My intimate first time

It was another one of those close summer evenings and me and my boyfriend Luke were at my house. Once again my parents were away for a dinner-and-dance hosted by my Dad's company somewhere up country and they wouldn't be back for a day or two.

Luke and I sat on a wooden bench outside, he was sat to one side of the bench, hunched slightly in the corner and I was nestled in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was just another great moment where sex hadn't even crossed our minds and we were still having a great time. My mind was cast back to the first time we met.

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It was a slightly horrible way to meet, and I was kind of ashamed of it. I'd always warned my younger sister that if she ever met anyone online in a chatroom who wanted to meet up with her she should just say, "No".

But one day, on a dating website, I got an e-mail from someone called Luke who wanted to chat. As usual, I started talking to him and the pictures of him on the internet were more than just cute, but I never imagined taking it any further.

After a month or two of just chatting on the internet we decided to meet up. It was a mutual thing, and I wasn't even worried because we'd talked on the phone and seen each other on webcam so I was sure he couldn't be a fraudster.

We met up the next day and I was right, he definitely was more than cute. He was taller than me by an inch or two with quite a big-built body (mainly because of muscle, not fat) and his shaved head emphasized the adorable features of his face.

The day was great. We shopped, we ate lunch, we sat on the cathedral green for a few hours just talking. Eventually, the conversation got quite steamy, and we disappeared from the green to make-out with each other.

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We were still together a year later, and soon I'd be going to University while he traveled the world. It was hard to blink back the tears whenever I thought about it, but was just thankful that I had him here, now. And that the time I spent with him was well-spent so that we hadn't regretted it later.

I felt him shift from beneath me, and he looked down into my eyes,
"I'm gonna go have a shower" he said casually, "Care to join me?"
I shook my head. I wasn't in the mood, because I knew we'd just end up making more mess than whatever we cleaned up. We quite often ended up in the shower together and it always ended with him blowing his load all over me.

He gently climbed to his feet and I sat up, watching him as he vanished back inside the house. I watched the sun as it made it's final leg of it's journey behind the hills in the distance, and slowly I made my way back inside the house, too. Closing the door behind me.

I ran upstairs, taking them two at a time. I heard Luke in the shower as I passed the door, he was singing a song but the dribbling water down is face made the song incoherant. My bedroom was still the organised mess that it always had been. The curtains were half-closed and a gentle beam of diminishing light from the red sky shone through onto the unmade bed. I collapsed onto it, and lay there not even thinking about anything.

I stretched out and knocked a broom over, it fell and jammed against the door-handle, but I didn't notice at first. After a short while, however long I'd been laying there, thinking about nothing, there came a gentle knock on the bedroom door.
"James?"

I was Luke's voice, but it sounded strange somehow. I instantly recognised the tone as when he was horny and wanted some. 
I climbed off of the bed, and pushed the broom out of the way, opened the door. Luke was standing there, drenched from head to toe in water, he was completely naked, not even a towel was wrapped around him.

Luke wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close to him,
"I need you" he said in a low voice and suddenly all other thoughts were driven from my mind, for it was the first time he had spoken to me like this. I held Luke close and suddenly his head was tilting, his lips seeking mine. We kissed and a lightness pushed through me, a euphoric charge that banished all weariness and concerns. At that moment, I knew only Luke... I knew only my boyfriend.
He pulled away slightly, ending the kiss, but the elation remained within me. Luke took my hand and led me closer to the bed,
"Please..." he said quietly.

I went to her and we both sank down onto the sheets, Luke lying back so that I was over him, my lips only inches away from his.
I tried to speak, but his fingertips touched my mouth. There's no need, his eyes told me.

His hand moved to my cheek and I pressed my lips to his once more, relishing the soft, warm moistness I found there. I felt him slip his hand behind my neck, pulling me down so that our kiss became hard, a swift passion rising from our closeness. Luke's lips parted when our embrace tightened, and our bodies grew rigid, the pressure almost desperate. The tips of our tongues touched and I felt my muscles quiver as if with mild shock. I heard him faintly moan and became lost in him, bearing down harder so that his head was pressed into the matress beneath us. His legs parted and I slid my leg between his thighs; Luke's hips rose to meet my hard dick.

