DISCLAIMER: Stories involving sex between consenting adults aren't for everyone, especially when both of the partners happen to be guys. If the preceding statement applies to you, then don't read any further and you won't be offended. On the other hand, if you like that sort of thing and there are no laws against it where you live, why not spend a few minutes and lose yourself in my world.
Show -- Don't Tell
Do you ever get asked about your first time having sexual relations with another guy? I do, all the time. It seems to be one of the most popular questions these days. It's as if somehow your character can be gauged by a singular moment from the past. I'm not sure I buy that, yet I cannot explain the trend either.
As for me, I'm not quite ready to share that chapter of my life with you yet. In fairness we've just met and it is after all a bit personal, wouldn't you say? You seem disappointed, don't deny it I've seen that look in you before. Perhaps since you're not going to be deterred that easily, and I don't want you going away in a huff, I'll make a substitution instead.
After all, you've read this far and you're entitled to something, right? I see your point; perhaps a compromise is in order. Would you settle for my most recent escapade? I'll take that as an affirmative since you are still reading and I'll tell you about it now.
I went to the cinema to see that new movie last week. You know the one I'm talking about, that space saga that started long, long ago (well about four years before I was born at least). I was at the latest showing possible and I went by myself. Now I know what you're thinking, no one goes to the movie theater by himself, especially so late at night. The truth is I have been so busy with working overtime trying to get back on my feet financially after a particularly rough year, that I had barely taken time for anything else. When I finally made up my mind to actually go out and do something, no one else was available on a Sunday night. So I went alone.
I had only been to the new theater a couple of times since it re-opened. The original cinema had been unchanged for about forty years and featured only two screens. The main show was always downstairs and a secondary film played in the loft upstairs. With the new multi-screen arena, I had my choice of ten different attractions, not to mention a bevy of arcade games and a whole host of overpriced concession stands. Being budget conscious I paid for my ticket, bypassed the food lines and took my seat in air-conditioned comfort.
About ten minutes before the movie started a young guy came in and took a seat two places away from me. He seemed to be looking around as if trying to find someone he was looking for or perhaps just taking in the architecture. When no one joined him I concluded it was the novelty of the building that was turning his head. I knew how he felt, the new theater was much more comfortable but old place had something that the pretentiousness of technology could not replicate, it had heart.
While I was thinking that I must have been staring right at him the entire time. When I finally returned to my senses it occurred to me that the young man was smiling in my direction and not at all bothered by the attention I had unwittingly shown him.
"I am here for the first time tonight", he offered, still smiling. He spoke with gentle accent, Spanish probably but not like anything I had heard before. It caught me by surprise actually. He was cute too; tanned skin, short dark hair and eyes about five eight and a hundred and fifty pounds. At first glance I had put him at about seventeen years old due to his baby face but as I sat studying him more closely I could tell he was a little older than that.
"Yeah, me too I haven't seen this one either but I saw part one a few years ago", I replied and thought about it for a second. It was funny but for many of the people in the cinema it was actually the fifth episode they had seen having been around for the original series.
"No, I think for me is first time for movie in Canada. I didn't even know it was other part," he explained. His English was not perfect but it was easy enough to understand and his smile was so brilliant that it was hard for me not to try hard to accommodate. He went on to tell me that he was twenty-one, from Venezuela and was planning on studying civil engineering in the fall at the University of Toronto. During the summer he was staying with his cousins here in town and wanted to learn as much about North American culture as he could in the meantime. I was enjoying hearing about his adventures so far when he suddenly stood up.
"I should had popcorn soon", he said as he stepped past me on his way towards the aisle. He had on a black short sleeve top and blue jeans and I noticed when he was closer to me he had a firm butt and tight musculature. He wasn't bulky by any means but his body seemed well defined, like that of a soccer player. He had a wholesome clean smell to him, a mixture of soap and some cologne I had never encountered before. I admired the view as he left and found myself staring at the place where I last saw him until he returned.
The previews were playing by the time he got back and he selected the seat right beside mine this time and sat down. Before the feature started he offered me some of his popcorn and I accepted. I hadn't planned on eating anything but it smelled so good that I couldn't refuse his generosity. To be truthful it seemed to be more than just that. There was lots of eye contact between us, he was very forward and confident, not shy about sharing with a stranger. I definitely felt as though there was a connection forming. Usually straight guys won't look directly at you for long periods of time while you are talking but he thrived on it. When he offered me a sip of his drink from the same straw I was almost completely convinced. Perhaps it was just a South American custom that I was reading too much into? I pondered that thought a while then lost it as the main presentation started.
As the night progressed, our elbows shared the same armrest and our legs were pressed against each other. Halfway through the movie, I slipped my feet out of my sandals and gently brushed my toes against the side of his leg, lifting his pant leg slightly. He rested his hand on top of my thigh and left it there. It doesn't sound like much contact but when you consider the place was very busy that night it was pretty bold.
I was totally distracted then and I couldn't wait for the movie to end. This one was over two hours long, and I knew I would have to repeat it because my attention was elsewhere from then on. As the credits rolled and the house lights came up, I leaned towards him and asked him if he wanted to go someplace with me.
