Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 11:59:29 +1000
From: Robert Strong
Subject: Take a seat / highschool

"Take a seat" Nathan said as I walked into the room, his bedroom.  I
quickly looked around, and spotting a black beanbag in the corner, made my
way over to it.

"So how'd you go with that book I lent you?" he asked as I sat down in the
beanbag as graciously as possible.

"Yeh, not too bad.  Good to see he finally gets it on with that chick
towards the end though.  Thought it'd never happen," I replied, shifting my
weight to try and simultaneously be comfortable and not look uncoordinated
in the overfilled bag.

"Not like he wasn't trying throughout the whole book, though," he said
sarcastically.

"Too true."  And it was true.  The book Nathan had given me to read last
week was more or less your James Bond style
god-like-guy-meets-god-like-woman, rescues said women from ultimate
disaster, and retires to screw his way into the next book.  Made for a good
relaxing read, but it was far from a work of art.

"And how about last night?  Did you manage to pull on?" he asked me as I
changed positions in the beanbag again.

"Ha, I wish.  I swear that chick is tighter than a fish's asshole, the way
she gives out," I was referring to my very short-term 'girlfriend' of
sorts, Melissa.  We had been going out for a week or two now, nothing
serious.  I was just basically using her to cover my blatant homosexuality,
something I hadn't come to terms with myself, let alone wanted to tell
anyone else about.  This relationship would end more or less the same as
the previous few had: with me breaking up with them due to some inane or
non-existant problem that I would blow out of proportion and thus justify
ending the relationship.  By doing this, I managed to maintain my cover as
a heterosexual, yet never got into the position of having to admit my
gayiety or, even worse, get into a situation where it would be proved by my
inability or unwillingness to 'go all the way' with a girl.

Melissa and I had had a date last night, movies and McDonalds after.  I
could tell that if I had pursued it, I might have actually gotten a bit of
action off her.  But that wasn't what I wanted.  What I wanted was action
off this prime young specimen in front of me; my best friend Nathan.

Nathan and I, both sixteen years old, had been friends for some time now.
We met through a mutual friend when highschool started, and since we were
both on the swim team together, got to know each other pretty well.  When I
first met him, I thought he was cute.  But when he really hit puberty and
the swimming really started to take effect on his body, he turned into a
virtual god.  Although not strongly tanned, he had that type of porcelain
skin that had no blemishes on it, and was just the right milky white with a
bit of golden tan to drive me crazy.  Blue eyes with dark brown, curly hair
that grew in an almost Neil Gallagher type style, perfectly white and
straight teeth (courtesy of a year a braces in grade eight), broad
shoulders, skinny waist, hardly any chest, arm or leg hair, a good height
of 6 foot, and most of all, a perfectly sized bulge in his speedos,
combined to make Nathan the object of my numerous wet dreams and
masturbation sessions.

I was dreaming off about him when I zoned back in to what he was saying.

"...be hard up hey?" I catched at the end of the sentence.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, unable to understand the fragment that I
had caught.  He looked a little uneasy when I asked him to repeat it; I
wondered why.

"Um, I said, you must be pretty hard up by now then, yes?" he repeated, not
looking me straight in the eyes as he usually did when he talked to me.

"You better believe it.  My balls are like watermelons," I joked, still
wondering why he seemed a little uneasy.

There was a moments silence, which I broke.

"Which is not a good thing, considering we've got training in an hour.
Nothing worse that the feeling that you're about to get a hard-on when you
see those chicks in their bikinis at the pool, when all you're wearing is
speedos," I commented, well, actually lied.  I had never felt like I was
going to get a hard on by just looking at girls.  It was the guys on the
swim team, especially Nathan, that gave me a hard-on.

"Yeh, know exactly what you mean," he replied, looking down at the floor.

One thing I had noticed about Nathan these past few months.  Firstly, he
rarely, if ever, bought up the topic of women.  Which, for an adolescent
male, is a strange thing.  I hardly even caught him looking at girls, and
would only comment or look if someone pointed out a good looking girl
first.  And then there was this; whenever someone started to talk about
women to him, he would look down at the ground, as if he didn't want to
talk about it.  I had thought at times that maybe he was gay like me, but
dismissed it as nothing more than wishful thinking.

