Rick and I had our signals down. They were simple and subtle. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew it was important to stay under the radar. Getting caught was not an option. It would have made things very bad for both of us, not just at home but at school. Our dads, both of whom were great dads in many ways, would have killed us. Having a gay son would have been too much for either one of them to handle. And while in the years since, I have supported many friends who needed to come out, I have shielded my own father from having do deal with my sexuality. Many people have criticized me for this but I love my father and I know his limitations. His not knowing has not held me back in the least. But this story is not about that. This story is about how Rick and I got started and how we managed to stay under the radar during high school despite have awesome, mind blowing sex, sex that in many ways kept us sane during times that were anything but sane. But that is high school, right?--whether you are straight, gay, horny (who isn't) or just trying to get by.
Rick and I were fifteen when it started. I had had a things for guys for a few years. I really wanted to fool around with some of my friends but initiating such an action was not simple. I plotted for days and months trying to figure out a way that I could ask one of them if they wanted to have sex. I had to do it in a way that would allow the suggestion to be a joke, if need be, and so that it wouldn't blow up in my face and expose me for the gay boy that I was. At the time when Rick and I got started, I hadn't figured out the perfect scenario yet, so I was still spending the time at night, laying in bed, playing with my dick, pondering whose pants I could get into and how.
Anyway, Rick and I had been playing one on one in his driveway. Rick had a younger brother, but he had to spend the summer days at his grandmother's house due to some behavorial and grade issues. That was his punishment--endless days couped up in grandma's house, tending to her whims, working through a workbook. Grandma had been a teacher about a million years before so she was relieving a part of her youth--or at least early adulthood--with young James as her star, and sole, pupil. So Rick had the place to himself as his parents both worked. He was given a list of chores to do each day and he quickly found out if he woke up early and focused he could get the chores done quickly. This kept his parents off his ass and left him with a good deal of free time.
On this particular day, it was too hot to play too many games. We played a quick two games out of three series. Then we ducked inside his house to get some water and cool off, heading up to Rick's room to watch some T.V. When we hit his room, Rick sat on the edge of his bed and reached down to take off his shoes. Rick was a decent looking guy, far from being a head turner, but not bad looking nonetheless. He played sports, so he was fit. He was probably at that point about five eight or so. I was glad to see that he was taking his shoes off, because Rick had some very nice looking feet. Of all my friends, I would say Rick had probably the nicest feet. As you can probably figure out, I not only had a thing for guys but I also liked feet. I liked feet a lot and would figure out ways to get my friends to shed their shoes and socks, which was not all that difficult. Usually, it just meant visiting them at their houses. Many guys hang out at home barefoot, so seeing people's feet for me was easy. I found it interesting that many of the really good looking guys didn't have such great looking feet. But I was particular about what I liked. For me the perfect foot is well taken care of, nails trimed, clean. The toes are straight and the big toe turns up slightly at the end so that the tip of the toe faces the sky (sort of). The arch of the foot is medium and the heel and ball of the foot is very pink. Rick's feet met all of these requirements, as did mine. So as Rick was pulling off his shoes, I was definately interested in being able to take a good look at his feet.
I sat down on his bed and reached down to take off my shoes as well. "I hope you don't mind," I said "but I'm taking off my socks too."
"Go for it," he said.
I peeled off my sweaty socks and pushed myself back on his full size bed, wiggling my toes in the cool air. "That feels much better," I said.
He pushed himself back on the bed and swung his feet up on the bed. He had taken off his socks as well. He wiggled his toes in reponse to my wiggling toes.
"Yep," he said. "What should we watch."
I was watching his feet and didn't care what he put on the t.v.
Without even thinking about it, I slid my foot over and rubbed it against the side of his foot. It was electric.
"We could play footsie, cute boy," I said in a mocking tone, a tone that we used with each other when we complimented each other's asses or any other feature.
He laughed. But he didn't pull his foot away. In fact he slid he foot against mine, rubbing the sole of his foot against the tips of my toes. My cock was instantly as hard as a rock. I couldn't believe what he was doing, even though I was convinced he was just playing along. I decided to push it a little more and reached over with my toes and grabbed his toes. Then I slid my other foot over and he met that with his foot. As our feet slide together, the room seemed to take on, at least for me, a certain heaviness that I had never felt before. We were no longer laughing, the only sound was that of our breathing.
