Teenage Encounters 1: First Encounter
submitted January 3, 2012
The following series is a continuing series of fantasies which i have been experiencing for a few years about some of my classmates from my school life. Names have been changed. Hope you enjoy and i would appreciate your feedback. Thanks. Please don't reprint it, in part or in whole, without permission.
First point. I had always known I was different. I had always been attracted to guys but I had never told another soul about my feelings.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I was on my way to Brad Thomas’s 18th birthday party. I didn’t even know why he had invited me, after all, most of the others going were the jocks from his sports teams. But I was happy because I’d been secretly crushing on him for a while. Although, I wasn’t about to divulge that to him.
Every sports lesson, I stiffened partially while admiring his unique build. Toned muscles bulged from every aspect of his anatomy - the results (no doubt) of endless working out and his strict fitness regime. He was definitely in good shape and physically fit. And fit. In fact, those days I had gym, I usually found myself wanking off over him, because the part of his anatomy which interested me the most was, without doubt, his penis. Twice a week, I got to see his Bench boxers with a very revealing bulge, which I enjoyed gazing at. Second best, even though his imprint left nothing to the imagination, if I followed the line of hair leading from his pubic hair upwards, I could see his bulging six-pack which must have taken much effort to perfect. It was hard earned. His physique had changed much in the six years I had known him, and I had fancied him all that time. Six years ago he had muscles but they were no rival to the muscles in his present state. He was a totally different person. I could remember when his enormous muscles and gigantic bugle had been almost non-existent.
Inside, I quickly became bored. No one had spoken to me and I was ready to leave when I saw Brad leave his friends and walk towards me, one hand in his left pocket. When he reached me he was smiling, ‘So how’s it going?’ he said, smirking broadly at me, which slightly unnerved me. ‘Um, its ok, I suppose. I’ll be honest, I’m a bit bored.’ I said, chuckling and he followed suit. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said ‘I’ll get rid of them soon. Be ready for me.’ He pointed a finger to gesture upstairs. He withdrew his hand from his pocket and clasped mine, as if he was shaking it, and when he let go, there was an object in my hand. I looked at it and hastily hid it in my pocket. Brad had just given me a condom.
My mind rushed, the object in my briefs stirring in unprecedented excitement. My fantasy seemed as if it was becoming reality. I slowly withdrew from the living room where the party was being held and headed upstairs when the coast was clear, and into what had to be Brad’s room. I prepared to wait for him to get rid of his jock friends and see what happened.
Whilst I waited, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to explore my surroundings. I opened one of the drawers of his bedside cabinet and found a couple of boxes of ultra-thick condoms. This set my mind into action, questioning every new discovery. It was a well-known fact that gay men use extra thick condoms to ensure safe sex in tight arses but could it possibly be true. Was Brad gay or did he just want to hold off his climax? I doubted that I would ever find out. He was probably playing a joke on me and would burst in, in a minute with all his friends. This scenario would become the next reason for the jocks to laugh at me. Whatever the reason, it was nonetheless good that Brad lived alone. His parents had died a few years ago, and had left everything to him. Brad was rich and isolated. But, unlike me, he no longer had restraints on his freedom by strict parents. I opened another drawer and shocked myself with its content. On the surface was a stack of his favoured Bench boxers but as I moved them aside, I uncovered a box of pills. Brad had Viagra! I instantly tried to fathom why. In case of emergency? Did Brad have trouble getting it up?
But also concealed was a pile of long tubes - masturbators! I took them out one by one, Deep Throat Cup, Rolling Head Cup, Double Hole Cup. The writing was starting to fade so I took this to mean that they had a lot of use. Imagining Brad using them began to turn me on. Aware of this, I shut the drawer and waited for the erection to retreat. Just over a minute later, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I glanced at a clock. It was 9:37PM.
The door opened and in walked Brad, who immediately shut it, pulled a key from his right jean pocket and locked it. He looked at me and licked his lips. ‘Hey babes!’ He said, making me smile at his use of his regular greeting, which was usually said jokingly but I noticed there was something different this time, and he sat on the bed beside me. ‘So, you probably have questions, yeah?’
I could hold it in no longer. ‘Yes, I do. Like why did you invite me here? Is this some kind of joke? And are you gay?’ He looked at me slyly. ‘Sorry. I know that’s personal stuff which you don’t have to tell me , unless you want to.’ I began staring into his blue eyes.
‘I invited you here to my house, and this party, because, yes, I am gay and I think you are fit!’ He looked past me to his drawers, one of which was slightly open. ‘Damn!’ I thought, cursing myself. He had obviously seen it and realised what I must have seen. He was speechless for a second longer before, continuing. ‘I notice you’ve been in my drawer, eh? Don’t worry, I can get hard, babe. Just as much as any other guy. That’s just in case the scenario arises where I have to fuck a woman. Can’t have it getting around that I can’t satisfy a lady or people might guess about me. I can’t lose the credibility of my friends if they find out. I’ve seen how gays are treated on TV and read about it online. Its horrible.’ He placed a hand on the bed, near mine but not too close. ‘So, anyway, did you like what you saw?’ I didn’t need a second to answer. I smiled and replied. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I did.’
‘And are you gay too?’ he asked me, honestly, all jokiness put aside.
‘Yeah, I am. But don’t tell anyone else. And I won’t tell anyone about you.’