He nodded slightly and looked around nervously as we stood up to leave. I pulled his shirt towards me and we walked out the back exit away from the rest of the crowd. That exit led directly to the parking lot and beyond that a small wooded area. He followed me into the woods along a thin trail until we came to a clearing about ten metres away. Sometimes teenagers used this area to drink beer under age, but when we got there it was deserted.
"I think it is possibly same as you that we like each other?" he asked breathing heavily. "But I am serious guy I don't want to advertise about my sexuality. My family does not know this, can you keep it my secret please?"
I told him I would and he flashed that same smile again.
"I guess Canada will have many first times", he laughed and I wondered if he had ever even been with a guy before. I didn't want to make the wrong assumption so I asked him point blank what he was interested in. He told me quickly that he used to have a friend and they would jerk off together and had always wanted to do that again. I agreed but suggested we could do each other instead.
Neither of us wasted any time taking our pants down. My cotton shorts dropped to the dirt and I slid my white briefs down to my ankles, kicked off my sandals and stepped free of my clothing one foot at a time. He undid the zipper on his jeans and lowered them to his knees together with a skimpy pair of thin black underwear.
He had a nice-sized cock at about six and half inches uncut. The foreskin was tight to the head of his penis and retracted slightly. We were both already quite hard. I could see the wetness glisten from his tip as if from anticipation. His balls were tight beneath the base of his dick and it stood stiffly at a forty-five degree angle from his sparsely haired body. I took the length of his tool in my hand and stroked it gently, savoring the response I got as it twitched in my grip. He did likewise and began working his grasp steadily faster along my shaft, while his other hand explored the hair on my chest. I followed his lead and increased my pace to match his, while my left hand found its way beneath his sack and fingered the area just before his ass.
"It must be too long since the last time", he sighed as I felt his nuts jump up and his legs push closer together, trapping my fingers. I guess it really had been a long time for him or he was just exceptionally horny because he barely lasted few minutes more before he was shooting streams of thick cum into the night air.
I think I surprised him a little when I licked the trail of his cum off of my hand. He had made so much so quickly that I almost lost the opportunity to save some for myself. He started apologizing for losing it so soon but I told him not to worry, there was time for more. Instead he offered to make it up to me somehow. I told him it wasn't a big deal at all but when he said he wanted to suck my dick to make things right, I wasn't about to argue with that, polite or not.
He pulled me over towards a tree stump and had me stand on it. My cock was just about at the level of his face and he lowered his mouth onto it and began sucking hard and deep. I could tell at once that he had never done it before although what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. Initially, he seemed to pause as my head hit the back of his throat but as he persisted he gradually relaxed and was able to take it deeper without hesitation. His head bobbed furiously, swallowing my knob to the hilt and releasing it almost to the tip as his tongue swirled around my head and all along the length of my shaft. Despite his inexperience or perhaps because of it, I really got into the way my thick cock parted his tender red lips and stretched his cheeks to accommodate the size. He kept his eyes wide open and looked up at me often as if for approval.
His hands started pumping my ass full force, driving my dick into his eager mouth. The swooshing sound of my cock as it pistoned in and out of his lips was getting louder and it punctuated the silence of the night. In the parking lot, most of the cars were gone, although a few idled in the distance waiting. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the ecstasy that was building.
I warned him before I was about to cum because I wasn't sure how committed he was, but he didn't seem to want to pull away. He caught the first round just inside his mouth then I think he had a change of heart as he let my dick slide out and the rest dribbled out onto the ground as he maintained a firm hold on the base of my penis.
I noticed he didn't spit anything out though and when I was done he gave me one final lick across the tip of my penis and swallowed that droplet as well. All along I had been whispering encouragement to him and when he finished I told him I wanted to return the favor and offered him a blowjob too.
"No, there is less time now I must go before I am found out," he begged. The regret in his voice seemed genuine and only one car remained in the lot.
Quickly, he acknowledged that while he wanted to stay he could not risk having to explain himself to his family. I hoped he didn't just suddenly regret what we had done.
I got down off the stump and grabbed up my own discarded clothing as he struggled to fasten his pants. Before he could leave I stole a kiss from him and said I hoped we could meet again. I told him my name and asked him his.
He faltered then and said with purpose, "If my name is known by you, people could ask how you learned it?" I tried to assure him if we ever did see each other again; he could just approach me if he wanted to and that I wouldn't betray his secret. He thanked me, put his arm part way around my waist and shook his head before he ran off alone towards the parking lot. A few steps before the asphalt he stopped and turned.
"Friend, my name is Javier!" and at that he ran off directly to the waiting vehicle. I stayed within the cover of the trees so as not to give away his secret. I remained there until after he had pulled away. I'm not sure I'll ever see Javier again, so I don't think he'd mind me telling you now^Å
In real life things never go perfectly well, but occasionally if you're lucky they are pretty good for a moment or two. Sometimes people you meet ever so briefly have a way of restoring your faith in the world. Some of the details of this story have been fictionalized but the feeling is the same.
Chad Prescott.