Where it happened: Guest Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Ok, first, let me point something out. I am bisexual. The story of my first time is with a boy. We were
both underage. If you don’t like that kind of stuff, then don’t read it. Okay. On with the story.
It was my freshman year in high school, and I was in love. I was in love with a couple people, actually,
a guy and a girl. The girl (the one I let people know I liked) was named Bella. She had gorgeous red
hair, a slim body, and not-too-bad breast sizes. She was a year older than me, a sophomore. I had only
met her that year, and I already liked her. Unfortunately, I’m not very good at keeping who I like on
the down-low, and she found out, not when I told her, but just because it was so obvious.
Then there was Joel. I’d had a crush on him since, actually, I don’t even know how long ago it was. I
think possibly sixth grade, but I didn’t know I was bi back then, and I was so clueless I hadn’t a
single clue that I liked him. Joel is short, during freshman year he finally reached 5 feet. He had
really short, brown hair (hair that I loved to mess up). He used to cut it really short, like
practically a buzz cut, every other year. I don’t think he does that now. He wasn’t that well built, but
I wouldn’t call him a weakling. He even had a shirt that said, “Small But Mighty”. He was so cute. Joel
and I were both percussionists, and both drummers, and both pretty good (he was better than me, but he
had like 3 years of drum lessons on top of me).
I never really thought that Joel liked me. Like, ever. He sometimes made fun of me, but he was always
joking. I knew when he was being serious or just fooling around. He was always making cracks about my
mother wearing leather, me playing sex video games, and others. I laughed along, because they were
funny.
The day he confessed his love for me utterly magical. I was getting my stuff ready from my band locker
(I never used my regular locker) when he snuck up behind me and jumped on top of me, screaming, “RAWR!”
He knocked me to the ground, not because he was so heavy that I couldn’t hold him up (he was actually
under 100 lbs, the little cutie), but because the sudden impact was so uncalled for, that I didn’t have
time to react. The whole way down we were laughing. We lay on the floor there for a minute, and I stared
into his beautiful eyes. He stared back at me, like a man who had laid his eyes upon the sun for the
first time after years of blindness. He smiled at me, his adorable buck teeth sticking out just a little
bit like they always do. I smiled back, then told him, “I’m gonna miss my bus.” He giggled at my lisp.
He had never done that before, maybe make fun of me for it (jokingly of course), but never giggle
uncontrolably at it.
“I wanna come home with you,” he said. “You know, hang out.” I could feel my face getting hotter. I
quickly had to turn away so he wouldn’t see the blood rushing to my face. I knew he had, though, because
he laughed again. “C’mon!” he begged. “Pweeeeaaase!” I turned around and saw him on his side, his hands
reaching out to me a bit and staring at me with puppy dog eyes. I could NOT resist those.
I sighed, and quickly thought about the days plans. I didn’t have anything up today. It was Friday, my
only free day. Monday I took Karate classes, Tuesday I had Indoor Drumline practice, Wednesday was drum
lessons, Thursday was more drumline practice, and Friday was free, except for my parents going to
Fencing, and I had to watch my little brother while they were gone. I shurgged. “You can come home with
me on my bus, but if my mom doesn’t want you to stay, then you’ll have to find your own way home.
Uh…you’re mom’s okay with this, right?”
“I called her before I jumped on you,” he said, laughing once again at the silly moment.
“Ok, then let’s go.”
We took my bus home to my bus stop, sitting together on the ride. We talked about a lot of things – him
breaking up with his girlfriend, my crush on Bella, any girls he liked (or boys, I remember asking, as a
joke, even though I was honestly curious to see if he was interested in men), and more. We got off at my
bus stop and continued walking home. It was Frebruary, and it was cold, so we huddled together for
warmth. I told him I was glad to finally have somebody to share body heat with. “My feet are always numb
when I get home,” I said. He smiled and agreed.
My mom had no problem with Joel staying over for the day. My brother had a sleepover to go to with his
friend, so we had the entire house to ourselves when my parents went out.
After my parents left, he took me up into my room and closed the door. He instinctively tried to lock
it, but my door had no lock. So he sighed and told me to sit on my bed.
“Benji,” he said. That was a nickname I’d gone by since, like, pre-K. I’d outgrown it and asked them all
to just call me Ben, but most of the people I’d known still called me that, just because either 1.)
they’d not hear me say I wanted to be called just Ben, or 2.) they just weren’t used to calling me that,
so they didn’t, or they forgot.
“Yeah, Joel?”
“I have a confession to make.” He crept closer to me, and brought his face closer and closer to mine. My
heart started thudding at an incredibly fast tempo, and my breathing was almost to the point of
hyperventilation. I swallowed and tried to catch my breath.
“Go on,” I managed to choke out.
Then he brought his lips to my forehead, then down to my nose, and finally, my lips. He weaved in and
out, breathing through his nose as he kissed me. (He’d obviously done this many times before — unlike
me, who’d never kissed anybody besides my parents in my entire life — because he was so good, and could
keep breathing while he made out with me, while I remained breathless.) I eventually had to get him off
me to breathe.
“I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he said, after I’d caught my breath.
“How long?” I asked.
He pondered for a moment. “Since the beginning seventh grade.”
“But what about Sarah?” That was his girlfriend.
