The First Time

© December 10th 2004 by Crackerwriter

 

This is a story about blossoming love

The usual disclaimers apply:

If you are under the age of 18, or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction, or you find such material offensive, then please leave this story unread NOW.

There is within the story a degree of male-to-male sexual content, but is not intended to encourage or promote such actions. Any similarities to any persons living or dead are highly unlikely.

The story itself doesn’t mention safe sex because it’s a story. However, where our own physical relationships are concerned, it’s much better to play safe these days. Use protection where it’s needed.

 

The First Time.

 

Bob wasn’t really very happy. The worst of it was, he wasn’t sure why. He felt that he was missing just that certain something that he couldn’t put his finger on, no matter how hard he thought about it.

Logically, he should be quite happy; he had a good, relatively secure job in a company in which he was a partner. The business was doing well and he wasn’t short of money by any means. He had a fairly new car; nothing too flash, but smart and quite sporty really. He had bought a flat in a very stylish area of town and it wasn’t a million miles away from his family, who he visited most weekends, usually having Sunday lunch with them. He still got on well with his parents, and at 24 he was the dutiful son, and made sure that they were comfortable and looked after.

During the week he often had friends around, sometimes they’d stay over, especially on a Friday or Saturday night. He was quite an attractive young man, and had had casual relationships with several girlfriends, but none of these had lasted that long, as they seemed unable to cope with the pace of his lifestyle. Often they had terminated in a slightly drunken argument, when some of his other friends had been around after one of their ‘lad’s night out’, when common sense seemed to go out the window. Afterwards of course, there seemed to be recriminations and he hated the knowledge that he had been an idiot to start any such argument. It was just that when they had such parties and outings, it would have been better had he not had a girlfriend around at all to criticise him and deride his inebriated state. After all, his friends were in just a bad state as him, so wasn’t it a little unfair?

Now it was Christmas, and he spent the festive season at his parent’s home, having arranged to meet back up with his friends immediately after Christmas. He enjoyed being with them for Christmas again, and even sleeping in his old bedroom in his old familiar bed. He had slept soundly, and felt refreshed after the few days break.

He returned to his flat on the afternoon of the 28 th. Well now, he thought, he’d better organise some more stuff for his New Year’s Eve party. He went to one of the better supermarkets, and picked up some things that he could put out as side dishes. They weren’t the sorts of things that would go stale in two days. Not this time of year anyway! He picked up a large quantity of various types of drink. He knew pretty much who would be coming and he also knew what they liked to drink mostly, so there would be no problem there. The store would deliver it early evening that day to save him lugging it all upstairs, especially the crates of ale! While he was there he picked up a few other bits and pieces that he’d run short on. He even saw a couple of shirts he liked and also bought a couple of late presents for people he hadn’t managed to catch before Christmas.

He was about to leave, when he rounded the end of one isle, and bumped straight into someone he knew. It was Mark. Mark was the son of the guy who he’d bought his car from, and who later had come to work for him at the business. He was a couple of years younger than Bob, but they got on very well, actually quite famously, and he had often invited him back for some of his parties and ‘dos’. Mark seemed to enjoy his company too and they had become quite firm friends. Like Bob, he didn’t seem to have girlfriends around for very long and they had discussed this once. They had come to the conclusion that they would just enjoy themselves for a couple of years, and worry about settling down with a girl a little later on in life!

Mark for some reason looked a little glum.

“Hello mate, what’s up with you? Not your usual cheery self?”

“I don’t know Bob; I just feel a bit ‘down’ you know?”

“Didn’t you have a good Christmas?”

“Oh yes. I suppose that was all right. All the family down, you know? Bit of a crush really. Had to share my bed even with a young cousin. I mean I know it’s a double bed, but, well you know what I mean, and actually it was a bit embarrassing.”

“Oh? Why was that?”

“Well he’s always had this phobia about sleeping alone and always cuddles up to someone if he can. It was ok at one time, but now he’s fifteen…”

“Oh! You mean…”

“Yes, he got aroused in his sleep.”

