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This story is account of a situation I went through as a teenager. I hope you enjoy it.
First Love
by Mykkhal
Prologue
Todd was in my 8th grade class, but I hardly knew him. I was the brainy, nerdy kid, and he was the typical jock. That was not a combination that really had many common boundaries, and I don't think I said more than an occasional hello to him all year long. However, just a few days before school ended, Todd struck up a conversation with me and I was a bit perplexed. I found out that he lived just around the corner from me, and we decided to walk home together. Along the way, a great friendship was started that continued to grow over the next few months This is the story of that friendship.
Chapter 1
"We're going over to see Missy again? Why didn't you tell me that before?" I asked.
"Because if I did, you wouldn't go," Todd answered back.
"Why do you want me there? You told me were just going to hang out." I couldn't help but notice the whine in my voice, and I'm sure that Todd didn't miss it either. He chose to ignore it though, as his mind was elsewhere. Missy was a "friend" of his that really had the hots for him. The last time we were over there, her mother came home just prior to things getting going between the two of them. I, of course, was out in the living room watching television when her mother walked in, and had to stutter and stammer my way through the "Where's Missy?" question. Luckily, Todd and Missy had heard me, and came out from the bedroom quickly, relieving me of that burden. As usual, I had taken the opportunity to check Todd out. I wondered if Missy's mother had noticed the large lump tucked inside his jeans that he was ineffectively trying to keep covered with his hand. He tried to act natural about the gesture, but there was no hiding it from eyes that didn't want to see anything else. At thirteen, I was still trying to figure out the whole sex thing in general, but from the looks of it, Todd was way ahead of me...at least with girls.
I knew that I was attracted to other guys, I had been since I was just a kid. I could remember going to the mall with my mother when I was only 5 or 6 and being thrilled that she let me go into the men's room instead of taking me into the women's restroom with her. I really hated that. I had walked into the restroom, and taken a spot at one of the urinals. A man came up and stood beside me before I even had my pants undone. After I had gotten my little dick out of my shorts, I tried to take an "innocent" look around, and found myself at about eye level with the man's dick. I remember being stunned at the size of it, as it was the first grown-up dick I had seen. Thinking back, as I had done many times since of that situation, I realized that it was just average size...but to my little eyes it was a huge monster, and I wanted to touch it so bad. Of course, I didn't, but I have fantasized many times since that I had. Oh well...memories.
"Mike...are you in there?" I was startled back into the present by his question. I found that I had been lost in that scene from long ago, all triggered by the lump in Todd's pants. "Umm, yeah. I'm here." I spurted out. I was worried that I might have a lump of my own growing in my jeans. Thoughts of Todd and that man at the urinal had really turned me on. Of course, as a teenager there would be know way in the world that I would ever tell anyone about that. I had an image to maintain, or more to the point, I didn't want to get the shit beat out of me.
"Well, what do you think?" he said.
"Umm, I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't paying attention."
"Well, that's obvious. What's going on?" Todd asked.
I tried to think quickly. What could I say? Todd, I think I love you and I want to suck on your cock so bad and I want you to shove it up my ass. I may have felt that way, but there was no way on Earth I would say that. "Well, I guess I'm just not happy about sitting out on the couch waiting for you and Missy to finish messing around."
"Why? You jealous? Or do you want to watch?"
Of course I wanted to watch, but not to see her. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see that huge (well, I assumed huge) boner sticking out in front of him. Of course, if I ever saw it, I'd probably loose control and lunge for it, taking it into my throat before I even realized what I was doing. "Sheesh, of course not. I don't want to watch some hose-beast going down on your dick. That's not my idea of entertainment."
"Sure...whatever. I'd bet big bucks that you'd watch if you could, and bigger bucks if you could do it without anybody else knowing." "No I wouldn't." "You would too, just admit it. I'd watch other people having sex if I could. I'd be all over that." We walked in silence for a few minutes. I could only think of Todd, and I was sure he was thinking of Missy. Missy was 16, and due to some problems early on in Todd's "educational career" he was 15, but in my grade. They had met at the arcade of all places. I doubted Missy, a sophomore, even knew she was dating an 8th grader. Luckily, we were in sight of her house, and the silence ended but didn't return to talk of watching others have sex. Or at least I thought so.