‘Neither will I. It’d be torture if anyone knew.’ He stood up and peered out of the window. ‘I’ve thought about it. I’d have to move away if anyone found out. I couldn’t face it.’
“Me either, although I wouldn’t be able to move away. Must be convenient to be rich. You could move away and I’d have to face the wrath of the homophobes.” Brad turned and smiled at me before walking towards me and sitting on the bed again. He leaned toward me and stroked the side of my face. I found myself happy inside at his tender touch. Then he kissed me, taking me by surprise. But, it was a pleasant surprise. My first proper kiss ever.
“Before we do something we regret, I have to know. Do you want this?” Brad asked me, openly and I pondered for no more than a second. I nodded and moved in for the kill. I kissed him back. Then we began to snog and I stoked his face with one hand and with the other, I stroked his leg from his knee to his thigh and made sure I was careful to stop before his groin to tease him for a while. I opened my mouth at the exact time he opened his and we began to explore with our tongues. After a minute, I withdrew and moved my head away I started slowly licking his face all over.
Meanwhile, my hand rose up from Brad’s leg, wanting to touch every part of his body, rising to his throat. I stroked his neck gently and felt his Adams apple rise and fall as he swallowed. And as he murmured ‘That feels so nice’, I could feel it vibrating with each syllable. Without being fully aware of what I was doing, my hands began removing Brads tie. It were as if I had no control over them. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he ruffled his hands through my hair playfully. I paused to imitate him and my hand brushed against his thick, tousled hair. I returned to undressing him and when all his buttons were undone, I slid the shirt off from his muscular shoulders. He tossed it to the floor.
I slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. I removed his shoes and socks whilst admiring his six-pack and his fully toned rippling pecs. He looked like a god in human form. And I would definitely worship him. I leant forward and wrapped my mouth around the bulge in his jeans, feeling his dick reacting beneath. I reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and chucking them away with disinterest. Walking away from the obvious tent in his boxers, I went to the other side of the bed, obviously confusing Brad, who watched me intently. I kissed him again, this time our faces upside-down to one another and he began stroking my face. After a minute of doing this, I plucked up my courage and moved back around the bed, positioning myself on his lap. His beast rose a fraction, before pausing. I began tenderly touching him all over his chest, starting with his pecs and then his rippling six pack which I explored intently. I bent over slightly and began gently licking his larynx and he groaned in delight. I moved my tongue down to his pecs and gently nibbled on his nipples which encouraged a massive reaction, sending his cock out of control, straining in his boxers, positioned against my arse. There was not the slightest wavering. I slid off my shirt and trousers and he began eyeing up my semi in my boxers as he stroked my chest, until my cock was sticking out at slightly more than a right angle, rock solid. I watched his cock, urging to be free and unchained by the fabric, mine yearning for the same, inside my own boxers. My imprint was just over half the size of Brads, and I knew that he had noticed but he didn’t seem displeased so my confidence grew.
I gripped his boxers firmly and slid them down, revealing his knob in all its glory. He did the same to me and we slid them off completely and chucked them aside, lost in the moment. I pushed on his chest, sending him to a laying position on the bed, and I repositioned myself, slowly going down on his groin. His cock must have been at least 8-3/4inches compared to my 7inches. I slowly took his cock in my hand, and tenderly began to slide his foreskin over his head. He moaned quietly and quivered at my touch on his most sensitive organ. I stopped after a few minutes, tracing a finger along the thick vein running down the shaft, before taking the entire head of his penis into my eager mouth. I ran my tongue around to more inviting moans before I took more of it into my mouth, sliding my lips down his thick shaft. It was certainly a mouthful.
I began to move my head up and down slowly whilst stirring my tongue on his tip, to give him more pleasure and make him moan for me again. I was cautious, not wanting him to cum too soon. While I was going about my business at his groin, Brad reached down with his long arms and began stroking my back, his touch turning me wild inside. My cock brushed against his legs.
All the while I was sucking on his knob, I could hear his breathing getting deeper and slower as he got nearer and nearer to his climax. Just before he was due to cum, I felt his cock stiffen a little more in my mouth, and then, when I continued past the point of no return, wanting to taste his sweet man-juice, I was rewarded as his cum erupted from his swollen tip and hit the back of my mouth before rebounding around my mouth and coating the inside. I kept sucking a little more and gratefully received a few more squirts of his liquid.
I licked the head of his penis again to remove the cum I hadn’t yet swallowed then I rose from his groin to see his reaction. Immediately his face looked different to me, somehow. I would later learn that this was the face he always placed on after experiencing immense pleasure as that of the sort I had just given him. I smiled at him and finally swallowed the final drops of his load.
He broke the silence that had been hanging in the room as he regained his breath and I regained my composure. ‘So how was it?’
‘Well, I loved doing it. To be able to give you so much pleasure… and the cum…. It was nice. It tasted good, though I read on the internet it is an acquired taste. Guess I’ve acquired it.’ I licked my lips while staring at his slightly less hard cock. ‘How was it for you?’
‘It was awesome. The pleasure I got was just heavenly. I’d definitely do it again. If you wanted…’
‘Yeah, I would.’ I replied, having a sudden thought, which struck me like a hammer. ‘We could do it again now. I don’t have to rush off.’ I smirked. ‘You mean, I get to repay the favour?’ he asked me, a grin emerging on his face similar to my own.
‘Yeah but I meant anal, not oral.’ I said, sending his face dropping into an animalistic smile even bigger than before.
TO BE CONTINUED….