“Oh dear. Did he…?”

“Yeah, sort of. Bob, are you busy right now? Or can I come and stay a couple of days? I’m on my own at the moment because today, the rest of the family have gone up to Scotland to celebrate the New Year in with the Campbell half of the family. A right royal binge and piss up that will be! I’ve been thinking all this over and I need to talk to someone I can trust, because I figured it’s bothered me more than I thought it would.”

Bob looked at him. True he was only slightly younger, but he looked somehow very vulnerable at the moment and really did need his company.

“Did you come in your car?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because this time of year, parking is at a premium round my way, and my garage only has room enough for one car!”

“Oh!”

“Look, I’ll follow you back to yours, then you can pick up a few things, and leave your car in the garage out of sight. Then I’ll give you a lift round to mine. How’s that?”

Mark brightened slightly. “Oh yeah, that would be great. I’ll just quickly pack an overnight bag. I won’t need much for a few days will I?”

“No, and you can wash what you do have if you want to. Don’t worry; I’ve got plenty of towels! So don’t bring one!”

Mark laughed. “Right!”

“Actually then, we’d better get some more food that you like I suppose?”

“Oh don’t bother on my account; I’m not a fussy eater at all.”

“Ok, but I better get some more just for quantity! What do you like?”

They spent the next ten minutes picking up extra food which Mark was more inclined to than anything else, and Bob bought a couple of rather nice prime Scotch beef steaks as well as some extra mushrooms and tomatoes. Bob went and paid for the extra goods and checked the delivery time of the rest. They left the store and drove swiftly to Mark’s place, where Mark garaged the car and they went inside. At Mark’s invitation he followed him up to his room. As Mark dived into the bathroom for a moment, he looked around, noticing the unmade bed. He grinned. He wasn’t the only one then!

He was about to turn away when he noticed the damp patch. Then he noticed that around the middle of the bed, there were a lot of whitish stains. Surely it couldn’t be? Making sure that Mark wasn’t about to reappear, he bent over and sniffed the damp patch. Ye gods it was! Definitely the unique scent of sperm he considered. He could even… He scraped a finger across the sheet and a small deposit of semen came away on his finger. He rubbed it between his fingers wondering if it was Mark’s or his younger cousin’s? The thought was mildly erotic, and he realised with surprise that he had got slightly aroused himself.

Hearing movement he hurriedly moved away from the bed and pretended to be studying some photographs hanging on the wall, just in time actually, as Mark walked back in.

“I’ll change before we leave,” he observed, “apart from taking some other stuff.”

“Oh, sure, ok.”

Mark pulled some tracksuit bottoms from the wardrobe, and threw them on the bed. He was turned with his back to Bob as he undid his jeans and slid them off. It gave Bob a great view of his pert butt in silky boxers. What amazed Bob was there was heavy semen staining on the lower backside of them, and in the crack of his arse, and what was even stranger, was that his own arousal got even stronger. He almost felt like reaching out and… He stopped himself. Whatever was he thinking? What the hell would Mark have said if he’d gone ahead and done that, or was Mark actually letting him know… What? He was confused. Mark then threw the jeans on the bed and turning towards him, started to pull on his tracksuit bottoms.

If he’d done it deliberately that way, he couldn’t have done better in displaying a very substantial package and the fact that he too was partially erect. Inside his jeans, Bob realised that he had got very erect as well. Bob’s mind was in turmoil. Should he back out of this? Did he want to? Or was he curious to find out why his body was reacting this way? Well he was curious all right; that was for sure. As luck would have it Mark lost his balance and started to fall in Bob’s direction. Bob caught him and steadied him, pulling him up against him.

“Oopps! Sorry, I should have sat down first I suppose.” As he pulled himself back up, his partial erection moved against Bob’s hand as he steadied him. Bob could swear it throbbed as he felt it. His other hand was on one cheek of his backside. It felt… nice. As though that was meant to be. It was firm, yet compliant. Mark didn’t seem to mind. Bob quickly removed his hand.

