Just This Once By Storyguy22
Not usually one to "kiss and tell" this is one of my rare ventures down memory lane wherein I recount a true event from my life. Please enjoy the retelling of it as I enjoyed the actual event way back then.
It was late summer of the year I would soon turn 16 years of age. I was on my final evening of a two week visit I had very much enjoyed at my Uncle and Aunts place on the coast of Oregon. Brian, my 17 year old cousin had been an excellent host during my visit, far more so than I had ever anticipated, and he had graciously included me in on all of his social activities while I had been there. He had also allowed me to share his private space by opening his bedroom to me, and the truth was that I had secretly developed a bit of a crush on him during my visit.
In part I suppose it could be attributed to his being older and definitely much more a man of the world socially than I could ever be, and his easy going and gregarious manner was easy to envy for a younger boy who had always been a bit on the shy side. In addition to the winning personality he displayed so effortlessly, he was a serious hunk in the physical sense, and while I had been exceedingly careful to mask my secret lust for him, I did allow myself to revel in those opportunities that a shared bedroom provides by rarely missing any chance to see his well built body naked, or nearly so. Like most any 15 year old, my hormones were in full rage and it was the rare moment indeed that sex didn't occupy first position in my thoughts, the difference from the typical boy, I suppose, lay in the fact that the predominance of my lustful thinking was centered on other boys rather than girls. Had I thought for one minute that Brian would have been even a little bit amiable to my sexual advances it might truly have been a memorable visit, but I was dead certain that he would not only have rejected any such overture in utter disgust, he most likely would also have kicked my young ass, cousin or not. Sigh.
I was somewhat confused and even a bit frightened by my sexual leanings myself, and while I couldn't really put a point on exactly when or why these dark desires had crept into my persona, I had come to accept the situation for what it was. I had first become aware of my same sex attraction when I entered the 8th grade and experienced gym class and competitive intramural baseball, each of which called for shared showers with classmates and teammates. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was very excited by seeing all those naked boys and having them see me naked as well, and it was a short leap from shared nakedness to a myriad of naughty thoughts regarding just what fun things a couple of naked boys, or a group of same, might get up to. These highly stimulating ideas and thoughts quickly morphed into a deep desire to actually experiment along those lines, and an admittedly overdone exposure to those kinds of acts being portrayed on the numerous gay internet sites I had begun to frequent only added high octane fuel to already raging fire. As a result, inevitable I suppose, I had on a small number of occasions allowed myself to indulge in some behind closed doors, or deep in the woods dalliances with some likeminded boys back home, and the effect of those experiences had pretty much cemented the realization that I was a gay boy, albeit a closeted one, or so I thought.
On this final evening of my family visit Brian had been gracious as usual and included tag-along me in his plans to attend a house party being hosted by one of his friends that was certain to be well attended by a large gathering of his 17 and 18 year old friends. I, of course, was delighted with the anticipation of an evening of hanging out in close proximity to all these studs as they got their party thing on, and as much as I secretly would have given it up to most any one of them, I had no real illusions of that happening. I had intended to be ultra-cool at the party and try not to embarrass Brian for dragging along his kid-cousin, which I suppose is why what evolved at the party was a real surprise, to say the least.
Brian and I had arrived fashionably late, probably around 8:00 pm or so, and after making the rounds to greet everybody, he and I kind of went our own way. An hour or so later I found myself wearing down on the raucously loud music and the loud voices that failed to compete with the music, and I wandered out to the back yard where I sat down on a rock wall that surrounded the sparkling swimming pool. I sipped on a Pepsi and enjoyed the balmy fresh air, and I was actually slightly startled when I sensed someone sitting down along side me. I turned to face the intruder, and found myself staring at an exceedingly handsome guy of around 18 or so. He smiled warmly, and offered me his hand as he said,
"Hi...Robby, right?"
I took his hand and shook it, enjoying the sensation of strength he put into his greeting, and I nodded my head as I replied,
"That's me...and I remember meeting you, too...but not your name...I'm sorry...guess I've met too many people the last couple weeks."
