My Sex Life So Far
Disclaimer:
Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between teenage boys, and other themes that may offend. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention a specific location, place, or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely unintentional.
Part 1: Ryan
My first time wasn't exactly my first time with another boy – just the first time I managed to make another boy cum, and to cum for another boy. Before that, I had my fair share of sexy adventures. There was Eli when I was 12, the owner of the first hard cock I ever saw. He got a hardon in the change room at school and everybody was kind of fascinated. I might've been the only one who was fascinated in an extra special way, though...
Then there was Ollie when I was 13, who used to let me feel him up in the back seat of the van when we drove home from baseball games. I got in his pants, but not inside his underwear. Still, for a young teen, a hard cock in the hand, separated only by a thin bit of fabric, was pretty amazing.
And then there was my best friend Walt when I was 15, who slept over one night and mysteriously agreed to share my bed. Naturally, my hands were all over his smooth teen torso and sexy legs as soon as he began to snore. And, over the course of a nervous hour, my fingers found their way inside his boxers – did I mention that he crawled into bed wearing only his boxers? – and carefully played with his cock until it was nice and hard. To this day, I still think that he was sleeping a little TOO soundly to be believable...
But for my first real time I had to wait until I turned 16.
Ryan.
Ryan was Chilean, I think, and had exactly the sort of body you'd expect a teenage South American to have – smooth, tight, dark. Ryan was also gay, and was the first to show me how easy it can be for two gay boys to get together. He came up to me one day after biology class and asked,
"Are you gay?"
"No", I said (still in the closet).
He smiled. "Really?"
I suddenly caught on. "Well, depends who's asking."
And it was as simple as that. "We should hang out sometime", he said, and just like that, I had a date.
Two days later, I was at his house to "study" for biology and have an innocent high school sleepover. We did study a bit, and then put on a movie up in his room. We lay down on his bed beside one another and – because it was my first time, and his – took about half an hour to finally let our hands touch. Then it was 10 min. of fumbling with each other's hands before, all at once, we rolled over and started to kiss. Well, that was about the best thing that had ever happened to me!
The only problem? It was 7 PM, and his family wouldn't be going to bed for a few more hours. We passed the time as best we could. Held hands, made out, he sucked on my fingers, which was pretty amazing until his younger brother walked by his open door and saw him doing it – I still have no idea how he explained that one to him!
Finally, after literally hours, his family was asleep. We didn't waste much time. Turns out that kissing when you're naked and hard and pressed tightly against another naked and hard boy, chest to chest, cock to cock, still hairless legs all tangled up – that's much better than kissing with your clothes on! And turns out, even better than that is slowly kissing your way down from his mouth to his nipples to his tight abs to his small but incredibly hard cock. It's almost as good as when he rolls you over and does the same thing to you. But best of all is lying on your side, kissing like your life depended on it, thrusting your teen cock into his hand while he thrusts his into yours until his hand gets soaked in your cum and yours in his.
That night I slept on a mattress on the floor beside his bed and he told me about how scared he was that someday he would have to come out to his parents. To be completely honest, I barely paid attention – all I could think about was the fact that his parents were going to church the next morning, which would leave us time to get naked again.
Which, of course, we did.