“Ok now?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Mark packed the rest of his stuff quickly, and then paused.

“Um, am I invited to stay for New Year’s Eve?” he gave Bob a soul-searching look.

“You want to?”

“Very much.”

“Sure, no problem,” Bob grinned. Maybe he needed someone like Mark around at the moment, but what if…? Did he really mind? It would only be a bit of messing around surely? That wouldn’t matter would it? He’d have to sleep in with Bob anyway – there was only the one bed. Mark knew that, didn’t he? Unless of course that was what he wanted all along. He pictured that butt in the silky boxers and his cock throbbed. Oh god! Oh to hell with it; it didn’t count surely?

They went downstairs and Mark made sure the house was properly secured. As they went out, he turned the alarm on and locked up.

“Can’t be too careful these days,” he grinned. “The garage is linked in too.”

“Very wise. Especially with everyone away, and given the time of year of course…”

“Exactly.”

They walked to Bob’s car and jumped in. Bob drove slowly and carefully, not wishing to attract undue attention from the law this time of year. Not that he was illegal or had been drinking or anything, it was just the nuisance factor. He noticed that Mark was slouched in his seat so that he was showing his body to the best advantage. It was as though he wanted Bob to take notice of him. Perhaps he liked that sort of thing and fancied him? How did he feel about that himself? He’d find out for sure come bedtime, he was certain.

Mark noticed him looking at him and gave a pleasant smile. Had he noticed he’d been looking at his crotch? Bob figured he might just have caught his glance. The next time he glanced down, Mark was looking out the window, but he definitely had a very substantial, though not full, erection. Mark was fairly well endowed he figured. But that was ok; Bob wasn’t too short in that department himself. So was Mark gay? Did it matter? How come he got so aroused at the sight of a gay young man partially dressed? He noticed he was getting aroused at the sight of Mark’s slight erection. Did he like the idea of Mark wanting him? How would it feel sinking his own erection into that pert little bum? He stiffened more. Could it be that’s what he really needed? Did that make him gay? Surely not. Or did it?

Eventually they arrived at Bob’s place and Mark leapt out of the car first so that Bob could garage it. As in most modern buildings, it was a smallish garage, and it wasn’t possible to get both car doors open at once. They hauled the shopping out of the boot, and Mark held the bags while Bob locked the garage and unlocked the communal entrance door.

They went in and up to the first floor flat. Underneath him were the garages, so there was never any disturbing neighbours downstairs. The thermal insulation between the garages and his flat was good too, and the floors were never cold, but usually warm to the touch. It was cold out, but as they walk into the flat, the warmth hit them like a heat wave. They quickly discarded their coats, and put away the shopping.

“Hungry? Do you want to eat soon or later on?”

“Actually I’m quite hungry. I haven’t had much; just a bit of toast for breakfast. They were all gone by nine you see.”

“The younger cousin and all?” Bob said, pointedly.

Mark look at Bob. “Would it be ok if we left our talk until later? Much later like when we can lie in bed in the dark. I think I’m going to blush a lot, and I don’t want you to see that frankly.”

“You knew then that we’d be sharing a bed?”

“Well I didn’t think you’d want me sleeping on your couch. I know you like to look after your furniture and keep it nice.”

“Yes quite. I just wondered if you minded sharing the bed?”

“With you Bob? Heck no! After all we’ve been friends long enough haven’t we?”

‘Long enough for what’ thought Bob. Aloud he said: “So you really don’t mind sharing then? Only sometimes I roll around a bit. And I usually sleep in the nude. I might suddenly cuddle up to you thinking it’s my girlfriend!”

“Ah well, we’ll worry about that if and when it happens Bob! Don’t worry on my account!”

