Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. First off, this is my first published story here. I have had a lot of stories, and have tried to type in many of them, but I'd often get bored halfway through. I'm pretty sure this will be done and published, though. Second, although I am a published author, I've never published any erotic stories before, so this will be pretty much unexperienced writing. Third, part of this story is absolutely true, and part of it is entirely based on my fantasies. So there.
My adventure:
Lebanon is a great place to grow up. They say, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. Except if you're gay. Homosexuality is disallowed as a whole, in this country; and I know a well-known attorney who was revealed as gay quite recently. Now he's without a job. And I am bisexual.
That's why, at school, I used to be quite secretive about my sexuality. I went through teenaging with no real relationship, and I used to go back home and get off to many of the young men at school with me. I was able to interact with many people, though, because I took singing classes, piano classes, painting classes, scouting, programming... I believe I was looking for myself.
I was also member in a private club, which had two olympic-sized swimming pools, tennis, ping-pong, pool, etc. . And I used to go there quite frequently.
I had turned twenty just one day earlier, and still lived with my parents, sixteen-year-old sister and thirteen-year-old brother, when my sister decided to invite her friends to two days and a sleepover at our summerhouse, which fit. They spent the first day locked up in her room, talking about boys, bags, shoes, junk and more, and I was in the antechamber, which we had made fit to be a small living room. I was reading the latest Twilight book, Breaking Dawn. Or trying to. Their cheap talk was as audible as if I was in the room with them. So I called mom and had her ppromise that we could really have some fun the next day. She said we'd go to the pool.
That night, mom and dad, who are both medical doctors, were invited to some sort of a conference. So my brother, our nanny, my sister, her two friends, and I, had the house to ourselves. Our nanny had been taking care of us since I'd been seven, and had stayed as housekeeper since we didn't need a nanny anymore. Now we "kids" considered her as an older sister, because of the time we'd spent with her around, and because we'd told her everything we knew and she'd told us everything she knew.
As the three girls spent the night in my sister's bedroom, talking, laughing and joking around, our nanny, my brother, and I, watched the first installment of The Godfather. When the girls yelled high, we'd go to the electricity control panel of the building, which we owned, and we'd put off the switch that sent electricity to the bedrooms. We'd hear the girls shout, and we'd have a blast.
Needless to say, we could only sleep when the girls did, which was at about two in the morning.
I woke up the next day to the voice of my mom, yelling at us to get up and get ready for the club. I was all set since I'd been told, the day before, that we'd go to the pool.
Once there, I read Breaking Dawn, because there was not much noise around the pool; and I was somewhere between chapters 37 and 39 when dad had us go to the restaurent to have lunch. There, while I waited for the girls, who were drying up their hair, I met this guy whom I knew to be one year younger than me, as he'd been in my school, in a lower class. His name was Roy.
Average height, a little chubby, fair skin, dark and spiky hair, round face, deep brown eyes, large smile on his face, the young man was a waiter at that restaurent to make some pocket money. Besides, "Summer Job" looks good on a college application. Or so I've heard.
Roy was one of the few people who knew that I was bisexual, and who'd stayed neutral to me when he'd found out. But he'd changed now. I could feel some sort of attraction from him to me. And I cannot say I wasn't attracted to him. I'd always called him "little monkey", between me and myself, because he looked like one...
When the princesses finally arrived, we had lunch, and then mom went back to sunbathing, dad went to the club's gym, and my siblings and the guests went immediately into the water again. I had just one chapter left, which I did read..
And then I stared at the cloudy sky above me. I could've fallen asleep. But I had more interesting things to think of. Why did Roy seem so happy to meet me? And worse yet... why did I feel so gleeful as I met him?
And then I understood.
I went to the restaurent, sat in the area which Roy was responsible for, and ordered a smoothie. When he came with it, I had a big smile etched upon my lips, and he smiled as well. I asked when he would finish. It must have been my lucky day. He finished half an hour later. That much, I could wait. And we exchanged phone numbers.
For the next half-hour, I waited on that same table, and had five chocolate smoothies. Then, five minutes before his shift ended, I asked for the bill and got it. I left a full twenty dollars as tip, and I told him to meet me at the front desk. He nodded.
Five minutes later, I was in the atrium, listening to my iPod touch, to some Nightwish music, on the couches meant for waiting. And then he came in, clothed in a green-and-white t-shirt and in short, baggy jeans.
I spoke to the ladies at the front desk, in the atrium, and asked if I could invite him. The admission for a guest was 19000 Lebanese pounds (around twelve bucks), which I put on the desk with a smile.
Roy waited for me, smiling. I guess it helped that I was still in my swimsuit.
