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NOTE: this is not an ongoing series; each part will feature a different first-time experience.
[][][]{ you, a virgin teenager }[][][]
You are on your high school's basketball team. You always find an excuse to be the last one to use the showers, because you're gay and by the time practice is over and everyone is showered off, you're so hard it hurts.
You are halfway through your after-practice shower wank when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You freeze, as if that will somehow help. But no, it just makes you more anxious.
"Hey." It's a voice you recognize. "A-Are you gay?"
It takes all of your willpower not to start screaming at this point.
You stammer, "No, uh, Just the cheerleaders, you know. Hot."
You turn your head to look at who it is, and your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck. He's the one you were just jerking off to. He was also the one who had been following you around in the locker room for days, trying to get your attention.
You don't know what to do, so you just stand there, the shower running water down your naked body, your aching cock in your hand, and you stare at him. Your mouth goes dry, and your palms start to sweat. Your mind goes completely blank, and you can't think of anything to say.
He sounds nervous, but not disgusted. "I... I noticed you looking at me."
You quickly turn your head to stare at the wall. "No, I-I wasn't..." you lie. You can feel his eyes burning into your naked body, but you dare not look at him.
"It's okay. If you were. I'm gay, too."
You feel your whole body go rigid. "You are?"
His voice is hoarse and quiet, but you hear every word. "Yeah... I've been wanting to talk to you for days, but I didn't know how."
You drop your head, leaning against the wall, and you gasp for air. "If this is a prank, I swear to God, I'll..."
You can feel him move towards you, and then his lips brush against your cheek. His breath smells of cinnamon gum.
"It's not a prank." You can hear the fear in his voice.
You turn slowly to look at him. "Seriously?"
He says nothing, instead leaning into kiss you on the lips. You feel weak in the knees, and could easily fall to the floor if it wasn't for the wall behind you.
You moan against his lips and lift your trembling hands to grasp at his hair. "I..." You shiver and admit in a quiet whisper, "I-I was jerking off to the thought of you just now."
You don't know why you admitted it, but you did. Now there's no taking it back, and you can only hope he doesn't hate you for it.
"I did too... Ever since you started showering with us. You're so cute..." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss along your neck.
You bury your fingers in his hair. "Holy shit. This can't be happening."
You can feel his warmth beside you, and the steady beat of his heart against your skin.
"I've, uh, I've never done this with a guy. I tried with a couple girls, because I thought I was supposed to, but... I..." You laugh. "God, I'm shaking."
You bite your lip, and go in for the kiss. You press your lips to his, and part them slightly, your tongues touching and exploring each others' mouths slowly. You tremble against him as a moan rumbles in your chest. You grip his shirt in your hands, pulling him even closer.
He moans into your mouth, and you can feel his fingers tremble as they slide under the waistband of your shorts. His hand is warm against your skin as he wraps his fingers around your dripping cock, and you moan as he gently begins stroking you.
You reach down to pull him out of his own pants and marvel at the differences in your cocks. His is thick and the vein along the side throbs visibly. Yours is lighter in color, but the head seems more flared along the crown than his.
"I-" You shiver. "Fuck, I want. I want everything... I don't know where to even start."
"Take your pick," he chuckles.
You gently wrap your fingers around his member, and you moan as you begin to stroke him slowly. He moans, and you lean down to kiss his neck. You gently nibble at it as he tilts his head back, moaning softly.
You grow bolder at the sounds he makes. You shift to take both your and his erections in hand and stroke them as you roll your hips to rub your shaft against his. You roll your hips against his, and the sensation takes him over the edge. He cums, spurting warmly over both your stomachs.
He lets out a shuddering moan, and you can feel your own release coming. He leans up to kiss you one more time as you moan into his mouth. You stroke yourself faster until you orgasm, your cum striping across his stomach and chest. You shake against him, and he wraps his arms around you tightly. You give one last thrust, shuddering.
He smiles up at you. "You're so cute."
You blush darkly. "You're crazy."
He leans in to kiss you softly. "No, really. You're adorable."
You intertwine your fingers with his. "So, uh..." You feel your heart pounding against your ribs. "My parents don't know I'm gay. If you, uh, wanted to sleep over, they'd think it was fine."
"A-Alright."
You hear the nervousness in his voice and grab his hand. "Or we could not, if you don't want to. I don't mean to rush things. I'm just so fucking excited."
"No, no. I want to." He smiles. "I really want to."
You nod and get out your phone to call back home. After a few rings, your dad picks up. "Hello?"
You smile. "Hey, Dad, is it okay if a friend from school stays over tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," he says. "Just as long as you still get your homework done."
"Okay. Thanks, Dad!"
"You and your friend will need to be quiet if you plan to stay up late."
"Okay." You hang up and practically shake with excitement. "They're cool with it." You laugh and cover your face. "If I wake up and this is all just a wet dream, I'm going to lose my fucking mind."
He takes my hand and pulls it from my face, squeezing it. "It's not. Just... take me to your place."
We shower off quickly and get dressed. The walk to my parents' house from school is more of a stiff-legged race; we're both too wound up to just walk, but we don't want to just outright run and show up at my house out of breath.
