My First Love

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

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WEEKEND AWAY

My routine at school has now changed, for the better, I might add.  I no longer hang out with my mates as much at lunchtime any more.  In fact, I barely spend any time with them at all now, as I now go and watch Will on the running track every day, and if no one else is around, I get to join him in the change rooms afterwards.  And if I’m lucky I get to suck him off, or he fucks my arse, that is of course, if no one else is in the change rooms either.

And after school, I don’t bother walking through the park anymore.  I mean why should I, I have what I want, my own very studly boyfriend.  Well, that is, I think Will’s my boyfriend.  I’m not really sure, as I haven’t had one before, nor a girlfriend either for that matter, and I can’t talk to any of my friends about Will because I don’t want to be labelled a poof or anything.  I guess more to the point I don’t want people to label Will as a poof.  That wouldn’t be fair on him, particularly as I don’t know if he has told anyone else or not.  I did try to talk to Troy about it.  Oh, hang on, I mean, I didn’t ask him if Will was gay or anything.  I just asked Troy if he knew if Will had a girlfriend or anything, but typically he didn’t know anything.  I really wonder if there is anything going on inside that boy's head sometimes.  As there was no one else I could ask, I mean I don’t know anyone else who does athletics that I could ask, well not without getting my head beat in any way.  So the mystery goes unsolved, for now.  Not that I mind a whole lot ‘cause I don’t really want anyone else to know.  It's got nothing to do with them; it's just between us.  It’s just like a secret love affair.

Mums’ beginning to suspects something’s up though.  Mum even asked me the other day if I was Ok.  I told her I was.  But mum persisted and asked me if I was unwell or coming down with something.  I assured her I was Ok.  Then mum asked me if I was seeing someone.  I looked at her, with what I hoped was a horrified expression on my face, and asked mum why she was giving me the third degree.  Mum just said that I seemed different somehow.  But when I asked her how, mum couldn't tell me.  So, I told mum she was dreaming and assured her that I was okay and breathed a sigh of relief when I got into my bedroom.

Wednesday.  After school, when I got home; I could hear Will and Troy talking in the kitchen, and I felt my cock lurch in my pants.  They were sitting at the kitchen bench, having a drink, and talking while Mum got the veggies ready for tea.

“Are you sure you can’t come and give me a hand over the weekend,” I heard Will ask.

“You know I’m not very handy with tools and stuff, mate, I’d probably end up wrecking more stuff than I fixed.”

“Oh, come on mate,” Will persisted, “it’s the long weekend.  We’d have the place all to ourselves…”

"What's going on?"  I asked as I entered the kitchen.

“Will wants Troy to help him do some repairs at their holiday house.  His parents are going to be away, and they asked Will to go up and fix the place for them,” Mum said.

“I could give you a hand if you like Will,” I offered.

“There you go,” said Troy, “problem solved.”

“Hang on,” Mum said, “Bastian has to work, don’t forget.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that, um, well, I s’pose I could swap my shifts,” I said with my heart thundering in my chest.  “That is if you don’t mind me helping you, of course, Will,” I added hopefully.

Mum asked Will what he thought about the idea.  Will just shrugged and said that it was Ok with him, seeing as no one else was going to help, he said, as he punched Troy’s shoulder.

While everyone was nodding agreement, I suggested that I could go and see if I could swap my shifts with someone, as I tried to walk very casually to my room.  As soon as I closed my door, I grabbed my phone and called Brian, he owed me a favour, or two ‘cause I’ve covered a lot of shifts for him in the past.  And while Brian moaned and groaned about it, he finally agreed to swap the shifts.

So, with my heart hammering away inside my chest, I tried to walk very nonchalantly back out to the kitchen.  Everyone turned and looked at me, so I told them that it was Ok I was able to swap my shifts with Brian.

It was at that moment that Steve and Chad came home.

“What’s going on?”  Steve asked.