He chuckled, still holding onto my hand as he looked deeply into my eyes and told me,
"I'm Doug, and don't sweat not remembering...I'm actually flattered that you remember me at all...we only met once, and then only a few minutes in a crowd..some party they have going on here...very cool, but also very loud...inside anyway."
I laughed in agreement, and said,
"Definitely loud...finally drove me out here for a break."
He let go of my hand then, and I instantly missed it, and he went on to say,
"Yea, me too...can handle only so much of that noise level...crap, I must be getting old!"
We laughed about that comment, and then made small talk about how my visit had gone, where Brian had taken me around town, and how I liked the area but wished we had spent more time on the beach given that my town was away from the ocean so being near it was a real treat for me. Doug acknowledged that, and then talked some about himself, his experiences as a college freshman over the past semester, his unsettled plans for the future, a variety of typical small talk. Doug was really easy to be with, and I had quickly relaxed in his presence, and I'm still not really sure if I had let some comment slip as we talked, or if there actually is some truth to the oft rumored "gaydar," but he genuinely surprised me when he calmly inquired, as if he were asking me the time,
"So, Robby...you're headed into your junior year of high school...an upper classman at last...be driving soon, and all that...nice...so how is the social scene at your school...?...any serious boyfriend, or anything like that?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks go all warm as I searched my brain for some tidbit I had inadvertently dropped to belie my secret, but nothing came to mind. Turning to face Doug I knew I was blushing furiously, and he smiled and winked at me as he held up a hand to quiet me, and said,
"Don't panic, Robby...it's all good...I'm just unusually adept at recognizing guys like us...and, your secret is safe with me, promise, if mine is safe with you...none of these people here have a clue I'm gay...a dude has to pick and choose about that information."
I let all that sink in, and then I just nodded dumbly, and answered,
"I won't say a word, Doug, honest...and no, it's all pretty much new for me, you know, so no boyfriends...well, a couple dudes I got into a little bit with, but nothing serious...not yet, anyway."
He smiled, and reached out to rub my shoulder as he told me,
"Got you, Dude...been there, done that, and remember it well, too...don't worry about it...it'll all happen for you soon enough...kinda sucks though I know...all that horniness!"
I giggled and nodded, relaxing again as we continued our light banter and I loved the warm fuzzies his touching me was providing, and after a while he kind of leaned close to me, close enough that I smelled his great scent and became very aware of his warm breath near my ear when he said softly,
"Hey Robby, you said you didn't see enough ocean, and I'm guessing not any of it at night...you want to off this pop-stand and take a ride to the beach with me...?...I'll tell Brian that I'm bringing you home later?"
My heart pounded in my chest, my brain spinning as I digested the thought that this hunky dude was actually hitting on me, and I was kind of torn between wanting in a big way to yell out YES, I want to go anywhere at all with you, and the sudden fear that if I did say yes, and something actually developed between us would I measure up to his experience, and his size, for crying out loud! I mean I was just 15 to his 18 or 19...and while I wasn't ashamed of my stiff five inches, I was still growing after all, and he might think...oh, fuck it you freaking sissy...jump on this...say yes, and quick! I looked at Doug, still blushing, and nodded my head as I mumbled,
"That sounds really awesome, Doug...yes, I'd love going to the beach with you!"
Leaning closer still, he quickly licked my earlobe, and told me to sit tight while he went to tell Brian what was up. I did as told, my dick and balls tingling inside my undies as my stomach churned full of butterflies in anticipation of what was going to happen. Doug was back in a flash and reached for my hand as I stood up and followed him through the side yard to a gate and then out to his truck. We climbed in, and after spending a moment just gazing at each other, he fired up and drove off into the night. Our chatter resumed as we drove, but there was now a palpable sexual tension between us though neither of us had yet really taken it there in any real way. God, I thought suddenly, what if I m reading all this wrong, and Doug is just being kind enough to show me the ocean at night without any thought of us being sexual in any way...shit...I'll look like a real jerk if I assume he wants what I want, and he isn't even thinking that way! Almost as if he were reading my mind, Doug settled my fears simply by reaching across the seat and placing a firm hand on my thigh and squeezing gently as he said softly,
"You're alright with this, Robby...right?"
