We drove a ways, through the hills and tree lined streets of Oakland, much of the time I looked out the window, thinking. Neither of use felt awkward or upset or anything, we were just tired and the silence was relaxing; just the rush of the traffic and the humming of the engine. Soon enough, we pulled into a nice neighborhood with very nice houses, and parked right outside one that had an expansive green lawn. "Home sweet home." Andrew smiled again his flawless smile, and we both got out of the car and went into the house. The weather was still distinctively summer, even though it was late September. It was warm out, and very sunny, but this is just the way I liked it. Neither of Andrew's parents were home, and his sister was out too, so we just crashed in his room, blasted some music, and played some X-box. By then we had done allot more talking, so we both felt like we really knew each other, like we had been friends for much longer. We had opened some windows and turned on a fan, and so the noise from the fan made it even more relaxing. Eventually, we turned off the music and games too, so it was just the sounds of the fan and the afternoon outside, and our gentle breathing. I was sitting on his bed, leaning far back against the wall, and he was stretched out on the carpet. "Ah, dude, that was fun today though."
"Yeah, I'm so tired now though..."
"Hey, we never watched that porn. Maybe later?"
"Yeah sure, I'm not really in the mood for it though, honestly... I mean, just watching is never enough." "I know what you mean! Man, sitting on the sidelines never is..."
"Yeah..." I agreed, thinking what to say next.
"Well, for us there's none of that, right? We can take action." I wasn't sure what he meant by this, but I had a feeling he was referencing earlier. He continued, "So, now that you've tried it with a guy, what did you think?"
"...It was... fun, actually. I had a good time, we're buds."
"Cool..." More silence. "Would you, like, do any more than that?" I didn't want to say yes and doom myself, but I also didn't want to turn Andrew away in case he meant having some more fun between us.
"Depends I guess..."
"On what?"
"On who it is, I mean, I would only do that stuff with someone I knew really well, someone who I was chill with..." He nodded as if he understood, and then rolled over onto his back.
"Gosh, I'm so horny."
"Still?"
"Yes! Dude, I was just getting warmed up earlier." I laughed a little at this, but at the same time was nervous about how I should respond.
I went with a basic, "Yeah, me too."
"Really?" He started to get up, stretching lazily like a cat, but with apparent excitement in his voice. My heart jumped, I wanted to have another experience with him, but I still didn't know if I was ready. All these years before I viewed myself as completely straight, but now I knew this wasn't so. I wasn't at all disappointed with this fact; I just needed more time to think about it. But, the moment was upon me, and I could already feel that stir inside me when I felt really hopeful about something.
"Definitely." I stretched my arms behind my head nonchalantly. Andrew walked over to the bed, grabbing a football off his desk and hurling it at me. I caught it, smiling, ready to throw it back, but he came up, climbed onto the bed, and lay on top of me. Stunned, I let the football roll from my fingertips onto the floor, and I just started into Andrew's dark hazelnut eyes. He looked right back, and I could feel the air from his breath touching my face. We stayed like that for a minute, with his muscle heavy body pressed into mine; I could definitively feel our dicks pressing through the material of our jeans. Then, he reached an arm up and ran his hand through my hair. The masculine scent of his cologne and my comfortable position on the bed were making me very calm, and a little drowsy. Finally, in one explosive moment, he leaned in and kissed me. This was the second biggest shock in my life; second only to the move to Oakland. I had been kissed by many girls, but only a handful of them had done so this passionately. I couldn't explain how I felt on the inside, but I felt every moment on the outside clearly. He kept going; it was wet, his trimmed facial hair scratching mine a little, and the power in his movement as our mouths and tongues wrestled. During all this, I felt his other hand come down slide underneath me, grabbing a handful of my ass. Our kissing and groping continued, until pretty soon we were all stripped down into just our boxer-briefs and socks. Our shirts and pants were thrown over at the closet; the bed sheets likewise were discarded. We had gotten pretty rough, almost to the point of wrestling, but heavy though I was, he kept me pinned. Next to go were the boxer-briefs, which were harder to slide off, but we made it fun nonetheless. Now, our mostly stiff cocks were flopping and rubbing gently, our muscled and toned bodies making full, skin on skin, contact. I loved the feeling of his soft body hair brushing against mine, and I loved the pressure of his body on top of mine; I felt safe and comfortable, and very, very horny. He folded his legs, so that he was in a sort of lying crouch on top of me, and started to really massage my pecs, playing especially with my nipples. This was a whole new feeling; it made my dick become full on hard, and I just squeezed his ass even harder. He broke off the kiss, and we were both left gasping for breath. We had done our best to breathe through our noses the whole time, but we were still winded.
"So, I know this is only you're second time, so I won't ask too much of you. I'll let you fuck me first, then we can go from there..." This was a great deal for me, but I didn't know what position to do it in.
"Yeah..." I panted, sitting up while Andrew rummaged through his drawer for a condom. He got out two, tossing one at me, and the other on the bed next to me. He climbed back up, and said just what was on my mind.
"So, what first?"