He talked about getting into her pants, what he wanted to do with her breasts, and how he was going to have her suck on his cock, and how he hoped to fuck her. Right before we pressed the doorbell, he whispered to me "After I get her in the bedroom, I'm going to come out to go to the bathroom or some shit like that. I'm not going to shut the door all the way when I go back in. That way you can watch if you want." Then he pressed the doorbell. Almost immediately, Missy opened the door and I wondered if she had heard. I couldn't tell Todd "no way" either, since she had answered so quickly. I turned on the tv to MTV and grabbed my usual spot on the couch.
"Oh great, " I thought, "Hour of Metal, as if this couldn't get worse." I slumped into the couch, hoping to God that it wouldn't take long. About ten minutes later or so, I heard the bedroom door open. My heart began to race. I heard the bathroom door hit against the wall gently and then a second or two later, I heard piss landing into the toilet. I was tempted beyond all belief to walk into the bathroom, since I knew the door was open. I wanted to see his cock so badly. I kept my control though. I heard his stream end, and I imagined his hand around his dick, shaking off the last few drops. I could feel my own cock growing, and I pushed at it with the palm of my hand. I heard a squeak from the bedroom door as it was closing, but no thud.
"Oh my god...he actually did it. He left the door open so that I could watch," I thought. I held out for almost 20 minutes. I couldn't get my mind off the fact that I could walk down the hallway and see Todd, probably naked. I worried that if I waited much longer, I would lose my opportunity. But what if they saw me looking? Missy would tell everyone I was a pervert.
Finally, the urgings of my own cock made the decision for me, regardless of the consequences, I had to see Todd's cock. I walked down the hallway slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I approached the door, I held my breath, not wanting them to hear me breathing. Of course, they were making plenty of noise of their own, and would never have noticed, but I didn't want to take the chance. I crept up to the door and peered through the crack.
Her room was set up so that I could see most of the bed from that crack in the door. What I saw made me gasp. Missy was bent over and Todd was taking her from behind. I had a side view of them for the most part, and Todd was clearly in sight. I could see his naked body pounding away at her, and I watched as his muscles contracted and pulse as he fucked her. He was buried in her deep, and I could only see a bit of his cock as he worked it into her. I wanted to see more of it so badly.
Whether it was my gasp that alerted him to my presence or if he had just been checking for me on a regular basis I don't know, but either way he turned his head and saw me peering through the door. He grinned at me and pounded her a bit harder. Missy was moaning, and I was so jealous. I wanted to be bent over in front of him, it wasn't fair. Then Todd starting taking longer strokes, and I could see more of his cock each time. Missy was chanting "Oh yeah, oh baby" over and over. He looked over at me while he was doing it, and then pulled out of her completely, letting me see his entire cock.
It was beautiful, and very thick. Then he plunged it back into her and I heard his gasp. That was all I could stand. I almost ran to the bathroom and shut the door. I ripped open my pants and freed my dick and started stroking it. The only image in my head was of Todd's thick cock, and I beat frantically at my own meat.
Within just a minute, maybe two, my cock was spurting white cream all over the bathroom counter. I heard a moan escape my own lips, and I wondered if it had been loud enough for them to hear. After I took a moment to enjoy the release of tension, I stuffed my dick back into my jeans and used some toilet paper to wipe down the counter and clean up my cum. I dropped the sticky tissue into the toilet and flushed it. I was wondering if there would be any smell from it, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I returned to the living room and took my seat on the sofa. About 10 minutes later, Missy and Todd emerged from the bedroom. Missy looked a little embarrassed, but I think that was just from my being there, not because she had seen me at the door. Todd on the other hand was grinning like mad, and I knew that my peeping was part of that grin. He had me and he knew it.
Chapter 2
"Come on, just get drunk with me. It's not a big deal."
"Todd, you know I've never had alcohol before. I don't want to."
"Come on, it'll just be you and me. I'll take care of everything. Everything will be cool."
"Todd, I told you no."
"Well, just come over tonight and we'll just watch movies and shit."
"Okay, but just movies. No alcohol."
I met Todd at his house that night. It was around 7:30 or so when I came over and I talked to his mom for a few minutes because he was in the shower. His mom told me that he had been working out and smelled awful and that she had made him go take a shower. Of course, there was no place I'd rather be than in the shower with him, but I knew that would never happen. His mother continued to make small talk, and I just said an occasional "yeah" or "cool" or whatever.
Then I noticed she seemed to be getting ready to go somewhere. She had shoved a few things in her purse and was getting up to leave. She said "Well, you two keep out of trouble tonight, I'm headed out to the reservation to play bingo. Tell Todd I'll be home around 2 or so."
