What follows is a work of fiction, if I just so happen to take real facts from my life and change every possible detail including my name, their names, dates, places, activities but keep the sex part the same but with more orgasms, it would still be fictional. The characters contained within do not exist, the events as presented in the order presented did not happen to anyone living or dead. No comment on whether or not I stole ideas from the future.
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The Sex Life of Brian - Chapter 2: My first time with Brandon (mm, teen, high school, mutual mast)
So I've known Brandon my entire Freshman year. We never had a single class in common, we met in the Quad. I was craving him all year. His soft-supple milky white skin always shined in the light. His blonde hair was kept medium length most days, even when he occasionally cut it short he still looked good. To this day I still like boyish haircuts, I think most men cut their hair too short. He usually wore an undershirt with an unbuttoned overshirt. He was so skinny regular fit jeans looked super baggy on him.
I didn't have sex the first time until the summer between Freshman and Sophomore year. To my surprise it wasn't with Brandon, it was with his cousin Clay. I later learned they were actually uncle and nephew because Brandon was 10 years younger than his sister who had kids early. As a result, they were born 2 years apart. This detail was not relevant to me so much as the realization that if I got what I wanted that would make me a family treehopper.
I lived four miles (6.4km for those in the civilized world) uphill from Brandon, this would end up being a metaphor for the rest of our relationship, especially during the summers. I would easily coast down to see him, but I would loathe going back home. The summers were the worst I would have to pedal uphill in over 100°F (38°C) weather. My mom was displeased by the fact I would sometimes go home after 8 pm, but I reminded her that leaving any earlier would put me on the border of a heat stroke. I didn't tell her that wasn't the kind of stroking I was interested in. We hung out at each other's houses as much as we could. I had obligations to my family that lived out of state, but anytime we were free we'd be at the other's house, usually me going to his.
Sometimes when the video games were going, we would play pretend. Sometimes one of us would even be a female character. The first time we kissed was in character, I forget who we were playing, but I remember we were in his room. The room smelled like a dry locker room and had a faint body odor smell. I later learned it's because he only showered once a week, we learned to shower more often later on. Our characters were just married and I got on top of the bed and said, "and then they lived happily ever after."
He said in a poorly done female voice, "and now for the honeymoon." He then got on top of me. Our bare feet were rubbing against each other. We were 14 so our skin was still oily and we didn't need lotion to keep our skin supple and smooth. His eyes didn't actually glow or change color, but at this moment it felt like his eyes were glowing and were drawing me in. Those blue eyes were like a magnet. To this day anyone with eyes other than brown has a certain effect on me. He made the first move and kissed me. He kept his fact the same two inches from mine but pushed his lips out. I was freaked out at first. My grandparents were hyper-religious, my mom was holding on to what little faith she had left and even my dad (who I wasn't living with at this time) was also doing his best to keep the faith. But if homosexuality was so bad, why does it feel good?
I felt good though. His lips were dry, but the physical sensation wasn't the part I enjoyed the most. It felt intimate. I felt like I was connecting with another person. He wasn't my first kiss of either gender, it also lacked the overwhelming hormone takeover I had when I kissed in middle school. However, my hormones being calmer actually was a benefit because I had clarity. I wasn't some hormone machine acting on instinct, I was in control and I wanted this. I kissed him back, rubbing our lips together. As long as it took to describe my feelings I experienced all of this in just 15 seconds. We split apart and he laid down next to me.
I felt my face change from a haze to shock, "I can't believe you really kissed me."
He grinned and said, "Well do you want to enjoy your honeymoon or not, Mr. Martinez?" (He actually called me by my character name, while I want to remember which one it was, I think the sex is more interesting anyway)
"I mean, you actually kissed me though. Does that mean we're gay?" I asked
"I don't think you care", he said pointing to my crotch which you could see a bulge through my jean shorts even though they were slightly baggy.
"You're right, I don't", I then lunged at him while we were lying side by side and kissed him again. This time we opened our mouths and sloppily slid our tongues around each other. This was far more awkward than it was with Clay who had some experience. We were both quite new at this so it took several attempts for us to open our mouths just the correct amount for our lips to feel friction against each other. I had an immediate urge to get naked, but instead of taking my shirt off I took his off, "You need a little bit more breast development Mrs. Martinez" (Again I called him by the female character name)
"Let's drop the act, I'm super horny Brian", he demonstrated this by taking my shirt off too. He got on top of me and we kissed again. This time opening our mouths just the right amount, even though this kissing lacked the hormone craze of my middle school years it certainly was pleasurable and I didn't want it to stop. I started kissing down his neck and he moaned in enjoyment. We got off the bed and stood up, we kissed again for a few seconds. I put my hand on my waist, "Last chance before we cross the rubicon", I said. He pulled his pants and underwear down in one swoop.
