In the car on the way home, Jason and I had one of those conversations that you usually have only after you’ve known someone for awhile. He asked me when I first knew I was gay, and I told him my life story up to that point.
“I don’t ever remember not liking being in the presence of other guys,” I said. “When I was thirteen, I discovered masturbation. We were on a camping trip with another family, and I was in the kids’ tent. It was late, and all the other kids in the tent were sound asleep. I remember waking up and realizing that my cock felt funny. I reached down inside my pajama pants and discovered that my dick was not small and soft like it usually was, but long and hard. When I touched it, I felt a surge of pleasure go through me.”
“You had never had a hard-on before?” Jason asked.
“Not while I was awake. I guess I had had hard-ons in my sleep, but I never really knew about it. Anyway, for some reason I pushed my erect dick against my leg and began rubbing it back and forth. The feeling was amazing—I had never experienced anything like that before. As I rubbed it back and forth, all kinds of images began filling my head, but especially the face of Bobby, the oldest son of the other family on the trip with us. Looking back on it now, I had a crush on him. At the time, I just knew that I really liked being around him and spending time with him. During our summer vacations we were inseparable. His family lived a hundred miles away, so I only got to spend time with him during our two-week camping vacations every year.”
“Did you know him before?” Jason asked.
“They were our next-door neighbors until I was seven, then they moved. So, we had grown up together and were best friends.”
“Was he your age?”
“No, he was a year younger.”
“It must have been tough to have him move away.”
I smiled wistfully. “Yeah. It was. Anyway, that night I was thinking of Bobby in his swim trunks. We always camped by a lake, so swimming was a big part of our days there. This year, for the first time, I really began noticing Bobby’s body and thinking about him a lot. He was only twelve, but since the last summer when I had seen him, it seemed like he had filled out a lot and that his dick had become larger because I noticed it for the first time. Whenever he came out of the water his wet trunks clung to him, outlining his butt in the back and his dick in the front. So, as I rubbed myself, I thought of that.
“The good feeling I had just got increasingly intense, and in my mind, I began pulling down his swim trunks to see him naked. It was at that point that fireworks began exploding in my head and I felt a sudden rush of something warm and sticky coming out of the end of my dick. My image of Bobby naked disappeared as I held my breath and tried to figure out what was going on.”
“You had your first wet dream—only it wasn’t a dream!” Jason pointed out.
“Yeah. But at the time I had no idea what had just happened. All I knew was that, after a few moments, the liquid stopped flowing out of my cock. At first, I thought I had peed my PJs. But then I realized that the liquid was sticky. It wasn’t pee. I laid there in the dark a few minutes, wondering what to do. Then, very quietly, I got out of my sleeping bag and went out of the tent, making my way to the campground bathrooms.
“It was late, and there was no one up to see me. I locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls and looked down. In the neon light I could see a large wet spot in my pajama bottoms. I pushed them down and saw a semi-transparent sheen of liquid covering my leg. I couldn’t figure out what it was, and my first thought was that I had somehow damaged myself. I panicked. How was I going to explain this to my mom?”
Jason chuckled. “What?” I asked. “That’s so cute, just what a kid that age would do!” I smiled weakly, “I suppose. But I was seriously worried!
“Anyway, I dried myself off as best I could with some toilet paper and made my way back to the tent. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night--partly because my pajama bottoms were damp and sticky, and partly because I kept having images of Bobby naked.
“The next morning, we were scheduled to go home. Bobby and I went swimming while our parents packed up the campsite. When we came back from the lake everything was in the cars, ready to go. ‘You two boys go up to the bathroom and dry yourselves off and put on these clothes,’ my mom said, handing each of us towels and a set of shorts and t-shirts.
“When we got to the bathroom, Bobby pulled down his trunks and began drying himself off. My eyes were as big as saucers—there he stood, completely naked, just as I had imagined him the night before. I felt my cock begin to swell, so I sat down on the bench so he couldn’t see it. He talked non-stop as he completed toweling himself dry and pulled on his clothes. ‘Aren’t you going to get dressed, Chris?’ he asked. ‘Uh, yeah. I gotta pee first,’ I said quickly, turning away from him and going into one of the stalls. I was fairly sure he hadn’t seen my raging hard-on. ‘Okay. See you at the cars,’ he said, and I heard him leave the bathroom.
“So, what did you do?” Jason asked.
“I got out of my swim trunks and began drying myself off. My cock wouldn’t go down at all. As I pulled on my clothes, I wrestled it into my shorts. Before I left the bathroom I stood in front of the big mirror there to see if my dick was noticeable. It didn’t seem to be, so I went down to the cars.”
“And that was your ‘first time’ solo,” Jason said.
“Yeah. From that point on I made a point every night to rub my cock against my leg until it spat out its contents. When school began that fall, we had our first physical education classes, and I learned what it was that was happening to me. I also learned that what I did every night was called masturbation. I began finding unusual ways of stimulating myself, and as I got older and met other guys, I began to have a whole bunch of people I could fantasize about while I jacked off.”
