From: riomaria@aol.com (Rio Maria)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Tim {m/m, first time, mild scat}
Date: 11 Jun 1994 02:30:04 -0400
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                            TIM


     Near my girlfriend's house was a music store called the Sound
Shop.  We'd go in there often, looking for interesting new sounds. 
Lisa always used to joke that the guys that worked there were hot for
me.  There were some obviously gay guys in the store, and they did
seem to put on whatever album we happened to be looking at, but I
never thought they were really interested in me.
     One night, Lisa and I had a bit of a fight, and I took her home
early.  On my way back to my place, I decided to stop in to the Sound
Shop for a look around.  As I pawed through the import section, one
of the employees walked up to me.
     "Where's your girlfriend tonight?" he asked.
     "Oh, I took her home early."
     "Well, look, we're about to close, you're gonna have to leave."
     "Okay, be seeing you."
     "Hey, man," the employee said, "if you're in the mood to have a
good time, I know where there's a big party going on.  A bunch of us
are heading there after we close up, and it'd be okay if you went."
     "No offense, man, but if it's a gay thing, I'm not into it." I
leveled with him.
     "No, it's a lotta people.  It's cool.  Don't worry about it.
Just come on by and bring some beer.  It's at 1213 Avalon.  You know
where that is?"
     "Sure," I told him.  "Maybe I'll check it out."
      I really wasn't ready to call it a night, and he did seem
really cool about everything.  It didn't even faze him when I asked
if it was a gay party, so I figured I'd drop by.   I stopped at the
Stop 'n' Shop and grabbed a 12-pack, and then cruised on by 1213
Avalon.
     It appeared that there was a really huge party going on there,
so I didn't feel uncomfortable about crashing.  I wondered if I
should have gotten the dude's name, so I'd have something to say if
anyone should ask who invited me, but I didn't need to worry.  I just
breezed on in to the house, greeted by smiles and directed to the
kitchen where I put the beer into the fridge.
     In the living room, the lights were down, and the stereo was
turned way up.  A lot of people were dancing.  I looked around, and
saw one person I sort of knew: a guy from one of my math classes at
school.
     "Hey, man, you're in my Calculus class, aren't you?" I asked
him.
     "Yeah, my name's Ken."
     "I'm Mark."
     We engaged in a bit more small talk, and then Ken wandered off. 
I scoped out the action.
     It was not the kind of party I was used to.  For one thing,
there were a lot of gay couples here.  I saw guys with guys, and
girls with girls, as well as plenty of straight combos.  I played it
cool, trying to look as if this was no big deal to me.
     Then I saw another person I knew.
     Holly was in my English class, and I'd always thought she was
pretty sexy.  Holly was a brunette, sort of homely, but in a
curiously cute way.  She was a bit on the big side, with wide hips
and full legs.  I'd never made her acquaintance, and now I saw my
chance.
     I went up to her and introduced myself.  Holly recognized me and
seemed happy to see me here.  After a while, I asked her to dance
with me.
     The music was hard rock, and we started dancing.  Then someone
joined us.
     It was the guy from the Sound Shop.
     "Tim!" Holly squealed, hugging him as she turned her attention
from me.
     "Looks like a good party!" Tim said.  "Hey," he said to me, "I'm
glad you made it!"
     "Do you know Mark?" Holly asked.
     "No," Tim said, "but I'm the one that invited him here."
     "Good to meet you, Tim," I said, shaking his hand.
     Tim related the evening's earlier events to Holly.  "Wow, I love
this song!"
     "Me, too," Holly said, as another hard rock tune blared from the
speakers.  She and Tim began dancing.
     Well, I wasn't gonna be horned in on, so I stayed right there,
dancing with them.  They certainly didn't seem to mind, and we were
all having a good time.
     The song ended, and Holly excused herself to go get a drink.  I
was left with Tim.  A slow ballad began to play.
     "So, Mark, where do you know Holly from?"  Tim closed in on me,
putting his arms around me and beginning to slow dance.
     I sort of freaked inside, but I didn't want to look uncool, so I
took it in stride, and found myself slow dancing with this guy.  I
told him I had a class with Holly, trying to keep everything
matter-of-fact, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled our
chests together.
     He went quiet, and laid his head against my neck.  I didn't know
what to do!  I didn't want to insult him by pushing him away, so I
went with the flow.  I looked around and saw Holly against the wall
smiling at me.
     "Oh, Jeez!  Now she's gonna think I'm gay!"  I worried.  Then I
saw Ken, looking at me the same way.  I had the impulse to push Tim
away and run for it, but I felt his hands drop lower on my back.   He
pulled my body against his, and I could feel his crotch against mine.
 I immediately realized his dick was hard as he began to grind
against me.
     Then he raised his head, and placed his lips against mine.  I
didn't know what I was doing, but I allowed him to kiss me.  I felt
his tongue pressing between my lips.  It really wasn't so bad, I
realized, as his tongue made its way into my mouth.  Before I knew
it, I was frenching this guy just like I would any girl!
     The song ended, and I realized I'd better get away before Tim
got the wrong idea.  But he gripped my hand in his and began leading
me away.
     "Where are you going?"
     "Shhhh."
     And then I was walking up the stairs.  Tim kept his grip on my
hand as he opened doors on the second floor.  On the third try, he
found an empty room.  Tim led me into someone's bedroom.
