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It was
probably the hottest day of that spectacular summer we had a couple of
years ago. Here in England, where we are famed more for rainfall than
heatwaves, we were all being spoilt with an entire decade of sunshine
condensed into a few short weeks. Day after day we blistered in the
heat, ice-cream salesmen laughed all the way to the bank, the government
warned of a drought and personally I was beginning to sport something of
a Mediterranean tan. Anyway, let me take you into this time and
situation where my story is set.
Nigel and I were on our way back home, I’d given my Saturday to help
my friend collect some furniture for his new flay from an ageing
relative. I was driving, Nigel who had not then passed his driving test
was beside me in the passenger seat of a clapped out old van we had
borrowed for the occasion. In the back were chairs, a table, a couple of
rolls of carpet and a bookcase; the whole lot being worth no more than a
fiver on a car boot sale. Indeed I wondered why he hadn't been to a
local boot sale instead of trekking half way across the country for this
pile of old junk. Still it was something to do I guess, after all I
didn't have anything else on.
We’d been chatting away about this and that as we drove along when
suddenly Nigel came forth with something that totally changed the
conversation, killing stone dead all previous topics.
“Hell, I aint half got a massif hard on !”
“Pardon ?” I said. It was a rhetorical question - I heard him
perfectly well and did not require his answer. My speaking that single
word was more of a reaction of astonishment.
I glanced at Nigel and saw him smile wryly, then my eyes flicked for a
micro second to the source of his extraordinary statement where I could
not but observe the bulge confirming what had been said. Bloody hell ! I
began to feel a growing heaviness between my own legs.
“What a waste,” Nigel giggled, “a raging hard on, one of the best
I’ve ever had in my life, and not a woman in sight.”
I said nothing. Not because I had nothing to say but just because I
could not organise the words into a correct order, my mind was all
jumbled by the developing surreal situation.
“Of course,” he continued, “there’s always the right hand - but
here in the middle of nowhere ?”
I was getting harder by the moment, I couldn't help it - I could not
contain myself, and felt a danger of quickly catching my friend up - in
the between the legs department I mean.
Eventually I spoke. “Want me to pull over and let you get into the
back ?” I suggested.
“Why not. Find somewhere nice and discrete.”
My heart then quickened its already rapid pace and all kinds of bizarre
feelings started to explode like fireworks within me. I had on a pair of
football shorts which I was wearing over a pair of tight briefs and
these did nothing to conceal the way my own manhood was bulging. I have
a tight foreskin which more often than not does not move back over the
head in an erection but right then I could feel the strength of the
throbbing shaft forcing itself ever upwards and the head pushing higher
and higher.
“Over there,” Nigel pointed. “That looks OK.”
I slowed and brought the van to a standstill in a tiny lay-by just big
enough for a single vehicle. What next ?
“You fancy joining me ?” Nigel said. Then waving a hand over my
shorts added, “Looks to me as if you are more than ready !”
I blushed. I was, more than ready I mean but I was embarrassed. I have
always been interested in guys but had never actually done anything with
anyone, I always tried to keep my feelings suppressed but they were
difficult to hide at that moment. I had often had fantasises, dreamed
about such things and speculated in my own mind but Nigel was offering
me reality. It was strange and I wanted to rush in and take up his offer
yet I wanted to retain a degree of modesty. But this was just another of
those dreams, my mind would all too soon return to the more mundane
existence and that would be all. No it wasn't - it was happening and I
was being handed an invitation which would fulfil all my fantasies,
desires and more.
“Come along mate,” he encouraged.
So there we were in the back of the van, pulses beating, faces smiling
and the air pregnant with anticipation. Although the bright sunlight was
cut off it was quite clear enough for us to see one another and we just
looked for an immeasurable length of time. For me time stood still as I
contemplated what was about to happen.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, wanked with another guy
I mean,” I spluttered.
“Then it’s time for you to lose your virginity,” Nigel smiled.
“Don’t worry I’ll be gentle with you. He, he !” As he spoke he
pulled his white tee shirt up and over his head revealing a muscular
chest sprouting fair hair between the pecks. He then paid attention to
the belt of his jeans he continued speaking. “Having sex with a woman
is great and perfectly natural but what you need to understand is that
enjoying the body of another man is more than just natural; it’s -
it's super natural.”
I took off my shirt and kicked away my trainers.
