Warning: The following story contains graphic sex, including gay sex. If you are offended by this type of material or just don't want to read it then please pass this one up.
First of Many III
By: Douglas E.
"Shit," Mike thought. "I have to shower before I go to Stacy's house."
He ran up the stairs stripping off his t-shirt. He closed the bathroom door and turned on the water as he took off his jeans. He still didn't have any underwear on. He stood in front of the full length mirror and looked at his body. His dick was decent sized compared to the rest of him. He was thin, too thin actually. His chest was smooth and hairless. He wished he had a little hair on his chest to cover up his scrawny build. He was good looking though, his handsome face made up for the areas where his body lacked. His dick, although no where near as big as Rob's, was big enough that he did not have to be ashamed. He had seen some of the guys in the locker room and he was at least as big as most of them. Of course there was always someone that had a bigger one. He thought about Damon, he had the biggest dick in school. Mike often wondered if he got light headed when the blood ran to that huge member. He wondered how big it would be hard.
Mike tested the water with his hand before he stepped into the shower. The warm water ran over his body and brought him back to consciousness. When he had left on the fishing trip that morning he never dreamed he would have sex with Rob. He still felt a little strange about the whole thing. He found himself in a position where he had to question his sexuality.
"I think it is possible to be straight and fool around with guys now and then too," he thought to himself. "It's not like I am in love with Rob or anything. I am sure I am not gay....maybe bi.....no, I am sure I am straight.
When Mike had finished with his shower he went to his drawer to find something to wear. He wanted to look good but he did not want it to appear that he was trying too hard. He chose a pair of gray wranglers and a pink western cut shirt. He grabbed a pair of white cotton briefs but put them back when he pictured his cock bulging in his jeans. He had an agenda where Stacy was concerned and he was hoping she would notice.
"You look nice Michael," his mother said when he had come downstairs.
"Thanks mom."
"I will let you use the car Mike, but you have to promise to be careful."
"Great! I will be careful. What time do I have to be home?"
"How about 10:00, son."
"Oh mom, it is 7:00 now. That would barely leave time to watch a video. It is Saturday."
"Okay then, you can stay until 12:00, but that is as late as I will consider."
"Thank you mom!!"
Mike ran out the door and started the car. His hand was shaking when he put it in gear and backed out of the driveway. The trip across town took longer than usual. He had liked Stacy for several years. Until today, he thought that she would never feel the same way. He let his mind wander to the events that had occurred that morning. He was so pissed off when he found out that Rob was at her house. The words he said to Rob echoed in his head:
"I was just wondering why you were at Stacy's this
morning. What did you do spend the night or something?"
"I just went over to her place to make her breakfast Mike."
"I'll bet you did Rob. You know how I feel about her and I
cannot believe you would put the moves on her."
"It's not like that Mike. I care about Stacy but I..."
"Fuck you Rob."
"We need to talk about this Mike. It is not what you think."
"Well then what the hell is it Rob, and don't fucking lie to
me about it."
"She is like one of my best friends. I have told her things I
have not told anyone, even you. We just have a lot in common."
"And you expect me to believe that line of shit."
"No, its true. I could never be interested in Stacy."
"Rob, Stacy is a beautiful girl. You would have to be gay
not to want to fuck her."
Rob just looked at Mike. His face started to turn red and
he turned his head away so that Mike could not look into his eyes.
"Holy shit man that's it isn't it."
Again Rob did not answer him. He turned his head back
and made eye contact with Mike.
"So that's what you have in common Rob? You both like
guys, is that it?"
"Yes Mike, that is one of the things we have in common."
"What more could you possibly have in common than
that?"
"How we feel about you, about you, about you, about
you..."
Mike shook his head trying to erase the memory from his mind. Knowing that Rob loved him made something stir inside him that he had never felt before. The memory of Rob's touch flooded his mind. His heart raced as he remembered his smell, the sight of his naked body and the deep red of his erect penis. The feelings were both exciting and alarming to him.
"I'm not gay," he said in his mind. "I don't love Rob; I don't love Rob; I don't love Rob."
He was still repeating the phrase in his mind when he pulled into Stacy's driveway. He sat in the car for a few minutes trying to regain control of his thoughts. He had dreamed and fantasized about this day for many years. He wanted everything to be perfect. Finally, he walked up to the door and knocked.
When Stacy came to the door she was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. Mike was disappointed but hoped it did not show on his face. Even with his attempt to dress down, he was obviously over dressed for the occasion. He just stood there looking at her. She was beautiful, even in her sweats, he could not take his eyes from her.
"Do you want to come in Mike?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that."
"That's okay, You look really nice. Grey and pink look good on a guy."
