Dylan's First

In a small parking lot outside of a Shop & Save a young man named Dylan stood drunk and vulnerable and horny. He was barely underage but he certainly shouldn’t have been parading around drunk but he’d been at a party and his mom called and asked if he could stop and get some things. She read off a wordy list and he readily obliged. He’d come out of the store and just as he was getting in the car he was stopped by a short, blonde boy. He looked about 19 and seemed worried.

“Hey doll, would you mind giving me a ride to the Pryors down the road?” he asked seeming nonchalant. Dylan turned from the partly open car door startled. Dylan could easily be found attractive by anyone. He had a lean, runner’s body that was slightly muscled and well-tanned. He had chocolate hair and bright brown eyes.

“W-well, sure man! Get in.” Dylan answered obviously drunk. Once they were sitting in the car Dylan reached into his pocket for his keys. The boy watched everything he did and studied him precariously, knowing he was drunk and not fully stable.
“Are you okay?” he asked despite already knowing the answer.

“I guess so.” He answered unbuckling the seatbelt. He turned around and leaned over the console and reaching to get something from the back. His shirt slid up so that the boy could see his back and his abs. His butt was only inches away from the boy’s face but because of his current state of intoxication he wasn’t concerned. He subtly reached up and pulled on the shirt so it would cover Dylan again. He fell back onto the seat with a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

“You want one, man?” he offered holding it out to him open.
“No. How old are you?”
“19... it’s not my fault. A friend of mine got me hooked on em’.”
“Hmm. You look younger. Oh, I guess I should tell you my name, huh?”
“I guess I should too.”
“Chris.”
“Dylan.”
“Pleasure.”

“Indeed.” Dylan said turning to face the wheel again. Because of his current disorientation he had to think of what to do. Turn the key something told him. He put his key into the ignition and attempted to start it. It roared perfectly then sat silently in the lot. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t even my car!” he whined ignoring Chris’s existence. He turned it again and got the same response. Chris unbuckled himself and leaned forward, shoving his open mouth onto Dylan’s. His hands absent-mindedly found their way to the elastic on Dylan’s shorts. Dylan’s present mindedly pushed on Chris’s chest trying to get him to stop. Succeeding in his attempt, Chris returned back to sitting like nothing had happened. He looked up at him innocently, almost hurt.

Dylan sat staring at him wide eyed and confused. He had never kissed anyone so soon after he’d met them let alone a guy. It felt surprisingly good to be kissed like that. So good in fact that he’d completely forgotten about the car.
“Umm, I’ll admit I might be wrong but I could’ve sworn that you, a boy, kissed me, a boy. Am I mistaken, perhaps?” He stumbled through his words, barely regaining his ability to speak.
“No. You’re right.”
“W-why?”
“To calm you down and get your mind off of the situation at hand.”
“Oh. Wow.” Dylan said still shocked and feeling slightly out of breath. He wasn’t going to ask for it again. Even being drunk didn’t diminish his sense of right and wrong but he did want to be kissed again. Dylan sat back against the seat and sighed. There was nothing he could really do. If he called the garage down the road they would come and see that he was drunk.

“Hey, are you alright?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m sad, actually. I can’t find anywhere to go with this. This car’s so fucked and I can’t think straight and you kissed me. I feel so stuck.”
“You know, I’m only 22.”
“Really? You look a lot younger than that. Wait. Why are you telling me this?” Dylan said not understanding quite why he’d added that.
“I’m close enough to your age for you to want me.”
“Wha--- I don’t like guys!!!”
“Just saying.”
“I don’t see why.” Dylan mumbled, calming down.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris asked sweetly. Dylan looked at him silently and looked away shyly.Chris smiled and leaned over to kiss him again. He didn’t fight it but he didn’t kiss back. Chris held his waist and kissed him so passionately that Dylan could actually feel himself getting hard.
“Please kiss me.” Chris begged. Dylan did as he was told and instantly found that he was enjoying it. It was so deep and wonderful. This guy seemed perfectly fine to vent his horniness with now.

“Can we have sex?” Dylan asked astonished.
“Definitely!” Chris climbed into the back and Dylan fell on top of him awkwardly. Chris pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees and bent over. Dylan let his shorts drop to the floor of the car and kneeled behind him. Gently he ran his hand over Chris’s soft smooth bottom. He sucked on his middle finger and gently slipped it into Chris’s tight pink hole. He moaned quietly as Dylan pushed in and out.
“You have a beautiful ass.”

“I thought you didn’t like guys?” Chris teased. Slipping his finger out, Dylan shoved the generously pre-cum lubed head against his wonderful tight bottom. He slipped in quickly shocking Chris by his size. He hadn’t expected Dylan to be so big. He’d never felt anything that size inside him. Dylan slipped in and out slowly, trying to get a feel for the resistance. He’d never felt anything so hot and tight on his cock. After they’d both adjusted, he sped up. He rocked back and forth in perfect rhythm and enjoyed the way the ring tightened and loosened around his dick. Chris was moaning like a girl and gently stroking himself.

