Warning: The following story contains graphic 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 IV
By: Douglas E.
The garage door opened as Mike pulled into the driveway. He pulled the car inside and let his head rest on the steering wheel. He had fought the tears all the way home but he couldn't do it any more. They ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his chest. He had lived a lifetime of emotion in just one day. He glanced at his watch.
"11:55pm. God, it is still Saturday."
In one day he had his first sexual encounter with both a man and a woman. At this point he wasn't so sure that the whole scene had not cost him two life long friendships. It would be so easy to walk away and never make the effort to contact them again. Rob and Stacy had been his closest friends since he was a kid. As children it had seemed so easy, they shared their hopes and their dreams and made plans for the future. Funny how things can change when the emotions involved change.
Mike was thirteen when he first really noticed Stacy for more than just "one of the boys." He can remember sitting behind her in English class fantasizing about her and what she would look like naked. Every day he found himself more and more drawn to her and his desire to have a relationship with her. Then the dreams came. At night she would come to him and make wild love to him while he slept. He was really freaked out the first time he came in a dream. He woke from a sound sleep as his jizz filled his underwear. He had taken them off and hid them in the laundry basket under all the other clothes hoping his mother wouldn't find them. Still, he couldn't look her in the face for a week after that because he was sure she knew. Then he learned to love those dreams. Every night when he went to bed he would hope she would come to him.
Rob showed up in his dreams when he was about fifteen. They would both be naked and sometimes they would even touch each other but they never did any more than that. Mike had been so afraid that someone would find out. It was at that point that he began to question his sexuality, or at least to wonder why he had the dreams. In time, he learned to like them too, but he was not able to admit it before today. Now, he found himself torn between them, he could not have them both anymore.
"You have to choose," their words echoed on his head.
"How can I choose?" he said to himself. "I care for both of them so much. Just because I did what I did with Rob does not mean I am gay. I want a wife and a family someday. I cannot be gay and have that too. 12:05am. Saturday is finally over."
Mike quietly opened the door to the house and walked inside. The stairway light was on but he was sure his parents were in bed. He closed the door quietly, put the car keys on the table, and walked up the stairs.
"Is that you Mike?" his mother called from her room.
"Yes mom."
"I am glad to see you are home on time son. Did you have a good time."
"I guess."
"What did you do?"
"Can we talk about it tomorrow mom, I am tired right now."
He walked into his room and shut the door. He stripped off his shirt and walked into his bathroom to take a piss. He stood at the toilet and looked down at his cock as he drained his bladder. It looked different to him, or at least it felt different. He glanced over and saw his shirt laying on the floor.
"Shit," he said. "I will never wear pink again!!"
Sleep was not an option for Mike. His mind was full of the days events and they repeated themselves to him over and over again. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling of his room. The familiar crack above his bed reminded him that he was home. It had always reminded him of what he thought the Rocky Mountains would look like, tall peaks and low valleys. He was in the valley, he had a mountain to climb. With this final thought, sleep finally came to him.
The door to the bedroom opened slowly. Mike watched as a familiar figure entered his room. The distinct outline of a boy (no, more like a man) stood in the doorway. He watched as the figure opened his shirt and let it hang open off his muscular chest. His jeans straining to hold back the hard beast that pushed against the zipper. Reaching down he opened his jeans and let them fall to the floor. With one step, he was out of them. Now clad only in the shirt hanging from his shoulders, he slowly walked toward the bed.
"Damon, is that you," Mike asked?"
"You know it's me Mike. I have come to give you what you want."
"What is it you think I want?"
"Me."
With that Damon was kneeling next to the bed, reaching his lips toward Mike's. Mike opened his mouth and let Damon's tongue enter him. Their tongues swirled together in a love dance, mixing their saliva together as they probed in and out of each other's mouth. Damon's tongue slipped out of Mike's mouth, across his chin and down his neck. His lips closed around his erect nipples and his teeth nibbled gently on the hardened tissue.
