First Time - With a Guy

This is based on a true story.

He was my best friend. We shared lots of interests, and I had known him for many years from school. We were around 20 years old now, and we got home quite late from being out somewhere. We decided to go to my place and hang for a bit. We sat in my room and talked. Firstly, we talked about paranormal stuff, then aliens and such. Then suddenly, not sure how it happened, we started playing our game of ‘Have You Ever’.

Innocent as can be—at first. Have you ever tried to mix ice cream with a soda? Would you do this or that, if it would save a person? Could you ever streak at work? Could you work as a stripper?

Then other questions…like would you ever make out with an alien? Would you rather have three legs or three arms? Would you eat a cockroach if you recieved a million?

And then…have you received a blow job? Would you wanna fuck Charlotte, my neighbour? Would you consider a threesome? Would you participate in a porn movie?

And then, after more questions, what ifs and statements…he pulled out this rabbit from his hat—have you ever had sex with a guy? I answered no; then added that I had touched guys but we hadn’t really had sex. He reciprocated and told me he had. Looking at him with big eyes, he told me this story…He had a friend, and they took turns—sitting in a chair, looking at porn while the other guy gave him a blowjob.

I literally gasped for air—vividly listening to him tell me about his adventures. He held my hands while talking. He was petite, had cute brown eyes and small hands. He wasn’t feminine perhaps, but not masculine either. I wouldn’t look at him twice, but then again—I ain’t fixated with looks anyway.

I always look for their brain, vibes, wavelength and their soul—their true inner being. Their skin color, hair color, handicaps—why would anything so shallow be important anyway? We are skeletons with a shell. Not important. In the end, we get old and die. I care about peoples’ true being, their essence.

No surprise I don’t really care if a person is male or female. Physically, sure, I am mostly attracted to girls though.

“Wow,” I said, genuinely surprised. We broke contact, and I couldn’t avoid staring him between his legs.

“Scared?” he asked. I felt his eyes on me.

“No, it’s not that. Just didn’t see it coming.”

“So, scared?”

“No no…stop it. Not scared.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Sure. I promise.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “I have an idea. Oh…if you dare…to play.”

“Play what?”

“All we need is a deck of cards. I will show you.”

“Hmm. I’ll grab a deck, but should I…lock the door?”

He nodded. “That would be nice.”

I didn’t feel nervous—we were very relaxed around each other. This would be a fun game. I tried to hold the door, and very carefully lock it. Slowly. Slowly.

Click.

Fuck. That felt way too loud in the silent room.

“Here is the deck. Now what?”

He took the deck. “Well, there are four colors right. Diamonds, hearts, clubs and spades. Two are black, two are red. So we pick either red or black. Which you wanna be?”

“I can be red.”

He continued “Okay, we shuffle up and pick a card. The person picked, by the color, will be the one receiving the…umm…treatment.” Then we pick a card, and that will be the placement. Either on pants, or on your underwear, or inside everything. We don’t have to take anything off, we can just pull them down for access.”

“Fair enough. Simple enough.”

“Oh yeah, one more card. How long time we have. A 5 would be five minutes, an 8 eight minutes.”

“So, everything totally random? Just controlled by a few cards? Pretty fascinating.”

“Shall we?” He seemed eager.

“We shall.”

I do not remember who was chosen the first few times. We got quite innocent cards several times, as if destiny toyed with our feelings and wanted to test us first. It was a constant state of arousal. We made jokes about how we saved 30 seconds each time, since we had a hard-on already when we started each round now. It felt like a warm coil in my belly, and we knew—if we get a killer card we will be cooked. It takes a lot not to come from a warm hand when you’re close.

Red card.

Yup, me again. I don’t want to come first, this is a bit embarrassing. We haven’t done this before. Sigh. The coil tightened inside me. The thrum of my heartbeat was loud and palpable. Low time card, and outside everything…please.

Time card is…a king. Placement is…inside everything. My heart skipped a beat—I tried not to let my feelings show. I felt my cock jerk involuntarily. I looked at him; I am certain my eyes betrayed me.

Peter smiled, carefree. “You will cum now. Ten minutes? I need two. I can even tease you for five minutes and still force you to cum, and have time over to spare.”

My voice tightened. “Yeah…” Nothing I could say. We had maxed the time segment to ten minutes, so it would be game over. The coil was warm and very tight inside me. I lay down; he handed me the pillow to hold over my face, so I wouldn’t see anything—just feel.

“I will survive.” I said, husky and low. We called it to survive if we didn’t surrender to the touching and came.

He chuckled, “Nah. I’ll get you. Good.”

He eagerly pulled down my pants and undies in a smooth motion.

“See. Extra 30 seconds too. You are hard already. This will be easy.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed.

