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I was 16 the first time I did anything with another guy. It was with my best friend, Stephen. He lived across the street, and we'd do everything together. It happened the summer between our sophomore and senior years.
By the time Stephen got to my house, my mother and brother had both left for work and I was in the kitchen fixing something to eat. He must have gone out shopping with his parents recently because he had on a new shirt, nice silk soccer shorts and was sportin' a new pair of Adidas sneakers. He looked good and seemed to be in an oddly happy mood. Anyway, I fixed lunch and we grabbed some CDs and headed into the attic. We set a routine and decided on a list of songs we each liked to workout to. We got started on the bench press and for some strange reason he couldn't finish his second set of reps, so I started in with Stephen spotting me. He straddled my forehead and lifted the bar off its holders.
"One....two......three.......four...." He counted out for me as I started to breathe hard. I kept feeling him knock into me every time I brought the bar to my chest. As I looked up, I noticed he had a hard-on. Instantaneously my arms got weak and the bar gradually came to rest on my chest. "Come on! Push! One more, you can do it!" With the sound of those commands and the mysterious rise in my shorts, I had to ask him for help raising the bar. When the bar was back in place I couldn't do anything but lay there...breathing heavy and staring at his rather large bulge. The song that was on had slowly started to fade out and I caught some sense of where I was. I became instantly embarrassed and quickly raised up to a sitting position trying to avoid any notice of my own hard-on.
"Dude, it's too hot to work out." He basically pleaded and then plopped down on the couch.
"Yeah, you're right. Why don't we save this shit for later when it gets dark?" I suggested.
He stretched his arms over his head which caused his shorts to ride up a little and I noticed that it didn't look like he had put on any underwear. "Sounds like a plan to me, but whatta' you wanna do then?" I made my way to the couch without him noticing my excitement. We now sat at opposite ends.
"I don't know, whatta' you wanna....dude? Are you wearing underwear?" I couldn't believe I asked. My heart was pounding. He smiled a smile that looked as though something was hidden behind it. "Nope. Why?"
"Oh, well..." His question caught me off guard and I wasn't sure if his hard-on was directed towards me or the cause of numerous nights of pent up hormonal imbalance just popping up at an odd moment. "Um, I kinda caught a glimpse when you were spottin' me and, uhm, I mean you normally wear boxers and I didn't see any..." I let my words fade out like the song in the hopes that the subject would change, but it didn't.
"Dude, feel the material on these shorts! I bought `em this morning and just couldn't deal with boxers."
"Dude, I'm not feeling your fuckin' shorts!" I was ready to burst, both heads! He leaned over and grabbed my hand.
"Just feel `em!" My hand opened up and he placed it, palm down, on his thigh. I was stunned. I couldn't move and I don't think I said a word. "Dude, you gotta get a pair for yourself." He lifted his hand off mine and I was still in awe. I glanced over and noticed his dick was pounding. I couldn't help what came next.
I looked up at him and we caught eyes without a word spoken. My hand gently slid towards his dick and he slouched a little. I grabbed his shorts and the shaft of his cock and gave it a squeeze. It was warm and solid and rather large I thought. My heart almost stopped completely.
"Dude," he said softly and grabbed my face to look at him again. "Come here." With a wave of his finger he motioned me over. He grabbed the back of my head and leaned in for a kiss. My eyes closed and my jaw dropped open. Next thing I knew I was straddling him. My hands captured his ears as I devoured his sweet, soft lips and his warm moistened tongue. His head fell back and I started kissing down his neck, sliding down his chest and lifting his shirt to reveal his tight, smooth stomach. Kneeling on the floor I worked his shorts off which gave way to a gloriously hard, throbbing cock. In no time at all I had wrapped my lips around the head, getting a warm, salty taste that I couldn't explain. Little by little I worked my way down until I had his entire dick in my mouth. He grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust his hips forward, forcing his head down my throat.
"Mmmm..." was the only thing I could mutter.
"Dude, yeah! Suck my dick!" I looked up and noticed his head was still cocked back and his shirt was up just high enough that it exposed his slightly developed chest. With one hand gripping his cock I reached up and started groped at his nipples. I work his shaft diligently and felt a surge between my lips. I supported myself with my one hand on the couch and fixed myself over his cock, trying to attain the juice I knew he needed to set free. With a few tense pulls and the tightening of my lips he let loose. A deep gasp for air was all I heard. He grabbed my hair so forcefully that I thought he was going to rip out two hands full. It came at my as a shock. It was hot, milk-like and had a flavor to it that is indescribable. My only option was to keep sucking until he loosened his grip, (but not that I protested). With the last few spurts, he pulled me up and we began sucking face. Within seconds I was on my back and he was swallowing my cock. Only minutes went by, but I blew my load down his throat so viciously that he gagged a little and had to swallow down a mouthful.
Time stood still. The only noise I heard was the relentless pounding in my chest and the wheezing in my throat. Stephen passed out with his head on my thigh and I dozed off moments later.
When I awoke, Stephen was back on the bench, finally completing his reps. I got up and started to spot him. This time, I was planning on tapping HIS forehead!
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