"Especially when you're doing laps up one way, and a chick is in the
opposite lane, keeping pace with you, and every time you breath, all you
see is a faceful of tit," I joked with him, another lie.  In fact, I loved
nothing more than doing breaststroke behind Nathan or another guy on the
swim team, getting a clear view of all that was infront of me.

"Ha, yeh, know exactly what you mean" he said, still looking down.  What
was that though?  He said, 'know what you mean' again, in response to both
my observations about hot girls at the pool.  There was something going on
here.

We were quite for a few seconds, Nathan still looking down at the floor,
and me taking this opportunity to see up his pant leg to try and catch a
glimpse of underwear.  He was sitting on a chair infront of me, so my head
was at the same height as his cock.

"I can feel myself getting a hard on just thinking about it," I ventured.
We always joked around about sex and stuff, but just a comment like that,
saying that I was getting a hard on, was a bit unusual.  He looked up from
the floor and instead looked at my crotch.  Maybe I had gone too far,
thinking that maybe there was something there when in actual fact there
wasn't.  Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach.

"That's not going to do your swimming any good, having to drag that thing
through the water," he joked with me, smiling.  God that smile sent me
crazy....

This was followed by an uncomfortable silence, both of us staring at
objects around the room, but not at each other.

"Is it OK if I get changed here?" I asked, breaking the silence again.

"Yeh, go ahead," he said as, with great difficulty, I got up out of the
beanbag and grabbed my backpack that I had bought with me.  I unzipped the
top of it and pulled out my speedos.

"Where should I go?" I asked him.

He shrugged.  "Why not here?" he said, picking up a pen off his table to
avoid looking at me.

I froze for a second.  What was he suggesting here?  Was this purely
innocent, was he teasing me, or was he trying to make a move on me?

"Here?" I asked.

"Yeh, I'll just turn around," he said, swivelling in his chair to face the
opposite wall.

I stood there for a second, unsure what to do.  What the hell...he had
invited me to get changed here, he obviously had no problem with it, and I
had nothing to hide, so I undid the tie strings on my pants and dropped
them to the floor, pushing my boxers down with them.

I stepped out of my underwear and pants and stepped into my speedos,
pulling them up to my waist.  It was there that I came to a problem.

My dick had responded to being naked only metres from my dream boy, and had
started growing.  I tried to push it into the material of the speedos, but
they were tight, racing pairs, and all they did was cover the enormous
bulge, making it look even more obvious.  I tried to rearrange it, to no
avail.

"Taking your sweet time," Nathan muttered, sarcastically again.

"Well I told you, hard-ons in speedos are not good," I said, still fiddling
with my dick.

With that, Nathan swivelled around in his chair to face me.  I froze with
panic.  Here I was, with my 6.5" cock bulging out of my tight speedos, half
my pubic hair showing, and Nathan was staring at my near-naked body.

He shook his head from side to side.

"I'm afraid that isn't going away that easily by the looks of it," he said,
staring at my bulge.

"Um, yeh," was all I could manage, looking down at it.  I was afraid to
touch it, in case it popped out and Nathan saw it all...what little he
didn't already see that is.

"So why don't you do something about it?" he ventured, changing what he was
looking at from my cock to my eyes.

I just raised an eyebrow at him, thinking I knew what he meant, but not
wanting to jump to any conclusions.

He continued to look at me for a second, and then reached over to a corner
of his desk that was behind him.  There was box of tissues there, which he
grabbed and handed to me.

I looked at the box as if it were some kind of relic from another planet
that had mysteriously and suddenly appeared in my hands, blank and
dumbfounded.  He was suggesting that I beat off!

"Here?" I asked him when I finally came to my senses.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before or done myself," he replied.  OK, so he
was keen to see me beat off.

I went back to staring at the box of tissues in my hand, and finally
getting my nerves together, put it down on the bed beside me before
reaching down to my speedos.

I pulled the front of the swimmers away from my waist and my cock raised up
to peek out over the edge.  Nathan would just be able to see the top of the
uncircumcised head from where he was.  I reached in with my other hand and
pulled it out all the way, where it sat straight out from my body, pointing
at my best friend.

He only caught a glimpse of it, because next I bent over to pull my speedos
down to my ankles.  As I stood up I pulled my shirt up over my head and
threw it on the bed beside me.  I was now standing totally naked infront of
him.

