Story of my youth...

So, this happened to me back in high school when I was in my final year. I was in my late teens, quite tall and slim, shaggy dark hair. I knew at that point I was interested in guys, but had buried that fact, deep. I'd had girlfriends and was popular among my small group of friends. But, I guess because of my grunge look, a group of more 'cool' kids regularly took fun in annoying the shit out of me! So this happened when I was getting ready for Phys Ed one afternoon. We got changed in those huge changing rooms, where a whole class changed together before the room was locked for the session to keep everyone's stuff safe. I was half changed. We lived in the midlands of the UK, so winter Rugby sessions were cold. I wore a navy pair of lycra cycling shorts to keep my legs warm and a tight vest under my school rugby shirt. I was only half changed when it all happened, so I never did have any shorts on. A group of these guys were getting at me again. Pete, the main guy grabbed me suddenly, pulling me into the adjoining shower room. 2 other guys were already waiting there and before I knew what was going on, they'd poured shampoo in my hair and drenched me in the shower - still fully clothed. I was furious, and for the first time I fought back. As the other boys left, Pete stayed behind giving me abuse for being trampy, etc. The usual stuff. I grabbed him and tackled him, just wanting to get him wet on the floor of the bathroom. I'd always been pretty good at rugby, so he went down hard, but fought back quick. We wrestled for a while on the floor, around the corner in the showers and out of sight of the other boys changing. By the time I pulled away from him, I had a bloody nose and was pretty much soaked from the shampoo and water. As we walked out, I realised it was empty in the changing rooms. Pete pushed past me, cursing me. When he got to the door he found it was locked from the outside...we could hear everyone filing off down the hall to the sports hall, hurried by the shouting voice of our gym teacher. Pete was furious, banging on the door, but the hallway fell silent. I just watched - out of breath, still half dressed and covered in soapy shampoo. I was just worried about being in this room with Pete for an hour. As he turned round, I could see his cheek was bruised and he had a cut above his eye. He swore at me a lot, pushed me back, but was clearly not in the mood to keep fighting. After an awkward 10 minutes, the shampoo was stinging my eyes. I had apologised, wondering if it wasn't actually Pete's fault, but thinking it'd be better. But I couldn't wait any longer. "I've got to get this shampoo out of my face" I said. I grabbed my stuff and took it into the shower. I was right by the shower room (didn't make that mistake again) and chose a shower head where I could see my stuff but was out of sight of Pete. I showered in my clothes at first to get the soap out of them, then slowly stripped off, out of my now soaking shorts and vest. I hung them carefully, hoping I could dry them while I towelled off. At that time, I had hardly any hair on my chest and abs. I had to wash my hair for ages to get out the mass of shampoo. There seemed to be so much, it was like I was washing my whole body with it as it ran over me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Pete by my things. I thought he was looking at me at first, but he passed it off as 'going thru my things'. "You owe me" he said, going through my wallet. He laughed when he came across a condom, throwing it at me in the shower and telling me I was an optimist. I didn't reply. After a while, though, I thought I caught sight of him again. Looking at me. Then he moved. He wore his full rugby kit, socks and everything. He had big wet patches where he'd hit the wet floor. He came into the shower, moving across the room from me and cursing the cut above his eye. "You're stronger than I thought" he said, stripping off. Out of instinct, I turned to see him removing his shorts and t-shirt. I didn't want to look at him, and almost took my stuff and retreated. But I decided to stand my ground. He was down to his underwear and vest now - white and tight. His briefs were really brief and had ridden up one cheek of his toned backside. "Yeah, well I play rugby and other stuff a lot. I knew I could take you down without your mates about" "Well you did. My eye is gonna be bruised." I couldn't imagine another fight breaking out now we were almost naked, so I started to relax. I still didn't turn round though. Just washing myself shyly. He continued with the small talk, increasingly complimentary in an awkward way. "You're a lot fitter than I thought, without those baggy clothes on" and, eventually "you know, let's call this a truce. I don't want