Mike arched his back and moaned quietly, his chest heaving as the passion built inside him. He felt Damon's hands traveling the length of his body. He lifted his pelvis into the air anticipating the hand that would grab his hard cock but it traveled past and down his leg. His body trembled with the anticipation of his touch.
Damon moved his head down and positioned his mouth above Mike's hard cock. His lips parted and the tool slid past his teeth and into his throat. His hand grasped the base of the cock squeezing it firmly as his mouth began to work the length of the shaft. He felt Mike tremble and it spurred him on to suck him harder and faster. He pulled his mouth off the end of Mike's cock and then plunged back down on it letting it go as deep into his throat as he could.
" aaahh, that feels so good Damon! I never knew........I never knew."
Mike's hands found their way to the back of Damon's head. He pushed down as his hips thrust up pushing more of his meat into his mouth. He swallowed every inch of Mike's cock with no problem. Mike watched as the expert lips moved up and down on the swollen shaft, the hot tongue momentarily flickering the head with each stroke. Damon's mouth moved down on him with precision until his nose was buried in pubic hair. He would pause, swallow hard, and then slide the prick slowly back out of his mouth.
Mike gasped as he felt Damon push two fingers into his ass in one hard shove. He closed his eyes anticipating the pain he knew he would feel but there was none. His body relaxed again but his eyes stayed shut, enjoying the moment and the feel of the hands that worked his ass. The two fingers were replaced with three but still Mike felt no pain. The fingers worked his ass with the same precision as the mouth that still worked up and down on his cock. Damon's fingers hit Mike's prostrate and moved him closer to orgasm with each shove.
"You are getting me there fast man! I'm going to cum real soon!"
Damon never paused when he received the warning. His mouth worked faster, and his fingers dug deeper into his ass. He was determined to take the load that Mike had to offer. To feel it in his mouth, to savor the flavor and feel the texture of his juice.
"Give it to me Mike, I want to taste it!"
"Yeah, I am going to cum man, right now! Aaaahhhhhhgggg, oh fuck yeah!"
Damon's mouth filled with wave after wave of Mike's cum. He swallowed quickly trying to take it all. Even with his vigorous swallowing some of the fluid ran from the corners of his mouth and down the shaft of Mike's cock. Damon's tongue eagerly lapped at the cum that had escaped his mouth.
"I am going to fuck you now Mike."
He didn't wait for a reply, he just lifted Mike's legs into the air and plunged his cock into him in one even stroke. Mike held his eyes tightly closed and concentrated on the feeling of having his ass fucked by his favorite fantasy man. With each rhythmic stroke he heard their flesh slap together. His breath was pushed from his chest with every downward thrust. Damon's heavy breathing and quiet moans filled the air around him.
"God yes, fuck me man."
Mike's eyes opened and he looked into the face of the man that fucked him. A hazy blur surrounded him making it hard for him to see. Almost as if the room had been filled with a fog or mist from an unknown source. As his eyes cleared and the figure came into focus.........
"Rob?"
"That's right Mike, because I am who you really want!"
Mike sat up in bed. At first he did not realize he had been dreaming. He glanced around the room looking for Damon and Rob. When he felt the wet spot in his jockeys he knew it had been a dream.
"I want Rob. I want him more than any woman I have ever known." (That one's for you Mike!!) "I will always care about Stacy but I want Rob. 4:30am, I have two more hours to sleep. Tomorrow I will tell him."
When Mike woke up the next morning his dick lay hard against his stomach. He was not surprised because it was hard almost every morning. Still, today was different. He was hard from anticipation more than his need to piss. He reached down and rubbed this hard on through his underwear. The sensation of his own touch made his body tremble. His hand slipped under the elastic band of his underwear and he wrapped his fingers around the base of his hard dick. He let his hand rise and fall slowly on it, pulling the skin of his dick up over the head and then pulling it down again. The precum began to leak from his piss slit as he stroked himself off.
Mike slipped his underwear off and kicked them to the foot of the bed. He was still covered by the sheet but it was the only thing that remained between him and his dick. His left hand grabbed the base of his cock as the right began to stroke the shaft. He could see the bedding rise and fall with each stroke of his hand.