I stood there for a second, noting the fact that Nathan was staring
straight at my cock, transfixed by it.  I reached down with my left hand
and took good grip on the shaft, then pulled back until the foreskin peeled
back over the red, hard cockhead.  A small drip of precum had oozed out of
the head and stood like a pearl in my piss-slit.

Then I moved my fist forward, closing the foreskin over the head again and
feeling my first and second finger run over the bell-like edge of the head,
sending sensations all the way up and down my back and legs, through my
entire body.

Then I repeated the movement, back slowly until the foreskin was open, then
forward until it closed.  Then I did it again, but a bit faster this time,
and then again, faster again.  Within a few seconds, I had a good rhythm
going, stroking myself infront of my best friend.

I had closed my eyes for a second to enjoy the sensations of jerking off,
and when I opened them again, they went straight to Nathans crotch,
attracted by movement there.  His hand was rubbing the obvious bulge that
had grown between his legs.

I continued to stroke my cock, feeling the sensation of my fingers running
over the cockhead run through my entire body, when Nathan spoke up.

"That's the first time I've seem someone who is uncircumcised jerk off.
How do you do it?" he asked.

I ceased my cock stroking efforts, causing my dick to jump a few times..

"Easy, really.  Just put your fingers here," I said as I took a step toward
him so he could see easier, and wrapped half my fist around my cock so that
my middle finger rested on the bell edge.

"Then make a fist, and stroke," I explained, as I did just that, closing my
hand around my cock and beginning to stroke again.

He watched closely as my hand ran up and down my cock, opening and closing
my foreskin over the red tip.  This felt so much better with him watching,
better than ever before.

I continued to stroke myself, starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasm
coming on, when, he spoke up again.

"Can I try it?" he asked.  "I have to use lube to do it properly, like
you're doing," he added, as if to justify his request.

I took a second to think about it.  Then decided that it required no
thought at all; I knew what I wanted.

"Sure, go ahead," I said, as I removed my fist and took a step back to let
him get up out of the chair.

He walked over to me and stook beside me, never taking his eyes off my
cock.  Then he reached across my body and grabbed my dick with his left
hand, so we were both facing the same direction, him to my right.

This was the first time another guy had touched my cock, and the feeling
was electric.  I nearly blew my load right there and then.  But I managed
to hold on long enough for him to start stroking me.

It was bit cumbersome, he wasn't able to get the angle correct, and wasn't
really doing it right.  He kept loosing his grip and couldn't get a good
stroke rate going.

"Hold on, try this," I said, taking a step to my left and causing him to
let go of my cock. Then, I backed up to him so my ass was against his
crotch, and he was looking at the back of my head.  I reached behind myself
and grabbed his left hand, then bought it around to the front of my body
and placed it on my cock.

I saw Nathan look over my right shoulder to see what he was doing as he
rearranged his grip on my shaft, and at the same time, moved his right hand
up to my sternum, using it to pull my body closer to his.  As our bodies
touched, his chest and stomach against my back, I felt his rock hard cock
press up against my ass.  It made my asshole tingle and my cock jump again.
I physically felt another drop of precum leak out of the top of my cock.
He now had a good solid grip on my dick and was holding my body tight
against his.

He started stroking me again, the wet precum causing a slapping sound as my
foreskin open and closed over the head.  I looked down and saw the
glistening substance had worked its way over a few of Nathans fingers, also
making my entire cock slightly damp.

He continued to stroke me, gripping tight and going fast, just as if I were
doing it myself.  But standing there, with my best friend, who I had
dreamed of for years, doing it me, was so much better than anything I could
ever have hoped to achieved by myself.

He started to grind his hips into mine, driving his dick, covered by his
pants, into my bare asscheeks.  I could tell that it was pointing straight
up, and the tip was running up and down between the crack as he dry humped
me.  The thought got me even hornier, and I started to feel the orgasmic
sensation returning to my dick.

"I think I'm going to cum soon," I said quietly, simultaneously pushing my
ass back against his cock.

He tugged my dick a few more times, then stopped and removed his fist.  A
few strings of precum followed it.  I could see his forefinger and
middlefinger were covered in it, as was about two thirds of my cock.

"We wouldn't want that, just yet, would we?" he mused, grabbing my waist
and turning me around so that I faced him.  We were eye to eye, and he
smiled again, nearly driving me to cum all over him even without anyone
touching my dick.  Then he did something that took me by surprise, even at
this point.

