Hi all-this is my first story posted here, hope you like it!
This story is (mostly) a work of fiction. Names have been changed basically to protect myself from being beaten-up, or having to answer awkward questions from folks that know me. If you're a minor-hell, I was reading stuff lots worse than this when I wuz young! Frankly, I don't have a problem with it. But officially, I should probably warn you that it's probably illegal for you to be reading this. Ditto if you're living somewhere that stories describing homosexual activity between teens is illegal.
And, if such stories do nothing for you, may I recommend hitting the "back" button at this point?
My name is Steven, though my closest friends call me Steve. And since I'm going to tell you one of my most personal stories, then I guess you can call me Steve'. This is the story of my first real crush, and the time my fantasy came true.
First a few words about myself. Right now I'm 25, but the story I'm going to tell you goes back to when I was only 15. I was gay, though I didn't really know it myself. In the small rural area I had always lived in, people didn't talk about things like that. Oh, sure, we'd make the typical jokes about guys fooling around with each other and all that, but I never connected those stories with the urges that I had sometimes.
Take my friend Kenny for example. He was an older guy (18, back then) who lived across town. Sometimes we'd call each other fags, but it was just in the spirit of joking around, something that lots of guys around home would do.
We were pretty close, even though we teased each other sometimes. The kind of guy I could trust with just about anything, and had. I'd gotten into some pretty serious trouble sometimes, but he'd always been there to help me out. Really attractive, too-he was about 5' 10' and slender, his body quite well toned-swimming and basketball were two of our favourite pastimes. He had gorgeous green eyes, the colour of jade, and straight dark blonde hair with bangs that were long enough to sneak in front of his face.
I suppose I was always attracted to him, though the way he'd always talked about girls he probably wouldn't ever have been interested in doing anything "gay." Then again, I used to think the same thing about myself...
Then, one day, everything changed. Something inside of me just sort of clicked into place, and I understood myself better than ever before.
It started innocently enough, Kenny was going to sleep over at my place on a warm July evening. It wasn't the first time, by any means-we were always staying over at each others' houses. My parents were out for the weekend, but me being the mature kid I was, they were fine in trusting us being home alone.
We scarfed down some pizza while watching some wrestling, groaning with sympathy every time someone got slammed to the mat. Then, as usual, we tried some of the holds on each other afterward.
It being so warm, we were just wearing t-shirts and shorts while we grappled with each other, trying to get the upper hand. We wrestled all the time, but this time something felt different. While I was grabbing at him, my hands touching his sweaty bare back when his t-shirt got pulled back by our maneuvering, something definetly felt different. Taking advantage of my moment of hesitation, he pulled himself on top of me, straddling me while pinning my arms above my head. While he was trying to hold my squirming form, he shifted around where he was sitting, namely my crotch!
Needless to say, it wasn't long before my cock got really hard, and I quickly cried "uncle". He grinned and slid off of me, though it seemed to me it took him a moment to do so, after staring at me with those gorgeous eyes.
After that match, I managed to hide my erection until it disappeared (took about half an hour!), but I was still disturbed by the event. In fact, I kept on thinking about it even after we went to bed. All I could do was lay there, my eyes wide open, and ask myself what this meant.
After all, one didn't have to be an Einstein to figure out what a stiff dick meant. That's what was supposed to happen when you wanted to do a girl. But I got it with Kenny. I'd always liked hanging out with Kenny, thought he was really cool.
My god, was I falling for my best friend?
As I lay in bed, I listened to the sounds of Kenny's breathing. In the country, it was easy for me to hear the very quiet sounds of the air passing into and out of his lungs. No doubt asleep,I decided, after listening for a while
Every so carefully, I slid over to the edge of my bed to look down at his still form. He slept in a sleeping bag on the floor next to my bed, and as my eyes were adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight shining in from the window was more than enough to make him out clearly.
He lay on his side, facing towards my bed. His hands were brought up to hold the pillow that his blonde head rested on. His thin red lips parted slightly to take in breath with the slightest of whispers, releasing it with the slightest sigh. There was also a trace of bare back visible above the sleeping bag-probably had chucked his t-shirt earlier in the warm summer night.
A strange feeling passed over me as I looked at him laying there, saw that spot of nakedness. I knew that I wanted to touch it, wanted to pull back that fabric back and run my hands all over his body. Was burning to touch it, my fingers twitching in anticipation.
Somehow, I managed to hold myself back for what was probably ten minutes, though it felt like forever, while I made sure he didn't move or show any other signs of being awake. And part of me hoped he would, so I wouldn't do anything I might regret afterwards. But the only movement was of his regular breathing, and I made my decision.
Ever so slowly, my hand reached down to his prone form. Ever so gently, my fingertips touched the bangs of hair hanging in front of his face, stroking them back over his head. As my fingers moved from his forehead to stroke behind his ear, Kenny smiled a little, though he seemed to still be asleep, his eyes twitching behind his eyelids.
Always gently, I continued to touch his hair, occasionally running along the edge of his ear. Once I slightly lugged on his earlobe, making his entire face twitch.
