Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 22:53:24 +0000
From: James Woodard <torchwood16@gmail.com>
Subject: Teenage Encounters: First Encounter

     The following series is a continuing series of fantasies which i have
been experiencing for a few years about some of my classmates from my
school life. Names have been changed. Hope you enjoy and i would appreciate
your feedback. Thanks. Please don't reprint it, in part or in whole,
without permission.


First point. I had always known I was different. I had always been
attracted to guys but I had never told another soul about my feelings.

        I couldn't believe my luck. I was on my way to Brad Thomas's 16th
birthday party. I didn't even know why he had invited me, after all, most
of the others going were the jocks from his sports teams. But I was happy
because I'd been secretly crushing on him for a while. Although, I wasn't
about to divulge that to him.

        Every sports lesson, I stiffened partially while admiring his
unique build. Toned muscles bulged from every aspect of his anatomy - the
results (no doubt) of endless working out and his strict fitness regime. He
was definitely in good shape and physically fit. And fit. In fact, those
days I had gym, I usually found myself wanking off over him, because the
part of his anatomy which interested me the most was, without doubt, his
penis. Twice a week, I got to see his Bench boxers with a very revealing
bugle, which I enjoyed gazing at. Second best, even though his imprint left
nothing to the imagination, if I followed the line of hair leading from his
pubic hair upwards, I could see his bulging six-pack which must have taken
much effort to perfect. It was hard earned. His physique had changed much
in the six years I had known him, and I had fancied him all that time. Six
years ago he had muscles but they were no rival to the muscles in his
present state. He was a totally different person. I could remember when his
enormous muscles and gigantic bugle had been almost non-existent.

        Inside, I quickly became bored. No one had spoken to me and I was
ready to leave when I saw Brad leave his friends and walk towards me, one
hand in his left pocket. When he reached me he was smiling, `So how's it
going?' he said, smirking broadly at me, which slightly unnerved me. `Um,
its ok, I suppose. I'll be honest, I'm a bit bored.' I said, chuckling and
he followed suit. `Don't worry,' he said `I'll get rid of them soon. Be
ready for me.' He pointed a finger to gesture upstairs. He withdrew his
hand from his pocket and clasped mine, as if he was shaking it, and when he
let go, there was an object in my hand. I looked at it and hastily hid it
in my pocket.

Brad had just given me a condom.

        My mind rushed, the object in my briefs stirring in unprecedented
excitement. My fantasy seemed as if it was becoming reality. I slowly
withdrew from the living room where the party was being held and headed
upstairs when the coast was clear, and into what had to be Brad's room. I
prepared to wait for him to get rid of his jock friends and see what
happened.

Whilst I waited, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to explore my
surroundings. I opened one of the drawers of his bedside cabinet and found
a couple of boxes of ultra-thick condoms. This set my mind into action,
questioning every new discovery. It was a well-known fact that gay men use
extra thick condoms to ensure safe sex in tight arses but could it possibly
be true. Was Brad gay or did he just want to hold off his climax? I doubted
that I would ever find out. He was probably playing a joke on me and would
burst in, in a minute with all his friends. This scenario would become the
next reason for the jocks to laugh at him. Whatever the reason, it was
nonetheless good that Brad lived alone.  His parents had died a few years
ago, and had left everything to him. Brad was rich and isolated. But,
unlike me, he no longer had restraints on his freedom by strict parents. I
opened another drawer and shocked myself with its content. On the surface
was a stack of his favoured Bench boxers but as I moved them aside, I
uncovered a box of pills. Brad had Viagra! I instantly tried to fathom why.
In case of emergency? Did Brad have trouble getting it up?

But also concealed was a pile of long tubes - masturbators! I took them out
one by one, Deep Throat Cup, Rolling Head Cup, Double Hole Cup. The writing
was starting to fade so I took this to mean that they had a lot of use.
Imagining Brad using them began to turn me on. Aware of this, I shut the
drawer and waited for the erection to retreat. Just over a minute later, I
heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I glanced at a clock. It was 9:37PM.

