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CARL'S
FIRST TIME by Nigel
Dean
Carl and I were
wank buddies, well perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration but we had shared
the ancient and noble art of having a wank together a couple of times. The first
was absolutely fantastic, we were both pissed out of our brains and Carl jacked
me off with the best wank I had ever had. Returning the compliment I sucked him
and was amazed just how much man-juice he produced for me to swallow. The second
time wasn’t quite so good, we just jerked off in front of one another and the
third time wasn’t even as good as that. Basically I wanked in front of Carl
who, try as he did, could not cum. If you ask me he had been overdoing it with
the wacky-backy.
I guess that would have been that but I devised a cunning plan, one that would
not only give us our fourth session together but also take things to a new and
splendid height.
Carl and I were probably both bisexual at the time, inexperienced and still
exploring our sexuality. Now I am 100% confirmed gay, gay and proud. I guess
that Carl, wherever he is - haven’t seen him for ages, is the same way. But
back then Carl used to talk to me about our being gay mates, hardly a
title we could claim on just a couple of mutual wanking sessions but that was to
change if I had my way.
Carl would sometimes stay over at my small flat, crashing out on the floor in a
sleeping bag, I suggested he come over after work that Friday evening.
“I’ve got a new horror video,” I said, “we can crack open some cans, get
something to eat from the chippy up the road and then have a good hard wank.”
Carl laughed and winked an eye in agreement.
The settee in my small living room folded out into a bed and I opened it up for
us to crash out on as we watched the TV. I threw a couple of pillows and a duvet
on top.
“Ooooh,” Carl giggled, “are you going to seduce me ?”
This time it was my turn to giggle and wink an eye. "Hopefully."
My friend came round a little after eight o’clock. We ate fish and chips with
our fingers from the paper, they were piping hot and delicious. The beer was ice
cold, I’d been keeping it in the fridge for the past two days.
“So what’s the video called ?” Carl asked.
“Valley of the Undead.”
“Oooh I hope it doesn’t scare the bollocks off me.”
“Me too.”
I turned the lights off and the film started to play. Carl made a joke of
pretending to hide under the duvet covers but although he folded the cover back
to sit up and continue watching the television his lower body remained
underneath the quilt. I left things like that for a while then slid underneath
to join him.
The film was quite scary in a surreal way and did its best to play on our minds
and allow all kinds of half imagined supernatural entities to lurk in every
hidden corner waiting to attack our souls. At one point Carl reached out and
grabbed me then left his hand resting on my leg. I placed my own hand between
his thighs but the denim of his jeans was heavy.
“Let’s lose the jeans,” I suggested. “It’ll be more comfortable.”
“Ok.”
So we lay next to one another wearing just underpants and tee shirts. My hand
first found its way to rest on Carl’s stomach before moving down to rest on
top of his bulging underpants and then finally seeking its way inside.
His cock was hard, hot and throbbing. This was going to be good.
“Gay mates,” Carl whispered in my ear.
“Gay mates,” I replied.
"You are
trying to seduce me."
"Yes,"
I confirmed.
The film continued to play but we gave it no more attention, it’s flickering
pictures gave the room its only illumination. My heart was throbbing with
anticipation and my mind was spinning with what was about to happen.
I knelt before Carl and lifted his shirt up and over his head then removed my
own. My fingers floated over his chest silently caressing and arousing us both.
Carl placed his hands on my shoulders then locked them behind my neck. I moved
down and made my way inside his underpants, taking a hold of his beautiful cock.
I paused to enjoy such a delight before skillfully removing his pants and then
my own.
Carl looked at me and I could sense his anticipation for an all time cracking
good wank. But I had other ideas, big ideas. This was going to be Carl’s first
time. And for that matter my first time as well.
I maneuvered my friend so that I was behind him. Still kneeling on the bed I
pressed my body close to his, my cock resting perfectly between his bum cheeks.
It twitched with anticipation and my heart beat harder than a drum. I had never
before had full man-sex with another guy and knew that neither had Carl. I
didn’t know exactly what to do next and although I had thought of little more
than this moment for the last week I really did not know how to go about taking
Carl’s virginity with the sacrifice of my own.
Adjusting our stance to give a small space between us I took my cock in my hand
and traced it up and down the line where his bum cheeks met. Carl groaned
seductively. “Yes,” he whispered.
Gently I slipped my fingers between those beautiful cheeks and spread them in a
voyage of exploration. Finding the hole I traced a circle round its
circumference with my index finger until I pushed my way inside. I could sense
Carl responding and dilating. I moved a second finger inside and turned them
both round. My cock could wait no longer, removing those instruments of foreplay
I replaced them with seven solid inches of manhood.
Pushing gently I was surprised how easy it was to enter Carl. He groaned with
pain but I knew it was a pain of pleasure so pressed home, pausing twice until I
was totally inside him. It was warm as he hugged and held me. Wonderful. Truly
wonderful. How ever had I reached the age of twenty-five years without achieving
this all special rite of passage.
Instinct caused me to withdraw ever so slightly then push back in. My groin
contoured Carl’s cheeks as if the two bodies had been sculptured by
Michelangelo himself. I repeated the action and then again. Carl responded with
cries of delight. I then took up a fast and regular beat, thrusting in harder
and harder each time. I am sure my cock had grown to a length never before known
as it probed deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
Beads of sweet smelling sweat broke out on Carl’s back and glistened in the
flickering light from the television screen. I bent my head forward and kissed
my lover. His sweat tasted appealing and delicious like the first sweet dew on
an early summer morning.
Carl was calling out words that were from a language of pleasure. Probing ever
deeper inside him I was stimulating his own orgasm as our bodies became as one,
united in that physical act. I had planned this for some time and been looking
forward every minute until then but this was better than anything I had ever
dared to hope for.
I wanted this to go on for ever but could hold back from a climax no longer. My
heart was racing as I gasped for breath. Faster I thrust into Carl until I could
hold back no longer firing hot jizz into Carl’s beautiful behind.
Simultaneously he shot his own load out in a fountain of ecstasy. Wonderful.
Magnificent. Amazing. Astonishing. Every superlative anyone could write. And
more.
It was my first time. It was Carl’s first time.
I wonder what
happened to Carl. He moved away and went to live in London, the last I heard he
was working as a driver on the London Underground. We lost contact several years
ago, I am sad about that, but I will never forget that all special night. I
think about Carl from time to time and kind of hope that one day, some day, our
paths may cross again. I’d give anything to repeat that first time.
So Carl, if by any chance you come across this story on the Net do please get in
contact. I am waiting.
© Pants 2006
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