My first time...

Isn’t it strange how one minuet you can have your heart set on something, and then the next you feel like giving up…? Well, that’s how I felt about a year ago, sitting alone in my room, trying to coax myself into a little “solo action”, but my cock just didn’t seem to want to do anything.

I was coming up to my Eighteenth Birthday and unlike all of my gay friends I was still a Virgin. Now, you may say, “Well, if you had gay friends, why didn’t you sleep with them?”, and my simple answer would be because of what they are ‘friends’, I’m the kind of person who could never sleep with a friend because the aftermath would be way to weird.
Anyway, I’d totally given up hope, until something crept around the love corner that very weekend. I was out with friends clubbing, as we did pretty much every weekend, just generally getting drunk and having a good time, until I had a bit TOO much of a good time, and ended up falling asleep at the last club of the night. The next thing I knew, I was waking up at home with one of the worst hangovers ever given to a human by god.

Not long after waking up my Mum brought me the cordless phone from downstairs and told me that my best friend was on the phone. I knew she’d just want to talk what happened last night and make everything that happened after I fell asleep seem REALLY good.

“Hi” I opened the conversation croakily, my head felt like someone was smacking it against a brick wall
“How are you feeling?” Lea asked, she sounded fine. I was so jealous, she never got a hangover.
“Not very good… How about you? You sound fine”
“I am” she chirped mockingly, “and I’ve got some VERY bad news for you”
“Oh god… What is it?”

“Last night I was speaking to this guy, and he hinted at having had a boyfriend, so I asked if he was gay and he said ‘yes’”
Already I could see what direction this was heading in… Just what I needed. NOT.
“So, what happened?” I asked, urging the story on
“Well, I told him that I had a gay friend and pointed him in your direction, so he walked over, and came back about two minuets later, and I said ‘What did you think of him?’ and then he said, ‘I think he’s really fit but he’s so drunk he couldn’t even speak’. So you missed out on your chance there, boy!”
“Thanks for that…” I replied sarcastically. We continued the conversation for a little while longer before I hung up, and fell asleep.

Before I knew it, the next weekend had crept around the corner and I found myself back at the same nightclub, but without so much alcohol in my blood. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about the gy from the last weekend at all… until Lea ran up to me frantically.
“He’s here” she said excitedly
“Who…?”
“Him… HIM! The one who thought you were really fit, and wanted to talk to you but you were too drunk, remember?
“Holy shit” suddenly all of my senses perked up, “where is he?”
“Over there” Lea said, “I’ll go get him, and tell him to come over and talk to you”
I tried to say “wait”, but my throat was already dry through nervousness, I was TOTALLY not used to flirting with strangers, and when I saw him it made it even more difficult to try not to let out a little yelp of nervous fear.

The best word to describe him would be ‘adorable’. He had big beautiful eyes, which I could instantly see were bright green in colour. His skin was light, but not pale, and complimented his short dark brown hair perfectly. He had a very cute, baby-like face and big bushy eyebrows with a little bit of stubble around his chin. When I first saw him he was just ‘adorable’ but after a quick examination I would say he was ‘adorably rough-looking’ in a VERY good way.
When he came and sat down next to me I could tell he was a little bit older, but I didn’t want to say anything about that straight away so I extended my hand and said,
“Hi, I’m Alex”
When his hand touched mine I felt that his skin was smooth, even the skin on the palm of his hands had been well moisturized, but his grip was nice and firm, which was a good sign.
“I’m Ben” he replied with a dazzlingly white smile. I could see that he was nicely toned by the way his white shirt gripped his body. He was extremely straight looking and very straight acting, which was something I’d always had a soft side for.

We talked for a while about anything and everything that came to mind, the conversation flowed smoothly, but anyone who’d sat and listened would have been able to tell we were both nervous. I refrained from picking up my drink because he would have been able to see how much I was shaking.
After about thirty minuets his friends saw where he was sitting, and came and sat down too. He talked to them for a while and I started to feel like a third-wheel. He introduced me to them all by hand shakes and name exchanges, and then one of the girls started a story about a boy she liked who was giving her the elbow.
I sat there, pretending to listen, but I couldn’t hear a word she was saying over all the talking and music. Halfway through the story, Ben suddenly turned and put his hand on my leg, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood-up.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude” he smiled again, and I just felt like I’d melted
“It’s fine” I smiled back. I’d always hated my smile until recently, so many people had been complimenting me on it that I decided I should use it more often.
He talked to her for a little while longer, and then focused his attention back to me, which was when I found out that he was ‘20’, only three years difference, that was no problem at ALL. Then he said words that changed the night for me,
“I’m going to go talk to my friends, okay?” then he got up, and just left. I was crushed. I’m such a paranoid person, teaming that with the fact that I’ve never dealt with a guy like this before and you create a VERY bad scenario.

I spent the rest of the night telling all my friends that the whole meeting was a failure and that I was going to end up alone. Then my friend Laura asked me to go to the entrance of the club and wait for her boyfriend with her, and I agreed. I knew she’d listen to what I had to say and give good advice, she usually did.
So we went over and waited, and I poured my heart out to her. She told me what everyone else had told me, that I was being paranoid, and not to worry just because he wanted to go and speak to his friends. I thought he must have hated me already.

Then I saw her eyes widen as she looked out to the entrance, I followed her gaze and saw Ben leaving. Again my world dissolved painfully, until he looked up and his eyes locked mine, he smiled and turned around, walked back into the club.