“I loved her, too. But, like I said, we broke up.”
“But how could you go out with Sarah, when you loved me, too.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t think you would say yes if I asked you out. I didn’t think you liked me very
much. You barely talked to me.”
“That’s because I was too nervous. I had a crush on you back then, you know?”
His eyes lit up. “Really?” He sounded excited. I loved making him happy. I nodded. “How do you feel
about me now?” The excitement faded in his voice when he asked.
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed his shirt (it was gray and said, “Got Drums?”), pulling him closer to me.
When his nose touched mine, I slowly tilted my head back and kissed him. I thought I had already gotten
pretty good, for my second kiss.
Then something poked me in the Belly button. Joel was so much shorter than me, and we were face to face.
I instantly knew what it was. His face got red. I smiled. Then my pecker stood at attention, too.
“You really wanna do that?” He asked, when he noticed my erection.
I nodded.
I had to admit, for something that I’d wanted to do with his for so long, I was pretty damn nervous. I
took him into the spare bedroom. It had a queen sized bed, instead my itty-bitty twin bed. He began
stripping, and I watched, smiling. He started with his shirt. My dick, which was getting soft at the
time, immediately began to get harder when I saw his flat chest. I know, most of you people probably
wouldn’t think it was very hot, but I loved it. When he took his pants off, and I saw his boxers (they
were blue plaid, which was really adorable), I saw his erection. It was small. I estimated about 3
inches, and cut (which I liked). I didn’t really care, I loved him anyway. I’m not shallow. Then he took
his boxers off, and my tool was throbbing with anticipation. He threw his clothes on the floor by the
door. “Your turn,” he said, smiling, and hopped on the bed.
I got up and started taking my clothes. Joel’s dick stood at full attention when he saw my 6-inch cut
cock. “Wow!” He said. “That thing is huge!” I blushed.
We started off slow, and I sucked his cock. He ruffled my hair while I gave him a blow job. He said it
was like I’d been doing this for years. I told him it wasn’t too hard to suck on a cock that small, and
he pulled my hair a bit. I immediately apologized, kissed his cheek, and continued sucking.
He gribbed my hair after a couple minutes of sucking, and I knew what that meant. I pulled away just in
time for him to shoot cum across the bed and onto the pillow. Then he sucked me off. I ruffled his hair,
as he did to me, and gribbed it when it was time for me to ejaculate, only he didn’t pull away. He
continued sucking until I came right in his mouth. He swallowed all of it, licking his lips when he was
done. “Yum,” he said. I giggled, and tried to keep from gagging. Even though I’d wanted to taste his
cum, the thought out it still made me a bit sick. I had really bad gag reflexes.
Now that we were all lubed up on saliva, he sat on top of me, my dig slipping into his backside. I
moaned as he did. It obviously didn’t hurt him. He’d done this before. I was immediately jealous that he
would take my virginity and I wouldn’t take his. But I was in too much of a bliss to even think about
it.
We continued fucking and sucking and jacking each other off until we came so many times, that it
completely turned our brains off to sex. We lay there naked on my guest bedroom, covered in cum, panting
to try to catch our breath from the amazing experience.
“I can’t. Beleive. We just. Did that.” I said through pants.
“Yeah,” he said. “And after. I prmised. My mom. I wouldn’t. Do it. Anymore.”
“Your mom knows?” I asked, utterly surprised. He nodded.
“I did it with Sarah like, a million times.” He laughed weakly.
“You got checked for STD’s, right?” I asked, now even more nervous than ever.
“Yeah.” he said. “I’m clean. How about you?”
“I’ve never done it with anybody…I don’t think I have anything.”
He started breathing a little faster then.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel too good.”
“It’s all in your head. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get checked tomorrow and let you know.”
He nodded, and we walked off to go take a shower. We had to get all this cum off of us, somehow, right?
We took a shower together, admiring each others bodies as we did. After we were clean, we made out as
the water poured over us. Then we got dressed and got to work on cleaning up the spare room.
We didn’t get anything on anything but us, the sheets, and the pillowcases, so all we had to do was clean the really easily-noticed stuff off, and then throw the rest in the wash. We were lazy, so we just threw it in the hamper for my mom to take care of.
The next day, I pretended to be sick and went to the doctor to get checked. I was clean. He asked why I wanted to get checked. I answered, “Just so I can know if I’m ready,” and sniffed (I had said I had a cold). He bought it. For a doctor, he wasn’t too good at picking things up quickly.
I called Joel when we got home, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. We didn’t do it too much anymore, only from time to time. Since we were boyfriends, I stopped paying attention to Bella. Well, I mean, she was my friend, so I hung out with her, but that’s all we were: friends. Joel and I ended up breaking up before we went off to college. We said that we should try to live normal lives: find a girl to get married or just knock up. We said we’d get back together eventually, but we still haven’t. I’m in my fourth year of college, and still jack off to Joel a lot. We keep in touch, and he keeps telling me how much he misses me. We never really talked about our first time, except when we were together alone, but usually we just made out and said, “God, how much I’ve missed this.” We’re good friends, now, me and Joel, and I’ve got a girl of my own. She was the only one who knew about my first time with Joel, until now. I still think about Joel, and she doesn’t mind. She lets me have my fun. What an understanding girlfriend, that Bella.
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