Thankfully, when we get there, my parents are preoccupied with making dinner. I yell on our way up the stairs to let them know we'll be in my room, and once we're there, time stands still for a moment.
Then, my eyes go wide. "Oh, shit. I, uh. I don't have anything." Your face goes red. "We'll need, like, lube and condoms, right?"
You see a flash of disappointment in his eyes. He looks down, and his shoulders slump. "Oh. Yeah, I guess we should."
You quickly say, "I seriously don't know. Do we not? Is that just for straight couples? I... I have no idea, I just want to do this right."
He sighs, and his shoulders rise and fall. He bites his lip and looks to the side. Then, he lets out a long sigh. "Yeah. Yeah, we probably should."
You cup his cheek in your hand and force him to look at you. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing. Please?"
He looks at you nervously, biting his lip. He sighs, scooching closer to you. "I just... I was sort of hoping we could just... you know."
You furrow your brow. "No. I don't know."
He covers his face with his hands, groaning. After a moment, he says, "I don't want to use them. I want to feel you inside me."
You feel all the blood simultaneously rush to your face and your cock.
"Oh," is all you can say, before you come down from the high. "Okay, yeah. All right."
He grins at you, and you grin back. He leans in to kiss you, and you close your eyes. He tastes like bubble gum, as usual.
You can't wait. You push him down onto your bed and kiss him, hard. He responds in kind, and soon you're grinding up against him. He wraps his arms around your neck, and you can feel his soft skin touching yours.
You nibble on his ear. "We've gotta be quiet so my parents don't find out..." You sit up and start to remove his clothes.
You pull the sweater over his head, and he reaches up to help. His hands graze your skin as you finish taking it off him. You move down to his jeans, unbuckling his pants. As you slide them off, he wiggles his hips to help you. His underwear soon follows, and you pull off his jeans and underwear in one motion.
You look down at his throbbing, erect cock... and it's bigger than you expected.
You lick your lips. "Hey, uh. There's. Something I've always wanted to try."
"What?
You flush and glance away. "The uh. Sixty-nine. Where we... suck each other."
He grins, and the flush spreads to your ears. "Really? You wanna do that? For reals?"
"Yeah. For reals." You crawl forward and begin to take him into your mouth.
You position your groin above his head while you worship his cock with your lips and tongue and suction. You feel him take you into his mouth, and the sensation is almost too much to handle. He works his lips up and down the length of your shaft, and you quickly find yourself lost in the pleasure.
His tongue swirls under the head of your cock, and when he goes down on you, he nearly gags himself. He backs off for a moment, before you feel him go down again. He begins to pick up the pace, going faster and faster, until he reaches a rhythm that has you both moaning in ecstasy.
You try to match his pace, but he's so big that it stretches your lips to their limit. Soon enough, you can feel him tense up, so do you. You try to hold it in, but the bliss is too strong. You cum in his mouth, and he begins to climax in yours. You swallow everything he has to give you, and then some.
He gulps down your seed, and then lets your cock slip from between his lips. He lays back on the bed and smiles at you. "So... now that we got that out of the way, do you think you can fuck me now?"
You shiver. You're still coming down from the post-orgasm bliss, but his words send a twitch straight to your cock. "I-I think so."
He grins, and crawls over you, kissing his way up your chest and neck to your lips. Then we move around so he's the one lying on his back. You sit on your knees, looking down at him. "Do I... Do we do it like this, or are you supposed to be on your hands and knees?"
"Oh, hey, yeah, probably that second one," he says, blushing.
You help him into position until he's on his hands and knees on front of you. You aren't fully hard again yet, and you're pretty confident you can't just shove in him without some prep work. So you slip a finger into his entrance and marvel at how tight and warm he is.
"Is it good?" you ask.
He nods his head rapidly. "Keep going."
So you add another finger, making sure to curl them in search of that spot you saw in the diagrams. When you find it you rub against it and he begins to moan. Soon enough his passage is slick with your spit and you're as hard as you'll ever be.
You spit in your hand and lube up your cock. Then clasping his hand, you whisper, "Ready?"
"Do it."
You do. You slide into him, slowly but surely. When you're finally sheathed in him, you pause to let him accommodate the invasion.
After a moment, he starts to push back against you. "Mmh. Move."
So you do, pulling halfway out before sliding back in. He pushes back against you, so you pick up the pace. The feeling is almost overwhelming. The heat from his insides, the tightness of his entrance and the sound of his moans in your ear almost cause you to lose yourself. You have to force yourself to focus so you don't end things prematurely.
But then you feel him clenching every muscle in his body, including his ass and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. You thrust one last time and stop yourself from screaming with everything you have. Instead you let out a moan that turns into a groan. Your vision whites out as you flood him with your cum. You keep pushing in and out of him until there's nothing left.
You lie down next to him, lacking the energy to move. You're vaguely aware of him cuddling up against your side.
"That was fucking spectacular," he sighs happily.
You smile and wrap your arms around him, "Glad you enjoyed yourself."
"Oh, I did," he replies.
You close your eyes and fall asleep, content in the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.