"You look great too Stace."
"I feel a little under dressed."
"Well I feel a bit over dressed so I guess we won't worry about it either way."
The two friends walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. The lights were off and the television flickered giving the room an ominous glow. He noticed the movies stacked on top of the television. Stacy grabbed the phone and sat down next to him.
"Do you like pepperoni, Mike?"
"I like just about everything when it comes to pizza, except for the little fish."
"Yuck, I hate them too. Lets just stick with pepperoni, I am not as easy going as you."
"That sounds great, Stacy," Mike said.
Stacy moved closer to Mike and then dialed the phone. Her hand slipped down to his leg and stroked his thigh. Mike could feel is cock stir with her touch. He could never remember being this close to Stacy.
"Hello, I would like to order a pepperoni pizza to be delivered. My phone number is......"
Even her voice was beautiful. The tender, innocent tone she had made him sigh. He loved being close to her. For the moment, all memory of Rob and the day left his mind.
"They said it would be 45 minutes. Should we start a movie now or wait?"
"Lets just talk for now okay."
"I like that Mike, what do you want to talk about?"
He looked into her eyes. He felt so drawn to her. "I want to kiss you, if that is okay."
"I would like that."
Mike leaned forward and let his lips touch hers softly. His hand brushed her cheek and he could feel her fight for breath as her body trembled from his touch. His hand found the back of her head and he pulled her lips to him and kissed her hard and passionately. His tongue probed at her lips and her mouth opened to let it enter her. Their tongues danced together, probing and tasting each other's saliva. Mike pushed her back on the couch and let his weight lay across her body.
"I want you to make love to me Mike," Stacy whispered in his ear.
"I want to make love to you so bad, if you are sure you want it."
"I have never wanted anything more. I want you to be my first."
They resumed their kissing as Mike's hand found its way to Stacy's breasts. He was shocked to find she was not wearing a bra. Why had he not noticed before? She moaned softly as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs massaged her hard nipples. He moved his mouth to her neck. The smell of her perfume filled his nose and the scent made his dick stand erect against her thigh. He pulled her shirt up to expose her breasts. They were full and firm and the large nipples stood out as if calling, begging to be sucked. He lowered his lips on them and swirled his tongue around the areola. The pink areola grew smaller and textured as her excitement grew. His teeth gently nibbled and his mouth eagerly sucked her nipples.
"Oh Mike, that feels so good."
Mike let his right hand wander down her chest and stomach. He inched under the waist band of her sweats and was not surprised to find no underwear there either. His fingers ran through her curly pubs and around the warm lips of her pussy. His fingers parted her labia and his hand massaged the moist flesh of her cunt. Her clit stood out like a small erect penis and Mike let his finger swirl around it. He could feel her body buck under him, listen to her breath come in gasps, and hear her moans of excitement as he probed around her clit.
"Do you want to take off your pants Stacy?"
"Okay, you take yours off too though."
The lovers stood long enough to strip their pants. Mike pulled his shirt off too but Stacy left hers on. He helped her lay back on the couch and pushed her legs apart to expose her waiting snatch. With one hand slowly stroking his cock he bent down and kissed her abdomen. He licked and sucked his way down until his nose was buried in her pubic hair. He inhaled her smell deeply.
"It does not smell like Rob," he thought to himself.
Again his fingers parted her labia. He looked at the moist flesh and the hole that looked too tight to actually put his dick into. He slid his index finger into her vagina, sliding it in to the base before pulling it out and plunging it back into her. He wet the fingers of his left hand with his saliva and began to massage her clit as he fucked her with his finger.
"Oh Mike," Stacy whined and thrust her hips onto his finger. "That feels so good. I love your hands."
"I like to watch you get off Stacy. Do you want me to put my face down here," he said and thrust his finger into her harder."
"Yes, God Yes! Do it Mike."
Mike continued to finger fuck her as he lowered his head into her lap. Her woman scent was strong but pleasant at the same time. He stretched out his tongue and touched it to her clit. She moaned and writhed under him. Slowly, he swirled his tongue around her clit and up and down the inside layers of her pussy.
"She does not taste as sweet as Rob either," he thought.
He removed his finger and inserted his tongue into the tight hole. It closed around his tongue as he lapped at her juices, tasting the evidence of her desire for him. She moved her hands to the back of his head and pushed his face into her cunt.
"Lick me Mike, fuck, it feels so good!"
Her moans of pleasure were evident as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. She pushed her cunt onto his face smearing her juices on him. He fought the image of Rob that kept entering his mind. Seeing, smelling, and tasting his cock as he went down on Stacy. Imagining the hard tool hitting the back of his throat, the sensation of Rob's hands on the back of his head fucking into his mouth. His desire to please Rob was projected onto her. Her pussy became his cock. Her moans became his moans. Mike licked her pussy with a new fever to please her, or was it him.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to cum Mike!"