any more black eyes, and I'm sure you don't want the hassle." I was surprised. I turned to agree, when I saw he was stood facing me in his shower. He had removed his vest and was starting to remove his briefs. He seemed to pause, with his thumbs under the elastic at his hips. After a long look down I realised my sight had lingered on his we bulge. He wasn't stroking it, it was just there, water running off his abs and round his tight bulge. I remember it in such detail, I wonder if I stared for an age! As I snapped out of it, he smiled. Not awkward at all, just smiling and slid his briefs down his thighs. "erm...sure" I said. Lost. Mind spinning. Then, cock twitching. I was furious at this guy, but couldn't stop my cock or eyes from reacting to this guy's now naked form. He was athletic, less skinny than me. He was normally quite blonde, but under the shower his hair looked dark, and the hair around his chest and cock looked soft and dark. "I don't want to fight" I added, lamely. He then wrapped his hand round his slim cock, casually and slowly. Blood was rushing to my head, well...to my cock as well, more worryingly...so I turned back round. "What's up?" he asked. "I just don't know what else to do with this hour now!" He was so casual about it. Like jerking off with his newest mate would pass the time quicker. "Oh, if you're bothered by this....I wasn't meaning to...well, give you more shit or anything." I heard him walking over. I closed my eyes, willing my cock to relax. "If that's freaking you out, I'm sorry. I mean it, I don't want to fight. I'll let you finish up on your own..." he tailed off. I looked up, seeing him beside me, looking at my now hard cock under the hot water of the shower. I could have died. "Wow. Shit, now that's a fucking huge boner" he laughed. I think he was genuinely trying to be less of a dick, because he stopped. "Oh, man. Look, sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. Just...shit, I didn't know you were, like...hard. And I mean HARD hard." "Yeah" I mumbled. Nothing would shift this raging urge I had. "I don't know why. I was surprised to see you jacking off" "Man, don't worry about it. Just jerk it, let it out. We can get rid of this teen rage together. I was just so fucking angry at you for busting up my eye." He took his cock again. I realised I had been looking down, in his direction. Meaning I'd basically been looking at his hard cock this whole time...no wonder I had the huge urge between my legs! Slowly, I took my cock in my hand. Man it felt good to stroke it under my shower. I looked round, seeing Pete walking behind me to turn on the shower next to mine. Jacking and holding his abs above his wet pubic hair. Finally I smiled. "sorry about the eye" I said, looking him in the face for the first time. "I deserved it. Anyway, once I blow I'll be chilled out about the whole thing" "Well, you'd better blow quick then." His face changed. Confused, he moved closer. "I said, once WE blow" He laid a hand on my abs, running it down under the water of the showers to above my cock head. He slipped his thumb and finger around the base of my cock as I stroked. I could feel his fingers tightening. Aw, it felt awesome. I smiled, not daring to touch him yet. He slipped my hand off my cock and onto his. He massaged my cock towards and away from him, and I copied. It felt awesome to have the sensation of sexual release while holding someone else's cock in my hands. I could see it was doing the same for him. All I could hear was our breathing now, gently stoking became more rhythmic. His hands on my wet hips, mine on his chest and abs. We never got that close to each other, but we looked each other in the eyes between squinted moans and sighs. As I felt my abs tense, I knew what was going to happen. I was freaking out for a moment, before he whispered "ah, yeah...I'm gonna cum". At that, I relaxed, felt the cum rise up thru my balls and between my hips. At that moment, I felt thick spurts of hot cum shoot across my own cock, as he jerked into my hands harder and harder. His cum on my cock head was all I could take. I returned the favour, spurting shot after shot of cum onto his hips and abs. I couldn't help but watch...so many of my secret dreams played out for real. We both kept stroking, rubbing in each other's cum until the final thrust had died out. He smiled, gently now. I smiled back, more relaxed. We showered off without talking. Still I could hear our breathing, but nothing was said yet. As I towelled off, I just blurted out "so...truce then?!" He looked back, calmly "yeah, for sure. I'll tell them all to leave off" And that was that. The others came back in, and the whole day passed off without real note. I did cum across Pete another time, but that's another tale...

