All the usual disclaimers apply. If it's illegal for you to read, leave. If you are below the legal age to read this type of material, leave. This body of work is a partial work of fiction. Although the events listed have occured, the names of those involved have been changed to protect their identities.
This story takes place almost a year after my encounter with John. With life's natual ebb and flow, when we experience "feasts" in our lives, we must accept that there will also be famine. The year that took place between my encounter with John and this story, certainly illustrates that famine.
Just a few short weeks after John and I had our time together, mother nature unleashed her wrath and as a result, my residency at my first apartment came to an abrupt end. During the summer of 1992, an F2 or F3 tornado swept through our town destroying many structures. One of the hardest hit areas was the heart of down town where I lived. As a result, the building I lived in lost it's entire roof to the storm. When I was finally able to get into my building, I discovered a waterfall in my livingroom; pouring thousands of gallons of water onto my belongings. It was a total loss. As a result, I was forced to move back into my parents house so I could regroup.
After about a year, I found myself able to finally get back out on my own again. It was during my stay that I realized how important my freedom had become. Those that I had occasional and random sex with, had a difficult time understanding why I wasn't able to hook up with them as easily as I had in the past. So, I was forced to resort to some of the same tactics that I had to use when I was still in highschool.
Unfortunately, those who enjoyed my company in that way, grew rather frustrated with my new set of rules, and eventually sought there release elsewhere. I still saw Matt once in awhile, but not nearly the way that we both wanted to. I saw Jayme now and then and each time we saw each other, our eyes confirmed our desire to get together again. But I needed to wait!
When I finally did get a new apartment, I couldn't wait to crack open that little black book of mine and getting back to business. Much to my disappointment, those that had enjoyed my company in the past, had stopped waiting and hoping, so most of them took other paths that didn't include me.
I got settled into my new apartment with all the optimism that I would be able to recreate the atmosphere that I had back in my first apartment. Altough I was able to reprise some of those times, some were never meant to be relived.
I was sitting at home one balmy spring night with my bottle of Absolut meant to help me pass the time. I left all the lights off in the apartment so the glow of my television was my only source of light. My mind was far away that night, thinking about the past that seemed to bittersweet. I was startled when I heard a knock at the door. As I opened the big wooden door, two faced appeared before me. It was Jayme and his step brother Dave. At first, the appearance of these two left me with a feeling of suspicion. I can't explain why I felt this way, but I honestly felt like they were here to do harm to me. Since Jayme and I hadn't seen each other in a long time, I could only imagine that at some point, he began to feel guilty about what we had done in the past and I feared he was there to avenge himself upon me.
I cautiously asked them inside! The first few moments I spent questioning them about why they were there. My questions were met with cryptic answers. What I failed to realize was that Matt had brought Jayme to me with the intent of bringing him into our circle and now perhaps Jayme was doing that very thing. The suspicion quickly faded and all of us talked about the history that existed between Jayme and I. I felt a little awkward because Dave just seemed to sit there without expression.
Nothing happened that night, it was getting late and they knew they needed to go home. Apparently, Jayme's family issued him an ultimatum that stipulated he was to be home each night. If he did not comply with this rule, he would be forced to leave and live on his own. So, at around 11:30, the two of them left.
I'll admit, I had been a little horny through the hope that we might have hooked up that night. I knew I liked being with Jayme, and I also entertained the thought of what being with Dave would have been like.
The next morning, I nursed a little headache and chose to spend the day at home taking care of the things that I had neglected the day before. The morning turned to afternoon and then to evening and I found myself pouring another cocktail from my big bottle of Absolut. Like the night before, I fully anticipated a quiet night and home and like the night before, there was a knock at the door.
This time, when that big wooden door opened, there was only one figure before me. It was Dave! I felt my pulse quicken with the hope that he was hear to satisfy his own curiosity. I invited him in and offered him a drink. He quickly accepted. We spent the next hour talking about random things. Then, with a great pause, he asked, "So, do you and Jayme mess around?" With that, I unloaded ever graphic detail about my encounters with him.
Once I had filled his head with all of the graphic details, I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me that he had often heard about what went on between two guys and was kind of curious about what it would be like to experience it for himself. I told him that I would be happy to show him what it was like. Before he agreed, he listed some stipulations. He told me since this was his first time doing this, he wanted to make sure that I understood that should he become uncomfortible with something, I would respect his wishes; no questions asked. As hard as it was to accept these conditions, I did so simply to have this opportunity.
With that, we started to rub each other and took off each other's clothes. I began to go down on him immediately. Much to my surprise, despite employing some of my best techniques, he never got an erection. This didn't deter me for a moment. I was determined to make this work at all costs.
Over the next couple of hours, Dave and I engaged in many positions. I sucked him off, jerked him off, licked his ass and even took turns trying to fuck each other. As we approached the third hour of our engagement, I finally decided to pull out all of the stops. I knew I had to make this the very best performance possible.
Our exploits took us to various parts of my apartment, but eventually we found ourselves back in my bedroom. I unleashed a blow job upon him like no other. Even though Dave never achienved a quality erection, I kept going.
During my award winning performance, Dave spoke up saying, "Aw, fuck it!" The next thing I knew, his ever flacid penis became hard as a rock in seconds. Then, after a few minutes had passed, Dave unleashed an orgasm that sent hot ropes of cum right down my throat. At that point, I realize that not only was this his first enounter with a man, this would also be that moment in time where he lost his virginity.
After that night, Dave and I would never have sex again. Instead, he chose to constantly rub his crotch on me, rub my cock, and do a number of other things. He placed himself under the assumption that we needed him more than he needed us.
Eventually, I was forced to sit him down and explain to him that his sexual advances were not welcome. I went on to explain that unless he would be willing to act upon these advances, I didn't want him to touch me. This was a bitter pill for him to swallow. He was hell-bent on having his cake and eat it too.