This is a story based on my first real sexual experience with a guy. This is a true account as told through my eyes and what I know happened. If you are not the appropriate age to be reading this material or if homosexuality offends you...then don't READ IT! Otherwise, my book is always open to those who wish to read it.
Hey there! My name is art. I believe it all started my sophomore year, or the summer before. I was in band, no I wasn't one of those band nerds that, well u know the stereotype. For some reason our band was different, we had a band full of drug addicts. At least three quarters of our band smoked pot or whatever, which was good for me considering I was your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. So my name was well known in the band by every one. Well me tell you a little about me. I live with my grandparents, they knew that I had been doing drugs for a while they didn't care. We had recently moved so I still getting acquainted to the area. I'm around 5'11 almost six, I had black hair on the sides and on the back and the top of my hair was like almost a fire and maroon red, it was cool everyone liked it. I had tanned skin and it was kind of dark considering that I was a full-blooded Spaniard. I was a bigger guy then usual I weighed ruffley 230 pounds, which was almost solid muscle. I had hazel brown eyes and the color of my hair offset the color of my eyes. So anyway I knew that I had had an attraction to guys since eighth grade, and it wasn't obvious I never came out but I always managed to get cute boyfriends =) so like was saying before I got into the formalities. It was a normal summer rehearsal; we had three, three-hour blocks of band.
It was a bunch of marching, and a lot of playing, and a lot of marching and playing. So after 9:30 since practice was over at nine, Bobby, Julie, Rachel, Nick, Chris, and I would smoke some pot to herald the end of the night. Bobby and Julie had been going out off and on, they were to cute for each other, it was quite funny, they were both already seniors. Nick was a friend from eighth grade, he was cute, short messy blond hair blue eyes, a nice soft ass, I knew because I would grab his ass when we would march across the field=) he was defined, you could tell he worked out, and Rachel was his girlfriend. She wasn't all that great looking. And then there was Chris, he was sexy for a Mexican, he had black hair, kind of long but always messy, brown eyes, a few dimples on his face and on the rest of his body. He was about 6'2, he's tall a senior, had a great ass which he usually show off defined 6 pack and nice dark nipples since on the hot summer days he took off his shirt, I was really attracted to this guy. So this night we were all smoking pot, it was a usually ritual habit after band, it cleared our minds. After our usual 2-hour session, a lot of smoking, and about the same measure of discussion, bobby and Julie, and nick and Rachel left. Chris and I knew where they were going, off to fuck, they were always verry "active" Chris and I weren't seeing anyone at the moment, but we had our on and off girlfriends, me and Chris played around every once in a while but it was only play and we were just kidding and everyone knew it or else my fist would make them know it. So Chris and I were talking after the love couples left, and it was idle chat. We both kinda drifted off for a while enjoying the pot working on our system.
"So what do you think of nick and Rachel?" Chris said breaking the silence. "Yeah they are cute but nick can do better, Rachel is to skinny for him it kind of doesn't look right" I relied "nick is to cute for her" I interjected. "Yeah he is pretty cu...." Chris trailed off. So we went back into a bubble of silence staring at the stars enjoying the overall calmness of the moment. "So Chris what do you think of nick? You were telling me but then kind of trailed off" " I said I thought he was cute, but I didn't want to sound gay so I didn't Finnish." "Oh alright" I replied " do you want to play truth or dare?'' I asked. We were both stoned so it didn't matter; we were going to play anyway. "Truth or dare?" he asked. "Um... dare!" I replied with the quickness. "Ok, I dare you to strattle the bench" we were sitting in the football filed bleachers since that's where the band usually practiced. So I put leg on each side of the bench and started to strattle the bench, "make noises!" he interjected. So I started to make moaning sounds like I was enjoying it, yet unbeknownst to him I was because I was able to show him my "motion in the ocean" and it was making me hard. "Ok that's enough" he said and smiled, oh man he had one cute smile. "Truth or dare?" I asked, "Hm... let me think, dare I guess" "ok I want you to run around the track one time..." "That's it?" "Naked" I concluded.
The track was only 1/4 mile long so it wasn't that bad. So I saw him strip down to his boxers and instantly became hard. "No peeking" he said "I wont don't worry" he got down to the track and took of his boxers! His ass has so nice so round and perfect I just wanted to grab it and kiss it and hold it. He started to run around the track I stood there in awe as I saw his big balls and uncut 5 inch hard dick flopped around running on the track, I felt like I was going to nut in my pants it was so beautiful. He came back around and put his clothes back on. You see Chris is a weird guy he would do something like that, more so if stoned. So we got back up to the top of the bleachers and the first thing out of his mouth was "truth or dare?" "Um... truth" "have you ever thought about guys?" There was a long period of silence. Then he started to make me answer the question. "Yeah a couple of times" I said hesitantly. "Have you?" I asked. "Me too." Oh thank god I thought to myself at least he sort of knew where I was coming from and that means I had a chance to get him after all. So I pretended to yawn so I could pat my arm around him. He laughed, "you are one of the cheesiest, you just joined the one billion percent of men that use that to put their arms around women." He continued laughing, as did I but my arm was around him so I didn't care. He put his hand on my thigh and stared into the moon, I was about to enter the point of contact. It startled me as I let out a breath of air and looked at him and he looked at me. We stared into each others eyes since we were sitting so close it was easy to move in together. We looked into each other's eyes and moved our heads towards each other, rubbing noses. Our fore heads met along with our noses. We could feel each other's breath as we moved in for the kiss. Our lips met as we kissed, then he started to move further and open his mouth sticking his tongue on my lips making me open my mouth and play with his tongue. We explored each other's mouth and let our hands roam. My hands easily found his chest and his dick, which was growing harder when I toyed with his balls through his loose Nike shorts. He found the chest and pulled my face closer to him as he held the back of my neck. After what seemed like hours of pure bliss we broke apart our interlocked lips. "What does this mean?" Chris asked. "I don't know" I replied. We walked down the bleachers holding hands.
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