My first thoughts were a little panicked, as I had told my mother that Todd's mother would be around tonight. I had just assumed she would be. There was no way my mother would have let me come over otherwise. Then I thought about it for a minute, and the thought of spending an entire evening alone with Todd wasn't such a bad idea.
Todd came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I felt my dick surge in my pants. I passed along his mother's message and Todd said "Cool, I was hoping she would go to bingo tonight! That leaves us here to party!"
His mother had left him some money on the counter to order pizza for us. We ordered the pizza and watched a movie on their Beta. We didn't even have a VCR at my house, so I thought the whole thing was pretty cool. The movie was "Spring Break" and involved two guys going to Ft. Lauderdale and having some wild times. The pizza arrived and we devoured it, and when the movie was over, Todd got up and walked into the kitchen. He returned a few seconds later holding two cans of beer.
"Todd, I told you I wasn't going to drink anything."
"Come on, Mike. If you don't, I'll tell everyone about you peeping on Missy and me."
"You wouldn't."
"Wanna bet?"
"Fuck, give me the damn beer then."
Todd handed me the beer, and I opened it. I watched him drink some and then tried some myself. It tasted horrible. I thought it tasted like how piss must taste. "This is awful!" I choked out.
"Well, if you want, we can hit the hard stuff in the liquor cabinet. My mom will never know it's missing. Hey, you'd probably like Peppermint Schnapps, I'll get you some."
Just a few minutes later, there were two shots of hard liquor sitting in front of us. Todd wanted us both to drink the shots at the same time. I held my breath, and took the shot. It felt like fire going down my throat and I thought I was going to puke. But then, I started to taste the peppermint, and it wasn't as bad. I was pretty much done in at that point. Several shots later, we moved up to Jack Daniel's. I was already feeling the effects, and the Jack Daniel's just sort of pushed me over. I was drunk, flat out drunk. Todd was in about the same position. We were laughing and giggling and having a great time. Then, Todd started talking about how horny he was.
"Fuck, I'm horny! Let's invite some chicks over."
How on Earth he planned to get any girls over to his house at 10pm on a Saturday night was beyond me, and I didn't really care about the girls anyway. I only wanted Todd. "God, I got to get some," Todd kept saying, over and over.
Around midnight or so, Todd was pretty much passed out. He had continued drinking after I had stopped, saying I would puke if I had more. The truth was that I wanted to keep a few of my wits about me in case an opportunity arose. I wanted to be able to take the opportunity, and not make an ass of myself. Of course, I had very little wits left at this point, but I was trying to hold it together. He had stripped down to just his jeans and socks awhile back. I hadn't complained. I loved looking at his chest. He was big and full-chested already for only being 15. He was going to be a linebacker on the football team in high school, and he had the physique to prove it. He was just beautiful.
Looking at the time, I decided I didn't have much time left before his mother came home. Todd had said he would handle everything, but of course, it fell to me. I put away all of the liquor and tried to make it look like we hadn't been into it. I cleaned up the kitchen and the living room, and it all looked pretty presentable when I was done. The only thing left was Todd. I tried to wake him up, but he was out cold. I couldn't leave him there, because it was now almost 1am and his mother would be home soon. It wouldn't be a good thing for her to come home and find her son passed out on the sofa.
I decided to drag him back to his bedroom. He was way too big to try and lift, so dragging was the best I could do. Halfway down the hallway, he woke up a little bit and got to his feet. He had to lean on me to walk though, which I didn't mind a bit. My arm was hooked around his waist, his arm around my shoulders. It was like a little piece of heaven. Eventually we made it to his room, and he collapsed down on his bed. He became a little talkative then, again talking about how horny he was. Then things got a little more interesting.
"Help me take my socks off, I can't bend over."
At first, I thought I had imagined it. Was my dream guy actually asking me to help him undress? To confirm it, Todd raised his leg and put his foot on me, which happened to land right on my crotch. I gasped a bit, but Todd was staring up at a poster above his bed. I couldn't tell if the placement of his foot was accidental or deliberate. I took his sock off though, and then grabbed his other foot and put it in the exact same spot, my crotch. I then took that sock off as well. I took a moment to admire his feet, so large and strong. I wanted to run my tongue along his toes and suck on them.
"Hey? Do you know that if you look at this poster of David Lee Roth you can see some of his butt? His chaps don't cover everything."
I had to admit I was a little shocked at this revelation from Todd. Not because I had any interest in David Lee Roth at all, but just because I was amazed he had even looked hard enough to find the guy's butt. I felt a flicker of hope.