I admired him from head to toe. His super flat chest and nipples. I would spend the next two years sucking on them until they turned 3D and I actually could suck on something. He had no pecs at all, no muscles on his arms. One thing that stood out the most was the fact that his stomach was unbelievably flat, almost concave. His belly button was very flat too, almost a bump rather than a hole. His side tapered in and widened again at his hips, he had an hourglass figure like a girl. His white-colored body was pasty and pale, with pink undertones on his skin as opposed to my white body with a more frappuccino-colored undertone. He had no chest, stomach, and almost no arm hair.
Now the part everyone emailed me about, at this time he had a soft patch of public hair all hairs had gentle curves. It didn't get coarse and curly until senior year. He was only four inches (10 cm) long and about ½ inch (1.5 cm) in diameter and his cock was somehow even paler than the rest of his body. He stood 5'9 (175 cm) at the time and weighed 120 pounds (56 kg). If you looked at Twink porn online, this boy was a super twink, he was super-teenage super-white and super into no kink since we haven't established our tastes yet. His legs were essentially hairless from the keens up. Below his knee was somewhat hairy and he could be best described as "chicken legs." His feet were large and his light skin revealed every vein he had. His big toe was big and had a space between that and the second that a dick could fit through. I didn't look at his backside until later, but he was totally flat, nothing interesting was happening there.
"Wow" is all I could say.
It might have taken you about a minute to read the last two paragraphs, well that's the time it took for me to take him all in. He was pretty patient, but as soon as I said, "wow", he knew I was done ogling him. "Your turn", he said and I slid my shorts and underwear down and stepped out of them, leaving me totally naked. He also took time to ogle me, but it was shorter about 30 seconds. Brandon later told me the following later that day what he was only thinking:
"What I admired about you is how smooth you were. Even though you're light-skinned you have no veins popping out anywhere and you're not ghost-like or pasty. Your skin is like if you poured only a little bit of coffee into a cup of mostly creamer. Your pink nipples actually pop out, unlike my flat ones. You have no pecs, but your upper body is perfect, the way your neck drapes into your upper body. There's not a hair, freckle or blemish to be seen on your chest, your skin is like porcelain. Your short black hair is just fine with me. Your belly button is actually a hole and not flat, I don't mind your muffin top, it's not too much and you're still so baby young. I was surprised to see your dick was darker than the rest of your body. If your name wasn't Martinez I wouldn't have even known you were Hispanic without looking at your dick. You're smaller than me, about 3 inches (8cm) and a half-inch across (1.25 cm). Which is perfect for me because that means less for me to put in my mouth. I wouldn't say you have thunder thighs, but they're big and you have a nice bubble butt. You have soft black hair on your entire leg, less so on your thighs, and a nice happy trail from your belly button to your dick. You have no hair around your crotch. But one thing I found cute was your feet. You almost have no visible veins. You're 5 foot 8 inches (172cm) and 160 pounds (72kg) of fun "
It felt good to be ogled. A breeze was flowing through the open window as he was staring at me reminding me even more profoundly that I was naked. Not only was I experiencing the free and easy feeling, but now somebody else was with me also naked. When his eyes moved back up and returned to mine, I open my arms for a hug. He stepped in and we hugged each other with our heads over the other's shoulder. Both our hands went high and caressed the other's back. Our penises were rubbing together, they went semi-soft during the ogling, but were back to full strength now from us rubbing on each other and caressing each other. I grabbed his small flat ass cheeks and squeezed. He responded by pulling his mouth back and kissed me again. We fell back on the bed and started sliding our bodies against each other. Then we stopped pulled apart he laid down on the bed facing me and I laid down with him with both of us on our sides.
We kissed again and moved our hands to each other's crotch. His public hair was fine and smooth. It tickled as he caressed mine. For once I made the first move and touched his dick for the first time. I rubbed a little and he winced, I loosened my grip a little and he was starting to enjoy it. He moved his free hand to my cock and had much better luck, it instantly felt pleasurable and I immediately responded by kissing him. We kept stroking each other until we were both halfway to orgasm. Brandon then gently pushed the shoulder that I wasn't laying down on so that I was flat on my back.