"Cum for me baby. That's what I want."
"Yeeeesssss, I'm cumming!"
She arched her back and ground her cunt against his face. Mike opened his mouth expecting a flow of hot jizz to enter him but nothing came. She bucked into his face harder and moaned, almost screaming as her muscles contracted in orgasm. Mike knew that she was really enjoying her orgasm but inside he was disappointed.
"Is this all?" he thought to himself.
"Stop Mike! It's really sensitive now."
He removed his face from her pussy and laid his head on her stomach. He continued to fight images of Rob and tried to hide his disappointment with the whole affair. Stacy ran her fingers through his hair tenderly as she fought to regain control of her breathing. He enjoyed the sensation of her touch.
"I want to do you now Mike," Stacy said.
Mike did not speak he just pushed himself off of her and lay back in the opposite corner of the couch. His dick had gone soft and he was afraid she would think he was not turned on by her. He cupped his sack in his hand as he watched her assume a position over his lap. Her eyes locked on his flaccid penis. She reached out to touch it but hesitated and pulled back.
"I've never done this before. I don't even know if I can do it right."
"I've never licked a pussy before either, Stacy. If I can do it, you can do it," he said with a reassuring smile. "We all have to start somewhere. I am sure you will not disappoint me."
She looked into his eyes and smiled. Grabbing the shaft of his cock and maintaining eye contact with Mike as she lowered her mouth onto him. Awkwardly, she let the head of his dick enter her open mouth before she closed her lips around him. He gasped when the warm, wet sensation hit is cock. He thrust his hips up, forcing his meat into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she quickly spit his cock out of her mouth. Mike was sorry that he had rushed her but the sensation of the gag had felt really good too.
"I'm sorry Mike."
"I'm sorry too Stacy, just take as much as you can," repeating the words that Rob had said to him earlier that same day.
Mike watched Stacy's head bob up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that it was Rob sucking him. Rob was so much better at sucking cock than Stacy was. His heart raced as his mind filled with visions of Rob. His balls ached with a desire to cum. Where was the passion that he had imagined in his mind so many times; the intense love and commitment that he knew he would feel for Stacy when they finally got together? All he could think about was Rob and how much he wanted to be with him again. Even with the distraction he could feel himself moving closer to orgasm. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into Stacy's mouth. The wet, warm sensation moving him closer to the top.
"I brought your pizza," a voice called from the living room door.
Mike and Stacy both jumped up to see Rob standing there. Mike was not sure if he was really there or just an image he had dreamed up in his mind.
"Shit Rob is that really you?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, it's me. Looks like I interrupted something."
"You could say that," Stacy said sounding a little annoyed. "Ever heard of a door bell?"
"Sorry Stace, I didn't know........well, I didn't know I would find you like this."
"It's okay Rob," Mike said as he slipped back into his jeans.
"What are you doing here Rob?" Stacy asked.
"I just needed to talk to you. I met the pizza guy at the door. I paid him for it already. I guess I should go."
"No, it's okay," Stacy said. "Sorry if I sounded pissed."
"I really think I should go," Rob said again.
"Its okay Rob, really," Mike said. "Come sit down."
Against his better judgement Rob walked in, set the pizza on the coffee table, and sat down. There was an awkward silence in the room. Mike and Rob made eye contact but no one spoke.
"I have to go put something else on," Stacy said as she got up and left the room.
"You have had a bust day," Rob said after she had left.
"Yeah, I guess I have."
"I must admit I was shocked when I came in here."
"I don't know why Rob, you know that I like Stacy."
"I know you like her, I guess I thought that after this morning you would......."
"I would what, swear off girls for the rest of my life! I like you Rob but guys are supposed to like girls! I'm not gay you know!"
"Yeah, I know that. I'm just jealous Mike, I really care about you. I care about you so much, maybe too much."
"I care about you too, Rob. I have had a hard time keeping my mind off of you all evening. I never thought I could feel this way about a guy."
"Maybe you are just confused. I guess that is my fault."
"I am confused, but it is not your fault. I let it happen as much as you did."
"Maybe."
"What's wrong, Rob?"
"I love you, Mike. I can't help it. I have fought it since Junior High. It hurt me so much to see you like that, with Stacy."
"I love you too, Rob."
It was the first time Mike had admitted it to himself. He had spent most of the day trying to convince himself that he did not love him but he knew that he did. Still, he was not sure what the ramifications would be. He loved Rob, that fact could not be disputed any more. He felt sick to his stomach as he looked into Rob's eyes. The nagging emptiness that he had felt for years began to fill with the realization that his greatest love sat before him.
