First Time

Christmastime always reminds me of my first time with a guy.  I went to
college away from home.  I would come home for the holidays, as I still
do.  My second Christmas when I was in college, I came home to a full
house.  We had a lot of family over, including a lot of my nieces and
nephews.  My mom suggested that I stay over at her friend Harriet's
until things quieted down.   I was home for almost a whole month and
most people would be leaving the day after Christmas.  I would stay at
Harriet's until there was a bed or a couch free.  Harriet lived next
door.  I figured that it was okay.

I was a different person back then.  I had a girlfriend, even.  I loved
her very much at the time.  But I always had feelings for guys.  When I
was growing up, one of those guys was Jamie, Harriet's oldest son. 
Jamie was about ten years older than me.  When I was growing up, I
thought he was the best looking kid in the neighborhood.  But he was
really shy, and the other kids would pick on him all of the time.  It
never made much sense to me, because I thought that he was so good
looking that he should be the most popular boy around.  But he wasn't.

Jamie still lived with his mother, but he was older.  I hadn't seen him
in a while.  He was probably about thirty at the time.  But he was still
so good looking.  Tall, blonde, blue eyes.  Big guy.  He could have been
on the football team if he wanted.  He was taking good care of himself. 
He looked so good.

It was the night before Christmas eve, and Harriet had a bunch of
friends over.  I had just come back from my mom's house and was going to
go to bed, but Harriet insisted that I sit in the living room and have
some cake and meet her friends.  Me and Jamie were the only guys in the
house.  I remember sitting in Harriet's living room, trying to be real
friendly to her guests but not wanting to be there.

At one point, Jamie was cleaning things up for his mother.  He asked me
to help him, so I did.  I thought he was trying to save me from them. 
We started scraping dishes in the kitchen and suddenly we were alone
talking. I remember being so close to him, I could smell him.  And he
smelled clean, like soap.  I got a little nervous being around him alone
like that, and I think I was semi-hard from it.

I remember feeling as though he was standing too close to me.  I tried
to move away, but he would move closer.  And my eyes felt like they were
being drawn to look at his body - I was really embarassed to look at him
at all.  I was pretty naive about it all, and didn't  realize what was
going on.  He was asking me about my girlfriend and telling me that I
grew up to be a really good looking man.  I got nervous about how he was
looking at me.

And then suddenly there was this intense pause as we looked at each
other, and it was at that moment that I thought I knew what was
happening (or sort of). I got  pretty hard about it.  Jamie reached over
and touched my arm, caressing me.  I got real nervous because my dick
was growing and we were touching and I could hear all of the ladies in
the next room.

There was some clattering of some of the dishes behind me as he grabbed
me close to him and started kissing me.  He pulled me close to him and I
nervously looked around, over towards the next room as his mouth was
pressed against mine and his tongue was reaching for my throat.  I
pushed him away, but he wouldn't let go. He grabbed my hand and pulled
it down to the hard bulge in his crotch.  I didn't let go as he left my
hand alone so he could reach down for my crotch.

Next thing I knew, I was reaching into his pants to hold his cock,
frantically trying to loosen his pants so I could just get one moment of
holding it before we had to break apart and return to the ladies in the
next room.   This entire time our mouths hadn't separated.  Until this
moment, when he broke away, and almost laughing, told me to calm down. 
That we couldn't have sex in the kitchen with the ladies in the next
room.

Sex? Were we going to have sex?  And I realized that I had both my hands
wrapped around his dick.  I told him that I thought  I was going to cum.

He released his grip from my bulge and pulled my hands off of his dick.
(Yes, he literally had to pull them off).  He told me to relax.  That he
didn't want me to cum in my pants in the middle of the kitchen.  The
entire time, my eyes were locked into his face like a sad puppy dog
waiting for his master to direct the next move.  He tucked his dick back
in his pants and stuck his head in the living room to tell his mother
that the two of us were going out for a smoke.

Thank god there was a door in the kitchen to get outside.  Both of our
dicks were hard and throbbing.  We looked like a couple of tents.  I
still wasn't certain what was going to happen next.

It was a cold night.  Jamie took me to the darkest corner of his
backyard. A place where nobody could see us. I was ready to resume our
former position.  He, instead, took out a cigarette.  I started groping
his dick while he lit his cigarette.  He let me pull it out of his
pants.  I remember holding it and stroking it.  Then there came this
moment as if I there was something left to do.  And that was when Jamie
asked me to suck it.

With almost no hesitation, I got onto my knees and opened my mouth.  And
I swallowed Jamie's cock.  It was the reality of the moment - the cold
backyard, the hard cold ground under my knees, and a warm cock in my
mouth - that I couldn't believe.  I was sucking a man's dick.  Something
I had only fantasized about before was so real now.  The taste of flesh
and pre-cum.

I remember Jamie unbuckling his pants and dropping them down to his
knees.  He caressed the back of my head as my hands started climbing
around his ass.  My fingers found his ass.  I touched his asshole. He
moaned.

He started saying things that drove me wild.  That he wanted to sleep
with me tonight.  That he wanted to be with me tonight.  That he wanted
me to fuck him tonight.

I unzipped my own pants and pulled my dick out.  I started jerking off.

Jamie pulled me up from the ground.  He looked me in the eyes and then
kissed me.  His mouth slid down my shirt until he was on his knees.  He
unbuckled my pants and wrapped his mouth around my dick.  He asked me to
hold my cum.  He said he wanted it up his ass.  I thought I would just
about explode.

He gobbed over his hand and rubbed it over the head of my dick.  Then he
did the same to his ass.  He gobbed all over his hand and lubed his ass
with it.  And then he bent completely over, his ass high in the air, and
he begged me to fuck him.  So I tried, and I tried, until I was inside
of him.  And he was moaning and I was moaning.  I thrust into him,
pulling myself inside of him as I held onto his hips.  We were getting
loud.  I was afraid someone was going to hear us.

And suddenly the tension around my cock grew intense in spasms.  He was
cumming, and I could feel his ass pulling my cock with each
ejaculation.   I could see it shoot from underneath him, as he gasped
with intense pleasure.  And before I could cum, he slid off of me and
turned around and sucked me dry.

When put our clothes on without saying much.  He told me to wait outside
when he walked into the kitchen to get the keys to his car.  We drove to
the water and talked until the sun came up, kissing, touching and
suckingeach other all night.

And I never fucked a woman again.