This is the first story I ever wrote and remains one of my all time favorites.
A few years ago I used to be a part of a group of guys who went along to our local sauna for a game of squash and a sauna. Nobody ever said anything but I guess we all enjoyed being naked together, seeing and being seen so to speak. More recently, reflecting back on those times and recalling the nude horny bodies of my friends I have used them as inspiration to write a number of stories.
I hope you enjoy the tale. Please feel free to contact me: horny_writer@hormail.
It was probably the hottest day of that spectacular summer we had a couple of years ago. Here in England, where we are famed more for rainfall than heatwaves, we were all being spoilt with an entire decade of sunshine condensed into a few short weeks. Day after day we blistered in the heat, ice-cream salesmen laughed all the way to the bank, the government warned of a drought and personally I was beginning to sport something of a Mediterranean tan. Anyway, let me take you into this time and situation where my story is set.
Nigel and I were on our way back home, I'd given my Saturday to help my friend collect some furniture for his new flay from an aging relative. I was driving, Nigel who had not then passed his driving test was beside me in the passenger seat of a clapped out old van we had borrowed for the occasion. In the back were chairs, a table, a couple of rolls of carpet and a bookcase; the whole lot being worth no more than a fiver on a car boot sale. Indeed I wondered why he hadn't been to a local boot sale instead of trekking half way across the country for this pile of old junk. Still it was something to do I guess, after all I didn't have anything else on.
We'd been chatting away about this and that as we drove along when suddenly Nigel came forth with something that totally changed the conversation, killing stone dead all previous topics.
"Hell, I aint half got a massif hard on !"
"Pardon ?" I said. It was a rhetorical question - I heard him perfectly well and did not require his answer. My speaking that single word was more of a reaction of astonishment.
I glanced at Nigel and saw him smile wryly, then my eyes flicked for a micro second to the source of his extraordinary statement where I could not but observe the bulge confirming what had been said. Bloody hell ! I began to feel a growing heaviness between my own legs.
"What a waste," Nigel giggled, "a raging hard on, one of the best I've ever had in my life, and not a woman in sight."
I said nothing. Not because I had nothing to say but just because I could not organise the words into a correct order, my mind was all jumbled by the developing surreal situation.
"Of course," he continued, "there's always the right hand - but here in the middle of nowhere ?"
I was getting harder by the moment, I couldn't help it - I could not contain myself, and felt a danger of quickly catching my friend up - in the between the legs department I mean.
Eventually I spoke. "Want me to pull over and let you get into the back ?" I suggested.
"Why not. Find somewhere nice and discrete."
My heart then quickened its already rapid pace and all kinds of bizarre feelings started to explode like fireworks within me. I had on a pair of football shorts which I was wearing over a pair of tight briefs and these did nothing to conceal the way my own manhood was bulging. I have a tight foreskin which more often than not does not move back over the head in an erection but right then I could feel the strength of the throbbing shaft forcing itself ever upwards and the head pushing higher and higher.
"Over there," Nigel pointed. "That looks OK."
I slowed and brought the van to a standstill in a tiny lay-by just big enough for a single vehicle. What next ?
"You fancy joining me ?" Nigel said. Then waving a hand over my shorts added, "Looks to me as if you are more than ready !"
I blushed. I was, more than ready I mean but I was embarrassed. I have always been interested in guys but had never actually done anything with anyone, I always tried to keep my feelings suppressed but they were difficult to hide at that moment. I had often had fantasises, dreamed about such things and speculated in my own mind but Nigel was offering me reality.
It was strange and I wanted to rush in and take up his offer yet I wanted to retain a degree of modesty. But this was just another of those dreams, my mind would all too soon return to the more mundane existence and that would be all. No it wasn't - it was happening and I was being handed an invitation which would fulfill all my fantasies, desires and more.
"Come along mate," he encouraged.
So there we were in the back of the van, pulses beating, faces smiling and the air pregnant with anticipation. Although the bright sunlight was cut off it was quite clear enough for us to see one another and we just looked for an immeasurable length of time. For me time stood still as I contemplated what was about to happen.
"I've never done anything like this before, wanked with another guy I mean,"
I spluttered.
"Then it's time for you to lose your virginity," Nigel smiled. "Don't worry I'll be gentle with you. He, he !" As he spoke he pulled his white tee shirt up and over his head revealing a muscular chest sprouting fair hair between the pecks. He then paid attention to the belt of his jeans he continued speaking. "Having sex with a woman is great and perfectly natural but what you need to understand is that enjoying the body of another man is more than just natural; it's - it's super natural."