As he jacked off he thought about Rob. Now that he knew what he really wanted he felt a great sense of relief. He had always loved Rob, he just was not able or willing to admit it before. He tried to imagine the look on Rob's face when he told him that he wanted him. The embrace, maybe even the kiss that they would share. It had to be perfect.
Mike kicked off the sheet so he could watch himself jack off. His left hand still circled the base of his cock and the head had turned a deep shade of red. The veins on the shaft bulged out more than normal. One large vein circled the shaft and disappeared near the head. He was fascinated with the shape and color of his own cock. He had not looked at Rob's so close. He wanted to know every inch of Rob's body as well as he knew his own.
"Next time," he thought to himself. "Next time."
Mike moved his hand from the base of his cock and grabbed his balls. He squeezed them and pulled down making his dick stand up even straighter. He spit into his right hand and used his saliva to lube the action. Every time he slid his hand down he would thrust his hips, fucking his hand like it was Rob's tight ass. His breathing became heavy as he approached his goal. His quiet moans filled the room as he stroked faster and thrust into his hand.
Mike looked down and watched himself stroke his cock.. He could feel the cum churning in his balls as he approached the point of no return. He studied the head as it appeared and disappeared into his hand. His muscles tightened and his cum shot out of him. He watched it land on his stomach and stick to the hair that was beginning to sprout near his navel. He pushed his head back into the pillow as his muscles contracted to expel the juice from his loins. He moaned quietly as the last of his cum ran down the shaft of his half hard dick.
Mike lay on his back trying to catch his breath. This was not the most intense orgasm of his life but it ranked high on the list of good ones. His eyes focused on the crack in his ceiling again. He had started the climb, he was being true to himself for the first time in his life. He didn't realize it then but he had a long road ahead of him.
"Get up Mike, breakfast is in twenty minutes," his mother called from the bottom of the stairs.
"I've been up twice already this morning mom," Mike called back with a smile.
"That's nice son, get dressed."
Mike grabbed his pink shirt off the floor and wiped the cum off his stomach and then threw it in the garbage. He was ready to admit he was gay but he didn't think pink was the color to do it in. He put on a pair of tight wranglers and white t-shirt and walked down the stairs.
"How many pieces of toast do you want Mike?"
"Gees mom do we have to have this conversation ever morning? I have had the same two pieces every morning for years."
"Yes son, but you usually only eat one of the two I make you."
"Okay, make me one then."
"You seem to be in a very foul mood today young man. You watch your tone with me!"
"Not at all mom. I am in a great mood actually. I think this may be one of the best days of my life!"
Mike ate half of the one piece of toast his mother made for him. He was excited about talking to Rob but he was nervous too. He was afraid if he ate too much he would throw up. What if Rob had already decided he didn't want him? Stranger things have happened.
Mike picked up the phone and dialed Rob's number. He had dialed it hundreds of times and didn't even have to think about it when he punched in the numbers. He held the phone to his ear and waited for it to ring.
"Stevenson residence."
"Hi, is Rob there?"
"Is this Mike?"
"Yeah."
"Rob took a friend up to the cabin today. Actually, he said he was taking you there."
"When did he leave?"
"About an hour ago."
"Well then he should be here any minute then. Thanks Jackie."
"You tell Rob to call me when he gets there."
"Okay, I will," Mike hung up the phone.
"An hour. He would have been here by now. Who the hell is he taking to the cabin?"
"What's wrong Mike? You look upset," his mother said.
"I'm okay mom. Can I take the car for a ride?"
"Sure, but I don't want you running all over the country."
Mike grabbed the keys and ran out the door. He tried to talk himself out of spying on Rob but he was driven by a need to know who he was with. He ran down the list of people that Rob could have taken.
"It is probably nothing," he said to himself. "Stacy, I bet it's Stacy. They have a lot to talk about I guess."