He got on top of me and kissed me again, we made out for about a minute. Rubbing our cut cocks together, rubbing our legs and feet together while grabbing each other's backs and butts. Every time we kissed we tried our best to involve every part of the body we could. He then kissed down my neck and moved down. He lightly rubbed my thighs and without any hesitation whatsoever immediately took my cock in his mouth. This immediately brought me back to my time with Clay who also was very enthusiastic about taking my dick. It made me wonder if a willingness to suck cock was a thing that ran in families. I restrained myself from mentioning his cousin did the same thing. At first, he wasn't as good as Clay, which is understandable because unlike Clay I was the first guy he was ever intimate with.
Slowly I was coming closer and closer to climax, it felt like forever and I'm certain 10 minutes is an eternity when there's a cock in your mouth and you haven't yet learned how to breathe through your nose. I started breathing heavily but made sure not to moan too loudly because his conservative, homophobic parents were in the other room. My arms and legs were rubbing against the sheets, my legs spread out more I was grabbing the sheets.
"Brandon, I'm getting close you can use your hand if you want", I said.
He gladly disobeyed my warning and went faster, now starting to twist his tongue around the head. It felt like electric shocks were flowing through my body, I put a pillow over my mouth as I started to breathe heavier and heavier. It was at this point I realized I wasn't in control, Brandon was. I breathed in hard and then out hard, then twice as hard, then three times as hard when he took all my dick in his mouth. I was only 3 inches at the time so it wasn't difficult at all for him to do.
"I'm going to"... I tried to say and then exploded in his mouth. I have had wet cums since I was 11 so this was going to be wet as well and it was. When explaining what an orgasm is to pre-pubescent guys I describe masturbation as feeling like peeing after needing to for an hour, but ten times better. Well, my first orgasm from oral was ten times better than that. He sucked every drop and I had to push him away because he was giving me too much pleasure. He laid down next to me allowing me to recover.
It took 30 seconds for me to even open my eyes. A minute later and my heaving breathing didn't even subside yet. "That... was... amazing", I spent the next 30 seconds still trying to catch my breath. I finally was slowing to halfway and got on top of him and kissed him, tongues and everything I was still needing air so I couldn't kiss him for more than 15 seconds. I laid back down and we held hands for 5 minutes until I finally started breathing normally. I reached over to his cock and it was soft, I stroked him a few seconds and he started growing again.
"There's nothing I want to do more right now than make you feel the way I did",I said and then I got on top of him again and kissed him. I kissed down his chest, licking a nipple on the way down. I lined up my mouth with his cock, I hesitated the same way I hesitated with Clay. Now I know it isn't a mistake, doing it twice means I want to be gay now. However, Brandon was so enthusiastic and gave me the best feeling of my life (up until that time) that I didn't think there was any way I couldn't do this for him so I took him in. He was bigger than me so I couldn't go all the way down the same way he did for me. I tried my best to wrap my lips and stoke him, twist my tongue around, but I just couldn't quite get him there.
That's when I had an idea, I said "jerk yourself to the point of no return and let me know when that happens."
"Okay", he said and started stroking himself. I rubbed his balls and thighs which helped him get closer. He started breathing harder and harder and said, "I'm going to right now." I then ripped his hand away and put my mouth over his dick resulting in him shooting in my mouth. Most of the time, like with Clay last week when I had cum in my mouth it was a salty mix similar to tears or the bottom of a cup of ramen. However Brandon stood alone, somehow his semen was sweet, very sweet. Like someone added sugar to the saltiness. I spilled some out of my mouth but swallowed most of it. He wasn't as breathless as I was and I kissed him, he got a little taste of his own semen. This didn't deter him and we kissed for another 10 minutes with me on top of him. I laid back down and we held hands again, both of us basking in the afterglow. I was amazed that even sucking him resulted in an afterglow. From that day forward I was never worried about just myself, I actually took pleasure in giving people orgasms. If I already jacked off, wasn't feeling well, or otherwise couldn't get an orgasm myself I am willing to please the other guy. We laid and talked for an hour about what he did, I told him what I liked about his body and he told me what he liked about mine.
"I can't believe I'm thinking about a guy as hot", I said, "I don't want to leave. I'm afraid I'm going to wake up if I do"
"I don't want you to leave either," Brandon laughed.
"My mom is expecting me to come back, I didn't ask for permission to stay over", I said.
"Yeah, I didn't ask my mom either."
"Thank you, I had an amazing time" I kissed him on the lips.
"Me too," he said and reluctantly we put our clothes back on. I kissed him again and I hopped on my bike starting the four-mile (6km) journey back home.