Rick turned his foot and slid it against mine so that our toes intertwinned against each other. The whole feeling of our feet moving together was incredible. Even now I think about that first time and shudder at how good it felt. I had no idea, even though I had fantasized about playing footsie with another boy, how good it would feel when I finally got my chance to do it.
I traced the tips of his toes with my toes. He did the same thing back to me. I looked over at him and saw the huge bulge in his shorts.
"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice coming out of no where, sounding like it could be an alien speaking to me through the walls.
I didn't know what to say back. My heart was pounding away at my chest. And our feet continued sliding against each other as if they had a mind of their own. At this point the rubbing and movement of my feet was total reflex. It was something I never wanted to stop.
"OK," I said.
We turned our heads and looked at each other. He leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips, as if he didn't know what he would feel--would he get a shock, would it hurt or would it feel incredible. His lips touched mine so lightly that the fire it created burned, burned so good.
"I mean," he said, his voice shaking with nerves and everything else that was going on, "That I want to stick my dick in your asshole."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"OK" I said again, not sure what else I was supposed to say. But I wanted to do it as well. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a dick in my ass and I wanted him to do it quickly before he changed his mind, or before I changed my mind.
"Let's do it now," he said, an urgency taking over his voice. "Take off your shorts."
"OK" I said. I pulled my feet away from his and pushed my shorts down my legs and off the end of my feet. Rick was doing the same thing. I didn't even worry about him seeing my hard dick and my bare ass. I looked over and saw his hard cock pointing up at his belly button. God, it was rock hard and leaking precum. The the smell of his precum was strong. He smelled like a man who wanted to fuck.
Rick reached over and pulled a jar of vasaline out of the drawer of the beside table. His shaking hands had a little trouble with the lid. And once he was able to get it off, a flipped the lid across the room. He dug his finger into it and pulled out a blob and slid it on his dick. He pushed the jar at me. "Put some on your ass," he said.
I dug in a finger. I pulled out my finger and reached it down against my asshole, and rubbed it in. I had fingered myself with jacking off and I knew how good it could feel to have a finger in my ass when I was horny. I had seem pictures and videos of guys fucking and they all seemed to enjoy it but as I was smearing the vasaline on my ass, I realized I had no idea what I was doing. How do you fuck? I had jacked off millions of times thinking about fucking but I had never pondered the act beyone the animalistic urges it brought out in me. It was sort of like looking at a nice house but never thinking about how it had to be built, constructed. How does one construct a fuck, I thought to myself.
Rick rolled between my legs. He was holding onto his dick. He looked at me and pushed my legs back. My toes curled against what I knew was going to be an odd feeling. I considered both the pain and pleasure aspect at the same time. But Rick was not going to give either of us time to change our minds. He lined up his dick and and pushed steadily at my hole and I felt his dick at the entrance and then I felt him start to slide in. There was far more pain than pleasure but was determined to see this through.
"Relax," he said. "Let me in."
I did as he asked. I relaxed as much as I could and let his dick into me. I felt him slidding in further and further.
"Jesus," he said. "This feels so damn good."
I could feel the heat of his cock in my ass. I set the heels of my feet on his back and slid them down to try to adjust to a comfortable position. My feet slid all the way down until they were resting on his feet. We were sole to sole with his cock in my ass. I suddenly felt a small waive of pleasure. I wanted to cum.
Rick had started to slid slowly in and out of my ass, short strokes and didn't feel too bad. I rubbed my feet against his and curled my toes as I thought about how erotic everything was. I felt more pleasure in my dick and my ass. Rick's breathing had picked up. We were sweating.
I came. I moaned when I came. I slightly whimpered, I think. I said Rick's name. He responded by cumming as well. He pushed himself into me and I reached up and held onto him. He moaned slightly as well. He pushed hard against me. Our bodies were in full pleasure as we both started coming down from our orgasms. Our breathing started to even out even though we were both shaking like crazy, pleasure and nervousness combined together.
"Holy Shit," Rick said after a minute, he was laying on me at this point, his body felt heavy but the feeling of him on me and in me was nice. I kept holding on tight.
"I know," I said.
He raised up and slid out of my ass. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back at him.
"That was awesome," he said. "That was fucking awesome."
"I know," I said. "Know what?"
Rick rolled off of me. He slid his feet over and we resumed playing footsie, although this time our strokes were slower and restrained.
"We'll have to figure that out," he said.
End of part 1--Let me know if you want to hear more.