“I’ve sensed for some time that you are curious,” Nigel went on
now wearing just a pair of briefs and two white sports socks. “I can
read these things in a guy you see, I'm clever like that. And like I
said it’s time for you to lose your virginity and have your curiosity
satisfied.”
With that Nigel peeled away his pants and allowed a solid rod of a cock
to spring straight upwards. I was nervous, very nervous, but I wanted
whatever was to come and flung away my shorts and briefs. I looked down
on my own dick which although smaller than Nigel’s was engaged in the
biggest hard on I have ever had. I then lifted my eyes to view my
friend.
“You look nice,” I said clumsily.
“So do you.” Nigel knelt before me, took my hands in his then
directed them towards his lower abdomen. Letting go he placed his own
right hand flat on my cock and began to fondle it before moving his
fingers up my belly, up to my chest, back down again, round to my balls
and then clasping my cock firmly. It was the most wonderful experience I
had ever enjoyed. Better than any of the fantasies or dreams I had
previously welcomed into the most private parts of my mind.
I stroked Nigel’s manhood and twisted the tips of my fingers through
his thick blonde pubic bush. I stroked the tip of his cock’s head then
held it gently to feel the blood pulse through the erection. I had never
touched another man’s cock before, hey I'd never even seen one erect
before. This was wonderful. I began to slowly beat it up and down with
Nigel emulating the action for a while before he moved my body and took
my hands away. He rearranging us so that we were kneeling against each
other and pressing our chests, stomachs and loins together. Our cocks
were side by side and through mine I could feel the heat of Nigel’s as
it twitched. That heart of mine was beating faster and faster while in
Nigel’s chest I could feel his thumping in return.
A unique sensuality suddenly came to my mouth and it sought out
Nigel’s. We met in a long, deep and lingering kiss. My tongue entwined
with my friend’s then moved into the back of his mouth. My hands were
soon locked together round Nigel’s neck while his fingers traced down
my back and onto my buttocks. How much more of this could I take before
my entire body exploded ? I reached down and began to fondle his cute
and firmly formed bum.
Nigel began to steer me onto the floor, his firm hands and muscular arms
taking control of both our movements. He spread my legs slightly then
twisted quickly like a gymnast so that he was resting upon me but with
his head towards my feet. Pressing down with his hands Nigel raised his
chest and moved his mouth to take my cock inside it. I raised one hand
and moved his into my own mouth. It felt so good.
In my previous dreams and fantasies I had often imagined being able to
suck myself but it was of course physically impossible; how much better
than any fantasy to have another’s manhood inside my mouth. I explored
every aspect with my tongue and heightened my arousal. At the same time
I could feel Nigel teasing and tasting my own precum.
This was my very first time but obviously Nigel knew exactly what he was
doing and had known man-sex before. Who with I wondered. He was an
expert, well practised and generating within me feelings no novice could
conjure. I could have enjoyed those feelings for ever and held back a
climax but Nigel had other things in store. Moving again, this time he
turned me over and pulled me to kneel in front of him. He pressed his
body against me, one arm round my chest and the other taking hold of my
cock. Although he did not attempt to enter me I could feel his erect
cock against the line where my two cheeks met. I pinched them together.
It was an incredibly hot day and like a sauna in the back of that van.
Sweat poured from our two bodies and mingled as we entwined ourselves
together. I began to groan softly as Nigel’s tongue tickled the lobe
of my right ear.
“Is this good ?” He asked.
“Very,” I sighed.
He began to take up the beat on my cock with his hand and I felt the
fire rising within it, I struggled to hold back from cumming as long as
I could. Against my bum I could feel precum lubricating from Nigel’s
cock. Faster and faster Nigel beat; faster and faster.
“Are you ready to cum yet ?”
“Take me,” I replied. “Take me quickly.”
He did.
I must have ejaculated more in that session that I would in two or three
when alone. Each squirt brought forth thunderous forces of ecstasy and
joy, of rapture and bliss. Such multiplex feelings were enhanced by the
sensation behind me that as I came so did Nigel spontaneously against my
bum, his liquid gold reaching high up on my back. I never knew that
anything could be quite so wonderful.
And so it was that day I lost my virginity. Simple but incredible.
Still in the back of the van and still quite naked Nigel grinned at me
and I back at him. “Thank you,” I said.
He just smiled in reply then enquired of me, “What you doing next
week-end I need some more furniture moving ?”
“Sure,” I said without any hesitation. “Of course I'll help, but
why don’t we collect it tomorrow ?”
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