Going downstairs at my family's house, I woke up fairly groggy, thanks to the booze and weed. Still nude I did put my underwear on, and smelled yes it was that. Coffee and cinnamon toast. James was still here after last night. We hugged and he handed me a cup of Maxwell House. I got some milk out, and sugar along with some aspirins. "This cinnamon toast is really good James, thank you." It was a nice feeling to have a friend, kind enough to make breakfast. Yet inside I was still stunned by the fact, that now I had kissed another male, and also had several intense sex sessions. So strange to think we fell asleep naked last night too. A lot was changing, as he sat on the opposite side of the table. He wore underwear and a t shirt. Smiling he caused me to as well, as I was liking what we were doing. Ever since he had transferred from that other San Marcos county high school, I had been happier in school, along with our cross country practices and events. Plus we had a judgement free zone or bubble going. I felt comfortable with him, despite his previous gay relationships and experiences. Growing up as a boy I knew I liked males. Long before the VHS tapes and magazines too. Sure I was pretending the male porno star was me, getting a blowjob from a guy, or that ass was a males, as I shot loads of cum everywhere. Last night James asked me about furthering our sexual experiences, but was so supportive, when I kind of freaked. It started off when he asked me, "want me to suck you off, or when do you want to fuck me?" I got soft and just kind of shut down. He caught this and immediately apologized. Later on we grinded together and he reminded me, "only if you want to and are ready." It was a lot to consider, and I didn't want to disappoint him, I just wasn't sure yet. He was so kind which I was glad for, but deep down I'd worry he'd leave me if I didn't step things up.
We were spending a lot of time together, and I now realize I was falling in love with him. Our conversations were high end intellectual, and we just had the chemistry that so many yearned for. He had originally grown up in Washington DC, before moving out west with his parents. There was no distinctive accent, but he moved faster than everyone I knew, and in my gut I knew he needed a lover who would sexually satisfy him. Not exactly sure how, yet it was obvious he wanted to kick things up a level or two. Yet I pushed this back of my mind, and inquired about his DC experience. He had it good living in the exclusive neighborhood of Georgetown, that was at the west side of the nations capital. I was fascinated by his growing up on the east coast, and was rapt with attention, as he talked about presidential and other motorcades he witnessed. Yet the nations capital wasn't all it was cracked up to be. That drug was creating chaos and violence.
Here out in Cali he acknowledged "far more relaxing." Also as we sat on the couch, my initial tenseness about trying new things, he was easing off of it. Yet I did say "I'd like to kiss you again." It just came out without thought, and our lips locked up. I liked it and he definitely was far more experienced, and we both were hard. Yet I backed down again. I pulled back. His body language and eyes indicated "it's ok." This was a lot more intense than I initially had imagined. Finally we talked about our running experiences. Our long distance runs we're getting us prepared for track season, which both of us were more into. His quick 100 yard dashes and my mile events, that's where the excitement was. There aren't really track and cross country runners, as you're one or the other, despite participating in both at the high school level. We smoked some more weed, and laying on his family room couch wearing nothing, I noticed James eyeing my private parts. For some reason I just asked him, "can we talk about your sex experiences with George?" They had been lovers or more like fuck buddies, as he had burst James's cherry.
James was very open. His body language alone as he munched on pretzels. That crunchy sound, he told me about his first time getting a blowjob. It had started without warning as George basically had thrown him on the couch, took his shorts off, before James entered a zone he had a difficult time explaining. It sounded good though, as he said the warmth and wetness, caused him to orgasm in George's mouth. Later that night he gave his first one, but George agreed to warn him when he'd cum. It only took a few minutes, but George explained to keep his tongue between his teeth below, and lips as a seal above. Up and down he gently glided on George's average sized penis, and said it was a salty, musky taste. I was fascinated by how the precum came up, and James said this time he spit it out on George's crotch. Then a little while longer, George screamed "I'm cumming!" James watched in fascination as he jerked off, and sure enough his thick white blobs of sperm had flown out really fast. This was all new to me, as while I had dreamed about giving head and anal, I felt a degree of embarrassment and humiliation. Yes deep down I knew I was gay, and with mutual handjobs and minor kissing with James, was feeling more comfortable. More confident also.
"How did the sex go James?" He blushed and his green eyes seemed to dance. Yet he kind of, moved his hands around easily. Kind of minaret like. I just smiled at him reassuring, letting him know that my curiosity was open minded, and I think he wanted me to be honest. Yet we would get down that chapter as needed. George had showed him what fingering was about, and after James started to like this, he said "the first time hurt, as did the second." Yet with each event "it got better," and soon they were regular sex partners. Lots of lube was apparently important, and I didn't know where to get that from. I admitted this and James giggled playfully. Here we were two runners and friends. It was so relieving to be honest about this subject, along with no pressure. Yet he told me that he liked being pumped by his former lover. He said the best feeling was the beginning as getting full was "mind blowing," and when George orgasmed inside of him. Apparently he would also cum too, although sometimes George had to blow or jerk him off. I was getting worked up again, as was James, with soon our penises up against each other's. Finally kissed him and his nipples. He did love this, and it was a big step in the adventure of our male sexuality.
"Can I suck your balls Terry?" As he touched my testicles I couldn't resist. Putting my feet up in the air made it an obvious yes, and the warmth of his mouth was a feeling I had never experienced before. No one has ever done this and here was my friend taking them into his mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, as waves of pleasure went throughout me. As he licked and sucked on my big balls, he jerked my shaft off. This was amazing and I couldn't hold it any longer. This whole curtain of shame was dissolving fast, as I was in another new world of higher than expected pleasure. Watching his eyes and lips, I got super amped, with cum exploding everywhere. Oh yes this was the best thing to happen to me. I got his pretty penis off with my fingers, and we showered together, before putting our clothes back on. It was tied to his family's imminent return, and we kissed and hugged a bit.
To be continued