For the briefest of moment, an inner voice warned me that this could be a foolish mistake, that the time was wrong, there was so much suddenness in the situation; but already it was too late, for we both shared the same hunger, our passion was equal, and even if I chose to stop, then Luke's need alone would easily overwhelm me. I gave myself up to him, casting aside any other thoughts, lost to a desire that was now beyond control. Our kiss became less fierce and instead, more exquisite; we were sinking into each other, our physical bodies no barrier to each other's conciousness.

Luke's hands roved down my back and under my open shirt, his fungers curling into my flesh, and I murmered with the pleasure of it. I lifted my upper body from him so that I could run my fingers along the line of his soft, gorgeous face, slipping my fingers over his hardening nipples. The feel of his flesh, my first exploration of his body feulled through passion rather than lust, was more sensual than I thought possible; it was the initial moment of mutual passionate discovery, that sublime moment when two people understand they are to make love for the first time. My hand, trembling slightly, moved down, following the line of his muscles, fingertips gently tickling his flesh.

Luke was fully aroused and my hand closed over his throbbing cock. I felt a tiny shiver run through him. Luke spoke my name in a low, breathless sigh as my fingers stroked his dick, causing it to become even more erect from my soft hand surrounding it. Luke's hands became still as he savoured me caress, his breathing shallow, his body tight with raw desire.

He held his breath as my hand pushed down his foreskin and my lips brushed against the smoothness of his abs, my tongue moistening his nipple that had become so firm yet so wonderfully sensitive. I felt him shudder as I drew his nipple into my mouth and smothered its very tip with my own juices. He gasped as my tongue pressed into him, then coaxed the nippled forward again with soft, wet strokes. His hands could no longer remain still and he clenched them into the flesh of my back, kneading my skin, reaching for my spine and following it's rigid line into the waistband of my jeans.
I raised my head to find his lips again and this time our kiss was frantic, our mouths crushing each other's, teeth clashing, our tongues probing, fluids mingling, our senses spinning, our hands never still now, but pushing, squeezing, gripping, hard, then soft, firm, then tender.

Abruptly, I broke away, leaving Luke beneath me to stare into my eyes as my hand moved rythemically on his dick, his hand on my own cock, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw breath. The room might have been in darkness so unaware were we of anything around us. A light sheen covered his skin, and the tenderness of his gaze, tinged with the hunger of his passion, was almost mesmerizing. My thoughts began to sink into his.

Suddenly weakened, I lay down beside him, my sensory confusion fighting briefly with my physical need. Only secnds passed before I grabbed his dick again and started to move my hand rapidly. His eyelids closed and his lips tilted in a smile that I found as erotic as the rock-hard dick I fondled.

The smile became desperate as my other hand wandered down his stomach to fall into the cleft of his thighs, there to press the thin material of the bedsheets between his legs. Luke gave a little cry as he writhed beneath my touch, and his hand on my shoudler, pulling down so my free hand slid underneath him into his butt cheeks. I felt his hole.

Luke breathed my name once again, an imploration that was unnecessary, and I shifted my hand, searching his ass crack to feel the velvety smoothness of the skin around his butthole; to the blindness of my touch it seemed so beautifully unusual, my journey deliberately slow, cherishing rather than teasing as his faint murmers urged me on. His arms splayed on the sheet beneath us as his neck arched and his shoulderblades almost touched; his cock stood bare and proud in the light from the window, it's head pink and swollen.

My fingertips found his asshole once again and slipped inside. I thought it was impossible to be aroused further, but when my fingers slipped into the full, creamy wetness of Luke's ass I felt a surge of excitement that seemed to awaken every sensory nerve I possessed. And now he helped me by reacheddown and hooking his thumbs into his asshole to open it wider, allowing more of my prying fingers to slip inside. He waited, his eyes closed, mouth open slightly, the tip of his tongue resting between his teeth.