     Tim pushed me down onto the bed before I had a chance to object,
and was immediately at my zipper.  I had gone this far, I figured; I
might as well take a blow job from the guy.  So I allowed him to open
my pants.  
     He did more than unzip me.  He yanked off my sandals, and pulled
my trousers all the way off, and tossed them to the side of the bed. 
He grabbed my cock, and pooped it into his mouth before I could even
think about what was happening.
     Despite my conscious concerns, my dick immediately hardened to
its 7 inch erection. Tim lapped at it furiously, bobbing up and down,
rubbing it with his hands, gnawing at the engorged head. I held back
from coming, as I my mind hammered the outrageous event into my
brain: I'm letting a guy suck my dick for the first time ever!
     I convinced myself that I was no fag for letting this happen,
that I was just enjoying the moment.  Then I realized that Tim had
shifted his position.  Now his butt was to my right, as he had
reoriented himself to point his eyes toward my feet.  I didn't know
what to do, so I rested my right hand on his ass.  I began to stroke
his butt and thighs, almost unconsciously.  A few times I found my
fingers stroking the crack of his ass, running over his puckered
butthole to the base of his balls.
     And then I saw his left leg rising over my face.  He was
straddling me, getting into the 69 position!  Hey, I wasn't ready for
this! But then his crotch was hovering over my face.
     What could I do?  Should I stop him in the middle of this
terrific blow job?  I didn't want to do that; I was in the mood to
come!  But I didn't want to return the favor!  I'm straight!  I'm no
cocksucker!
     Tim began to lower himself onto my face.  Now it was do or die!
I felt his balls brush my chin.  I went into automatic mode: I was
just going to do whatever!  Who cares? Who'll know?
     But I just couldn't suck dick.  Then I realized:  here's an
asshole in my face; what's the difference between a male and female
asshole?  Nothing, that's what!  So I just did what I'd do with Lisa!
 I pressed my face against his butt and began to lick at his ass.
     I quickly got carried away, licking his sphincter, probing at
the hole with my tongue, kissing his cheeks, and sucking at his anus.
 Then it dawned on me: sucking a guy's butt is far worse than sucking
his cock! This is the faggiest thing I coulda done!  So I backed away
from his butt in self-disgust.
     Evidently, Tim had had enough rimming, and figured I was game
for whatever at this point.  I felt his hand reach down between his
legs and grab his cock.  He placed the head of his dick against my
lips.
     I gave up all resistance.  I opened my mouth, and in slid his
slick, erect shaft.  I was surprised at how it filled my mouth, and
how it seemed perfectly suited for me.  It seemed as if the mouth
were the perfect place for a dick, fitting just perfectly in there! 
And suddenly it felt good to have this thing in my face.  It pleased
my tongue to roll around this fleshy rod, and my head began to bob in
what seemed a perfectly natural response.  I really wanted to get him
off!  I began to imagine what it would be like to feel him spurt his
come into my throat.  I wanted to taste that thick goo shooting off
into my mouth.  I sucked harder, squeezing my mouth tightly against
that wonderful prick.
     And he pulled out.
     I felt disappointment, and tried to pull him back to me, but he
jumped out of bed, and stood to the side.  I could see him standing
there with his cock proudly stiff.
     "Wanna fuck?" he asked.
     I felt absolutely insane!  I wanted it all!  I said to myself,
"You're a fuckin' cocksucker now, you're a homo, you're a pussyboy! 
Let him rip your ass open!"
     I pulled my legs up and spun around towards Tim, pointing my
virgin asshole to him.  "Fuck me, Tim.  Stick that dick up my ass and
make me scream!"
     Tim hesitated at my surprising enthusiasm, but soon I felt the
head of his cock being rubbed against my asshole.  Instinctively, my
sphincter held tight, but Tim knew how to overcome that resistance,
and, in one quick stroke, plunged into my butt.
     My first fuck was surprisingly easy.  It felt really good, right
from the start.  The sensation of having my asshole stretched open
was heavenly.  Tim's dick was long enough that I could feel it
pushing open the other end of my rectum, entering my colon.  The
feeling shot through my entire body, each stroke of his dick
stimulating my butthole and plunging into the depths of my anus.
     As Tim hammered away at my ass, I could feel the stimulation of
my bowels.  It was like I had to shit as bad as I ever had before.  I
felt the movements in my guts, but I couldn't tell if it was Tim's
dick or some huge turd dropping into my rectum.  I didn't care.  This
was the greatest feeling I'd ever had.
     When Tim finally pulled out, I realized it had been both.  His
dick was coated with a thick layer of brown stuff; a solid mass of my
shit clung to the head of his engorged penis.  Fuck, I was gonna
wallow in this experience!  Before he could do anything, I took his
dick in my mouth, sucking off the glob of turd, squishing it between
my tongue and his cock before I had time to think of what I was
doing!  I began swallowing motions, and felt the mass being sucked
off his dick and into my throat.  The pressured of my sucking and my
tongue action set him off, and I tasted, for the first time, the
spurts of semen squirting into my mouth.  I held it in there,
swishing it around, tasting it, playing with it, for as long as I
could before I gulped it down.
     Tim thought I'd been faking, that I wasn't a "gay virgin." I
never convinced him that this had been my first time.  Eventually, I
decided I was bisexual, and had plenty of other encounters with men,
but I never went back to Lisa.