So, Mum told them that I might be going to the Grampians for the weekend to help Will fix some stuff around their holiday house.  Mum suggested that they might want to go and give us a hand too, but thankfully they both refused.  Mum told Will that she would have to talk it over with Dad, but if he said it was Ok, then she could see no reason why I couldn’t go.  On the proviso that I took my homework with me and made sure I got it done, and she warned me that I was going up there to work though, and not just to goof around on poor Will.

I promised Mum, and assured her, that of course I would get my homework done and help Will at the same time.  So, with that, all settled Will went home after Mum promised that Dad would call him tonight and let him know what they’d decided.

Mum spoke to Dad after he got home, and he agreed with the plan.  So, he rang and talked to Wills’ parents to make sure that they actually wanted the done in the first place, and to find out what car Will was going to be driving.  Dad told me that it was all set and that we would leave from school at lunchtime, so I had to make sure that I took everything with me on Friday.  I was over the moon.  Just me and Will, alone for three whole days, in a cabin, high up in the mountains.  I couldn’t wait.

Friday dawn hot and sunny.  Last night I spent hours trying to decide what to pack, what not to pack.  We were goin’ to be away for three days, and I know Will has to fix stuff around the house, but I was hopin’ to spend a lot of time naked, making out, having sex.  Having more sex.  Makin’ luv.  Making out.  More sex.  Naked.  Well, you get the picture.

But then I wondered if we’d really be on our own, or if there’d be others there.  So then I actually packed some clothes.  Enough for the weekend.  Then dumped them all out again thinking I’d act really ‘surprised’ when I’d discovered my ‘mistake’.

I don’t know.  What was a boy to do?

So, then I repacked properly for the weekend and went to school with two bags, and a ragin' hardon in my pants, which meant that I was leaking copious amounts of precum in my jocks all morning.  Will texted me that we were going to be leaving at lunchtime so that we could miss the mass exodus out of the city.  At the end of my last class before lunch, I grabbed my bags and headed to the car park, and found Will sitting in their 4wd, waiting for me, and as soon as he saw me, he started the truck.  I threw my stuff on the back seat.  Noticed all the things in the tray and realised that we were going to be doing a lot of work.  Oh, well I thought, as I jumped in the passenger seat.  I put my seatbelt on, and we were off.

We jumped onto the Monash freeway and basically followed it all the way.  The Monash ran into Citylink, and then out the Westgate freeway.  We stopped for something to eat at McDonald's along the Westgate freeway, as we were both starving by then, and we continued on our way out of the City and got onto the Western Freeway.  Leaving the city behind as we passed Caroline Springs.  After we went through our last set of traffic lights, Will reached across the console, grabbed my hand and put it on his thigh.  “Hello, ‘Loverboy’,” he said.

I blushed, and he laughed.

“You do know, that I only wanted you for the weekend all along, don’t you?”

I just looked at him.

“Yep,” he continued, “I had to ask Troy first so that no one in your family, particularly your parents, didn't think it was strange that I wanted to take you away for the long weekend."

“What you planned this whole thing?”  I asked.

“You bet babe.  My parents were going to get a local handyman to do the work as usual, but I convinced them to let me do the work.  Well, at least to let me give it a go.”

“Have you done these kinds of repairs before?”

“Well, I’ve helped my Dad plenty of times; so, I think I’ll be Ok.”

We actually drove into Ballarat, instead of taking the ring road around it, as Will had promised his parents that we’d stop there and have a break.  So we got out and had a look at some of the old buildings in the centre of town.  After about half an hour, we got back on the road and left Ballarat, via the Avenue of Honour, and set course for Ararat, which was an hour away.

By the time we exited the Avenue of Honour my hand was resting in Wills’ groin, and he was getting hard, so I left it there for the rest of the trip.  As we were going past the Great Western vineyards, I was looking at the vineyards, and Will asked me if I had ever tried Champagne.  I told Will I hadn’t, which made him laughed.

