If truth be told, the guy that took my cherry was little more than a bully. After the first time we never kissed, he never held my dick or groped me. He didn't even use lube. Spit, saliva, ram it home. How was I meant to be satisfied? Luckily, it was always over in minutes. I never even got hard, let alone have an orgasm. When he left for university, I was delighted. Happy in my own company, I concentrated on rowing and attaining good grades at college, in the knowledge that someone else would come along.
A week or so later, there was another note on my locker, this time only a phone number. Intrigued, I texted, and received the reply, 'Friday, 7pm, along with the address. I felt a buzz in my loins.
Before leaving, I went through my cleansing drill, and chucked some lube in my pocket, more in hope than expectation. The house, a mid terrace, was on a run down estate. Litter lined the pavements, with dog poo everywhere. I wasn't here for the aesthetics of the area, but to hopefully get laid. With some apprehension, I rang the bell. It was answered by a lad I knew from our second team. We met up for parties twice a year. Like all rowers, he was fit as fuck. He had the most gorgeous face, large blue eyes and wide, kissable lips, which he used on me in the doorway. I sprang a boner. He introduced himself as Mike, I kicked off my shoes in the hallway and I was shown through to a filthy lounge, old Coke and beer cans lying around. I hadn't come for a house inspection, but for sex. He cleared a load of rubbish from the sofa, and we got down to business, snogging and groping. Tops came off, he kissed the side of my neck, then down to my nipples, tracing circles with his prehensile tongue. Back up, tongues entwined, it was my turn to examine his hot torso, his chiseled pecs, the washboard stomach, the treasure trail. He shuffled out of his shorts to reveal a bright red Bike jockstrap, an erect, fat, uncut penis was out the left leg, a pearl of precum on the end, I knelt on the floor and engulfed his gorgeous dick, he made himself more comfortable by pulling his balls out. I was so engrossed in cock sucking that I didn't hear the door open. Another lad, Rhys had arrived, smaller, just as fit with an engaging smile. He quickly stripped to his white Under Armour briefs, and joined in the fun. With little room on the sofa, Mike suggested we went to the bedroom. I followed them up the stairs, my eyes glued to Mike's jock, perfectly encasing his bubble butt. In contrast, the bedroom was immaculate, a pink duvet with matching pillows. On the wall was a photo of them, with another guy called Shea, naked with erections, holding an oar above their heads and laughing, I wish I had been the photographer. Rhys and I lost our underwear, Mike kept his jock on. We became a mass of arms and legs, kissing, licking, and sucking one another. At one point we had all had a cock in our mouths and been rimmed, a far cry from the cunt that took my cherry. We had been having foreplay for over half an hour, when Mike produced a bottle of lube, and proceeded to lube his ring. It dawned on me that Rhys or me was about to top him. Rhys went first, holding Mike's ankles, I guided him in. I watched them fuck for a while, gently stroking myself, then Rhys said it was my turn. Mike got on all fours, I knelt behind him, penetrating very gently, knowing what it is like to bottom, "No, no, harder and faster, I want to feel you cum inside me." I held his hips and banged hard. Being my first attempt at topping, it was over all too quickly for my liking, "Give me your cock", Mike insisted, and he licked me clean. Back to Rhys, sideways from behind, precum now running over Mike's thigh. Rhys fucked Mike and wanked him at the same time. Mike came first, jet after creamy jet across the duvet. I saw Rhys' balls tighten, and his dick pulse his semen. We lay there, recovering, arms round each other. All I could say was, "Wow, fucking wow, wonderful and amazing."
We lay there for sometime, blissfully stealing the occasional kiss, until we were ready to go again. This time it would be me who was the centre of attention. More kissing, more foreplay, rimming and cock sucking. I had never been so randy in my life. Mike still kept the jockstrap on, now cum stained. Lubed up, Rhys mounted me, I held my knees behind my arms, he fucked me for ages as he had only cum a little while ago. Unable to cum, he handed me to Mike. He really went for it. In the same way as he had wanted to be banged hard, he plowed into me. He didn't cum. Back to Rhys, who did me doggy, fucking me so hard that sweat from his brow dripped onto my back. A few more thrusts, and I was bred. Mike lay on his back, Rhys held the base of his cock so that I could impale myself, and bounce on him. Rhys kept taking Mike's dick out, sucking it and guiding it back in. It took forever, I had already splattered my seed over his chest, and had now raised myself up so that he could thrust into me. "I'm gonna...", and he flooded my guts. More kissing and cuddling, genuine friends made.
At home I went online to buy a jockstrap, choosing a pink and blue one by a company called Private Structure. When it arrived, the first thing Ii did was to 'christen' it.