"I want to be straight. More than anything else I want to live a normal life."
"Only you can decide, Mike. No one can make that decision but you. I think you know the answer, I'm just not sure you want to admit it."
"I do know the truth, Rob, I just think if I try hard enough I can ignore it. I know that I can make myself love Stacy."
"Well I don't think you can, Mike. I have played that game before. You are who you are. All you will end up doing is making yourself miserable and hurting Stacy in the process. Is that what you really want?"
"You're not me, Rob! Maybe you cannot handle the pressure but I think I can."
"I don't know what the fuck that is supposed to mean, Mike."
"It means that I will probably always love you Rob, but I am going to make myself love Stacy if it kills me. I just know I can make myself happy. I want a family someday, a wife and kids and the white picket fence. I want it all."
"Well you can't have it all, Mike. You will end up with regrets, and they will eat at you until your soul dies. In the process you will destroy her too. I can't wait for you to get it together Mike. Go ahead and play your straight boy games, but I have a life to live and I plan to live it. Why don't you call me when you decide what you want. You have a choice to make, Mike. I want you to choose me but I can't make the decision for you. Whatever you decide, I sure as hell hope you can live with it. Now I am leaving, tell Stace bye for me."
"No wait, I want you to kiss me before you go."
"What! You are talking out of both sides of your mouth Mike. You are starting to confuse me too."
"I know Rob but I want to feel you touch me one more time."
"And torture myself? To touch what I cannot have?"
"Please Rob, don't leave like this!"
"I...I..."
Rob moved closer to Mike, looking deep into his eyes. His passion overwhelmed him. He moved his lips to Mike's and let them touch softly. The electricity between them took his breath away. Their lips pressed together harder as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Their arms embracing each other, pulling their bodies together, trying to make them one again.
"What the Hell is going on here? Get the fuck out of my house!" Stacy screamed at both of them.
"No Stace," Rob stammered, "It's not what you think."
"How stupid do you think I am, Rob? I want you to leave! Please, go right now! Not you Mike, I think we need to talk."
Tears ran down Stacy's face as she watched Rob leave her house. She felt betrayed and hurt by both of them. She sat in a chair across from Mike and looked at him, waiting for him to speak and explain what had happened. Mike just hung his head, he could not bring himself to actually look into her eyes.
"What was that, Mike?"
"I don't know what to say."
"Do you love him? Do you want him more than you want me?"
"I don't know what I want Stacy. God damn, I wish I did but I don't!"
"You let me suck your dick before you knew what you really wanted? I wanted to give myself to someone that wanted me as much as I wanted them. You robed me of that, Mike."
"No, I want you Stacy."
"I don't think you know what you want!"
"I guess maybe I don't."
"Well then you have to choose, Mike. Me, or Rob, who will it be? I am not going to play this emotional game with you. Choose me, or choose Rob, but you cannot have us both. Now please go, I can't handle this anymore."
"I will call you tomorrow."
"You call me when you have made your choice, not before."
"I love you, Stacy."
"God Mike, would you just go please! You are killing me!"
Rain stung Mike's face when he ran from Stacy's house. He jumped into his car and saw Stacy watching him from the doorway. He was not sure if she was crying or if the rain was on her face. He fought back his own emotions as he started the car. He looked at her one last time before he put the car into reverse.
"I'm not gay," he said to himself. "I don't love Rob."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Does he have you convinced yet? Obviously he does not know what he wants. Actually, I think he really does know, he's just not ready to accept it yet. I don't know about you, but I've been there, done that or should I say been there, doing that. In a lot of ways Mike is lucky. He has not made any life altering decisions at this point. He has the chance to think things over and make sure he really knows the truth about himself. We can all learn a valuable lesson from Mike, be true to yourself. Live the life you were born to live, love the people you were born to love. If you don't, you will end up hurting yourself and people you never intended to hurt, like Stacy and Rob.
I am sure that this section of the story does not rank high on your list of best jerk off material, but it is a subject that needed to be addressed. There are several questions left in my mind now. Who will Mike choose? Lets hope he makes the right decision. Will Rob wait for Mike to get it all together? He has a life to live too you know. Finally, who is Damon anyhow? Somehow, I think things are about to heat up.
If you have any new ideas I would love to hear them. Thanks again to everyone who sent me e-mail for the first parts of First of Many, it always means a lot to hear from you. As before, I would be interested in hearing from anyone who enjoyed it and those of you that did not enjoy it, too. Feel free to contact me at my e-mail address. Thank you!
First of Many III By: Douglas E. ded7@yahoo.com