This story is a partial work of fiction. Although some of these events may have happened. The names of the people involved have been changed to protect their identity. This story contains erotic encounters between consenting males approximately 2 to 6 years apart in age. If this type of material offends you, or if you are under the legal age to view it, please do not read further.
Matt and I left his house that sunny Friday afternoon with a weekend of fun ahead of us. We liked the same music, the same movies and had a lot of the same friends. His family was cool with the idea that he was spending time with someone older than him. They knew that he would be in the company of someone who was going to watch out for him and make sure he would stay out of trouble. Matt treated me like a big brother or an uncle that he looked up to. We had a friendship bond that was very strong, even before we decided to take the next step.
The first few minutes in my truck were kind of quiet. With our first "experimentation" still fresh in our minds, we each had a lot to say to the other. Neither of us had actually been completely satisfied by the events of this first encounter. I think each of us knew that we wanted a whole lot more than we were able to do that first time. We rode quietly as I mentioned, and after what we both seemed to consider to be the proper amount of time to wait, we both addressed the issue with what outsiders may have deemed as prepared statements. He went on the record as saying that he wasn't gay, but just really horny and since he liked "getting off" like the next guy, he didn't care how it happened. So, if we were both cool with the whole idea, then we should go further. I seconded his motion and as was true to form for me, I spent the remainder of the trip supporting his decision and that two people didn't necessary have to be gay in order to enjoy having sex with them. This was something that I often did when I was nervous. I only stopped talking when I realized he was as comfortable with this idea as I was. Since we didn't have any solid weekend plans, and because we were both eager to do to each other what we had longed to do for so long, we chose to wipe our social calender and go directly to my apartment and get our phreak on!
Once we closed and locked my door, we went to the fridge and cracked open a couple of cold ones in an effort to make this journey a little easier. In any first time sexual encounter, there is often a little nervousness that takes over, but after a couple bottles of liquid courage, we were ready for the event.
We made our way to my bedroom both flying the flag at full mast. It was obvious that we had both wanted this to happen a long time ago and now we were about to make it all happen. We hadn't yet learned the right buttons to push, so those first few minutes were a little awkward. But, before long, we found our groove and proceeded with fervor. We quickly learned that we shared an appreciation for oral sex. I think we did a pretty good job surprising each other with our talents. I could chalk my expertise to experience, but Matt was a natural. He admittedly had only ever done this twice before, but the skills he brought to the table were those of a seasoned veteran. I joked with him about being a whore, but he insisted that he wasn't. I asked him about his talents and he explained that he did to his partner the things that he wanted his partner to do to him.
This was a welcomed change for me. I had had my fill of encounters with guys who just wanted to get their own rocks off and once they were done, they rolled over and went to sleep. Matt understood the gay-mans credo: "In order to receive, you must give." He was willing to do to me all the things that he expected in return. This meant we would be able to have a long and satisfying relationship.
Our first full encounter with each other was all that I had hoped it to be. He gave me one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had and judging by his reaction, the same can be said about him. Being our first encounter, it didn't last all that long, but once we had managed this hurdle, I think we both experienced a collective sigh of relief.
His technique was flawless. He taught me that the best orgasm could be experienced not by fast an furious strokes, but long, slow strokes with this closed hand following his deep and intense sucking. My body quivered in anticipation of the orgasm. He kept me on the brink for what felt like an eternity. At the start, he asked if he could do me first. Although I agreed, I asked him why. He told me that if he came first, he wouldn't want to return the favor to me and that wouldn't be fair to me. I knew in my own experience that it didn't matter who went first because I enjoyed giving almost as much as I like receiving. This set precedent for all encounters that would follow.
After that first afternoon of passion. We found ourselves arranging to be together every day and that is exactly what we did. At some point, every day after the first time was spent making love to each other. For once in my life, I finally found someone that wanted it as much as I did. So, for the next 4 months, we made passionate love with each other every day. Never was there a single time that either of us felt as if our sex had become commonplace. Each orgasm was as strong or stronger than the first.
As we grew more comfortable with our new relationship, like all good things, in crept controversy. Those close to us began to question the time we spent together. Our friends began to question our relationship and our families began to suspect there may be more to this than simple friendship. We endured the speculation carefully and eventually had to choose to take a little bit of a break. We knew the good thing we had and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. So, we chose to put a couple days between our encounters and began spending less time together. I have to give Matt credit, most guys in his shoes would have chosen to end such a relationship out of fear of exposure. But, cool heads prevailed and we spent the next several weeks just playing it cool.
Once we felt we had dispelled the rumors, we carefully began to see each other more and more. Not all at once, but a little at a time. Eventually, those around us began to believe that everything was as it should and our frequency of encounters slowly began to increase. In an unprecedented move, Matt decided it would help his case if he brought a friend with him every time he told his parents he was going to my house. His family knew his friend Jayme since the two of them had been friends since Kindergarten. Matt assumed his parents would lay off if they knew Jayme was there with him. Apparently he thought they would assume that with Jayme there tagging along, they didn't have to worry that I might be putting the moves on him. As it turns out, his parents couldn't have been more wrong.
Matt didn't tell me this at first, but he and Jayme had been fooling around on their own long before Matt and I had ever met. I marveled at his genius! Not only was he getting his parents off our backs, he was also introducing Jayme to me in the hopes that the three of us could hook up. Jayme hung around my apartment with Matt quite often. I began to fear that Matt was bringing Jayme along as a way to prevent us from getting together. I began to fear that our days of fun together for some reason, was about to end.
Finally, a night came when Matt came over by himself. I was relieved when I saw him alone at my door because now I would be able to talk to him and figure out what was going on. Matt didn't waste any time. The first thing out of his mouth was that he had a surprise for me. With all that had gone on up to that point, I feared what he had to say. He explained that he and Jayme had been fooling around for quite some time and one night when Jayme spent the night at his house, he told Jayme what we had been doing together and since Jayme and I had known each other for quite a while, he wanted to get in on it too. Matt told me that Jayme was to meet us about a mile from his home at about midnight. Jayme was going to sneak out of his house and the three of us were going to spend the night together at my apartment. I was speechless!
Still in shock, we went to my truck and headed to the meeting place. We arrived about five minutes ahead of time and in my own paranoia, I felt every single car that passed us must know what we were trying to do. Those five minutes seemed to drag on, but at the assigned time, Jayme appeared out of the darkness and hopped into my truck. We quickly made our way back to my apartment and during the ride home, Matt explained that he and Jayme had talked about having sex with me and Jayme was as eager to be a part of this as we both were. We climbed the stairs to my apartment and began an evening that none of us would ever be able to forget.