Shuddering from his touch, I simply placed my hand on his, and told him, my voice quivering slightly,
"Very alright, Doug...totally!"
He smiled, and let his hand linger on my inner thigh a bit longer before returning his full attention to his driving. When he removed his hand I felt like something was definitely missing all of a sudden and I allowed myself to wonder how incredible it would feel to have his hands on me everywhere. The vivid thoughts that produced quickly generated a rigid erection in my cargo shorts which would be painfully obvious to Doug should he look my way, but I didn't care one bit, and actually kind of hoped he would notice, and bring that hand back to grope me for real. That sadly didn't happen as Doug continued to concentrate on driving. I was sorely tempted to slide closer to him on the trucks bench style seat, but my nervousness and inherent shyness kept me rooted to my seat as my vivid imagination continued to run rehearsals of the events I prayed would eventually play out. I was flat sick of my lack of any real experience with a guy who knew what he was doing, and with this being my last evening in town I didn't want to waste this opportunity.
Doug slowed then, and executed a left turn away from the main road we had been traveling and onto a much smaller and less traveled road. I could smell the ocean, and as he turned once more onto an even more narrow road I caught a glimpse of the rolling surf as the headlights flashed onto the crashing waves. He made a couple of other turns, and then rolled to a stop on a low rise that overlooked the beach, and as he shut down the truck I glanced around, seeing nothing but isolation. He sat back, and gave me a smile as he said,
"Here we are, Robby, and welcome to my favorite nighttime hideout...I come out here sometimes to get my head right when life gets heavy...it's a great view, and very quiet, I have never actually seen anyone else around here at night."
I took a moment to admire the view, and the scents and sounds of the roiling ocean as it crashed onto the sand in front of us, and then I gave Doug what I hoped was an alluring smile as I told how cool I thought the spot was. We were quiet for a bit, and then Doug moved closer to me, and again placed his hand on my upper leg. I gazed at him, certain I was wearing an expression of pure lust, and he spoke softly as he said,
"You are a really good looking boy, Robby, I thought that the first time I met you, and then again tonight when I was checking you at back at the party."
I could feel my face flush warmly, and my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he would hear it, and I muttered,
"Thanks, Doug...I think the same of you, actually, and I think it's definitely cool that you were checking me out."
His hand moved lightly on my thigh, and my rock hard cock pulsed behind my briefs, and he inched even closer, and nearly whispered,
"I really want to kiss you, Robby...are you okay with that...?...have you ever kissed another guy?"
I stared at him, especially his pleading eyes and lush, full mouth, and I managed to utter,
"Okay with it, yes...have I done it, no...but I really, really think I want you to kiss me."
He smiled a bit, and leaned toward me, the pleasing scent of his cologne wafting around me. I felt his arm move over my shoulders as he moved in and placed his soft warm lips onto mine, and I eagerly responded, my lips parting slightly to allow his probing tongue to slip inside my mouth. Oh God, it was amazing, so soft and filled with passion, and in seconds we were tongue dancing like we had done it forever. Finally, he pulled back slightly, breaking our kiss, and I felt my breath coming in ragged and throaty huffs, and Doug let his hand travel lightly across my bulging crotch. I gasped his name, and he chuckled softly as he gave my boner a brief squeeze before lifting his hand to the top button of my shirt.
One by one he opened the buttons, and then he eased the shirt from my shoulders and arms as I leaned forward to assist his effort. He dropped the shirt on the floor and paused a moment to gaze at my bare torso and chest, and when he licked his lips I gasped again as I imagined him licking me. He lifted his hand then, and began to touch me, his fingertips feeling like fire on my skin as he began to touch me, my upper arms, my neck and chest, his fingers gliding over my small nipples as I all but panted. He leaned in and kissed me again, and when he pulled back, he said breathlessly,
"Oh Robby, you are beautiful...so smooth and lean...such buttery skin...so warm!"
I shuddered as his fingers explored my nipples, having no clue that they were so sensitive, and the jolting sensation his touch evoked seemed be directly wired to my balls which were tingling every bit as much as were my nipples. And if that weren't enough, he lowered his head and began licking and sucking the tender nubs, and I nearly screamed in pleasure. He tongued and softly sucked each in turn several times, and then he placed a palm flat on my chest, and kind of pushed me back against the door behind me. Moving lower, he licked the skin below my nipples, and then the softness of my tummy, and I groaned out loud as his hand again groped my raging erection as he continued to lick my tummy and dig into my navel.