Bob set to and prepared their meal. He’d leave the steaks to marinade overnight so they’d have them tomorrow at their best. They had a bottle of wine with their meal and this made them both more relaxed and in a mellow mood. This meant the deliverymen got tipped quite well when they brought up all the drink for them! Eventually after watching a couple of soap episodes on TV, they decided they’d take a bottle to bed with a couple of glasses and watch TV from there. Mark asked if he could take a shower first and Bob readily offered him the use of whatever he needed. He showed him where the clean towels were and gave him a large bath towel to put on the heated rail.

Quite unexpectedly, Mark then hugged him and thanked him for being such a good friend. His hands held Bob close to him, one quite low and partly on his arse, and Bob could feel both of them starting to get aroused slightly, but made no protest. Mark suddenly let go and made for the shower. And Bob was left wondering what that was all about, but he was left in no doubt that for some reason they both were capable of arousing each other, just by a simple touch.

He decided that he too would take a shower once Mark had finished, since this would allow him to clean himself thoroughly just in case… What? He realised he was clearly thinking that something might happen and wanted to be clean and prepared for it. Oh my god! Was he really gay then? Or at least bisexual maybe? He thought of that glimpse earlier of Mark in those cum stained silk boxers and he got really stiff. So much so in fact, that he stroked his hardness to see how he felt about that. He was even more convinced now that this wasn’t accidental and maybe somehow Mark knew that he’d be responsive to his naked body. The thought of Mark being naked in his arms made his dick twitch and throb really hard.

Ok, for whatever reason, Mark’s body attracted him. He couldn’t believe that for a moment that he had actually admitted that to himself. It seemed quite amazing that he’d never felt this way about another guy at all, and that it had taken this younger male to make him realise that it could happen to him. Admittedly, Mark was really a very attractive guy with the kind of personality that girls loved and with a body to match, if a little on the slim side, without too much muscle. The girls could see he wasn’t lacking in his package either, which to be honest was made all the more obvious by the type of clothes he wore, and to be frank, it was making Bob himself more interested as well.

Hell. He realised where his thoughts had led. Mark’s own sex had interested him as well, not just the though of ploughing his nice pert little arse! He realised that maybe he wanted Mark to do what he might want himself. He lounged on top of the bed waiting for Mark to finish, and slowly stroking himself to make sure he stayed hard. He’d let Mark see he was getting turned on thinking about bedtime too. He looked down at himself and it was totally obvious that he had a really full erection in his pants. He smiled to himself. Two could play at that game, he thought.

When Mark came back from the bathroom, he deliberately kept his eyes on the screen for a moment or two during which he though he heard a small gasp from him. He could feel his dick throbbing in anticipation, knowing it was being studied. It throbbed harder as he heard Mark’s gasp. Then he slid off the bed, throwing a passing comment.

“I put clean sheets on the bed before I left for Christmas and it hasn’t been slept in since, so I might as well take a shower myself. Make sure everything is clean and all that!” He placed his hand on Mark’s shoulder as he passed him, and then let it slide very gently down his back to rest on his arse. “Hmm, you smell nice.” Mark’s jaw had fallen slightly open at his touch, and his eyes partially closed as though enjoying the sensation. Almost casually he just very slightly squeezed one cheek before removing it. “Get in bed whilst I’m showering and turn out the light if you like. It’ll save your blushes then, ok? I can move around in the dark! I know my own place.”

Bob went and showered. He pulled a clean pair of boxers from the airing cupboard. He’d wear them as he walked in the room, but slip out of them just before getting into bed. He was certain now that sex was inevitable. He wasn’t yet certain of his feelings about it with another male, but he knew this particular one interested him. There had never been any other of his friends who had attracted him this way. Maybe Mark was somehow a little effeminate? NO, he hadn’t shown that; just a desire and interest in Bob himself. Under the shower, Bob drew the foreskin completely back on his erection, and made doubly sure he was scrupulously clean there. He loved being given oral sex; would Mark do that he wondered? A further thought then struck him. Could he do it to Mark if he were asked? He thought of the chunky package. Well, if it was part of the deal and he got to put his erection between those sexy firm cheeks… He knew damn well now that he wouldn’t refuse. Somehow he was getting to accept that anything would be ok with Mark. He wanted to explore everything with him that he could possibly do. Maybe it was the need to do this that had been bothering him. Maybe that was what had been missing before.

