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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.
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