TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Gordon's Tale 2
Fair warning, part two does have sex, but it is much more about our feelings of how our first time was. We were only 14, but we were deeply in love.
We laid there catching our breath. Mark rolled off of me and cuddled up beside me, one leg and one arm draped over me. He put his head on my chest and snuggled up closer. I could feel his sticky, soft cock pressed up against my hip. I was really starting to like this cuddling thing.
I was totally comfortable. I mean we were both in need of a hot shower, but at that moment I didn't care. I pulled my free arm up and started playing with his hair. Just softly rubbing my fingers through it. It just felt right. He moaned really softly and kind of nuzzled his head a little lower on my chest. We didn't say a word. We just laid there. Our breathing seemed to sync up somehow. I had never felt so at peace. I could feel the smile on my face.
As I laid there running my fingers through his hair, his breathing slowed and became softer. After a while I realized he was asleep. One arm and leg across me, head on my chest, my fingers in his hair, and he was asleep?
How awesome is that? He is so comfortable with me he can fall asleep like that? I thought.
I wished I could kiss him on the top of his head, but I worried that might wake him. He felt so good lying there against me. What did I do to deserve this? I was happy. So totally in love.
He said he loves me!
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep.
I woke up from a beautiful dream. A wet dream, but I felt strange. The smell wasn't right. My bed felt strange. There was someone in bed with me? Then it all came flooding back. I wasn't at home – I wasn't in my room! This wasn't my bed. I was at Mark's. I was in his bed. He was in it with me. Last night wasn't a dream. It was real! It really happened!
We were under the sheet. I didn't remember getting under it. He wasn't on top of me anymore, but there were places we were touching. He was there only inches away. The last thing he said ran through my brain. "I love you too." He loved me. It was the last thing I remembered. "I love you too." I felt my eyes well up. I knew the tears were coming. I let them. Tears of joy, of happiness, contentment. These tears came because my heart couldn't hold back the emotion those four words meant.
I was in love with my best friend, and he loved me too!
I suddenly realized what had woken me. I really had to piss. Damn, I had hoped that boner was… I really had to go. I slipped out of bed as smoothly and quietly as I could. I turned to look at him. He was so beautiful, lying there sleeping.
I really need to pee. I know the way. I've been in his room before. I've spent the night. Now I've slept in his bed � with him. Why can't I move? I know the way. He looks so peaceful. So relaxed. So sexy. So…Mark.
I really have to pee. Then a thought comes to me. I can. I want to. If he wakes up he won't care. In fact I want him to wake up. I'm going to do it, but first, I really have to pee.
I've never gone so much in my life. It just kept coming out. I gave up trying to hit the side. It sounded like the fountain in front of the country club outside of town. Finally I was drained. It went completely soft.
I thought about what I was planning. It was so…
Should I? It's…
I was going to do it. I am evil.
I was as quiet as possible. I mean the hall was carpet, I was barefoot, no way I was going to make any sounds and wake him up.
I was so quiet sneaking back to his room. It had gone down when I'd pissed, but now it was hard again.
I felt so… oh man I could barely keep from giggling.
I opened the door, turned and very gently closed the door. My dick was like a piece of steel only Superman could bend. I turned on my tip toes. He was lying there, totally uncovered. His head was propped up on one hand. Well that plan went to shit, but I was still going to suck that dick.
"You gotta go too?" I said feeling the blush in my face as his eyes locked on my boner.
"Did you jack off in there? You were in there forever,"
I walked to the bed and got in as he jumped up. His dick was full, but not �I'm horny' hard. More �I gotta piss' hard. I laid down as he walked toward the door. I was totally checking out that ass. I was in that. It was wonderful.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, and asked, "Tell the truth. Do I have a nice ass?"
I said, "No, you have a fabulous ass."
He was gone for what seemed like an eternity. I put my hands under my ass so I wouldn't touch my dick. It was begging me to spank it. But I wanted him so bad.
Finally, he came back in, as hard as I am. Smiling such a cute grin.
He says, "Heads or tails?"
"What?"
"Heads or tails? You win, you do whatever you want to me. I win, you do whatever I want you to do to me."
He takes long steps and practically leaps into bed. I almost came.
"Shit. I forgot to get a quarter."
He slowly crossed over me rubbing against me as he slid out of bed. I kind of notice a bit of a stench. Well I'm sure I stink a little too. Why did this just occur to me now?
"How about we take a shower first?"
He looks at me, at my boner.
"Together?"
"Well duh, silly," I laugh.
I guess he liked the idea, because he was halfway out the door before he looked to see if I was following. I suddenly pictured myself washing his body. I took the room in two steps.
I was a little confused as he didn't head toward the bathroom, but went toward the living room. I always loved how that carpet felt on my bare feet. He went into his parents' room. We were going to shower in their bathroom?
Why not. It was way bigger than the shower in the hall bathroom. The actual room was bigger too.
He turned on the water in that big shower. Hot, not too hot, but a good bit of steam was starting as we stepped in and I closed the glass door. We stood close together. I closed my eyes in pleasure as the steam rose up and the hot water came down. Both seemed to caress my body. I hadn't realized until that second how badly I needed this. I'd never been in a private shower with another boy before. This was definitely a night for �never did that before.'
I knew he was there so I opened my eyes. His were closed. He looked like I felt. Totally needing this. The tension of what we were experiencing seemed to run down my body with the water. It ran down the drain and away from me like I was a balloon being deflated. I was relaxed, but I felt him next to me. I needed to be closer. I think we both moved at the same time. We were standing so close. Our dicks were nearly touching. I was a good four inches taller, so his was about half way between my balls and my head. It felt so natural to put my arms around him. I pulled him closer. I suddenly felt the desire, the need to wash his hair. I fumbled around looking for the shampoo. I found it, picked it up, and didn't ask, I just turned him and started lathering his hair. He sighed so deeply. I knew he was loving it. I was for sure. He turned so he was facing me and laid his head on my shoulder.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
I pulled him under the water and let it rinse his hair.
"Keep going" he whispered.
I took the washcloth and lathered it up with soap. As soon as it touched him, he yanked it from my hand and tossed it over the glass door. I heard it plop on the floor. I kind of chuckled. I knew what he wanted. I grabbed the soap and started lathering him up with my hands. His smile and sigh let me know I had understood. This was my idea. How did he become the one in charge? I really didn't care. I washed his front from behind him, he turned and I washed his back from in front of him. Our dicks danced together. That feeling is impossible to describe.