This is how it happened. This story is true - no artistic license has been used - and it hasn't been embellished. It's just the story of Paul and Nick and me.
This story will - eventually cover some very explicit sexual themes - I'm not going to say what they are at this point - I don't want to give the story away. Suffice to say that if you are offended by sex of an explicit nature - please don't read on.
This story also contains descriptions of under age sex. Sue me. This is the story of my life - if you don't like that I was sexually active underage - don't read on.
- Learning things
After the party Paul and Nick and me never played together again, but we did continue to play individually with each other. I know now, because Paul told me years later, that Paul and Nick even played around with each other a little, but neither really got what they wanted from it, and after a while it fizzled out, each content to allow me to release their sexual energies.
During the summer of that year Nick and I began to see more and more of each other. Nick would call me, tell me to come over and pretty much every time Nick would get me to suck him off.
During this whole period, Nick would continue to deny that he was gay, but I knew that he was getting off on having me at his beckon call.
It took me some years after Nick to really understand what had been going on between us. I guess you could call me Naive, but I simply went with it, rather than trying to understand it. Nick, I have subsequently realised, was a natural top, dominant and ultimately would have made a good 'master'. I on the other hand, was and remain a natural sub. I loved giving control over to Nick and he seemed to relish taking it. It was a good match.
To illustrate the point, let me tell you about a day I remember well..
We'd finished school for the year, and during the holidays we had plenty of time together. I met Nick one glorious summers day at his house. His Mum had been in until lunchtime, so we'd just drunk coffee, listened to music and talked. She left in the afternoon to go to work, leaving us together in Nick's room.
"Strip", were Nick's first words after she'd left. I wanted to get naked with Nick, so I was hardly going to argue. I stripped straight away.
Nick kept his clothes on as I was stripping. When I finished I stood there in front of him.
"Close your eyes" he said firmly.
With my eyes closed I could hear Nick rooting around in his bedroom for something. Then I felt cloth being wrapped around my head. Whatever was going to happen, Nick sure as hell didn't want me to see.
Nick moved me on to the bed and laid me down. It went quiet for a while as Nick went downstairs, returning a few minutes later. He'd been in the room about a minute when I felt his fingers on my balls, and then water and shaving foam being applied to my crotch.
As a horny teenager and early developer I'd always been pretty proud of the fact that I'd sprouted pubes at an early stage. In my head I saw pubes as a sign of sexual maturity and I'd always loved seeing how hairy other kids were at school as I was growing up. Now they were being taken from me by Nick, but I wasn't worried, I kind of enjoyed the feeling.
Nick took his time over shaving me - it must have been about half an hour. I was hard pretty much the whole time. When he'd finished he dried me off, and moved my hands, placing them on my smooth crotch.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Good" I replied honestly.
With me still laying blindfolded on the bed, Nick then wandered off and left me for a while. When he returned I just heard movement. Nothing was said.
I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips. I naturally opened my mouth instinctively, waiting for his hard cock to enter me, but it didn't come. About ten seconds later I began to feel a stream of piss enter my mouth. The taste was unbelievable and as I drank from him, my hands began to touch my cock.
"Not yet!" he said harshly, moving my hands away.
His piss stream finished, the sensations stopped for a few seconds until I felt something in front of me. I reached out with my tongue, and eventually hit his arse. He must have been pulling his cheeks apart, and my tongue locked with his hole. I licked greedily, getting as much of the musty taste as I could. I could hear Nick groan, he was definitely getting off on this.
Nick moved away after a while and all went quiet. Then I could sense something coming towards my mouth again, and opened instinctively. I'd been expecting his cock, but it was just his finger. The finger however had something on the end of it. I gagged immediately at the taste - I knew what this was.
"Lick it off - or you don't get my cock" Nick said, seemingly unmoved by my instant gag response.
I did as I was told, and was rewarded with his cock which came an amazing load down my throat that day.
So, this is just one example of the things that Nick and I did. During that summer we did lots like this, but it pretty much followed the same pattern. Nick in control - me doing what I was told.
One thing that never happened during this time was fucking. Nick had said to me previously that he'd never fuck me because he thought that would mean he was really gay. It never ceases to amaze me how fucked up some people can be about sex.
But Nick and I continued to see each other that summer until one evening I went over to see him.
Nicks parents were in, so this pretty much mean that we were just going to listen to music and talk, which was alright by me. I liked being around him. Eventually it got late. Nick asked if I could stay over and his parents said yes.
So eventually his parents went to bed. I too was sleepy and suggested that we go to sleep. "Well just strip off for bed, and we can talk some more" was Nicks response.
About an hour after his parents went to bed, Nick turned to me and simply said, "I want to fuck you". Of course I was up for this and told him as much.
So he laid me on his bed, with his parents in the next room, and lubed me up. As he entered me, I felt like I was going to split in two. I tried not to make too much noise, whispering "slow down" or "stop" at various points as I tried to get used to Nicks cock inside me. Eventually my arse had relaxed enough for him to begin to ride me, and he started to fuck me - hard. As he was fucking me I guess I started to moan a little and his hand came round and covered my mouth.
It was a hard, brutal fuck. It came from the animal instinct within Nick. As he shot his load inside me I heard him say "You cunt".
After he'd finished I didn't move for a while. When I'd recovered he was standing over me. He had a six inch knife in his hand.
"You fucking cunt, you're turning me gay" he said, louder than he should have with his parents in the next room.
I was scared - he looked deranged.
"I'm going to kill you" he said, more quietly. I believed him.
What followed is too hard to write to be honest. Nick railed at me for ten minutes, during which time I honestly didn't know whether he was going to attack me or not.
Ultimately, I managed to get my clothes on and get downstairs. Nick followed me.
I stood outside his house, and he stood on the front door step, still with the knife in his hand.
"If I even see you again, I'm GOING to kill you" he spat at me.
I believed him. I never did see him again, but I hear he got a girl pregnant the next year.
Paul tells me about Nick from time to time. I don't pay that much attention to be honest. I still remember sex with Nick though. I still remember it as about the best sex in my life. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers it the same.
There's one more chapter to come in this story. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Feedback welcome at pervyladuk@yahoo.com