Comfort (t/t, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.
I was standing up in my pew, tears streaming. It wasn't as if Jerry had been a good friend, but I had known him. He only lived two blocks away, and was one grade over me in school. And now he was dead. His dad had told him the motorbike would kill him someday, and it had. Or rather, a mean truckdriver had. He claimed he hadn't seen the bike when he abruptly switched lanes on the freeway, but I knew the cops didn't believe that. I knew, because my dad was the investigating officer. He doesn't like bikers, either, but he really hates truckers. I hoped he would find the evidence to lock the fucker up for many, many years.
A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to see who it was. Oh, yeah, Al, the new guy. He'd only lived here a few weeks, but he seemed nice. I was hoping we would be good friends, and he seemed to hope for the same. We got along fine.
He put his hand round me, and I lay my head on his shoulder, soaking his jacket with my tears. He stroked my hair, and I felt strangely comforted.
After the service was over, and we had hugged Jerry's parents and his little sister, Al suggested I should come over to his place. I was glad to, since my house would be empty. We walked the short distance.
"So, you want something to drink?"
I shook my head, and he suggested we should go up to his room. Wow! This place was cool! He had this huge, circular bed. He saw me making big eyes, and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Wanna try it?" He took a flying dive, landing neatly in the center of the bed. I took off my jacket and tie (I hate those things!) and lay down beside him. He put his arm around my back again, and I felt more tears coming.
"It's OK, Bill! You're sad, and it's only right you should cry." He was stroking my back. I turned over on my side and pulled him to me, crying harder than ever. He didn't flinch, but only held me tighter. I could feel another part of him reacting, though.
I don't know what came into me. I guess I wasn't rational, but I pushed him down on his stomach, while I lay on top of him, grinding my own hard cock against his ass. He was really quiet for a while, and it suddenly dawned on me that he was probably in shock. I stopped my motions, holding my breath. And then he started pushing his butt up against me, moaning softly.
I reached in front of him, fumbling for the button and fly of his pants. He lifted up slightly to allow me access. I slid the pants and boxers off him, and there was the naked ass I had so far only seen in the showers.
In a flash, my pants and briefs were off, too. I lay down again, now grinding my hard cock to his ass crack. I didn't quite have the guts to go further, but he had. He reached back to feel my hardness. I was leaking precum pretty freely, and he rubbed it all over my head, then placing it right on his hole.
I pushed, but I sensed I wouldn't penetrate right away, so I just contented myself with pushing up and down in short movements.
What with the sweat coming from both of us, my precum and our combined determination, I felt the head splitting his hole open, and gently sliding in. I took my time, and after three or maybe four minutes, I was all the way in. It was really exciting, lying here with maximum body contact, my hard cock inside another person for the first time ever. That it was another boy, was no surprise to me. I'd known I was gay since I was fourteen, almost three years ago..
As I tried to pull out, I felt the friction. It wasn't really comfortable, and I wondered if I was doing it wrong.
"Pull almost out, then spit in your hand a couple of times and rub it on your shaft", he whispered. I did what he said, and when I slid back in, it went a lot easier. I just lay still for some seconds, feeling the warmth and tightness.
Then I started fucking him. I leaned on my elbows, and found this was quite a comfortable position. I could still have lots of body contact and I could even catch a glimpse of my own cock as it did it's business down there.
I picked up the speed a little, sensing that an orgasm wasn't far away. I was plugging his hole hard, a slap-slap sound testifying to my first-ever fuck.
When I came, it was so intense I shook all over for at least a minute. As my breathing slowed, he twisted his neck a little awkwardly to give me a kiss. Sweet.
I slipped out, and lay on my back. He rose to his knees and gave me a look like he was asking permission for something. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was not about to deny him anything.
He lifted my legs, so they were over his shoulders, and he was greasing up his hard dick, as well as my hole. A finger up my ass, tentatively, and then the cockhead pushing to gain entrance to the nether worlds. Oh, my, he was inside now, easing gently further, inch by inch. As I felt his balls on my ass cheeks, he leaned down to kiss me. I was crying freely again, but this time not from grief.
"Fuck me, Al! Take me! I'm giving myself to you!"
With that, his eyes moistened up, too, and, tears streaming from two sets of eyes, my new friend proceeded to make love to me.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, January 2001. All rights reserved.
Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite. com