“But you never had sex with anyone?” Jason asked.
“No. I was too scared to talk to anyone about my ‘problem.’ When I was in high school lots of guys in the locker room would always talk about their sexual experiences. But I stayed away from the subject. I didn’t trust anyone to know about my situation. Guess I was afraid I’d get beaten up.”
“What happened to Bobby?”
“I never saw him again. That fall his father died, and his mom moved them all the way across the country to live with her family. It was too far to travel for summer camping, so we didn’t do it again. We wrote back and forth a bit, but after awhile that stopped.”
I found myself looking out of the car window, wistfully thinking about Bobby. I hadn’t given much thought to him for a long time, and the memories of our youth came flooding back. Jason noticed my sudden quietness. “What’s wrong, Chris?”
I turned to him and smiled. “Oh, I was just thinking about Bobby. I sometimes think that if he hadn’t moved away and we had spent more time together that perhaps he and I could have…well…you know….”
“Had a relationship?”
“It’s just a fantasy. I don’t know if he was gay. But even if he wasn’t, I think he was the kind of friend that I could have at least talked to about my own feelings about other guys.”
“You must have really loved him,” Jason said. I thought about this for a moment. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps my feelings for Bobby were more than just friendship. Although I didn’t think of him sexually anymore, I still really missed him and spending time with him.
We finally got to my house. “Well, here we are,” Jason said. “Yeah,” I said in return. “So, see you tomorrow night at the rec center?” he asked. I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to wait 24 hours to see him again. I screwed up my courage, turned toward him, and said, “Jason, want to spend the night?”
I suddenly felt quite self-conscious. What if he said no? I hadn’t even considered that. Just because we had had sex once didn’t necessarily mean he would want to do it with me again. Was I presuming too much?
“Aren’t your parents home?” he asked. My heart leapt. He was interested!
“No. They left yesterday for a two-month cruise. Their dream vacation, they said. Since I’m 18, they felt I could survive on my own and take care of the house.”
“And you really want me to spend the night?” I nodded. “If that’s okay with you.”
Jason smiled broadly. “Hell yes! Since tomorrow’s Saturday, I don’t have to go to work so we can sleep in and enjoy a lazy morning before we go to the gym.”
As we walked from the street to my front door, I reached for Jason’s hand, hoping he’d take it. He did, and we held hands all the way up to the house. It felt so right, so natural to do this, and I suddenly was filled with affection for this older man about whom I knew little.
I fumbled, getting the key out of my pocket and getting it into the lock. Finally, the door opened, and we stepped inside. As I pushed the door closed, Jason grabbed me and pulled me to him. “God, you’re hot,” he sighed and he kissed me. We stood there for several minutes, just feeling each other and exchanging spit. I had always imagined what it would be like to have another guy’s tongue in my mouth. It was everything I had hoped for.
He finally pulled his lips away from mine. “I really want to fuck you again,” he sighed. “Come on,” I said breathlessly, and grabbed his hand to lead him upstairs. I pushed the door open to my room. “This is my room,” I said, realizing afterward that it was a pretty dumb thing to say.
Jason didn’t seem to mind. He began undressing me, pulling my t-shirt up and over my head, unsnapping my jeans and pulling down the zipper. My pants fell to the floor, and he knelt in front of me and tugged down my jock strap. Freed at last, my hard dick sprang out toward him. He at once surrounded it with his lips and began sucking me.
I threw my head back in ecstasy. This was the first time anyone had ever sucked my cock—in the gym earlier that night he had jerked me off, then fucked me, but we hadn’t had oral sex yet. The warm moistness of his mouth felt so good. He began pulling on my balls while he ran his tongue around my cock. After a few seconds, I pushed him back and pulled out of him. “Let’s slow down a bit. I’m going to cum.”
Jason pushed me back on the bed and untied my sneakers, pulling them off before tugging on my pant legs to remove them. Slipping my jock strap off, I laid there completely naked except for my white socks. My cock stuck straight up in the air, still glistening with his saliva.
He stepped back and took a moment to admire me. My body was mostly hairless, except for some light blond hair under my arms and on my legs. My pubic hair was so light you almost couldn’t see it. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he sighed, and began undressing. As I watched him remove his clothes, my desire for him grew stronger. Finally naked and fully erect, he plunged himself down on top of me.
Our cocks rubbed together as we kissed again. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of his body hair on my palms. I squeezed his buttocks and pulled him down on me. Both of our cocks were spewing out pre-cum, and the lubrication it provided made them glide against our bellies in a most pleasant way.
Soon Jason rolled over, pulling me with him. I was now on top of him and he was running his hands up and down my hairless back. Soon I felt his fingers probing my crack and then rubbing my hole. I gasped as he touched me there, and he smiled. “Get on your back on the bed,” he said gently, “and I’ll show you something new.”