"Did I tell you about how David stripped off all his clothes when he was in concert. The girls were going fucking wild over him running around naked on stage. It was awesome." I began to wonder if Todd hadn't been going a little wild himself during that concert.
"Well, just like David Lee Roth, it is time for you to take it all off." The words had come out of my mouth, but had I really said that? No, I couldn't have. Shit...I was in trouble now.
"You're gonna have to help me. I can't do shit right now."
I could feel my cock growing in my pants, and I had to shift around a bit so that it didn't hurt so much. I watched Todd reach down and unbutton his 501's and then heard him say, "That's as much as I can do."
I realized that I was still holding his foot at my crotch, and I dropped it to grab at his jeans to pull them down. I couldn't believe this was happening. "You'll have to lift your ass, or I'll never get these off," I said. He complied, and seconds later I was starting at his white briefs, examining every detail, noticing how well the outlines of his cock and balls showed through the fabric. I didn't know what to do next.
"Turn the fucking light off, man," I heard him say. "It's too bright." I walked up to the front of his bed and reached to turn off the light. "I see you got a boner yourself. You must be just as horny as I am. Too bad there aren't any chicks around."
"Yeah, too bad," I replied. I switched off the light and stood their frozen, wondering what I should do next. It certainly seemed like he was coming onto me, but was he? Was I just imagining it all? What if I did something and he freaked out? He'd tell everyone I was a faggot and probably beat the shit out of me daily. I chickened out and just laid down next to him on the floor. That was my spot to sleep in for the night. A pillow and a blanket and a hard floor. Not the best way to appease an angry dick, especially when it so badly wanted the guy laying just a foot or two away.
Only five minutes or so had passed when I heard light snores coming from Todd. I was still wired, and my dick was raging. I decided to see just how asleep he was. "Todd? Can you hear me?"
No response. I sat up next to the bed and saw him laying on his side, facing away from me. I bumped his arm. No response. I shook his arm and said "Todd, are you awake?" No response. I decided to take the opportunity and I reached down and gently put my hand on his ass. No response. I squeezed it gently, holding my breath, hoping to God he wouldn't wake up and beat me to a bloody pulp. I squeezed it a little harder, and then let my hand wander around a little, eventually tracing the inside of his briefs. I decided to go for it and slid my hand down his briefs and cupped his bare ass. My dick was so hard now that I thought it was going to explode. I unbuttoned my own jeans and freed my cock. I knew that if he woke up now, there'd be no hiding what was going on. My hand inside my briefs and my hard cock would give him more than just a hint of what I had been doing.
Fortunately, he continued to snore away. I pulled my hand out from his briefs, and let them slide up to his side and across to his stomach. I didn't realize what I was doing when I did it, but that is a rather sensitive spot to someone who is ticklish. He stirred and I froze, not knowing what to do except pull my hand away. I got lucky and all he did was change positions, laying on his back now.
I sat looking at him, his glorious body in the barest of moonlight. I knew there was no going back now. My eyes were glued to his briefs and the lump nestled within the fabric. I reached out and just with a finger I traced the bulge inside his briefs. I was so excited that I thought I would cum any second, with no help from my hand. I then grew bolder, and used to fingers, and then finally cupped his bulge in my hand. Well, part of it anyway, it was more than a handful. I took a deep, silent breath, and lifted my hand and slid my fingers underneath the waistband.
I could feel his pubic hair brushing across my fingers. I went a little lower and came into contact with his cock, softly lying there. I ran my fingers along it, pushing my hand deeper into his briefs. I had to see it to, and without another thought, I pulled back his underwear, exposing his cock and balls to me. I ran my fingers along it, and realized that it was expanding in front of me. Todd was getting a hard-on from my ministrations. I rubbed a little harder and watched it grow until it was fully hard. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it very gently. I stopped for a brief second to see if he was awake, but I heard his light snores, and began to stroke him a little harder.
A drop of liquid came out the top and before I realized what I was doing, I had taken the head of his shaft into my mouth. I was shocked by what I had done. Everything was shocking actually, but to take a guys dick in my mouth was more than I ever thought possible, especially to have it be Todd's dick. I tasted the liquid and I knew I wanted more. I wanted to taste his cum. I licked on the head of his cock, and then sucked on it, going a little deeper each time. I was able to take the whole thing in my mouth, which excited me beyond belief. Todd had a pretty sizable dick, bigger than my own. I suppose it was about an inch or so longer than mine, so that would make it about 7 inches, and it was very thick. It felt like a log moving in and out of my mouth. I rubbed his balls while I sucked on his dick, and I felt like I could do that for the rest of my life.