He finished his shower, having cleaned his back passage too. He had the distinct feeling he’d be losing his virginity of that soon as well. Maybe he’d be doing it willingly. Maybe even wantonly? He chuckled at the though of himself squirming on the receiving end of Mark’s own cock. He realised suddenly, he wasn’t afraid anymore of that happening. It was like a cloud lifting from him. It was just a matter of finding out now. He’d go along with anything Mark wanted to do. Hopefully it would be a good experience for them both.

He towelled himself thoroughly, not wishing to dampen the sheets at all, and then applied a deodorant and a small amount of cologne; just enough to entice, rather than smell strongly of it. He noticed he was still fully erect. If he stood naked by the side of the bed, he realised his silhouette would show it off nicely without having to say a word. He was sure Mark would be watching him in the dark. He smiled as he thought whether there would be another faint gasp! He wasn’t huge, but neither was he small. Mark would certainly know all about his male presence inside him if it got like that, and he usually came quite heavily too, so he wouldn’t disappoint him.

Bob turned out the bathroom light and turned on a night-light in the passageway. He opened the bedroom door and the light was already off. He closed the door and walked round the bed.

“Did you pour the drinks Mark?”

“Yeah, yours is on the side table, Bob.”

“Thanks.” This was it. He stood sideways on, silhouetted against the light from outside on the curtains. Still with a full erection, he removed his boxers. He heard the intake of breath and smiled to himself in the dark. He drew back the covers and got into bed. Even in the intense gloom there was still enough light from the curtains to see that Mark was well over towards the centre of the bed. As he settled, he came firmly into contact with Mark, thigh to thigh, though Mark said nothing. His cock was now so hard it almost ached for release.

“So then Mark, what do you need to get off your chest? Spill the beans mate.”

“I thought you might have kind of figured it?”

“Now Mark, it might be I have the wrong idea, so it would be better if you just started back with telling me about your cousin, yeah?”

“Ok, I guess that’s fair comment. Well can I ask you something first?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Are you homophobic?”

“I should have thought that you would have guessed by now that I’m not.”

“Is it okay me being this close to you?”

“I suppose so.”

“Ok. Well Steven, that’s my cousin, is definitely gay. He stayed about six nights altogether over Christmas and on the second night he cuddled up against me in his sleep. At fifteen his body is pretty mature, and I felt his six-incher pushed hard against the crack of my arse. I thought he was obviously having a wet dream, and then I thought, ‘what should I do?’ I thought, if I wake him, he’s going to be so embarrassed he might not get over it, so I’ll just let him do it; it’s only a bit of sperm after all. So I pulled my boxers down and let him push his dick further and deeper into my crack. That’s when I found out he wasn’t asleep.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, his cock went deeper and deeper into my crack until he was virtually pushing the head of it against my hole. And then Bob, I found out how erotic that could be. I started to get hard. I hadn’t a clue why, other than the knowledge that he was hard, and it was the feel of my body that was urging him on. I got a woody on myself. And I moaned softly. He must have heard me.”

“Was it loud?”

“No, it was just a soft moan, but that was when his hand snaked round my waist and pulled me tighter to him, then started masturbating me.”

“Oh hell!”

“Right at that moment, I would have agreed with you, but it so quickly got to me and turned me on, I was powerless to do anything. Bob in no time at all I felt so randy I would have let him do anything to me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes Bob, I am. And it was so erotic I didn’t stop him when he started to penetrate me. It felt better and better; I couldn’t believe it could feel so good. Bob, I’m blushing so much, I know I am, because I’ve found out I’m a male whore Bob. I let him do it to me every night after that.” Swiftly he rolled onto his side and swung one leg over Bob’s. Their erections crushed together. Bob held the firm little arse and his finger found Mark’s very compliant hole.

They kissed, and suddenly nothing else mattered; nothing was missing and nothing was wrong.

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