Since my last encounter with Pete we had crossed paths several more times though the end of my final year in High School. We'd been in Phys Ed sessions together and even on the same football team at the end of the summer. All the trouble between us had stopped and we spoke occasionally, albeit only briefly. I'd felt like he was more distant than I was, which was strange since he'd been so confident in the past. Anyway, the summer ran out and I went off to University. I thought nothing of Pete specifically, although dreams of our encounter had made me pursue my real sexual identity more confidently. My first year at University was fun and I began to explore relationships with other guys without the awkwardness of having my school friends about. My second encounter with Pete was quite a shock in many ways. I was back in my home town for the summer vacation and there was a party being thrown at a friends house to celebrate us all being home again. I was excited to go. I don't know why, but it all felt different when I got there. Sure, I loved catching up with friends and hearing about their various exploits at University. But I wasn't ready to share my homosexuality openly. I kept quiet mainly as everyone got more drunk and the music got louder. Later on another group crashed the party and I noticed Pete immediately. He was bigger than before - more muscular - and I could see how his neck and shoulders clearly showed signs of hours in the gym. He was with a girl - long dark hair and slim but with absolutely no interest in the party. Seeing him for the first time in a year peaked my interest in the party, but I lost sight of him and never found him to chat to. As it got later, with my friends entertained themselves with drunken fumblings on the sofa with ex-girlfriends and the like, I decided it was time to go. I headed upstairs to get my sweater for the walk home. We were in a farm house, so the upstairs corridor was really long, leading to my mate's bedroom. Before I reached the door, it opened and Pete's dark-haired date pushed past, clearly really pissed off. The door slammed behind her. I hesitated. My instinct was to ask her if she was okay...but, then, I didn't even know her name. And she looked really annoyed at something. So I just opened the door and walked in. I'd expected it to be dark, but both bedside lamps were on. I immediately saw Pete sitting on the bed, facing away from me and naked apart from some white briefs pulled loosely up around his hips. He was bent forwards and, judging by his arm movements, was masturbating. "Yeah, look...come back. I'll be ready in a minute...I don't know why I can't..." He trailed off as he turned and realized I was standing there instead of his date. He stood up, hand massaging his semi-hard cock over the white briefs that were stretched across the top of his thighs. He stopped moving, but didn't let go of his cock. "Oh, shit! I didn't realize it was you...I thought you were..." he stopped speaking again. Embarrassed and confused. He suddenly sprung to life again, pulling up his briefs and pushing his soft cock inside. "I was...we were...erm, well...you know. Fucking." Finally, I spoke. I knew I was smiling at the whole situation, but I wasn't prepared for the turn he conversation was about to take. "Hey, no problem. I hope I didn't interrupt. I just needed my sweater, which you...well...might have been fucking on top of." I pointed at my blue sweater among the pile of jumbled and squashed clothes. "Oh, erm...sure..." Pete motioned for me to come in. "Was she okay?" I asked, walking around the bed to reach for it. "She looked pretty upset." "More like pissed off, I'd imagine." Pete replied, adjusting his small bulge and sitting on the bed. "Really? Should I be worried about what went on in here?" I was standing in front of Pete. I needed to reach to his right to get my sweater but I was again dumbfounded by his lack of concern about being almost naked or this strange situation we were in. "Hardly. Nothing did happen. Literally. For some reason I couldn't get it up and she got really pissed at me for it. To be totally honest, her temper was a real turn off!" Pete shrugged and scratched his chest. I noticed how much bigger and stronger he seemed. Defined and clearly muscular, but still stocky on the whole. "Ah..." was all I could manage. What do you say to that?! "Maybe it was the condoms?" I said, motioning to the used condom laying in the middle of the bed. "Nah. Sadly not." Pete said. At this point he looked right at me for the first time. "To be honest, I've had this problem a few times since we shared that shower together last year. It pops into my head all the time. When I'm with a girl it throws me off and I can't stay hard. You ever get that?!" At this point the conversation might have gone either way. But I felt so confident in my own skin that summer that I didn't hesitate. "I don't remember you having any trouble under the showers, Pete. In fact, I think about that moment all the time and can't help getting hard when I think of it." "Really?!" Pete smiled a little. "Erm...like...erm, is it happening now?" He was looking at my crotch. "Mmmm, I don't know. But I can see it is happening to you." I motioned towards his own crotch, which was shifting under the white pouch of his briefs. "I have to say I'm pleased you'll get hard thinking of me but can't for that brown-haired girl you're with!" Pete smiled again, looking down at his growing cock. He leaned back a little onto his elbows. "The problem is, you're the only person I can always get hard for..." I