Still keeping eye contact with me, and smiling all the way, he dropped
slowly to his knees infront of me, my wet cock now only inches from his
face.  He moved his gaze from my eyes to the hard, wet dick in front of
him, and gripped it again with his precum-covered left hand.  He moved the
foreskin right back so the red end was pointing directly at him, covered in
wet, clear, sticky precum.  Then, without warning or hesitation, he opened
his mouth and took above half of my cock into it.

The feeling was unbelievable.  This was the first time I had gotten head
from someone else, and Nathan was working on my cock like there was no
tomorrow.  First, he ran his tongue over the bell end, licking off all the
precum, and then I could feel him rubbing it back and forth quickly over
the underside of my cock, at the most sensitive part at the bottom.  He did
this whilst creating a suction like no other on my piece of meat, and
simultaneously moving his mouth back and forth over the shaft in a
wanking-like rhythm.  It was all I could do not to collapse.

I moved my hands down to rest on the top of his head, so that even though
he was doing all the work, it felt like I was face fucking him.  He
continued to work my cock, holding the base with his left hand so that it
pointed straight out, and working on the rest of it with his mouth,
swallowing all the precum that had previously covered it and licking up any
more that oozed out.

I had closed my eyes and was concentrating on not cumming straight away
when I felt his left hand move from my cock and be replaced by his other
hand.  Before I knew it, I felt his left hand reappear on my ass, his
fingers resting on the crack.

He started to explore my ass with his left hand as he continued to suck
away on my dick, alternating his tongue movements from flicking back and
forth on the underside to running over the bell head and in and around the
piss slit.  This was driving me crazy.

Then his fingers, still wet with precum, found my asshole.  I felt it
twitch as he touched it for the first time, and started to kneed it with
his forefinger, pressing gently against it and rubbing it in a circular
motion.  I pressed my ass back against his hand to show my approval, taking
care not to remove too much of my cock from his mouth while doing so.

I closed my eyes again, and then, without warning, I suddenly felt his
finger penetrate my virgin asshole, driving it in to what felt like about
the second knuckle, about six centimetres.

I jumped with surprise, driving my cock right into Nathans mouth and
pressing it up against his throat, which served a good purpose really,
because the act of getting ass-fingered for the first time caused a shot of
cum to jump out of my cock, which then landed at the back of Nathans
throat, causing him to swallow it immediately.

My knees buckled as he withdrew his finger until only the nail was still
inside me, and then slowly slipped it back in again, lubed with my own
precum.  I could feel every millimetre of his long finger moving into me,
and was lost in the combined sensations of being fingered and having my
dick sucked.

He pumped his finger in and out of my ass a few more times, getting me
loose a little bit and making my ass feel a little bit more confortable
with the finger that was lodged in it, when I felt him push it in as far as
it would go, right up to where it joined his hand.  I could feel his finger
pretty deep inside me, wiggling around.

I was enjoying this too much to think, but I should have realised what it
was he was looking for before he found it.  When his finger touched my
prostate gland for the first time, my entire body suddenly jumped with a
surprise additional sensation, like no other I had felt up to this point.
I felt another volley of cum launch out of my cock to land at the back of
Nathan's throat.  I took the pause in sucking as meaning that he had
swallowed it like the previous one.

Now that he had found the gland, he drove his finger even deeper into my
ass, causing me to drive my dick further into his mouth.  He wiggled the
end of his finger over the gland, as if it were a roller ball on a tracking
mouse.

"Mmmmm...I'm going to cum," I managed to whisper through clenched teeth,
feeling my load whell up inside me, ready to spray out into his mouth.

He stopped stroking my prostate and simultaneously removed his mouth from
my cock, causing it to slap up wetly against my lower belly, leaving a wet
patch of saliva and cum on my belly button.  He removed his finger slowly
from my ass, leaving it feeling a little sore, but also making me wish it
was back in there.

He stood up to face me.

"Did you like that?" he asked.  Need he ask?

"Need you ask?" I replied, smiling.

"I couldn't let you cum just yet though.  In case you haven't noticed, I'm
still fully dressed," he said, stepping back and holding out his hands to
display his clothed body.