“Oh my god, this amazing.” Dylan whispered as he leant forward and kissed Chris’s neck and shoulders.
“Oh, you’re amazing, Dylan!” Chris moaned back, filled with ecstasy. Dylan felt his body tighten and build up as he readied to shoot into Chris’s little round bottom. He gripped Chris’s hair tightly, making him groan loudly, and shot deep into him. Chris collapsed underneath him and let the hot seed fill him. He breathed heavy and quickly as he begged for more inside him. Dylan began to push back in and out trying to gain the same speed that he’d had. Chris put his hand on the cock and quickly jerked it as it sat half way into his ass.

“Don’t you wanna cum?” Dylan whispered quietly into his ear.
“Of course I do! But you feel so good.”
“Oh,” Dylan laughed as he slipped his hand underneath Chris’s body and gripped his cock. He was shocked by how right it felt as he squeezed and stroked it in his hand. He felt Chris’s ass tighten around his head that still lay halfway inside. His body shook slightly just before he shot onto the seat and let out a loud cry.

“Oh my god!” Chris screamed as Dylan continued to guide his hand up and down the cock, working out all of the cum that he could. As Dylan gently kissed the side of his neck, Chris giggled and flipped on the seat. Dylan lay on top of him and kissed him passionately glad to be dominating. Both tired, they situated themselves to be as comfortable as possible with Chris, being lightweight, lying on Dylan’s chest.
“Do I mean anything to you?” he whisped quietly into Dylan’s smooth, shaved chest.
“I don’t know, Chris. I hope.” Dylan answered kissing the top of Chris’s messy blonde hair. They fell asleep in the backseat in each other’s arms. In the morning Dylan woke up ashamed of what he’d done. He could barely remember his friend’s name but judging by the fact that they were naked and the seat was layered in a generous cum he assumed they’d had sex.

“Chris?” Dylan whispered as he shook him.
“Mmm. Good morning.” He groaned.
“We should probably get dressed. I have to get home.” Dylan said. He slipped his underwear up his legs and scanned the floor for his shorts.
“Are-Are you ashamed of me?” Chris asked in a small scared voice.
“N-No! It’s not you it’s just- I don’t remember what happened last night, but I don’t really swing that way.”
“That’s what you said last night too but, well, I think you know what you did.” Chris giggled.

“I was drunk last night.”
“You said I was beautiful last night.”
“Really?” Dylan asked, shocked, catching himself off guard. He’d never even told any of the girls he’d been with that they were beautiful. Or any of their body parts, which was what Chris had ‘accidently’ left out.
“Really. Dylan? Please say you remember something.” Chris begged.

“I-I-I remembered your name. I remember the car not working and being upset. And I think I remember being kissed. Did that happen? Did you kiss me?”
“Yeah. Can you imagine having sex with me without kissing?” Chris asked grabbing both his underwear and jeans from the floor. He was too irritated to deal with Dylan now.
“Well here,” he began as he grabbed the notepad sitting on the dashboard with a pen. He quickly scribbled seven perfect digits across the yellow paper. “Call me.”

He handed Dylan the notepad and pulled his shirt over his head. Dylan, who’d gotten his shorts on while they were talking, looked at him quizzically.
“Didn’t you need a ride?”
“Eh. I’ll walk. Pryors is right down the road.” Chris sighed getting out and slamming the door.

Alone, Dylan stared down at the yellow lined notebook with Chris’s phone number slashed across it. Once he was fully dressed, Dylan climbed over the console and slipped into the driver’s seat. Taking a deep breath, he turned the key to start the car. Smoothly the engine revved and to his surprise the car started. He quietly cheered to himself and pulled out of the parking lot, driving to his house.

Once inside, the groceries put away and his mother’s worries laid to rest, he went up to the bedroom. He’d brought the notepad inside with him but he wasn’t quite sure why. He passed the rest of his day bored. He watched TV, played a video game, surfed the web and read a book. All while thinking about Chris. For some reason he kept remembering bits and pieces about the way Chris had felt and looked.

Dylan took a shower and went to bed at 1 o clock the next morning. As the next day progressed he kept walking into his room and letting his attention turn to the notepad on the end table about 6:00 the evening after he sat and stared at the phone longingly. The way Chris had so easily captured him made him feel a need to finally except it. He was gay. He reluctantly walked toward the phone and carefully dialed the number.

“Hello?” Dylan said shakily.
“Hey. S’this Dylan?”
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Hey!! Really, uber proud of this, so it might not be that good. I know there isn’t a lot of sex in it (sorry) but I did my best. I think it’s good. Please comment!

Love. Grady…