"Oh God, Doug...oh my God...!" I croaked, my head spinning with sensations.
He shifted some, and I felt his fingers digging at the fly of my cargo shorts, and I arched my back to ease his access. He deftly opened the snap, and slid own the zipper, and the sound of that nearly had me unloading in my briefs. He tugged at the waist band, and I automatically lifted my butt as he pushed the shorts, and my briefs down my legs. My throbbing cock sprang free and slapped against my groin, and I heard Doug draw in a ragged breath as he uttered my name in a whisper. I groaned loudly again when he took my erection in his hand, and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from shooting cum all over the freaking place. He stroked me gently, and then he looked up at me, and said breathily,
"You have a beautiful cock, Robby, really beautiful, and I hope you won't object to me sucking it...I have thought about doing it ever since we met."
"Oh my God, I hissed, would I mind...?...I might just pass put if you don't!"
I heard him chuckle softly as he slid his fist along my rigid cock, and then he moved to carefully cup my aching ball sack as he lowered his head, and licked the underside of my cock from bottom to top. I nearly screamed again, every nerve ending in my young body fully alive and singing as he swabbed the knob of my cock, and then took it into his warm wet mouth. He sucked me steadily, his head bobbing over my crotch, and I could clearly hear the slurping noises he made as he drove me straight through the roof of the truck with that magic mouth. His fingers expertly probed my balls as he sucked me, and without being aware I was doing it I found my fingers tugging at his hair as my balls began to churn in earnest. He used his other hand to roam over my heaving chest, again touching my tender nipples which only added to the building pressure in my balls, and all too soon I knew that all was lost, it was simply too much to endure, and I suddenly knew that I was going to cum, big time. My hips bucked sharply and I lifted off the seat as my balls rolled over, and I blurted his name and yanked hard on his hair to let him know I was going to blow, but rather than heed my frantic warning, Doug just sucked harder still as he gently tugged at my balls, and that was the final-final for this sex-starved boy, and I unloaded the load of my life, spewing what felt like a quart of cum into his mouth.
If he found that unpleasant in any way, he did a bang up job of concealing it because he seemed happy to stay right there, taking each mind-bending blast that I produced which seemed to me to be around a dozen, and swallowing it all down without a whimper. When I finally stopped shooting, I was absolutely blown away, if you will allow me the pun, and I just kind of collapsed in panting, wheezing heap against the truck door. Doug continued to suckle my now wilting cock until I went soft, and slipped from his mouth, and then he sat up, and grinned at me. I met his gaze, blinking rapidly in disbelief of the pleasure he had just given me, and then I grinned as well as he told me,
"Holy crap, Robby...that was one incredible cum, for sure...and man, do you taste sweet...delicious...I can't wait for more of that creamy goo...Jesus Dude, you are a freaking cum fountain!"
Having no clue whether or not I could speak, I just smiled and nodded my head as my heart rate slowly returned to normal, and I eventually managed to mumble,
"Oh man, Doug, that was the single most amazing thing that has ever happened to me...unbelievable...and if you seriously want more of that...Dude, I am SO in..!"
He laughed, and reached for my now small and wilted dick a squeeze, and then he suggested we go for a walk on the beach. I got my stuff more or less together, and Doug fished a blanket out from under the seat, and we got out, and walked along the deserted beach, holding hands. We spread the blanket behind a dune out of the breeze, and then we lay down on it, Doug once more sending me soaring with his incredible kisses and touches as he once again got me naked, and then he stood to get out of his own clothes as I watched, holding my breath in anticipation of his naked beauty. And I was not disappointed in the least. Naked, he stood before me, allowing me all the time I wanted to bask in his perfection, and bask I did. He was perfect, I decided, a lean and toned body, the center piece of which was a trophy specimen cock complete with a plump and nicely dangling pouch of balls. He was cut, and the plum-like head flared widely at the tip of a thick shaft which was anchored by a well trimmed bush of dark pubes that gathered on his groin. My mouth drooled with saliva as I stared at his weapon, and it felt like the most natural thing I had ever done as I scooted closer, and licked it all over, his heavy balls included. He stood with legs wide apart and hands on his narrow hips as I sucked his delicious cock and balls, my endless saliva raining along his thick shaft and wetting his sack, and I knew I had to taste his nectar, to experience it flooding into my mouth, and down my throat.