I shrugged, admitting, "I don't even know the positions for a vagina." He laughed allot at that one. "I mean, I know what they are, but I don't have any experience."
"I'm glad, I've never done a first-timer before... But Terrance, don't sweat it. Just do what feels good for you, man!" I nodded, still unsure, but I unrolled the condom on anyway. I rolled it down to my thick pubes, at the base of my dick, which was throbbing in my hands, I gave it a jerk, then put my arms at my sides, anxiously waiting; the condom was the ribbed kind, already lubed, so I was all set.
"Can I tell you something too, Terrance?"
"Yeah..."
"I've never done it with a guy either... I mean, blowjobs, sure. But this..." He let it sink in. I felt all the more special knowing that he picked me. "So, I don't know what to do either. I know I won't be much good riding it, so, let's start off with good old doggy style...?"
I grinned, "Sounds good!" I maneuvered over into position behind Andrew, who gave a nervous sigh and bent down, kneeling on all fours. I shuffled a little closer to him, placing my hands on his hips, aiming my cock at his anus, which was slightly dusted with hair. The head of my dick was just about touching his hole; I hesitated, realizing this would be the end of my virginity.
"And, dude, don't worry, I keep it so clean!" He looked over his shoulder, smiling. I wasn't worried in the first place, his body smelled so clean and his skin was soft, so I knew he would keep even the tender areas clean.
"Me too." I was, actually, exactly the same way. He winked, and then looked back down at the bed, tilting his head down.
"Ok, just go, I'm ready. Just... Be gentle..." I was surprised to hear something like this coming from such a stud, but I could sympathize with him. I pressed my head against his anus, and slowly pushed until the tip went it. It was a very, very tight squeeze, and inside the condom my foreskin slid back. I heard only a quiet whimper from him. I gripped his sides heavily, and resumed pushing. My dark shaft slid in slowly; experiencing the tightness of his butt hole, and the warm, supple skin on the inside. All was quiet, except for the rustling plastic sound of the protection as my manhood gained admittance to his virgin ass. When I had put all of it in to the base, and my front met his behind, he let out a loud gasp.
"We're you holding you're breath the whole time?" He just nodded; his eyes shut and his face a little red. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you slow." I rested one hand on his muscled shoulder in a comforting gesture. My attention turned back to the amazing feeling in my crotch, where I was getting a whole lot of butt. I leaned back, pulling my cock out halfway, then I pushed forward again. I started very slow, enjoying the delicate sensation up and down my shaft, but soon it was not enough for me. When I figured he was loosened up a little, I pulled out almost completely, then thrusted forward hard. Like a battering ram, my front slammed into his ass with a loud clap; my dick shoved right back in, and my scrotum swung and bumped his, which was hanging between his legs. At this, he gave a cry, so I stopped for a second. "Too rough? Do you want me to-"
"No! Just go!" At his command, I repeated the big thrusts a few more times, then I switched to speed. It was easy to go fact in doggy, and in a few minutes, I was fucking him so fast and hard that the bed was shaking. We were lubed up nicely, so I slid in and out of him with ease. Our bodies made loud contact with every push, and the amazing feeling that was taking over me was nothing I had ever experienced. Sure, it felt amazing in the crotch to fuck the shit out of someone, much better than my pillow, but it was even more than that. I was happy because I knew Andrew was, which was evident by his undertone grunts and moans. Our stamina from football could have let us do this all day, but for variety's sake, we switched things up. I slowed down at his signal, and pulled out, waiting for him to make the next switch. He flipped onto his back, and laid near the edge of the bed, so his rump was right at it. I stood up this time, lining myself up to his behind once more, and threw his legs over my shoulders.
"Reverse doggy, huh?" He only smiled, which meant he was ready for more action. I popped my dick back into his ass, it was a little easier the second time, and started to butt-thump him once more. Standing up was a whole new experience, and I loved the fact that his package would knock into my belly with each bang. I used one hand to massage Andrew's ripped chest and abs, and the other I casually played with his dick. Sometimes he would throw back his head and grunt, but often he would be looking right at me with a look of complete pleasure. When he did this, our eyes would meet, and I would be captivated by his manly charge. Everything about him made me want to fuck him even harder; so I did. We switched up the position a few more times, each a little bit different then the last, but we finally ended up with him bent over the side of the bed with me still fucking the shit out of his bubble butt, with my knees slightly bent. By this time, we both were grunting and panting, and I knew I had reached my limit. I was sure that plenty of pre-cum had filled up the condom already, and that deep and tingling feeling was at its peak between my thighs. "I'm-uh-r-ready"
"Do it Terrance." He sounded determined, so I kept pounding him out until the absolute final breaking point. I was out of breath and my front hurt from hitting his ass so much, but I didn't let him down. Loads of hot semen filled the condom as I orgasmed. It was the most wonderful feeling I could remember, the sensation of orgasm inside of him made it what it was. After the sensation started to lessen, and my cock became a little floppy, I pulled out and collapsed on the bed. It was truly hard work fucking someone, especially someone so adamant as Andrew. But, I was very pleased, and as happy as I could remember. I lay on my stomach, but I reached a hand under and deftly pulled off the protection, tossing it at the pile of our clothes. I was so wrapped up in my own satisfaction, that I momentarily forgot to see how Andrew was feeling, when suddenly I felt a pressure between my butt cheeks. I had barely registered the ripping sound of a condom package moments before, but I already knew what it was. With a grin, I looked over my shoulder to see Andrew smiling and kneeling over me with his meaty manhood poked between my cheeks.