wasn't about to wait any longer. I stepped forward to him, knelt down between his knees and gently spread them apart. I looked right at him. "Let me see then..." I caressed him from the knees, up his thighs and around the elastic at the top of his legs. His whole groin raised up at my touch. I shuffled forward as I ran my hands up and over his hips and enjoyed the feeling of his abs twitching as my fingers ran down towards the waist band of his briefs. As I lifted them I took in the sight of his stunning cock again. It was slim and smooth. Hardly any veins to speak of and with a gentle upward curve towards the head. It was still only semi hard, but I wasn't about to wait. I took the base of the shaft and balls in one hand and pointed it downwards towards my face. I slipped my tongue across the tip and felt Pete's hips tense. "Fuck yeah" was all I needed to hear. I took the entire cock head into my mouth and gently wet the entire dome of his cock. I felt him throb and continue to grow in my mouth, so took the opportunity to take his whole length before he was too hard. Sliding my wet mouth around his shaft until I was bent over his abs with my nose buried in his pubic hair. As I began to work him into a rhythm I knew he was now rock hard. His hips pushed into me in time with my sucking, only stopping when I broke the rhythm to tease him. I'd pull out and caress his wet pole with my hands while I worked on the head of his cock from underneath. As I licked him from under his balls to the slit of his dripping cock, I asked "you're hard enough now, Pete." "Fuck yeah...but not for long, mate..." was all he answered before I cut him off by swallowing his length again. He was right, though. Only a few more deep thrusts into my mouth and I could feel his hips tense and his hands grab for the mattress. At first I worked him even more, sucking gently on the cock head while teasing him firmly with my hands around the base of his cock. But then, as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot up and into my mouth I pulled off... His groans of joy were amazing as he shot load after load into the air above his hips and abs. I watched as his soaking cock tensed and pulsed each time he spurted. And then, slowly, he relaxed. Each time I moved my hand it set off another spasm followed by a small spray of watery cum. He laughed each time and moved my hand over his shaft to encourage more. Finally, when everything had relaxed, I looked up. I had expected to find him staring at the ceiling but he was looking right at me. I smiled. "Did you watch the whole time?" I asked. "Are you kidding me?!" said Pete. "I'm not going to miss that kind of show!" "Well..." I said, trying to hide the fact that I was wiping his cum from my lips "I hope you liked it as much as I did..." "Definitely." And, at that, I stood up. I looked at his stunning, toned body and slim, limp cock and smiled. "I only came in for my sweater" I said as I reached past him. "Sure." He said, smiling from ear to ear. And with that I left the room. Feeling more aroused that I'd ever felt to that point. Wondering desperately what Pete would do next, alone in that room. And, as it happens, I'd find out one day, less than three months later. Pete and I would have one last fling together...

I was about 13 almost 14 years old and I had my first homosexual encounter with my next door neighbour. At that time I was bicurious and confused but I loved wearing my shiny black lycra shorts under my black PE shorts and one day, I had PE for my last lesson and couldn't be bothered to get changed, so I went home, my folks were on holiday for a week, so I stayed with my neighbours who were a family of two children, one was boy around my age. Anyway, I walked into the house and the husband (Dom) was lying horizontally watching telly, the mother was out of the house and would be picking up her daughter and son from school, so it was just us two. I'd known the husband for a very long time and to some degree, I felt comfortable with him. He was in his 40's and was hair was thin and he had a goatee but I asked if I could lie next to him to watch telly with him. At my age, I wasn't going through the phase of macho-ness, so I didn't mind lying next to him horizontally on the sofa in front of him. Of course, I didn't know anything about the homosexual agenda or knew that Dom was bisexual, he was married, so I just assumed that he was straight. I was a very slim boy, very athletic, fit and smooth and by lying next to him, it gave him the opportunity to stare at my tight arse, smooth legs and it drove him crazy to know that my lycra shorts were poking out of my PE shorts as I was moving to gain comfort on the sofa. He had a massive lycra fetish and it drove him crazy. He placed his hand on my bottom thigh, which excited both him and myself. He knew that I was taboo but sometimes it's hard to fight that. I turned my head around to smile at him and then he quickly made a pass at me. To his surprise, he noticed that I wasn't objecting nor repulsed. I actually had fantisised about being kissed by him, so it was both a blessing and shock when he kissed me. The kissing got more and more passionate and I began removing my PE shirt and he began removing my PE shorts. I began to lie on top of him as the kissing continued and that gave him the opportunity to grope me in my lycra shorts. He eventually went on top of me, kissing my neck and lips then slowing making his way down to my manhood and gave me oral and it felt great. It didn't take me long to achieve my first orgasm.

Great story!!!