I did as he requested. He crawled up between my legs, spread them apart, and, putting his arms under my knees, lifted them up until I was bent almost in half and my ass was spread wide. He then lowered his face and began licking me.
I can tell you that I almost came right then. The warm moisture of his tongue stimulating my hole was indescribably pleasurable. I felt him licking and sucking me, pushing his tongue inside of me, and then withdrawing it. I was in paradise. “How does that feel,” he asked. “Oh, Jason. Don’t stop!”
Jason rimmed me for a few minutes and then lowered my legs. “Got any hand lotion?” he asked. I pointed to the nightstand next to my bed. “In the drawer. I use it when I jack off.” He reached over and found the lotion. “Turn over. Get on your stomach,” he instructed. I did, adjusted my erection so it pointed up toward my chin and rested between my stomach and the bedspread.
I felt him pull my cheeks apart and squeeze some lotion onto my hole. He worked it inside of me with his fingers, gently probing me, getting me ready for my second fucking of the evening. I heard him rub some lotion on his cock, then felt him straddle my ass as he got ready to mount me.
Instinctively, I raised my butt a bit, and I felt him slip inside of me. He lowered his body completely on top of mine, and I felt his weight on me as he began thrusting in and out of me with his hips. I spread my legs so he could put his together and have a straight shot into my ass. As he fucked me, he nuzzled my neck and licked my earlobes.
“God, Chris, you are so sexy!” he sighed. I pushed back against his thrusts, forcing his cock deep inside of me. I could feel the crush of his pubic hair against my cheeks as he fully entered me, then the brush of his balls as he pulled back. He fucked me slowly at first and then began to pick up the pace. I thought it might hurt, but it was painless.
He moved his hands underneath me and, cupping my breasts, locked me tight in his grip. A few more thrusts and he cried out, pushing himself deep inside of me. I could feel his sperm spraying out of the tip of his engorged cock, hitting the walls of my gut. After a minute he had emptied his balls, and he collapsed on top of me. I felt his cock began to soften and gently pull out of me.
Jason rolled over on his back, and I pushed up on my side to look at him. His cock was once again soft and small, but shiny wet with a mixture of his cum and lotion. Propping my head on one hand, I used the other to rub his stomach before grabbing his cock and squeezing it. He gasped. “Careful! It’s still really sensitive,” he sighed. “That was so good,” I said. “I like having your cum inside of me.”
Jason sat up on his arms. “Chris,” he said. “What?” “I want you to fuck me.” I looked at him, somewhat surprised. I guess I had never thought that I would or could fuck him—the idea hadn’t really crossed my mind. “What do you think?” he asked. I smiled. “You bet!”
He pushed me down on my back and began fondling my semi-erect cock. It responded to his touch and was soon hard again. Reaching for the lotion, Jason put some on his fingers and reached around behind him to lubricate himself. Then he squeezed some onto my cock and rubbed it around.
Straddling me, he positioned his ass over my erection and slowly began to lower himself onto me. I felt the tip of my cock touch his hole, and then I felt it slowly give way to me as I entered him. He continued to descend onto my pole until his hips touched my crotch. Fully inside him, I marveled at how good it felt. My dick was used to my hand surrounding it. Earlier Jason’s mouth had surrounded it. Now Jason’s ass was surrounding it. It was warm, slick, and soft, and he squeezed his ass muscles around it.
Then he began to raise and lower himself on top of me. The sensation of my dick sliding in and out of him was spectacular, and I was surprised that I didn’t cum right then. But somehow, I held on. Without thinking about it, I put my hands under his ass checks and helped him fuck himself on me.
Tiring of the exertion it took, he grabbed my shoulders and rolled us over. He was now lying on his back, and I was on top of him, between his legs. I pulled his legs up onto my shoulders and, without missing a beat, continued to fuck him. Faster and faster, I went. I lost sense of time and space, concentrating only on the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of him.
Finally, I felt my orgasm coming. I pulled his hairy legs close to my face, thrust myself as deep into him as I could, and began to shoot. It was unlike any orgasm I had had before, even earlier that night in the gym when I was so overwhelmed. As I pumped my jizz into him, I felt him squeeze his ass muscles against my exploding dick, heightening the sensation.
When I had no more cum to deliver, I collapsed on top of him, panting for breath. “God damn,” I sighed. “That was fucking amazing!” “No shit,” he replied. “Are you sure you were a virgin before tonight, because no one has ever fucked me that well.”
It suddenly dawned on me that Jason was an experienced, older man. How many times had he had sex before? And with whom? What was it like? The thought of others having sex with him filled my mind, and I felt strangely turned on by it, even though I had just had an enormously powerful orgasm. I made a mental note to ask him about his past. But for now, I was enjoying the warmth of his body underneath me as my shriveled cock slipped out of him.
“This is my first time, Jason. I swear.” “Well, kid, you’re a natural born fucker.” I laid my head on his chest and smiled. I could hear his heartbeat, and it brought me great comfort. We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Coming soon...Chapter 3