We went down to the guys' lockers, and we left our clothes in a small, wooden cabin. Then we hit the showers.
The club's shower-room is a large place, separated into twelve smaller rooms, each of which was one and a half metre long and one and a half metre large. Oh, and the height of the rooms was about four metres.
Roy had never been in that area of the club, which was reserved to members. I must say that with a yearly membership of two thousand dollars a person, I don't think any employee in the club could afford to also be a member. Roy opened large eyes and stared, mesmerized by the size and grandeur of the room.
But I had some other things, better in both size and grandeur, to make him stare at.
I had him lay his back on the wall and put his hands behind his back, exposing quite entirely his smooth body and his seven-inch, mushroom-headed, errect genitalia. He had a cock-ring attached at its base, and the balls were fairly hairy. I bound my hands behind his back, put my mouth around the mushroom head and slid my tongue delicately on the piss slit, as I felt my little monkey shudder in my arms.
I took a deep breath, and then I started sucking ever so gently onto Roy's cock, gradually increesing in strength and speed, and he panted heavily and loudly, shivering with pleasure. He moaned louder as I licked his slit once more, and then I found the sensible part a little behind the mushroom head. I used my lower lip to stimulate that little piece of dick, and that was it: Roy's hips shifted up, his chest heaved, and then one, two, three ropes of thick, milky, and salty cum shot right out and straight into my mouth, as Roy gasped and panted.
I indulged in the taste of it, closing my eyes and slightly playing with the cum in my mouth, testing just how thick it was, all salty and sour-sweet, until I opened my eyes to see his eyes shining with lust. I swallowed the precious liquid ever so slowly as Roy pulled in for a passionate kiss. I was pleased when I felt his tongue playing with mine, waltzing between our mouths, and then he sucked and swallowed some of my saliva. I was half disgusted, half turned on that he had taken in some of my secretion. And then the turn on was too much for me. I couldn't take it anymore: I wanted more of my secretion inside of my lover. And he obviously wanted it too.
He lay on the floor of the shower, knees bent, exposing his now deflating cock and his pink, virgin asshole. I licked it, lubricating its surface, and then my tongue went into it, and he shuddered. After licking his interior a couple of times, I thougt he should be ready enough. Considering Roy was a virgin, I knew he needed a good fingering before he could be penetrated, but I was just too eager to make him loose his virginity to actually take the time to figer him.
So I aligned my eight-inch penis with his glorious boyhole, and slowly, but firmly, penetrated Roy for the very first time. The pain showed on his face, as he winced, but said nothing. I drew in closer to his face for a quick peck on the lips, and then I whispered into his ear, 'I can stop this if it's too painful'. I sincerely hoped that I would go on, though. And apparently, so did he.
'Go on: it's so pleasurable that I can forget the pain', he said with half a grin. I smiled. 'If you insist...'
I slowly pulled out, but right before the mushroom head went out, I rammed in a little harder. 'Unnh..', he went.
Out again. Then in. Then out. Then in. Then out. I was able to reach an accelerating rythm, and he would wince in pain, and hum in pleasure, at every powerful thrust that I delivered.
It all only lasted for only about twenty minutes, as I had already fucked others before Roy, but it had been a long time since then.
In and out, and in and out, and in and out...
Roy's winces of pain got lesser pronounced by the thrust, and his pleasured hums went higher and higher yet, until, in the end, I felt I was ready.
'You ready to be mine, like I just became yours?'
'Unnnnhhh....'
I smiled. Good answer.
I pulled in almost all the way out, and then I thrust in as far as I could, and my pelvis hit Roy's as I shot four shots of cum deep into his system. He yelped high and loud as I took his anal cherry, his face covered in sweat and his hair no longer spiky.
As I tried to pull out, he put his hand on my elbow and whispered, still panting heavily, 'I want you to stay inside of me as long as you can'. I beamed as I answered 'Anything you want'.
We went into a long embrace, my lips stuck to his, my hands holding his back, and his hands holding my back, and I kept my dick inside his hole for another ten minutes - even when it had deflated, it was easy to keep it in as we didn't move a muscle.
And then we showered together in hot water which turned our skin red, until we were clean as could be. My seed was deep in his derière, and his was deep in my stomach, so we were deeply planted into one another, when we left the showers to go to the wooden cabin where we took our clothes and got dressed.
We went to the swimming pool, and I introduced Roy to my parents as "one of my best old friends from school".
He followed us in his car on the way home, and he took notice of where my house was. He knew he was welcome anytime.
Thank you for reading. Once again, this is my first erotic story posted online, so I appreciate all constructive criticism at johnathan@writeme.com. Soon, I hope to post more stories, unless I notice not to be read, so....