His warm hand traced circles around my cock, avoiding it. Then played with my balls. It felt so nice; I could definitely cum just from someone caressing my sensitive balls with experienced fingers.

My cock twitched a few times, totally betraying my feelings.

He placed two fingers on my cock; his index finger and thumb only. My brain screamed—use your hand, stop teasing me!

But no. He kept using two fingers, tentatively touching the entire length of my cock. I moaned into the pillow. This was getting to me, and a feeling of desperation gripped me. Feather strokes, tiny, just below my glans without going over the ridge. Pure torture. Just go over the ridge and let me cum. Fuck. He is good at this.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity of sweet torture, he cupped my balls with his other hand, sending jolts of electricity through my body. And, he let his fingers slide tentatively over my rim. Not faster than before, but perhaps more decisive. He played with my balls while jerking me with two fingers, and I was melting before him. It got harder to breathe, the air was suffocatingly warm.

Stop.

An abrupt stop. He halted his movement. My hips bucked. He didn’t pause for long, one or two seconds. My body was still adjusting to the stop when he started again. After a short while—just when I relaxed into his slow touching again—bam, he stopped again. This treatment forced my body into submission faster than I could dream was possible. I was gone. No defences. He continued again, and my body convulsed and shaked.

No. Fucking. Return.

I started to cum. The strongest eruption I ever had experienced.

My first burst hit the wall. Behind me. Over the pillow, over my head. It hit the wall with a splat. The next few bursts hit me in the hair, over the pillow, on my arm and my stomach. I bit down on the pillow hard.

The intensity was like nothing I had done before, despite having had many hot orgasms in my life. This was—different, ridiculously extreme. My legs and thighs sweaty and shaking.

Peter gasped in disbelief. He couldn’t hold back the joy, and tried to laugh silently. “Oh my God,” he whispered, “That is incredible. I won’t cum that much. Holy shit.” I didn’t say anything, my voice didn’t let me. “I was aiming for your face,” he joked.

My white, sticky, hot cum running down the wall behind my head. I had cum in my hair even, and in my face…over the pillow. He handed me a toilet roll, and helped clean my cock and stomach.

I got up on shaky legs. He willingly traded places with me, and lay down.

I quickly drop his pants and undies to his ankles, I want to have space to work him hard. I give him another pillow, which isn’t covered in sticky cum—yet. I look at his hard cock, he is so turned on too. I smile evilly. This will be so fun.

“Are you ready?” I ask, without waiting for an answer. I take three fingers, adding my middle finger to the mix. I mirror what he did, tentatively moving my supple fingers just under the sensitive ridge. I stroke deliberately, but slow and soft. Suddenly I add my other hand and cup his balls. I feel his body twitch. This is hitting him hard.

Stop. Wait a second. Go again.

I know how that felt, like a train hit me. I knew he was mine, I could push him over the edge violently whenever I felt like it. The rush of power was intoxicating. The knowledge that he was close; that I can choose to break him when I want to, what a turn-on. I thoroughly enjoyed this. I didn’t know I would, or that I possessed this power over a guy.

I teased him for a while, watched him squirm in my bed.

Helpless.

I resisted the temptation to use my hand and jerk him hard, I wanted him to suffer, to endure the same edging he’d put me through. Three fingers.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Time to make him shoot his load, I thought to myself. I grabbed his warm, full, balls tenderly, holding them a bit rough. I let my tentative touch become more decisive and moved over the ridge and back down. This, I knew, would send him flying over the edge faster than a plane. I increased the pressure and speed slightly.

Result.

He couldn’t be still either. I forced his release, brutally and quickly. His first burst swung in the air, flew all the way over the pillow and somehow found its way to his face.

Splat.

I didn’t expect him to cum that far after him telling me he hardly hit his stomach usually. Next burst only reached his stomach but I milked him dry, emptying him completely. He was actually both surprised and shocked himself. I let him recover, and we got him cleaned up too. He had got some in his mouth, and I let him know I had aimed for his mouth.

We took our time. Lay beside each other and talked about something I don’t remember now. I know it wasn’t relevant though, we used it as a pretense to be ‘normal’ again. And it worked. We never had a problem after crossing the line like this. We continued our adventures alongside our normal life, for years. Then he moved to asia, and we lost contact more or less. Sure, I have him as a friend on my Facebook account, but he’s a CEO now and is busy over there. I may write down more of our stories in time though.

For now, that was the end of the first time with a guy.

I later learned that my hands were indeed very skilled, and worked magic on everyone despite gender. I sensed where they were at, how they were feeling and what they really craved. He told me, much later on, he always cheated before we met and had fun, jerking off before we met, to last longer.

I couldn’t blame him.