My own dick was throbbing in front of me, waiting to shoot. I decided to take another risk, and put Todd's sleeping hand onto my dick. I just wanted to know how his hand would feel on my cock, and it felt wonderful. With my hand and my mouth, I began to jack off Todd, and with my other hand I guided Paul's hand on my own cock. Then the next surprise came. Todd's hand suddenly gripped my cock and started pumping it on his own. I froze, I thought he had woken up. But didn't his stroking of my cock mean he was interested? In the ensuing silence, I continued to hear him snore, just with deeper breaths. I also noticed that when my sucking stopped, so did his hand's action on my cock. I took his cock into my mouth again and began to suck on it, my hand just below my mouth, stroking him as I sucked. His hand started moving along my cock again. I figured out that he was dreaming he was jacking off or something, and my movement on his cock made his hand move at the same rhythm. (Okay, so I was a little naïve).
His hand moving on my cock was unbelievable and I shot my load out onto his bed sheets and moments later I felt him swelling in my mouth, and then a warm liquid pulsing into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He was cumming in my mouth! It was incredible! I loved the taste, loved that I was getting what I had always wanted. I couldn't swallow it all fast enough though, and some dripped down his cock. After I had sucked out all the remaining cum from his shaft, I thoroughly licked him clean and then used a sock from his dirty clothes hamper to wipe my cum off the bedsheets. I tucked his cock back into his briefs after giving it a good buy kiss, and laid down next to him on the floor, and fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Chapter 3
I woke up to light streaming in through the window. I blinked my eyes a few times to get used to the light and then woke up to find Todd still asleep. I took another look at his beautiful body and remembered what had happened the night before. Then I took off to the bathroom quickly. I had to brush my teeth. I didn't want him to smell any cum on my breath. When I returned he was awake and stretching, and got up to head to the shower. I got dressed and waited for him to return. When he came back he asked me if I wanted to head to the mall. His mom was planning on going today, and we could "cruise with". I agreed and went home to take a shower myself.
After a trip around the mall, with Todd ogling every girl that walked by, we returned back to his house. His mom headed out to do some grocery shopping, leaving Todd and I home alone again. He was lying on the couch and I was in the reclining chair.
"Damn, I'm tired. All that alcohol last night really got to me. Mind if I take a nap?" Todd questioned.
"No, go ahead. I might do the same", I lied.
I was just waiting for an opportunity to repeat last night's activities. I settled into the chair and got comfortable. I only had to wait a short time before I heard the light snoring coming from him. I sat up, and looked over to see him lying face up on the couch, arm across his face. But what really caught my attention was the hard on showing through his jeans.
I walked over to him and began to stroke it through his jeans. I think the previous night's activities caused me to grow a little more confident. I opened his top button and pulled down his jeans and briefs a little and his dick came out, the head cresting the material of his jeans. My lips were around it in a second, my tongue tracing the slit, searching for more cum. I freed up another few buttons to allow me more access to his cock and proceeded to give him yet another blow job. I couldn't believe my good fortune.
Unfortunately, it wasn't all good fortune. I heard a car door slam in the driveway. "Oh shit, it's your Mom!" I shoved his dick down into his briefs, probably with less gentleness than I should have used and buttoned them up quickly. Todd was still "asleep". After I was finished, I dove back for my chair, bending one leg up to hide the swelling in my groin. I looked over to see Todd roll over, facing the wall just as his mother walked in.
"I forgot the God-damn checkbook," she said. "Todd, get your lazy ass up and mow the lawn. Todd? You hear me? I know you aren't asleep. Get the hell up."
Todd then "woke" up and asked his mother what she wanted. I realized this was all a game, though I should have realized it before. Todd hadn't been asleep either time. This was his way of getting some action with me, but not having to be a "willing" participant. I spent the night at Todd's house often over the next few weeks, or he spent it over at mine. Each time, Todd would "fall asleep" before I did, and then I would blow him, occasionally getting a hand job in return. Then one night, I decided to take it a little farther. He had fallen asleep on my bed, and I was getting ready to start sucking. On an impulse, I decided to put on his football jersey. I thought it was kind of bizarre that here I had one of the studs of the football team in my bed, and I was about to blow him.