“He’s coming back in to say goodbye” Laura smiled, and took out her phone, pretending to do something with it.
Ben walked up to me and smiled again
“I’m gonna go now, cause I got work tomorrow morning, but I’ll get some money on my phone soon and send you a message, okay?”
The whole time he’d been talking he was rubbing my arm. When I nodded and gave a weak smile, still unsure of whether he liked me or not, he left the club, and the rest of the night rolled out normally.

Weeks followed where I didn’t receive any messages. It couldn’t have taken him THIS long to put money on his phone, right? I tried to think of possibilities. I sent him a message every three or four days, just to say ‘Hey, hope you’re doing okay’.

When my Eighteenth birthday party had been sorted I decided to invite, although I was almost one hundred percent sure that I wouldn’t receive a reply and that he wouldn’t turn up. I sent him the message, and to no surprise, didn’t receive a reply. So I got on with trying to forget about it.
My party came around and all of my friends were there, it was great, everyone was really happy and drunk and celebrating a day devoted to ME.
Everything turned around when Ben arrived. He’d brought a friend, which was fine by me, I expected him to bring someone who’d “look after him” so to speak.
As with all the other guests I went over to him and said the usual, “Hi, glad you could make it”. Then he surprised me by leaning in, kissing me on the cheek, and saying,
“Thanks for inviting me, let me buy you a drink”

We went to the bar, and like he’d promised he bought me a drink, then another, and another, and another, and another. By that time we were both quite drunk, and we’d been talking for ages. He lived on his own in a small apartment not far away. He said something to me that made me shake with nervousness again, but also become very excited.
“Do you wanna come back to mine after the party’s finished?”

I looked up at him, and he smiled. I felt my mind whirring at high speed trying to think of an answer. Then, before my brain had even told me its conclusion I found myself saying,
“Okay”.
For the rest of the night I was worried, walking around like I was in a trance. At one point I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, drinking lots of water to make sure I wouldn’t wake up at his house the next day with a dry mouth or a hangover. He spotted me in the corner, and came over to talk to me.
“I can tell you’re nervous” He said as he took a chair, “don’t worry, you’ll be fine”
He leaned over and gave me our first kiss, long, moist, and passionate. After we broke away I paused for a moment, looked at him, and then dive in for another long, passionate kiss.

At the end of the night, we called a Taxi, and he told the driver the address. He sat in the back with me, rubbing my leg half the way, and then taking my hand and holding it tight until we got there.
His apartment was small, and he’d painted it all white. The furnishings matched, so even though it was small it definitely didn’t look shabby.
We had a drink, he had a cup of coffee because he said it gave him energy, and I had another glass of water. I didn’t speak at all, I was so nervous.
He led me into his room, and started kissing me slowly, I let him melt into me as his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck and then to my body, kissing lower and lower, undoing the buttons on my shirt until he’d undone the last one and reached the top of my jeans.

He pulled the zipper on my jeans down, and pulled out my hardening 7.5” cock, which he put in his mouth. He let his tongue roam around my foreskin as he sucked, my legs were weak and shaking because of the intense feeling he was giving me.

I took his arm and stood him up, kissed him some more whilst I undid his shirt and slipped it off to reveal a very nicely toned body, but not too muscular. He lay down on the bed, and I slipped off his jeans and underwear so that he lay there completely naked, his 8” cock was already hard and throbbing, and was a lot thicker than I had anticipated. I took off all of my clothes, and then lay on top of him, kissing whilst we rubbed our cocks against each other.

I went down to his cock, and put it him my mouth, started sucking the way I always had with guys. To my delight he moaned loudly as I deep throated the entire thing. Then I worked my way back up his body to his mouth where we kissed some more, and rubbed together, sweat had begun to glisten on our bodies.

He took a condom from he bedside drawer and held it out to me
“Giving, or receiving?” he asked. I took the condom from him, and opened the wrapper, slowly placed it on his cock, then kissed him for a while whist I jacked him off. After a few minuets I sat with my knees either side of him, looking down on him. I reached behind myself, and grabbed his cock, which I guided to my ass. I moved slowly, letting his cock go in and out inch by inch until I had as much in as I could handle, then I started moving faster and more vigorously.

Our bodies moved together as he started thrusting too. I could feel his cock deep inside me, I could hear the slap slap slap of his thighs against my ass cheeks as we moved rhythmically. I reached around and started playing with his balls, every now and then I’d insert my index finger into my ass with his cock, making him moan more and more.

I have no idea how long we’d been going at it before I reached around to play with his balls again, and felt them tighten. He drew in a quick breath and I undoubtedly felt him blow his load into the condom. We lay there for a moment, with him still inside me, kissing slowly. Then he took out another condom and said,
“Your turn… You up for it?”

My cock rose in reply and we swapped positions. The feeling of my cock going into his ass was a feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, it was so intense that I couldn’t even move. Unlike him I didn’t gyrate with him, I just lay there and let him do all the moving.

After a while I felt the sensation that spread across my balls, my shaft, and my lower abdomen. I took a deep breath and just let the orgasmic sensation spread over me as I came inside him. I heard myself making noises like I’d never made before, loud and sensual.

After Ben had cleaned up he came back to bed and lay next to me, even his flaccid penis was huge. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and awoke the next day, both clearly aroused. We jacked each other off, side by side, with the covers off until we both blew our loads onto our chests. Then lay there for a while longer before we started talking about the sex.
“… So I guess this means we’re going together now, right?” Ben asked. My stomach gave a playful somersault,
“Yeah” I replied, “I guess it does…”