Without need for further hints, I kneeled down infront of him and lifted up
the front part of his shirt to get to his pants.  I could see the bulge
there, and couldn't wait to see what his cock looked like.  I had seen him
nearly naked in speedos, but to finally see him fully naked and allowing me
to do whatever I wanted to him, would be a dream come true.

I found the ties that were holding his pants up, and started to fumble with
them.  In my excitement, I could hardly work out how to undo them.
Finally, the knot came undone and I loosened the elastic around his waist.

Immediately, I hooked my fingers into the waistline of his pants and found
the elastic of his boxers.  Then, running one hand to the front of his
pants to pull his underwear out away from his cock, I quickly but gently
pulled down his pants and boxers.

And there it was; the object of my desires.  His cock was as beautiful as
the rest of him: porcelain white perfect skin, covering a straight 7 inches
of hard cock, ending in a pinky red slightly pointed cockhead which pointed
out from his circumcised bell-end.  His dick was longer than mine, but a
little thinner.  The thought entered my head that if he decided to put it
in my ass, it wouldn't stretch my asshole too much, but I would be able to
feel it deep inside me.

The base was covered in short, probably trimmed, brown pubic hair, and his
balls were shaved by the looks of it, completely hairless.  They clung
close to the base of his cock, and were of average size.  The musky smell
of his manhood reached my nose and drove me crazy.  Without further ado, I
gripped the base of his cock the same as he had done with mine, and opening
my mouth, took as much of it into my throat as I could.

There was little or no taste to his cock, just a hint of saltiness as I
licked around his cockhead to pick up any precum that might be there.  I
tried to do the same for him as he had done for me, using my tongue to
flick back and forth over the underside of his dick and run it in and out
of his piss-slit.  I used my left hand to stroke the rest of the shaft of
his cock, the part that I couldn't fit into my mouth.

I continued on like this for a minute or two, savouring the taste of his
dick and cum.  After a little while, he lifted his shirt up over his head
so he was fully naked.  I took the opportunity to reach around behind him
and grip both his asscheeks with my hands, leaving my mouth to work his
dick.

I started to feel around his ass to find his anus, and when I did, I
started to kneed it like he had done with mine.  I would have pushed my
finger in right there and then, but it was dry, and I knew it wouldn't work
properly, at least, not as good as he had done for me.

I ceased my sucking on his cock and rocked back onto my ankles so that I
was still at the same height as his cock and ass.

"Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles without bending your knees," I
ordered him.  This might have been a hard task for some people, but I knew
that both Nathan and I were quite flexible from the training we did.  He
did as I had told him, exposing his pink anus and hairless asscrack for me.

I moved forward on my knees and positioned my face at his ass.  Then, I got
under him and stuck out my touch to lick his balls, which were just visible
between his legs.  I looked down at him, and saw him staring at my cock,
which was inches from his face but too far away from him to do anything
with.

After licking his balls for a second or two, I proceeded to lap my tongue
further up his asscrack until I reached his asshole, which I spent a few
more seconds playing with, rubbing my tongue around it and pushing the tip
inside a little.  I felt him jump as I broke into him just slightly.

Teasing him, I left his anus and continued up his asscrack until I reached
the top, leaving a trail of spit from his balls to the top of his asscrack,
with a large wet patch at his anus.

I rocked back onto my ankles at looked at him, his face upside-down to me.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Hell yeh," he replied, starting to stand up, thinking it was all over.
But I quickly grabbed one of the hands that he was using to hold on to his
ankle, so he stayed where he was.  Then, I rocked forward again off my
ankles and dove into his ass again.

This time I attacked his asshole straight away, using my tongue to wetten
the whole area and lick in and around the puckered hole.  Then, as if I
were giving an open-mouthed kiss to someone, I opened my mouth and sealed
off an area around his anus.

Then, I started to suck as best I could, which was not very well, but also
started to prode his hole with my tongue.

At first, it was gently prodding.  Then, I poked him hard enough to break
the seal of his anus and popped my tongue inside him half a centimetre.  I
left it in there for a second or two, then pulled it back out.

Next, I prodded him again, not entering him, but just pushing against his
ass.  Then, I pushed hard enough to enter him again, this time twice as far
as before, but still only a centimetre or so.

Just as quickly, I removed my tongue and prodded him again, but not
entering him.  Then, I did enter him, this time, by two centimetres.