When Mike saw the cabin he pulled off the road. Rob's truck was parked in front but no one was around. The door to the cabin was closed and there were no windows to see inside. He looked past the cabin and down to the river. No one was there either.
Mike got out of the car and walked toward the cabin. His heart beat fast in his chest and echoed in his ears. The fear of what he may find was driving him crazy but the fear of not knowing was even worse. He stood outside the door and listened to see what he could hear.
"It hurts so much," he heard Rob say.
"I know Rob but you can handle it."
"Fuck," Mike said to himself. "He is in there with a fucking guy."
Mike grabbed the handle and threw open the door. It was dark in the room but he could see Rob's familiar shape in the darkness. He was sitting on the same bed he had fucked Mike in. His head was resting on the shoulder of anther man that he did not recognize. The mans arms were around Rob and he was holding him close to his body. Mike could not speak, he could only stand there in silence with his mouth hanging open.
"Mike, is that you," Rob asked?
"You son of a bitch Rob!" Mike yelled at him.
"Wait Mike, it is not what you think," the other man said as he stood up from the bed.
"Damon," Mike said. "What the fuck............"
Mike turned his back to Rob and Damon. He could not stand to look at them together. The tears ran down his cheeks as he fought to regain control of his emotions. The perfect day he had hoped for with Rob had been fucked up. The embrace, the kiss, none of it was going to happen now.
"It's not what you think Mike," Rob said as he placed his hand on Mike's shoulder from behind.
"I don't know what else it could be Rob. I found you in Damon's arms," Mike choked out.
"He was only being a friend to me Mike that's all."
"Why here Rob? This is our spot. Our special spot!"
"It always will be our 'special spot' Mike."
"You are a fucking slut Rob," Mike said angrily.
"Don't say that Mike!"
"YOU are a fucking SLUT!"
"Fuck you Mike! If that is what you think then just get the FUCK out of here."
Mike didn't turn around, he just walked away. Rob watched him from behind as he left. The fact that He loved Mike had not changed. He wanted him and he always would. Still, the anger he felt welled up inside him.
Mike broke into a sprint running for his car. He turned and looked at Rob one last time before he opened the door and got inside. Spinning the wheels as he left, Mike pulled away from the cabin. Rob watched until he could not see the car anymore.
"Will I ever see him again Damon?"
"I don't know Rob," Damon said.
"It hurts so much!"
"I know Rob, you already said that, but you can handle it."
"Yeah, you already said that too."
"Funny how things can change when the emotions involved change." I liked this line in the story. I have heard from a lot of people who have told me how they lost a good friendship after it progressed to sex. I had a good friendship permanently changed for the same reason. I think when people convince themselves that they can leave the "emotional" component out of sex they are fooling themselves. I guess people do it every day, but those are not the people I want to hang out with!
Just when we think Mike is getting it together he flips out again. I tend to think that is a common experience for a lot of young gay guys. Still, I think he is doing Rob really wrong. Did you figure out that the whole cabin scene was a complete misunderstanding? I think that Damon was only there to give Rob the moral support he needed to put up with Mike (and since I am writing this story I am probably right). I think that if my "sort of boyfriend" called me a "fucking slut" I would probably try to prove to him that I was. Okay, so I probably wouldn't do that, but I think Rob will. Hey, Damon is handy, maybe Rob should fuck him right there in the same bed he deflowered Mike in. What do you think?
Did you catch the "that one was for you Mike" that I threw into the story? I guess I should explain. I have a great friend named Mike. I wrote the original First of Many for him. The whole "I want you more than any woman I have ever known" thing is a private joke between the two of us (but you get it don't you Mike?). Anyhow, Mike wrote me a story too. Why don't you go read it. It is posted under gay male/beginnings/first night. If you send him a note, tell him Doug sent you.
As before, I would be interested in hearing from anyone who enjoyed my story and those of you that did not enjoy it too. All ideas will be taken into consideration when I write the next part. Feel free to contact me at my e-mail address. Thank you!
First of Many IV By: Douglas E. ded7@yahoo.com