His First

Published on Nov 4, 2005

Gay

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Adam stood looking out the window at the snow falling. The wind rattled the glass and whistled through whatever cracks these old houses offered.

Inside the fire crackling in the fireplace warmed one side of him more then the other which was comrfortable thanks to the central heating.

The hands that rested on his waist made him feel even more warm, they slid around him as the chest moved against his back. He could feel the hair bristling on his smooth skin as his partner moved about.

Then the hands slid down into his jockeys under the cloth and slid to each side where they gently and slowly pushed the elastic banded shorts down off his rounded buttocks and onto his smooth thighs.

They moved the shorts to his knees low enough so that he could lift one leg and push them off the other one.

He was physically naked now and had been emotionally naked since he arrived.

"When you're ready come see me" the deep quiet voice had rumbled through him a week before at the party. Somehow the man knew. He had told no one. Outside of one or two strangers who had touched his penis with hands or lips, and the farm boy classmate he had sucked several times that fall, nobody knew.

Somehow just by looking at the man, letting his eyes lock onto his and perhaps letting the man see him blush, his identity was discovered.

Perhaps it was his erection that gave him away. It kept coming back each time he saw the man, each time the man said "hello again" and the time in the bathroom where they found themselves together.

Actually he had watched and when the man went in, he dashed to go in as well. Normally one person at a time would enter the private bathroom, but he found the door unlocked.

"OH hello again" he saw the man's penis aimed at the toilet and the strong yellow stream that ignored their conversation, hosing out into the porcelin bowl.

"Uh hi, sorry, uh had to go" he stammered.

He never did urinate. The man shook the last drops off and put his penis back into his trousers. "When you're ready come see me" the man whispered so close to his year, he felt the light feather like touch on his ear...at the same time felt eh bass rumble that seemed to make his body vibrate.

"Nice" there was that voice again and the man's hair chest once again pressed against his back and his newly naked buttocks felt the mans erect penis nesting between them, not penetrating but just laying there.

The man moved and let the erect penis feel him.

"Oh god" he gashped.

"You are ready aren't you?" the deep voice asked.

He let himself be guided to the run in front of the fireplace and the cool lotion be rubbed against his butthole.

He sighed at the feeling as his asslips were teased with the man's fingers.

"You are hungry aren't you?" the man said more then asked.

The big hands rested on either side of his buttocks as the man pressed his cockhead into him.

It hurt, he knew it was going to. But as the man sized cock pushed it's way past the resistance, he felt himself falling.

From then on he was a different boy. He was in someone elses control. He was owned by someone. He would obey someone else. He had a purpose he had not known possible.

He lay there looking up at the hairy man above him, the fire's flicker reflected on his fact and chest of black hair.

The rhythm of the mans pistoning in and out of him, pushed him further and further away from his childhood and into an existance he had not known possible yet had come to want and need.

It was his first and his best memory of being turned into a young man by the man who would own him for years to come.

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