At the Stawell junction, we turned off the freeway and took the Halls Gap road and headed into the Grampians.  We stopped in Halls Gap to pick up some supplies, and then we just climbed up into the mountains.  The scenery was fantastic; I asked Will if he was scared of bushfires.  He laughed and said he wasn’t.  He said that they'd had a bit of rain, so it wasn't quite so dry, so we should be Ok.  Then he laughed at me again.

We finally got to their holiday house ‘round 5 pm, and I was never so glad to get out of the truck.  We unpacked the truck.  We put our clothes on the front porch, and unloaded the timber and tools from the tray onto the back porch, and put all the food in the kitchen.

I was stuffing food in the fridge; and as I turned around, to get some more food out of the bag, I turned into Will instead, who was standing right behind me.  Will kissed me, while he ran his hands up and down my back.  Occasionally cupping my arse and giving it a firm squeeze every once and awhile.

I could feel our cocks growing, mine straining against the confines of my pants, and Wills’ pushing into my abdomen.  We broke apart, and Will went back outside leaving me panting and wanting more.  When I realised that Will wasn’t going to come back anytime soon, I went back to stuffing the food into the fridge.  When I’d finished, I went outside and saw that Will had been busy, not only had he stacked all the timber and tools and stuff against the back of the house, but he’d also got the B-B-Q going.

The view was breathtakingly beautiful.  I looked out at the mountains that surrounded us, making me feel incredibly small.  I could just see a waterfall in the distance, but my eyes were slowly drawn back to the sight of Wills’ naked butt as he was bent over fussing with the wood for the B-B-Q.

I stood and watched Will’s hole as it winked at me occasionally, and it didn’t take me long to strip and creep up behind him.  I bent over and kissed his hole, which made Will jump up in surprise.  Will turned around and enveloped me in a bear hug and kissed me again, laughing.  When Will'd finished, he steered me over to one of the deck chairs and depositing me in it, and he returned to tending the B-B-Q.  So, I just sat enjoying the view, the mountains, the waterfall, and Wills’ naked cock slapping around between his legs, and on the occasions, he had to turn his back to me I got to look at Will’s absolutely perfect arse, and watched him work his arse, as he moved about the deck.

After a bit, I could smell the food cooking.  Will disappeared inside and bought out a CD player so that we could have some music.  We sat and ate, then cleaned up.  Will took me on a tour of the house, and we stowed our gear in the bedroom we were going to use.  We sat at the kitchen table while Will made a list of all the work we had to do, both inside and outside the house.  Will decided that we could fix the broken cupboards and skirting boards inside tonight, and then tomorrow we could work on fixing the eaves, the decking, and the railings etc.

Of course, we did the work naked, nothing was said, and naturally, if I were at home, I'd probably be naked, or at least not wearing much, anyway.  I guess I was a bit surprised that Will seemed to be totally cool about walking around the place naked.  I’d never seen Will walking around my place naked until we had sex that is, after that I only saw him naked in my room, and I guess I just thought he always got dressed to walk around the house.  It was the rule of our house that if we had visitors, then everyone was covered neck to knee, that's just the way it is, I didn’t even think about it.  So, Will and I were getting pretty hot and sweaty, and it probably was because I was daydreaming about licking all the sweat off him later, that I accidentally dropped the piece of wood I was holding up for him.  I apologised and told him my mind had wandered for a minute.  Will just shook his head.  He told me to wait here, and he went off to get something.

When he came back, he was carrying a tube of lube and some black thing in his hand, which he gave to me to hold.

“What’s that?”

“It’s one of my butt plugs.”

“It’s a what?”  I said dropping it.

Will picked it up and gave it back to me, saying “It’s a butt plug…”

”What do you do with it?”

“Think about it, Bastian…”

Suddenly it dawned on me what a butt plug was used for.  Well at least I could work out where it went, and before I knew I was going to do it, I held it up to my nose and had a sniff.