thanks Lycra SA... here's the next parts ;) I had left the party, and my last encounter with Pete, feeling hornier and more curious than ever about my unlikely partner. I found him alluring but distant - he was always with or talking about girls and yet I'd had two intimate moments with him. I knew he was open to me teasing and playing with him...he'd started the first encounter. And, yet, nothing had happened as a result. I could have looked him up after the party...got his number from a friend. But I didn't. The summer passed without further contact and I returned to University with thoughts of Pete fading. During the first semester I had to return home to move some things out of my parent's house that was being sold. It was a busy weekend and I'd had little time to catch up with friends as I normally would. However, on the Sunday night I managed to get out to a bar to meet two old schoolmates. Seeing Pete in the doorway of that bar was a surprise for both of us. He was with two girls and I hadn't yet seen my two friends. I had a moment to chat with Pete...nothing special, just hello, but quickly slipped past to seek out the people I was meeting. The evening was quiet...just catching up with eachother's news. I bumped into Pete twice more at the bar and exchanged polite nods and little smiles. He was with another girl now, so I dismissed our previous exchanges as just an opportunist taking advantage of my willingness to get him off. However, the night took a real change when I was leaving. I was getting my coat when Pete approached me. He made out like he was getting his coat too, but I couldn't help notice him scurrying to catch me up. I was immediately interested. "Oh, hey. You leaving too?" He said. "Yeah. I'm tired. No luck with the girls tonight?" I asked, smiling. "No, not really. To be honest..." he stopped. I frowned, nodding for him to continue. "Let's walk together for a minute. You getting a taxi?" Pete nodded outside, clearly suggesting he didn't want to talk there. "Sure." I smiled. "...yeah, well, to be honest I only wanted a chance to speak with you once you'd come into the bar" Pete continued when we were outside and walking down the quiet, late-night streets. "Really? About what?" "You, mainly. Well, and to tell you about me. I'm going to lay it all out, because I've been thinking about it a while. I can't believe you walked in tonight so I thought I'd just take the chance tonight" He went on to tell me about his mixed feelings about our two encounters together. How he'd been convinced of his straightness until we'd teased eachother in the showers. When I'd seen him at the party he had realised that he was finding it hard to get an erection for some girls and had used the mental image of me as 'fuel' sometimes. And that, since the party, he'd really started to fantasise about me. "Okay..." I said. "So why are you still chasing girls?! You should explore this with a guy, maybe." And then he hit me with it. "I know. I had been thinking the same. But I don't want a guy. I want you." We stopped walking. He looked right at me. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" He said, with a casual smile and a shrug. I had to admire his bravery. I thought this must be his confidence with women that I was experiencing. "I have to go back to university tomorrow morning. My parents are selling their house and so I'll have nowhere to stay." "Even better. I wanted to rent a hotel for us anyway..." He was really smiling now. Leaning up on his tiptoes with excitement and bravado. I had to admit he was handsome and sexy and that I'd been thinking of him too over the summer. Now he was laying it all on a plate for me. "Sure. I guess...maybe. What are you imagining?" He grabbed me and pulled me in. He kissed me on the lips firmly before smiling. "I'm ready to explore fully" he replied. We exchanged numbers and he told me he would be in touch the following day with a hotel and room number. That I should come round in the early evening and we would see where the night took us. I had never known this situation, and part of me was highly doubtful that he's go through with it. But his forwardness and clear excitement was enough to give him a shot, I thought. I was so glad I did, as it turned out...

I held out little hope of hearing from Pete. I wondered whether he was drunk and feeling over confident the night before. Although I'd gone home and masturbated slowly at the thought of a proper meeting with Pete, by the morning I was sure it was yet more of his bravado. I shouldn't have doubted him. At 9:03am I got a text with a hotel name, telling me that I'd get the room number after 2pm when he'd checked in. He told me to come around at 4pm, and not a minute earlier. Seven hours?! What was I supposed to do for seven hours?! Well, I'd just started to explore shaving my body hair, so I eventually decided on starting there. Well, after masturbating once more at the thought of Pete laying himself on a plate for me. I shaved my chest and abs. My armpits just got a trim and the pubes around my cock, balls and legs were shaven almost completely, leaving only a small burst of hair above my cock as I liked to see on guys at that time. I enjoyed getting ready...took my time. But still it was only 11am! I had to leave the house early so I said goodbye to my family, pretending still that I was returning to university on the train. I had a very light lunch, went shopping and bought new underwear that I thought would be a good tease for Pete. I made sure I bought some condoms and lube, even though I wanted to crawl into a hole with embarrassment. Finally, 4pm rolled around. I was ready. I felt good and was thrilled at the thought of a whole afternoon with Pete. I had received the room number at 2:01pm and had been wondering what Pete had been up to all afternoon. When he answered the door, I didn't need to wait long to find out. He was dressed in black trousers with a slim belt and an open shirt. The room