Luke wanted me inside her, she wanted my hard cock, my lean body to smother his, he wanted my cock inside his ass, he wanted me filling him so that our bodies were joined, locked together with nothing between our flesh except our own heat. Aroused so deeply that he was almost in torment, he waited for me to enter him.
But I was not yet ready for that.

He felt my hands on his thighs, pushing his legs over his head; he felt the sensuous trail of my tongue as it left its silky trail along his soft thighs. He moaned and turned his head aside so that his temple pressed into his own hair and the bedsheets beneath.

I caught his scent, that man's issure that was so potent. I needed him badly - I ached at my centre for him - but I could not resist this tantalizing prelude, for it had as much to do with homage as it did with lust. I wanted to please him, and I wanted to taste him.

Luke shuddered was my lips reached his butthole and my kiss there was as tender as any kiss could be. When my tongue stabbed gently into him, opening him, wetness joining wetness, his arms explored spread out outwards and his hands clutched the sheets. I explored the outer edges, probing the fleshy folds that were inside him, titillating the nerve endings, moving higher and licking with even more rawness.

Luke was helpless, pinned there by a muscle inside his head, which told him to lay there and take it. His legs above his head opened wider as he drew in a breath that wheezed in his throat, and when I glided deeper into him, my tongue flexing against the inner walls that themselves were moving with rythmic restlessness, his hands uncurled from the sheets and held my head, fingers sliding into my untidy hair to take a grip, using me. He cried our, a sound that had nothing to do with pain but all to do with pleasure, and he knew that he could not take much more of this, that juices inside him were beginning to flow too freely, his movement was becoming too vigorous. He needed me completely when that dam of ecstasy was breached, he wanted my rapture to arrive with his. He pulled at me, calming his own motion as he did so, and I understood.

I rose, belt undone and clothing so quickly discarded as Luke shifted across the bed so that only his ankles and feet were off the edge. The sight of him lying there, his perfect dick free from his clothes, left me breathless. I watched him from the bed, an alluring, heavy-lidded haziness in his eyes, and raised a hand towards me.

I went to him, lowering myself gently as I pushed his legs above his head again, I pushed myself into him, slowly, smoothly, feeling little resistance, deliberately taking time with the intrusion so that there would be no pain for him, penetrating until I had no more of my cock to force in, my hips were tight against his butt-cheeks. His hands were like clawns on the bedsheet as he writhed beneath me and his breath was hot against my body as I thrust and withdrew, thrust and withrew.

"James, oh James..."
A new, heightened delirium took charge of my mind and my conciousness sped into his in emulation of my physical penetration; but with this mental ingress there was no withdrawal, no pulling back, there was only a forward thrusting into a place of few boundaries. It was as before, when we had connected physically all those times out of our feelings of lust, but never through raw romantic passion.
Wetness had gathered at the corner of Luke's eyes and a tear disturbed by his movement, spilled over to glide across his cheekbone and onto the bed. He was frantic, almost unable to draw breath, for never - NEVER - had he known such agonizing bliss. A long, shivering moan escpaed him and his whole being began to clentch tight as his grabbed his cock and started jerking off quickly. Every tendon, every muscle, seemed to be drawing itself inwards, and the secretions of his cock flowed, becomming a torrent inside him, all rushing to that one point , the place he was sharing with his wonderful, loving boyfriend. The moan diminished to a thin, drawn-out, euphoric cry as he blew his load all over his chest, and some on his face.

The tenseness in my chest stretched to the rest of my body, seizing the muscles so that they were rigid in my limbs and stomach. My hips worked even more forcefully and I buried my hands into Luke's hair as his head tilted backwards and his neck arched in the final thores of his own ecstast. He collapsed away from me as his body had gone limp, but immediately came back at me, almost lifting my body. I stayed with him, falling, rising, falling, rising, he feet now on the bedsheets as we moved position slightly. This union between us began to peak and together we soared to a new level of rapture, reaching, it seemed, a white light.