Completely absorbed into my "tickling" (the word I used to justify it to myself), I became more adventurous, moving my fingers to touch his face. There I touched his forehead, ran down to the tip of his nose, to trace a path around his lips. Afterwards, I pulled my exploring fingers together to stroke his cheek with the back of my hand. At this, his mouth opened slightly more, his breathing the slightest bit louder. Feeling brave, I ran the tips of my fingers over the edge of his lips, feeling the moisture there, feeling every breath send tingles through me as it contacted my skin...
Suddenly, he turned over on his back, throwing his arm over his eyes. Startled, I pulled back on my bed, to merely peek down at him. However, he still seemed asleep. More than that, the act of turning over had pulled open the sleeping bag still further, revealing half of his chest.
This time there would be no eternity of waiting, as the desire inside of me had completely taken over. There could be no turning back. I reached down from the bed once again.
My fingers ran along the edge of his jaw down to his neck, then down still further. His chest still hadn't sprouted a single hair, and was smooth to my exploring fingers, rising in a slight mound as I came closer to one of his nipples. Laying my hand down flat on his skin, I ran my thumb gently around the dark spot. I could feel his heart beating, his warm chest rising as his nipple hardened. Once again his mouth opened, his lips twitched.
I moved my hand further south, my own heart hammering in my ears. For no reason I understood, I licked my lips, completely absorbed in my forbidden touch. And I wanted so badly to touch him everywhere. To touch him in that place I'd never touched anyone else before. As my hand continued down his lean chest, pushing the sleeping bag as I went, his breathing got heavier.
When I passed his belly button, I began to rub the skin above the waistband of his boxers. Then I had a moment of doubt, a moment of fear, and I swallowed. I took a moment to look at him, laying on his back, vulnerable. His hand had slipped off his face, both his hands by his head. As I continued to rub his stomach, his mouth was open, eyes twitching, breathing heavily. Especially as I ran my fingers just above his pubic region.
Finally, the hunger took over again, and I moved further down, sliding my hand over the fabric of his boxers. I felt the partially hard shape beneath, running my fingers along it's length. Feeling the softness of his balls. As I explored, Kenny softly moaned, though I was too absorbed to be scared off this time. In fact, his moan turned me on even more, and I pushed down firmer as I moved back towards the tip of his covered cock.
Completely hard now, I could tell that the many times he'd bragged about his size weren't exaggerated. Although I hadn't seen anyone else this way before, let alone touched them, he had to be at least 9 inches long.
I couldn't wait any longer, it felt like I would die of the tension! I moved my hand to base of his crotch, then dragged it slowly upward with my fingers moulding themselves around his covered manhood. His breathing stayed shallow, catching as my fingers rounded the tip.
I ran my fingers along the edge of his boxers' waistband, occasionally slipping my fingertips below, teasingly. I loved feeling a few of his pubic hairs, and the sight of his cock twitching under his underwear.
Finally I slipped my hand under the waistband to touch his bare cock, and Kenny audibly gasped. I ran my fingers along it's length, from his hairless balls to the tip of his cock. Slowly I began to jack him off from inside his shorts, pausing every so often to run the tip of my finger along the slit at the top. I felt some precum ooze out when I did, making the front of his shorts even more damp than they were already. Having jacked off before, this came as no surprise to me.
Then I noticed something different, that the head of his dick seemed to have more skin than mine. Curious, I pulled it down until the head was bare. This seemed to turn him on even more, and Kenny moaned when I began to pull the skin back and forth over his cock head.
I started to get into a rhythm, pulling up and down, taking the odd moment to lubricate his cock by smearing his precum around. He began to regularly move his hips to the rhythm, making small moaning sounds and the odd shudder when I would rub along the edge of his head.
Finally, I knew when he was about ready to cum. His thrusts came more often, his breathing faster. I tightened my grip, speeding up my own pace. More precum leaked out onto my hand, he moaned more and more loudly.
Suddenly, he cried out, his entire body tensing. I felt the first shot of cum pass under my hand and shoot out through the opening in his shorts to spread on his chest, and I saw a look of pure exstacy on his face. There came four or five more jets, as I went back to slowly jacking him off. Being weaker, most of these stayed inside his shorts, coating my hand.
After his body stopped jerking, Kenney slumped back on the floor, his hands by his head, a small smile on his face. I pulled my hand out of his shorts to run it lovingly up his chest, rubbing his nipples. He released a contented sigh, then made no other sound aside from the regular breathing he'd made earlier.
Taking care of my own aching cock was a faster matter, as I was more turned on than ever before. I slipped my hand into my own shorts, Kenny's cum mixing with my own precum. It took less than a minute of jerking off before I released my own cry and shot off the biggest load I'd ever shot.
Afterward, I slipped off to sleep, mostly content, though a small part of me was scared about what would happen next.
Little did I know that, while I was fretting, Kenny was sporting a wide mischievous grin...
Fraid that's all for now folks-wanna hear some more about my experiences with Kenney? Care to tell me what you thought of my story? I'd love to hear from you, but only constructive criticisms or other positive forms of communication please:) -Carl mavree27@hotmail.com