was warm and he was clearly feeling as open as the night before. He waited until I was in, but only just... "Hey." I said. "What have you been up to this..." was all I got out before he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Not just a still kiss this time. He worked his tongue into my mouth quickly but gently. I was surprised but elated that we were starting like this. I was convinced that he would back out, but those fears were dissolving with the gentle play of his tongue. I grabbed him, inadvertently going straight under his shirt and feeling the warm, soft skin of his back. He felt firm, as I'd remembered him at the party in the summer. Shorter than me, so I leant down on him and pulled him up and into me as we continued to kiss. When he pulled back, he just smiled. "I've been waiting for this. To be honest, I thought I was going to back out until this afternoon." My heart sank until he led me into the main area of the hotel room. "What do you think?" he asked. "I...erm...well..." was about all I could manage. On the white sheets of the hotel room was three pairs of small, brightly coloured briefs and a slim, tapered purple dildo. He walked over to the bed and sat down. "I couldn't decide which was the sexiest..." then his eyes rolled to the dildo "and, this...well, I wanted to know what I was letting myself in for..." Fuck me. He'd been preparing for me! I could only smile. "We're going to have some serious fun." I said and waked over to the bed. I picked up a pair of yellow briefs that I loved..."What did you decide, then?" I stared straight at his groin, smiling broadly. And so it all started. I knelt over him and held his face as we kissed. I lowered him onto the mattress as we continued to explore with our tongues. I could immediately feel how hard he was through the material of his trousers on my ass. I was spread wide due to straddling him and couldn't help thinking that he wouldn't be the only one needing to warm up their hole that evening. As I undressed Pete, he fought back and undressed me too. He revealed my white and green C-IN2 briefs with cock ring that made my bulge stick out almost directly in front. He smiled. "Good try..." was the first thing we had said since we started, other than gentle groans of pleasure. "You think you did better?" I asked, immediately going down on him. He was right, I had to admit. He was wearing a pair of blue briefs that were almost satin they were so soft and silky. There was a triangular opening beneath the waist band that was barely concealing his bulge. I slipped him out of the opening without further delay and enjoyed the sight of his cock stretching and swelling at the new freedom it had. I quickly took his cock head into my mouth so that I could enjoy the swelling sensation fully as I teased and wetted his beautiful shaft. The opening was clearly supposed to act as a form of cock ring, so I worked his balls out while caressing his ass through the incredible material. Pete let out loud groans of joy as I worked him. But, for the first time, he took control himself. Without speaking he pulled back, doubling up and rolling away from me. He pushed me onto the bed now and moved between my legs. He struggled to get my cock out of the cock ring briefs and we laughed briefly. "I've never done this bit..." he said before gently touching my cock for the first time since out meeting in the shower. I felt like I wanted to cum at that first touch. I wanted him so badly. I had the pleasure of watching him explore my cock with his fingers, his head only inches from it. I saw him wet his lips. He went to lick the end but backed off. I moved my hands around his, guiding him to hold the shaft to stop the head bobbing around in front of his face. With the other hand I held his back. "Go on..." I whispered. "I'm yours..." As I watched him wrap his mouth around the head of my cock the pleasure was too much. My eyes closed and I lay back, lost in the sensation I'd been waiting for. After a short while of complete ecstasy I pulled at him to turn his body. He didn't understand at first and so another awkward moment followed while I grabbed and moved him to me so that we could 69 together. He never let his lips off my cock, clearly concentrating on what he was doing and trying to build a rhythm. As we caressed each other and sucked together it was hard to keep up a good blowjob due to the constant breaks for moans of joy as the other hit a good spot. It was incredible to spend so much time caressing and teasing Pete...this was a more sensual experience than I had ever had before. As I undressed him - and him me - we lay there naked, enjoying the warmth of the room and eachother's bodies. We were sweating and that only increased the sensation between us. I began to finger his hole and was surprised to feel him already wet and lubed. I remembered the dildo. "Mmmm..." I said "It feels like you really are ready for this." "I hope so." Pete replied, stopping working my cock for the first time. I sat up. "I have condoms" I said, ready to find my clothes and bag. Pete put his hand on my thigh... "Oh, me too..." Right by the bed was a drawer stuffed with condoms and lube of all kinds. "Well, I didn't really know what we'd need." I just smiled again. Took some lube and rifled through for a condom that looked fun. An extra thin one with a bulge at the top...perfect. I lubed up my cock and began to roll the condom down. Pete knelt there, looking at me. "Let's start with an easy position." I suggested. I lay him on the edge of the bed so that I could stand and control the push better. I wanted to see his face. Partly because it made me feel more comfortable in case I hurt him. Partly because I couldn't wait to watch him as I entered. As I held my cock head against his wet hole I smiled again. "Relax. We've got all night to get this right" I said. His knees were up around his shoulders and he relaxed his feet onto my chest. I pushed. He tightened, fast. I just