, “I’ll go slow.”
With that, he guided his dick forward and I felt it begin to push inside of me. Immediately I began to feel discomfort, and then pain. After all, his dick was pretty big. He pushed it in until his pubes pressed right up against me, then held it there.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m fine. I’m more than fine, actually.”

And I was. Maybe it was his stunning beauty, or that I was so turned on, or I was a natural bottom, but I didn’t feel any pain, I felt pleasure.

Looking straight into his eyes, I stated, “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard.”

He paused for only a second, then grinned, pulled out, and shoved his dick back in. A wave of pleasure spread across my entire body. He did it again, and again. My skin tingled. Over and over, Mark drove his dick deep inside of me. My arms wrapped themselves around his back, then moved down to his ass, drawing him into me as deep as he could go. The fucking increased in intensity, and the sweat off Mark’s body began to drip onto mine. With this, I was in heaven.

Mark continued to pound into me. My hands clawed across his back and his ass, the intense fucking releasing all inhibitions. I wanted him in me, and no matter how hard he thrust I felt like I wanted more.
“God, baby, you’re so hot!” he shouted as he pounded into me over and over. The feel of his body rubbing against mine put me in a state of bliss. “I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna cum inside you!”

With my hands still on his ass, I pulled him in as deep as he could go. He slammed into me, moaning loudly, and I felt his entire body pulse as he finished himself off. The feeling of this, and the sound of his moans, drove me over the edge and I came harder than I ever had in my life. It shot across my abs, onto my chest, and even onto his bed. Only a heartbeat after his climax, Mark pulled me tight and kissed me deeply.

Mark withdrew from inside me and collapsed at my side. We both lay there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat and sticky cum. A few moments later, Mark sat up and turned to me.

“That was amazing.”

We both laughed.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me up, “we need to clean up. Lets go take a shower.”
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Leaving Mark’s apartment, I once again shielded myself from the pouring rain. I signaled the first taxi I saw and jumped inside. Giving the taxi driver my address, I sat back and relived the memory of what had just happened. I pulled out my phone and looked at the newest number saved, given the name “Sexy Mark.” I smiled to myself and began wondering when I would be back in his apartment again.

To Be Continued.

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