Wearing his jersey and nothing else, I climbed into bed with him. After leisurely sucking on his cock for awhile, I decided that I wanted to try more. I lifted my head off his dick, and moved instead to his lips. I gently pressed mine against his, and felt him respond. I was in heaven. I slowly added my tongue to it, and felt his mouth open and respond with his own tongue. It was incredible. Somehow this was even better than getting a blow job from him. It felt more personal, deeper than anything I had felt before. I knew I was in love.
Of course, when you are in love, you sometimes push limits you would normally not push. I broke off the kiss and straddled his chest. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I thought "Why the hell not?" I grabbed a hold of my cock and rubbed it back and forth across his lips. His lips parted, and suddenly I was in his mouth, the most incredible feeling I've ever felt in my life. I bucked my hips, driving my cock in and out of his mouth. I was going a little too deep though, because I heard him gag and I pulled back and slid down a little bit. I was nervous that I had pushed things too far. "Only you" I heard him whisper. At that moment, I knew that not only did I love him, but he loved me also.
I decided to slide down a little more so that I could kiss him, but when I did though, I felt another new sensation. I felt his cock pushing against my ass. It felt like I was on fire where his dick was touching me. I swung my ass around a little bit, and felt him slide into the crack, his head lodged right up against my hole. I was quivering. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart and tried to guide him in. I felt his cock pushing, demanding entrance. Having never done it before, I wasn't sure of what to do. I felt Todd's hands on my hips, pushing me down onto his cock. In desperation, I reached behind myself, grabbed his cock, and tried to sit on it.
Suddenly, and with terrible pain, I felt the head of his cock slide into me. I felt like screaming, but couldn't. I heard Todd grunt with satisfaction, all the while pushing me down farther. I had to stop him though, the pain was unbelievable. I was torn between an overwhelming desire to pull it out of me, and another desire to stick it in farther. Meanwhile, Todd was gently bucking his hips up, slowing pushing it in and out of me, just a tiny bit of movement. I felt some wetness on my ass, and wondered how he had been able to produce that much pre-cum. Or was it blood? Hell, as much as I was hurting, I didn't know. However, it did seem to help things, and he was working his way deeper and deeper into my ass.
The pain and pleasure I was feeling was incredible. I felt like I was on fire and I wanted to feel him buried completely within me, so I sat down on it, and felt more pain as he slid into me completely. I heard him groan, and he began to buck harder. Every stroke was full of pain and pleasure for me, and my cock was rigid. I stroked it with one of my hands, while I steadied myself with the other. I felt Todd abandon himself to it, assaulting my ass. Then I heard him groan and tense up, and I knew he was cumming inside of me, though I was in too much pain to feel it. Then he relaxed, and I felt a rather comfortable feeling. I felt full with him inside me, complete.
When he was moving, it was just so painful I didn't realize it. With him still and softening inside me, I stroked my own cock, enjoying the sensation of having another person inside of me. I felt the tightening within my nuts, and seconds later my cum was spurting out onto Todd's chest. I pulled off of him, wincing as his cock slid out of me. I took a painful walk to the bathroom in my robe, and got some washcloths to clean us up. While there, I tried to take a peek at my own throbbing asshole and noticed a little blood trickling down my leg. Apparently he had torn a little of my rectum with that thick cock of his, it was too much for a virgin hole.
It didn't really bother me though. It actually made me feel like there was a physical sign to show that I had given him my virginity. I wiped off the blood and returned to the bedroom. I then cleaned up Todd, while he continued to sleep on.
Chapter 4
The next day, I was sore as hell, but happy. My asshole felt stretched, and in some strange way, it felt like I still had his dick up in me. I just felt full down there. Todd returned home in the morning, and I didn't seem him again until the next day. Unfortunately, when I saw him, I broke the rules. I met him at his house and as soon as we were in his room, I pretty much jumped him and gave him a hug and tried to kiss him. He pushed me off him and yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"
"You don't have to pretend anymore," I said. "It's okay. No one will know, and you can have me any time you want."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he almost screamed "Have you? What the fuck do you mean? Are you a faggot or something?"
"Todd, what are you saying? Why are you doing this?"
"Mike, I think you should get the hell out of here, right now."
I lost my best friend that day, and my first love. People wondered why we weren't friends anymore, but neither of us would say anything. I wonder where he is sometimes, even though over 10 years have passed since then. And though he hurt me deeply, I know it was just more than he could handle, and I still hold a place for him in my heart.
The End