stayed there, pressure still there albeit gently. "Breathe in." I told him. He did. "Now close your eyes and breathe out..." As he did he also pushed down onto my cock, increasing the pressure more. Suddenly, quickly, my cock head popped inside. Nothing more at first. He caught his breath, then released again, smiling. And that was all it took. It must have taken nearly 10 minutes of very gentle movement to enter him fully. But, once inside, the sensation was amazing. He was tight and very lubed up, so my cock slipped smoothly into him much quicker than I had expected. He shifted his hips to get comfortable and watched me through squinted eyes as I gently pulled out and entered him with the full length of my cock. Pete hadn't shaven but wasn't overly hairy, particularly on his chest and abs. His fair hair was matted with sweat and I caressed his hips and abs as I entered him again and again. He was loosening up, so I suggested swapping positions. I wanted to be able to kiss him while we fucked. I lay him on the bed and lay behind him, with a pillow under my hips to raise me up. Being taller, I could lay behind and fuck him while kissing him deeply. His leg was held up and he twisted to get comfortable. I whispered in his ear how sexy he was and how good it felt to be inside him. He loved it, pushing onto me harder and harder, despite some obvious discomfort. I noticed that his previously soft cock had started to harden. Not solid, just semi hard and bobbing about with the movement of our lovemaking. I lubed him up too, all around his thighs and groin. This only made him move harder onto me, although he never got harder in my hands. In this position, with deep kisses and clear pleasure on his face as I drove into him again and again, my balls began to tighten with a deep and warm sensation that was so intense that I was entirely unable to resist it. I told him "I'm going to cum into you..." This was met with a tightening of his ass and a release of moaning. "Ah...yes, yesss...cum into me" I pulled his hips onto my cock as I quickened the pace, taking control of the speed and depth of my thrusts. The pleasure spread into my stomach and I cried out with pleasure. My body shuddered with the release of orgasm as I blew load after load into Pete, filling the swollen head of the condom inside him. "Ah, yeah! I can feel you throb!" Pete whispered breathlessly. I relaxed, but Pete continued to grind into me as my spurts became smaller. We lay together. Sweating. Exhausted. Both entirely satisfied. Or so I thought...

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We lay on the bed for a good while, my cock becoming soft inside the condom and our sweat cooling us down after such an unexpectedly perfect climax. After a few minutes, I began to absentmindedly caress Pete's naked body. Over his hips and abs, pulling him closer to me now and again. I liked how my relaxing cock felt as it slipped against his body, surrounded by my cum. He was clearly enjoying the sensation and after we had rested for some time he turned over - towards me - and slipped his leg between mine. I noticed then that he was clearly aroused again. His cock, very wet and lubed still (especially around his balls) pressed against my own softer cock as he grinded his hips into me. He wanted me to know how he felt. I looked down. Smiled. I reached to rub our cocks together and gently slipped the condom off and let it drop to the floor. As I returned, I was pleased to feel that my cum had spilled and was now a pleasant lube for his hard rod. He immediately moaned. He opened his eyes and began to speak, but stopped himself. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I don't know...I really want to get off, the thought of you inside me is going to make me hard for weeks..." "Mmm" I couldn't help smiling. He wasn't so confident now. Like a submissive, almost. I wanted to enjoy him as the confident, almost brash jock that had got us into this situation in the first place. "Okay, stud. I'll get you off. How do you want me to do it for you?" He grinned. Pulled himself up, chest to chest now and eye to eye. "Do you ever take it...erm...well, you know. Can I..." "Not if you ask like that" I teased. "What?" he stammered. "Look, if you want to fuck me, you need to ask for it. Just ask." "Okay, then. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you and pull your body onto me as I cum. How is that?" he tried. I grinned and kissed him deeply. "I'll do anything you need, sexy." I rolled onto him, making every effort to immediately line his cock up at my spread hole. He held his breath as he felt his cock head rub against my ass, between the cheeks and get stuck in the hollow of my opening. "I'm going to need a little help..." I teased as I pushed onto him. "What did you use to relax your butt earlier?" He blushed a little but only hesitated for a moment. He wriggled from under me to get to the bedside drawer. He pulled out a small back massager, bent upwards and with a small head. It was clearly used and unwashed and I wondered what the early afternoon had been like for him preparing for me coming. I smiled and took it from him. I spotted more underwear in the drawer and so climbed off him to take a look. I took each pair out and graded them or asked him why he didn't pick the sexiest ones. He was clearly lacking the confidence to wear some of them when the time came to meet me. I told him that he'd chosen well, but that there was nothing to hide now. I slipped into an electric blue jockstrap that he had - tight and smooth over my relaxed cock. I passed him a pair of silky red briefs that almost looked like panties. The waistband was very slim and they only came up to the base of his cock, exposing the pubes above. "Now they are brave" I said. "And so are you for arranging tonight. These are your trophy." I admired him in them as I lubed up my hole and the massager. I knelt on the end of the bed, watching him as I slipped the swollen