"I guess it's my turn."
"Hell yeah it is! You have got to feel what I felt!" At first, I thought he meant the pain, but as I was soon to discover, it was just the opposite. I folded my arms, resting my chin on them, and opened my legs a ways. He leaned in, and repeated the same process as I had before. His penis was, I knew, much bigger than mine, so I was afraid I got the bad end of the deal. It was really painful when he first jammed it in; his mushroom head was wide enough, and the length of his shaft was a whole different story. I gasped and winced much more than he did, but he just kept pushing it in, reassuring me, "Hang in there, big guy." My heart skipped a beat when I felt his shaft slide all the way in. It felt weird, having something so thick and stiff, yet soft and warm, inside of my anus. He kept it deep in my hole for a minute, letting my soak in the experience. The initial pain was gone for the moment, and instead it felt very good; but I knew when he started thrusting it would be back to hell. I thought he was going to start with some slow thrusts, but instead he just started banging me at top speed. His cock pumped in and out of my butt, he was laying me with full body contact and heavy, rapid thrusts. Of course, I yelled. It was agony at first, I thought I was going to bust, but because I was hitting me so hastily, I acclimated to it faster. In under a minute, the pain was gone again, and I was yelling with joy instead. He was overpowering me with his whole body, all muscle and masculinity, he kept me firm against the bed while he fucked me, quite better than I fucked him. I lay there and took it like a champ, all the while grunting with stunned delight. We only accomplished two positions, but it didn't make it any less enjoyable than when I did him. We switched near the end to reverse doggy, with my legs over his shoulders, and my junk getting jacked by his spare hand. His other was wandering just like mine had with him; he rubbed my pecs and stomach, and squeezed my thighs. By now, my dick was rock hard again, and he seemed to have fun playing with my foreskin as well as fully fisting me. Through it all, he continued to bang me; I couldn't help but be keen on the slapping sound when our bodies met. "I fucking love a guy with an uncut cock." He said this with little breaks in his voice because of his panting. "Terrance, you're whole body... you... you're just perfect." As he said this last part, his face scrunched up, his eyebrows knitting and his teeth barred. I knew the look well, and was sure of it once I felt something hot fill my ass. Although he was still wearing a condom, I could feel it filling up, and the heat of his cum was evident too. He gave a tremendous groan, and kept thrusting for as long as he could, all the while still rubbing my dick.
His orgasm triggered mine, so for the third time that day, I blew my load. It went onto my belly and over his hands, but he was focused on his own cock. I felt his manhood become floppy and not so stiff, and I felt him slide it out of me. As he was settling himself back on the bed, I reached under my leg and put two fingers at the rim of my anus. I easily slid them both into my hole, which told me that I had been stretched out a good deal. This made the experience even more erotic for me, and it was topped off when Andrew asked me to lick off his dick.He was knelt beside me, and I was laying down, when he pulled off his condom and let allot his semen drip out of the plastic and onto his shaft. He swung in my direction, asking, "Please, dude. I want to feel my cock in your mouth." Although I was worn out after three amazing orgasms already, I reached up and with a fist, grabbed the base of his dick. I leaned in and just took the whole thing in my mouth; well, as far as I could go. I couldn't deep throat it, but I sucked him all the way to where my hand was gripping him. Once again, I tasted the salty-sweet and delicious honey-like texture of his semen. The feeling of his throbbing penis, once again hard and full, in my mouth and on my tongue came right after having it in my ass, on the pleasure scale. The taste and warmth of his skin too was great, but I was completely exhausted after five straight minutes of sucking. He quickly returned the favor, just by licking up the mess on my own goods. It felt funny, because he was only using his tongue, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
After this long and strenuous session of fuck, we collapsed side by side on the bed. In case Andrew's family was to abruptly arrive home, we threw on our T's and boxer-briefs, but didn't bother with our jeans. After a few minutes in silence, Andrew spoke, "Terrance, I want you to know..."
He paused, so I turned my head to look at him, "Yeah?"
"You're not just my tool, we're not just fuck buds. I mean, we are, but it's deeper than that... I guess I'm just trying to say... I found a real friend in you..."
This topped off my incredible day like good foam in a glass of beer. "Thanks, man. I'm glad we're friends." We lay there, talking for a while longer, about anything really. It was getting late in the day, though, so I packed up, and he offered to drive me home. That night, when I was back in my bed, still very sore on the ass, I realized that I had found my home. Andrew had shown me that I was in with him, as well as the other guys. I slept very soundly that night...