I took off my shirt and kicked away my trainers.
"I've sensed for some time that you are curious," Nigel went on now wearing just a pair of briefs and two white sports socks. "I can read these things in a guy you see, I'm clever like that. And like I said it's time for you to lose your virginity and have your curiosity satisfied."
With that Nigel peeled away his pants and allowed a solid rod of a cock to spring straight upwards. I was nervous, very nervous, but I wanted whatever was to come and flung away my shorts and briefs. I looked down on my own dick which although smaller than Nigel's was engaged in the biggest hard on I have ever had. I then lifted my eyes to view my friend. "You look nice," I said clumsily.
"So do you." Nigel knelt before me, took my hands in his then directed them towards his lower abdomen. Letting go he placed his own right hand flat on my cock and began to fondle it before moving his fingers up my belly, up to my chest, back down again, round to my balls and then clasping my cock firmly. It was the most wonderful experience I had ever enjoyed. Better than any of the fantasies or dreams I had previously welcomed into the most private parts of my mind.
I stroked Nigel's manhood and twisted the tips of my fingers through his thick blonde pubic bush. I stroked the tip of his cock's head then held it gently to feel the blood pulse through the erection. I had never touched another man's cock before, hey I'd never even seen one erect before. This was wonderful. I began to slowly beat it up and down with Nigel emulating the action for a while before he moved my body and took my hands away. He rearranging us so that we were kneeling against each other and pressing our chests, stomachs and loins together. Our cocks were side by side and through mine I could feel the heat of Nigel's as it twitched. That heart of mine was beating faster and faster while in Nigel's chest I could feel his thumping in return.
A unique sensuality suddenly came to my mouth and it sought out Nigel's. We met in a long, deep and lingering kiss. My tongue entwined with my friend's then moved into the back of his mouth. My hands were soon locked together round Nigel's neck while his fingers traced down my back and onto my buttocks. How much more of this could I take before my entire body exploded ? I reached down and began to fondle his cute and firmly formed bum.
Nigel began to steer me onto the floor, his firm hands and muscular arms taking control of both our movements. He spread my legs slightly then twisted quickly like a gymnast so that he was resting upon me but with his head towards my feet. Pressing down with his hands Nigel raised his chest and moved his mouth to take my cock inside it. I raised one hand and moved his into my own mouth. It felt so good.
In my previous dreams and fantasies I had often imagined being able to suck myself but it was of course physically impossible; how much better than any fantasy to have another's manhood inside my mouth. I explored every aspect with my tongue and heightened my arousal. At the same time I could feel Nigel teasing and tasting my own precum.
This was my very first time but obviously Nigel knew exactly what he was doing and had known man-sex before. Who with I wondered. He was an expert, well practiced and generating within me feelings no novice could conjure. I could have enjoyed those feelings for ever and held back a climax but Nigel had other things in store. Moving again, this time he turned me over and pulled me to kneel in front of him. He pressed his body against me, one arm round my chest and the other taking hold of my cock. Although he did not attempt to enter me I could feel his erect cock against the line where my two cheeks met. I pinched them together.
It was an incredibly hot day and like a sauna in the back of that van. Sweat poured from our two bodies and mingled as we entwined ourselves together. I began to groan softly as Nigel's tongue tickled the lobe of my right ear.
"Is this good ?" He asked.
"Very," I sighed.
He began to take up the beat on my cock with his hand and I felt the fire rising within it, I struggled to hold back from cumming as long as I could. Against my bum I could feel precum lubricating from Nigel's cock. Faster and faster Nigel beat; faster and faster.
"Are you ready to cum yet ?"
"Take me," I replied. "Take me quickly."
He did.
I must have ejaculated more in that session that I would in two or three when alone. Each squirt brought forth thunderous forces of ecstasy and joy, of rapture and bliss. Such multiplex feelings were enhanced by the sensation behind me that as I came so did Nigel spontaneously against my bum, his liquid gold reaching high up on my back. I never knew that anything could be quite so wonderful.
And so it was that day I lost my virginity. Simple but incredible.
Still in the back of the van and still quite naked Nigel grinned at me and I back at him. "Thank you," I said.
He just smiled in reply then enquired of me, "What you doing next week-end I need some more furniture moving ?"
"Sure," I said without any hesitation. "Of course I'll help, but why don't we collect it tomorrow ?"
I sure hope you enjoyed that. Please let me know: horny_writer@hotmail.com