head into my ass. It was petit, so felt fine on the way in. I let it settle in place, feeling tight but comfortable, as I leaned over him again. His cock was filling his red briefs and I caressed it through the silk that was already tenting at my touch. His eyes closed immediately. Slowly, I again teased his cock with my mouth, spending an age on the shaft and balls as the lube allowed the massager to begin feeling incredible inside me. Each time I needed to move for more stimulation, I exposed his cock more. Soon I was rotating my hips with gentle internal pleasure as I took his entire cock head into my mouth. I was trying to be patient, but all I could think of was getting him inside me. I think he had forgotten about his request as he lay back and moaned with pleasure at every touch and movement. But, after around twenty minutes of slow and gentle touches I couldn't wait any longer. I knelt up. "Roll over and grab a condom, then. I want you inside me..." He opened his eyes and seemed to hold his breath for an age. Then he smiled and slid out from under me to grab a condom from the drawer. I watched as he rolled it on, his cock still standing out from the side of his briefs. "Shall I..." he motioned as he began to pull them down. "Your call, stud. You need to fuck me exactly as you want me" I replied and arched my back to invite him onto me. He slipped the briefs off and walked around the bed, climbing on behind me. I started to remove the massager and accidentally turned on a vibrate function. I twitched forwards in surprise. "Oh...yeah, sorry. I didn't think to tell you it did that..." Pete began. "Mmm" was all I could manage as my hips relaxed and returned my ass to his cock. The sensation of his cock head pressing the massager deeper into me was a perfect turn on. I wanted him now. "Slip it out gently" I requested. "And lube us both up really well." I lowered my upper body so that my hole was pointing up at him now. My head on a pillow and kneeling wide. I felt the massager slip backwards. Slowly. Gently. It was wet as it came out and I felt the gentle relief of having nothing inside me. But his finger soon filled that space. He was treating me so tenderly. I loved the sensation and the hesitancy. I heard the wet, slipping sound as he lubed himself. Eyes closed, I could only feel as he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole. I reached to guide him, pointing his cock downwards. He shifted his legs to give him more room and as soon as I felt the right angle, I pulled him into me. He didn't respond at first and so I pulled again. This time he seemed to understand or feel ready himself, and so his cock head pressed harder at the perfect angle. The pleasure as he entered me is still hard to describe, but it made me moan out loud. "Oh...mmmm, Yeah Pete!" His hands fell onto my hips and he caressed me as he pulled me onto his cock further. My insides burned and stretched, but the feeling around my hole made it irresistible. Again, it must have taken another 10 minutes of gentle movements, re-tries and additional lube for him to find himself inside me fully and comfortably. He was careful to make sure I was ready for him and seemed to enjoy entering me each time. I panted as he began to move more rhythmically. Feeling him push against my ass with his hips felt amazing and I just wanted more. In time, I asked if I could swap positions, tired of holding my legs up. I knelt over him and leaned forwards as we kissed. Holding his cock, he entered me smoothly this time and he lay there grinning at me as I sat onto the full length of his shaft. In time, he began to fuck me quicker from under me. Watching him stare into my eyes intently as his abs tensed at each push was all that I could take. His cock began to tease me inside and I could feel my soft cock weeping precum inside my jock. By now he was groaning loudly and I could feel his cock become harder. "Feels good?" I asked "Oh, fuck yeah" he replied, as he held my hips. "I'm close..." was all he could manage between pants of breath. I could feel that he was close by the speed and length of his drives into my wet hole. I leaned forwards and stopped my movements to allow him to control his climax. He began, suddenly, to quicken the pace and begin to fuck me with shorter pushes. He stopped moaning and began letting out cries of pleasure. "Ah...ah, yeah...ah...ah...yeaaaah..." He suddenly pulled back and shuddered before calling "oh fuck, yes!" and immediately pushing back, deep into me. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he came inside me. The sensation was incredible and I realised that my own cock was now semi hard and wet. I kissed him deeply as he drove into me on each new burst of cum. He was breathing through his nose as he tried to catch his breath, but never once pulled back from my passionate tongue inside his mouth. It was a long time until we spoke. I relaxed onto him, feeling his cock relax within me. He lay there, looking at me silently with his hands on my hips still. His legs relaxed. I sat up, squeezing his semi hard cock inside me. Slowly, we parted. Suddenly feeling tired and somewhat sore. We both commented on it. Sore cock heads and a gentle warmth in our butts. After this intense experience, I remember feeling nervous that he would become awkward or want to rush off. But he didn't. We lay together, eventually talking about all kinds of things. At first naked, then dressed in (less provocative) underwear. We spent all night talking, then slept together in the bed we had fucked in. In the morning, after showering separately, we prepared to leave. All of the underwear got us talking and horny again and so we sucked and masturbated together until we came all over the bed. Laughing together, we kissed and cleaned ourselves up. And then we left. I went back to University and he went home. We met many times over the following year or two until I got a regular boyfriend. But Pete was always something special.