Almost as if Doug had read my mind, he rocked his hips a few times, and then told me,
"Robby, I'm there, Dude...already...you're sucking me so good, I'm going to cum any second if you want to back off...!"
No freaking way, I thought, and in answer I just continued sucking him and working his balls until he groaned loudly, rose up on his toes, and let it go. Warm globs of thick semen began jetting into my mouth, and the acrid flavor of it seemed absolutely wonderful to me as I swilled it around, savoring it's taste and texture until he finally reduced to small dribbles of the stuff. Moving back then, I looked up at him, and opened wide to let him see his creamy load filling my mouth, and then I gulped the whole thing down. He grinned, his head shaking side to side as I made a kind of production of smacking and licking my lips, and when he sank down beside me, I loved how he took me in arms and held me as he kissed my cum stained mouth, his tongue pushing inside to share the lingering taste of his own cum.
We rested a while, cuddling and kissing as we touched each other wherever we could reach, and then on a silly impulse we took off chasing each other, running naked across the sand, giggling and playing grab-ass like little kids. Eventually, Doug scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me back to our blanket where he laid me down on my back before settling in beside me. He stroked my body lovingly, and then completely surprised me by bending my legs back to my chest as he spread my ass open, and plunged straight in, his tongue lapping the crease of my butt and stabbing at my tight little wrinkle. I could hardly believe he was doing that, and seemingly loving it, and as awesome as the earlier blow job had felt to me, I had never before felt anything quite as intense as this. He worked me until I could feel his saliva running wetly down the crease of my butt, and then he paused as he quickly reached for his shorts. I learned later that the pause had been to allow him to grab a small tube of lube which he quickly spread into my crevice and then inside my hole as he pushed his slick finger into me several times. It dawned on me then what he intended, and a pang of fear shot through my belly at the thought of that incredible cock of his driving into my most intimate place, and then the fear was replaced by a sudden desire to have him do just that. I concentrated, forcing myself to relax as he fingered me, and then I managed to blurt out my sudden need as I told him,
"Do it, Doug...right now...fuck me...I want you to fuck me!"
In a flash he wiggled into position between my upraised legs and grasped his heavy erection, centering it at my opening. I groaned as I felt the rubbery knob touch my tender hole, and then a flash of bright white light behind my eyes went off and a burn of sharp pain seemed to sear my very guts as he eased his thickness into my resisting little pucker. I yelled in pain and surprise, and Doug clamped his hand over my mouth as he muttered encouragement to me, assuring me that the pain would soon pass, and all would be well again. I gritted my teeth, struggling to relax my tense muscles as Doug moved in and out of me, and to my great surprise the searing pain seemed to dissipate, and give way to sense of pleasure I had never imagined. Sensing my change, Doug picked up his pace a bit, his wide cock gliding easily in and out of my clinging rectum, and I instinctively began rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. Now we were actually fucking, gasping and moving together as our hands clung to each other, touching and pinching as we moved as one. To my astonishment I suddenly felt an intense orgasm wash over my racked young body as a massive load of cum ejected across my stomach and chest, and a second later Doug announced his own orgasm as I felt his cock pulsing deep inside me as his balls unloaded.
It seemed so still and quiet then, the only real sound coming from the ever ebbing sea as we lay cuddled on the blanket. I reflected on the stunning events of the past couple of hours, and on the likelihood of my future now that this amazing guy had confirmed all of my secret feelings about myself, and I realized with a smile what a priceless gift he had given me this night. He had shown me myself in the way I was meant to be, in the process laying to rest all of my uncertainty, and fears of who I was. I snuggled into his smooth body, and hugged him hard as I came to realize that my single regret with regard to the evening was that it was to be, with Doug, just this once.
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