Will laughed, “Don’t worry.  It’s clean.  I wouldn’t give you a dirty one…”

“Oh,” I sighed, trying not to sound too disappointed.

He took it off me and told me to bend over.  I could feel Will’s finger working lube up into my hole, and I moaned.  Then I felt Will’s finger being replaced by the plug.  It felt almost the same as when Wills’ cock pushed against my hole before he pushed it in.  Will told me to push against it, which I did, and Will slowly pushed the plug up into my arse.  Fuck it hurt worse than him fucking me for the first time.

When he’d finished, I had a raging hardon.  “Ok,” said Will, “now maybe you’ll concentrate on what we’re doing.”

“What,” I yelped, “with this thing up my butt and me with a raging hardon!  You must be joking!”

“Hold this,” he said sternly, as he gave me back the bit of wood to hold.  With the butt plug up my arse it was very hard to concentrate on anything but my butt, and the incredibly full sensation I now had.  My cock was really straining for attention and leaking bucket loads.

“I thought it might be a bit hard for you, so I brought this one as well."  Will said as he showed me, what looked like a monster of a butt plug.  Will laughed at the look on my face.

“Don’t worry,” Will said, “one day you’ll be begging to have this one up your butt.  I promise.”

For me, it had the desired effect.  My cock went down a bit, and I was able to concentrate on the job at hand.  We finished fixing the cupboards; we replaced some of the skirting boards, and then painted all the new wood.  When we finished painting, we grabbed some drinks and went out to sit on the deck and enjoy the warm night air.

I had forgotten about the butt plug until I went to sit down, that is.  I jumped straight up again.  I reached around to take it out, when Will told me to stop, and asked me what I was doing.  I told him that I was taking it out so I could sit down.  Will told me I had to leave it in until he took it out.  I just looked at him.  Deciding that Will wasn’t joking, I gingerly sat on the edge of the chair and then laid back, so I was kind of stretched out in the chair instead of sitting upright in it.  I could still see the view though, and handle my drink, so after a bit, I settled into my new position and relaxed.  I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was being woken up by Will sucking my cock for all he was worth, and before I realised it, I was shooting loads of hot cum down his throat.  My arse felt strange until I remembered the butt plug was still there, it increased the sensations in my arse so much.

Will helped me up, and we went inside and went to bed.  Will pulled the plug out of my arse, and I don’t know which hurt more.  Putting the butt plug in or taking the bloody thing out, then Will fucked me over and over again, and I sucked his cock for what felt like forever.  At some point Will was sucking my arse so hard I thought he was trying to hoover all his cum back out of me, I was in heaven, and to top it all off, Will and I got to spend the whole night together in the same bed.  We both fell asleep in the small hours of the morning, Will with his softening cock still up my arse, and I fell asleep very happy and content.

The next thing I knew was Will slapping me hard on the arse with his open hand; I shot up.  "What the fuck did you do that for," I said as I rubbed sore arse.

“Come on sleepy head,” Will replied, “this is the third time I’ve had to call you.  Come on,” he said exasperatedly, “you have to get up. There is a lot of work we have to get done today.”

I scooted off the bed as Will raised his hand above his head again.  “Ok.  Ok.  I’m up.”

Will grabbed me into a bear hug and kissed me passionately.  We went and had breakfast.  I had a shower, and Will told me he would meet me outside.  When I went to get dressed, I saw Will had left me out a pair of overalls, so I just put them on as well as my runners.

When I got outside, there was a rickshaw with all these tools loaded into the back.  Will called out from the shed that we had to fix the path that went down to the creek at the bottom of the gully, this morning, he told me to jump in the rickshaw as he was going to pull it to the spots we needed to fix.  This way he could get his exercise as well.