I carried on this routine until I had my entire tongue pushing in and out
of his asshole, as far as I could get it in and then pulling it all the way
out, then prodding his asshole but not entering him, but pushing it in as
far as it would go again.  By the groans he was letting out, I ascertained
that this was driving him crazy.

Next, I reached around underneath him to grab his cock.  It was pressed up
against his belly, but I could still play with it and stroke him a little
bit as I continued to drive my tongue into him, adding swirling motions as
I went and especially swirling it around when it was inside him, as if I
were pashing his asshole.

After only a minute or so of this, I heard him mutter, "Wait..."

I stopped, standing back and drawing in a deep breath of air.  That had
been hard work.  I saw a large wet spot around his asshole as he stood up
and turned around to face me.

He walked up to me and grabbed me in an embrace, quickly locking his lips
onto mine and opening his mouth to pash me in the same way I had pashed his
asshole seconds earlier.  I felt his tongue enter my mouth and move around
my teeth and lock with my tongue.

The passionate kiss lasted for what felt like a full minute, when he
finally broke it.

"That was unbelievable," he said, gripping my shoulders and holding me at
arms length while he looked me straight in the eyes.  I just cocked my head
to one side as if it say 'it was nothing'.

"The only reason I told you stop is because I was going to cum right there
and then, and I didn't want to do that," he said.

"Why, what did you have in mind?" I asked him, unsure of what he was
thinking of.

"Not so much what, but where, as in where was I going to cum," he said.

This last part I didn't quite understand.  He could cum anywhere he wanted
to; this was his bedroom and I was sure he had cummed just about everywhere
through it anyway.

Then, he leaned to one side, using his grip on my shoulders to move me the
other way, and looked down at my ass for a second, then returned his gaze
to my eyes.

He wanted to put it in my ass.

I smiled at him.  "I think we can manage that," I said, still smiling.

Letting go of me, he walked over to his bedside table and pulled out a tube
of lubricant from the drawer there.  Popping the top, he squeezed out a bit
onto his fingers and started to work it around his hard dick.

"Lay down on the bed, facing the wall," he instructed me, squeezing out a
bit more lube and adding it to what was already on his cock.  I did as he
said, laying down on the double bed on my side, my ass facing him, and
myself facing the wall.

I felt him lie down on the bed beside me.

"Now curl up into a foetus position," he told me, moving a pillow so he
could use it to prop up an elbow onto.  Again, I did as I was told, pulling
my legs up to my chest and holding onto them with my arms.  This movement
exposed my asshole, which apart from Nathan's finger, was still virginal,
to his cock, which was just lower than my ass and pointing directly up at
it.

I saw him squeeze out a bit more lube from the bottle and felt him start to
work it into my asshole, using two fingers to spread it around my asscrack
and one to work it into and around my actual asshole.  It felt so good to
have his finger back in there, but before I knew it, it was gone again.

I heard him cap the bottle and put it back over on the beside table, then
use a couple of tissues to dry his hands.  I then felt his left hand rest
on my waist at the point where my legs started to curl back up to my chest,
just above my exposed buttocks.

"Are you ready?" he asked, grabbing hold of the base of his dick with his
right hand.

"Sure.  Go ahead," I answered, rolling my head forward to look directly at
the wall and relaxing my ass muscles as much as I could.

"OK," he said, moving up slightly on the bed to position his dick at my
entrance.

I could feel the warm, wet tip of his dick press against the virgin flesh
of my tight asshole, and was getting ready for it when he suddenly applied
a small amount of pressure and the tip of his dick popped into my ass.

There was a moment's pain while my ass got use to having something a bit
bigger than his finger in there, but like I had said, his dick was long and
fairly thin, so it wasn't an enormous thing to get use to.  My ass adapted
quickly, and I got use to having him inside me.

"You OK?" he asked, pausing for a second.  He must have noticed me jump
when he pushed the tip in.

"Yeh, I'm fine.  Just take it slow," I told him, glancing over my shoulder
to look at him.

Without replying, he applied a little more pressure and I started to feel
the shaft of his dick move into me, slowly, slowly.  I could feel my
asshole stretching, and it sometimes felt a bit painful, but every inch or
so, Nathan would stop for a few seconds and let my asshole expand to
accommodate the new length of shaft that was in me.