So I jumped into the rickshaw, just in time to see Will exiting the shed in nothing but a jockstrap, runners, and, as I soon discovered, a butt plug with a horses' tail attached to it.  As he picked up the shafts of the rickshaw, Will told me that the view from the path was breathtaking, and I couldn't agree with him more.  I loved the sight of Will running in front of me; because of his chosen attire, I could see the corded muscles in his back working.  As well as the sight of Will’s arse bobbing around in front of me was such a turn on.  I could only marvel at the sight of Will's legs as they seemed to flow underneath him, and to top it all off was the sight of the horses' tail hanging out of his arse.  Could it get any better than this, I asked myself?

I was so mesmerised by the sight of Will running in front of me that I forgot we were travelling down the side of a mountain along a narrow path that led deep into the gully.  That is until we hit the first turn, which Will took at speed.  I yelped and grabbed the sides of the rickshaw, as I heard Will laughing at me.  “I told you to hold on,” Will called back over his shoulder.

After about 10mins of his mad dash along the path, Will started to slow up a bit.  I realised that he must have been looking for something, then having found the spot he was looking for, he set the rickshaw shafts on the ground.  He stood there, covered in sweat, his chest heaving.  I got out of the rickshaw, and while Will got the tools out of the back I looked around, and I could see where some of the rocks and boulders that were shoring up the side of the path had come loose and rolled away down into the gully a little.  So Will and I manhandled them back into position.  We dug them back in and made sure that they were secured again so that they wouldn’t give way, for a while anyway, I hoped.

We loaded all the tools back onto the rickshaw.  I jumped in.  Will picked up the shafts again and we were off.  Having kind of got use to the sight of an almost naked Will running in front of me, I was beginning to look at the scenery.  The bush in the Grampians is breathtaking at the best of times but being pulled down the side of the mountain by an almost naked hunk of a male, with whom I just happen to be having the most mind-blowing sex in the whole world with, just added so much more to the experience.

While I was looking at the scenery, I happened to notice a horsewhip was hanging from the top of the fold-down cover of the rickshaw.  I unhooked it and gave it a few experimental switches, and well you can guess what happened next, yep. I flicked the whip and got Will right on the butt.  Which he wasn't expecting, as Will yelped and seemed to pick up the pace a bit, I, on the other hand, wasn't prepared for the sound of the crack as the whip reached its zenith point.  So, I, in turn, let out a yelp of surprise, but once I got over that, whenever I thought Will was slacking off I’d whip his arse and give him the hurry up.

By the time we had got to the bottom of the gully, we had fixed about 15 rockslides and made the path secure again.  Will had a very red arse; he had complained constantly of my ‘overuse of the whip', as he put it.  But I countered with the fact that he was the one with the tail, not me.

About halfway down into the gully I began to notice some tree ferns, and by the time we got to the bottom of the gully we were in a forest of tree ferns that had grown so tall, and so close together that they almost entirely blocked out the sun and we were in perpetual twilight. The path ran alongside the creek, which had formed the gully, over I don't know how long, and we stopped to have lunch on the bank of the creek.  We went for a swim in the creek.  Had sex in the great outdoors, which was a new experience for me, well let’s face it, all of this has been an entirely new experience for me.  I was flat on my back looking up into one of the few gum trees that grew down here and spotted a koala bear lazily looking back down at me, as it sleepily chewed its leaves.

Then it was back to work, we loaded the rickshaw again, and Will ran up the path, albeit a bit slower this time, but I did try to encourage him with the whip as much as I could.  That is until Will dropped the shafts and came and took the whip off me and threw it in the back with the other tools.  I made him fight me for it though.  We eventually got back to the holiday house, and I helped Will put all the tools back into the shed.  Then we started on the back decking, ripping up the rotten slats and handrails and step.  We replaced all the stuff we’d removed, sanded and stained it.  The front porch, stairs, and railing were in good nick, so we didn’t have to fix any of that, which was lucky.  We went inside and repainted all the stuff we had fixed last night.  By then the back deck was dry enough to be given another coat.

We cleaned up our mess, putting the tools and the leftover wood in the shed.  Packed a picnic tea, as Will was going to take me and show me the MacKenzie falls that were just up the road.  Will didn't have a shower, but he did pull out his butt plug; finally, I grabbed it before he could wash it and held it to my nose, and fuck, it smelt great.  It was such a heady aroma, I wanted to keep it, but Will wrestled it out of my grasp, eventually.  Will washed it, and we loaded ourselves into the truck with the picnic tea and went and ate by the falls.

I asked Will on the way if I could have his jockstrap, and when he asked me why when I already had one of his jockstraps at home.  I told Will that while I did love the smell of his jockstrap while I was jacking off, they did have a slight piss smell that I didn’t like quite so much.  So, Will said he’d see.

We sat and ate in the fading light, and to think we had another whole day to ourselves before we had to head home.  We headed back to the house after the moon rose; I wish I could stay here forever.  Just Will and me with no one else now that would really have been heaven.

Will climbed up into the roof space to check to see if any possums had got in, when we got back to the house, even though we hadn’t seen any signs of them being around, and there were no tell-tale signs on the ceiling either, but Will still wanted to check just to make sure.

Then we settled into another night of mad passionate sex.  I loved the feeling of Wills’ cock as it slid in and out of my arse, and the sensation of his hot cum squirting up inside me.

I did ask Will if he wanted me to fuck his arse, I didn’t really want to mind, I liked being his ‘bitch’.  I didn’t really want him to be mine, and thankfully Will was happy for me not to fuck his arse, turns out he liked being the ‘man’ in our relationship.  Which suited me fine.  I was happy being his ‘bitch’.  Once again, for a second night, I fell asleep with Wills’ softening cock still buried in my arse; consequently, I fell asleep very happy.

Sunday morning dawned blistering hot.  Our Indian summer had struck with a vengeance.  It was just as well we didn't have to do anything too strenuous today, just give everything a final coat of paint or stain.  We spent the rest of the day just hanging out together.  We went back down to the creek and went for another swim, and we fucked in the open.  We fucked in the house.  We fucked at the creek again, and we fucked some more when we got back to the house.  Will cooked on the B-B-Q for the last time, again in the buff.  I don’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing Will walking around buck naked.  We spent our last night together before we had to go home.

Monday morning dawned hot and clear again; it was going to be a perfect day, except for the fact that the dream of my perfect life was over.  We had breakfast.  Cleaned the house.  Load everything back onto, or into the truck, and we were ready to hit the road just before lunch.

Will had promised his parents his we would be home by 5 pm, so we hit the road, planning to stop for lunch in Stawell, Will wanted to show me the gold mine that they had reopened and was now a going concern.  As well as some of the other sights in Stawell especially Casper’s World, which had all the monuments from around the world, in miniature.

We went past Ballarat at 2 pm, and we slowly started to notice a bit more traffic on the road, by the time we hit Caroline Springs the traffic had built up quite a bit, but we got home Ok.  Will dropped me off at home, and told me he’d see me at school tomorrow.  Yeah, I said as the idea of our dream weekend slowly slipped away.  And, facing reality head-on, I headed indoors.

Tuesday morning I headed off to school as usual, after having to beat my meat three times before I could get to sleep last night.  I would have thought after all the sex I’d had that I wouldn’t have wanted to masturbate at all, let alone having to do it so often before I could sleep.  But I wasn’t complaining.  Not really.

I found Will running around the track at lunchtime as usual and waited for him to finish running his laps.  Will beckoned for me to follow him as he headed to the change rooms.  When we got into one of the cubicles, Will grabbed my head and kissed me.  Will fished around in his bag until he found his jockstrap that he’d put in a ziplock bag for me.  I nearly squealed with delight as I stuffed the ziplock bag into my schoolbag.  I sucked Wills’ cock until he shot his load of hot cum down my very willing, hungry throat.  Having done that Will kissed me again, and then pushed me out of his cubicle, slamming and locking the door behind me.

I went off to class with the taste of wills’ cum in my throat again.  I was one, very, very happy, schoolboy.

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Bastian