After what seemed a few minutes, I could feel the prickly bush of his pubic
hair push up against my asscheeks and crack.  He was all the way in; his
dick was right inside me.

"That's it, it's in," he confirmed.  "How are you?" he asked, still
concerned.

"Fine, just fine.  It feels absolutely fantastic," I told him.  Not a lie:
it felt unbelievable.  I couldn't wait until he started to pump me.

He paused for a second, then started to slowly withdraw his long shaft from
my now non-virgin ass.  I could feel every inch slip out of me, right up
until his dickhead popped out and his dick was out of me again.  My ass
felt hollow: I wanted him back in there.

But there was no need for me to say so; he quickly put the head back in and
then started to push the shaft back into my ass again, at about the same
speed he had withdrawn it from me seconds earlier.  It felt so good to have
his dick running into me, impaling my exposed ass.

When he was all the way in, up to the base of his dick again, he paused,
and then started to withdraw it again, but this time paused before the head
popped out.  Then, he started to push it back in, this time a little
quicker, until it was all the way in, at which point he pulling it out
again until only the head was inside me.  My ass was on fire with
sensations; I thought I had died and gone to heaven as my 16 year old best
friend steadily broke in my asshole.

Within a few minutes, he had a good stroke rate going, pulling out and
pushing in the full length of his dick at the rate of a slow masturbation
session.  My ass was feeling fine, and the lube made it easy for his dick
to get in and out..

Then, he stopped with his dick fully lodged inside me.

"OK, now straighten your legs out," he told me, moving his left hand from
my waist to my lower thigh and directing my legs down until I was lying
straight again.  Now, we were both lying outstretched, him facing my back
and his dick inside me.  As I moved my legs down, I could feel the dynamics
of my ass change, and especially felt my asshole tighten its grip on his
dick.

When I was lying straight again, Nathan resumed his drilling of my ass.  He
pulled out again, and then drove back in, slightly slower than before.
This way was way better than before: I could feel his dick rubbing against
my asscheeks as he pulling out and pushed in to my asshole.  I started to
take deep, short breaths, and I could hear him doing the same.

"God, you're so tight.  This is great," he said, looking down at my ass as
he pumped away at me.

I had no reply, I just laid there lost in ecstasy as he fucked me for the
first time.  The first time of what I imagined would be many.

After a few minutes, I felt him reach around with his free left hand and
formed a fist with it around my rock-hard dick.  The mere sensation of him
touching my cock caused it to jump and issue a glob of precum.  He quickly
started to stroke my dick.

The feeling from this was unbelievable.  The simultaneously sensation of
him drilling my ass and jacking me off was too much.  My asshole started to
convulse around his dick, tightening its already tight grip on his shaft.
I could tell I was going to cum any second now.

Then, I heard Nathan let out a "mmm...hhhhh" sound, and felt his dick drive
deep into me as it started to jump widely.  He was cumming inside me, and I
could feel the hot spurts of cum painting my insides.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.  The thought of him cumming
inside me, him screwing my ass, and also jacking me off launched me into
the biggest orgasm of my life so far.  It was all I could do not to scream
out as I spurted shot after shot of long, stringy, white cum over his
bedspread, his hand and my stomach.

After what seemed like minutes, with Nathan slowly rocking his dick back
and forth in my ass to squeeze out any remaining cum and finish off the
orgasm, and using his hand to do the same to me, he finally withdrew his
deflating dick.

He rolled back onto his back, and I did the same, rolling over onto my
other side so that I faced him.  I moved my right leg over his so legs were
intertwined and put my right arm on his chest.  Both our bodies were
dripping with sweat and I could feel the heat from his body as he took in
deep breaths to recover form the orgasm.

There was silence for a second, niether of us knowing exactly what to say.

"That was...unbelievable," was all I could manage, thinking that only
minutes ago I had walked into his room, as I had done on hundreds of days
before this, not expecting anything different, but instead receiving the
best sexual experience of my life.

"Yeh, I know.  I think we might have to try that again some time," he
mused, smiling at me again.

We layed there for a second more.

"We've got training in half an hour," I told him, looking over at the clock
on his bedside table.

He turned to look at it too, then turned to look at me and smiled again.

"I've got a better idea," he said, as he rolled over onto his side to look
away from me, and curled up into a foetus position, exposing his virgin ass
to my now hardening dick.

I could tell this was going to be a good training session.