        The door opened and in walked Brad, who immediately shut it, pulled
a key from his right jean pocket and locked it. He looked at me and licked
his lips. `Hey babes!' He said, making me smile at his use of his regular
greeting, which was usually said jokingly but I noticed there was something
different this time, and he sat on the bed beside me. `So, you probably
have questions, yeah?'

        I could hold it in no longer. `Yes, I do. Like why did you invite
me here? Is this some kind of joke? And are you gay*?'* He looked at me
slyly. `Sorry. I know that's personal stuff which you don't have to tell me
, unless you want to.' I began staring into his blue eyes.

        `I invited you here to my house, and this party, because, yes,  I
am gay and I think you are fit!' He looked past me to his drawers, one of
which was slightly open. `Damn!' I thought, cursing myself. He had
obviously seen it and realised what I must have seen. He was speechless for
a second longer before, continuing. `I notice you've been in my drawer, eh?
Don't worry, I can get hard, babe. Just as much as any other guy. That's
just in case the scenario arises where I have to fuck a woman. Can't have
it getting around that I can't satisfy a lady or people might guess about
me. I can't lose the credibility of my friends if they find out. I've seen
how gays are treated on TV and read about it online. Its horrible.' He
placed a hand on the bed, near mine but not too close. `So, anyway, did you
like what you saw?'   I didn't need a second to answer. I smiled and
replied. `Yeah. Yeah, I did.'

        `And are you gay too?' he asked me, honestly, all jokiness put
aside.

        `Yeah, I am. But don't tell anyone else. And I won't tell anyone
about you.'

        `Neither will I. It'd be torture if anyone knew.' He stood up and
peered out of the window. `I've thought about it. I'd have to move away if
anyone found out. I couldn't face it.'

        "Me either, although I wouldn't be able to move away. Must be
convenient to be rich. You could move away and I'd have to face the wrath
of the homophobes." Brad turned and smiled at me before walking towards me
and sitting on the bed again. He leaned toward me and stroked the side of
my face. I found myself happy inside at his tender touch. Then he kissed
me, taking me by surprise. But, it was a pleasant surprise. My first proper
kiss ever.

        "Before we do something we regret, I have to know. Do you want
this?" Brad asked me, openly and I pondered for no more than a second. I
nodded and moved in for the kill. I kissed him back. Then we began to snog
and I stoked his face with one hand and with the other, I stroked his leg
from his knee to his thigh and made sure I was careful to stop before his
groin to tease him for a while. I opened my mouth at the exact time he
opened his and we began to explore with our tongues. After a minute, I
withdrew and moved my head away I started slowly licking his face all over.

        Meanwhile, my hand rose up from Brad's leg, wanting to touch every
part of his body, rising to his throat. I stroked his neck gently and felt
his Adams apple rise and fall as he swallowed. And as he murmured `That
feels so nice', I could feel it vibrating with each syllable. Without being
fully aware of what I was doing, my hands began removing Brads tie. It were
as if I had no control over them. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he
ruffled his hands through my hair playfully. I paused to imitate him and my
hand brushed against his thick, tousled hair. I returned to undressing him
and when all his buttons were undone, I slid the shirt off from his
muscular shoulders. He tossed it to the floor.

I slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. I removed his shoes and socks
whilst admiring his six-pack and his fully toned rippling pecs. He looked
like a god in human form. And I would definitely worship him. I leant
forward and wrapped my mouth around the bulge in his jeans, feeling his
dick reacting beneath. I reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulling them
down and chucking them away with disinterest. Walking away from the obvious
tent in his boxers, I went to the other side of the bed, obviously
confusing Brad, who watched me intently. I kissed him again, this time our
faces upside-down to one another and he began stroking my face. After a
minute of doing this, I plucked up my courage and moved back around the
bed, positioning myself on his lap. His beast rose a fraction, before
pausing. I began tenderly touching him all over his chest, starting with
his pecs and then his rippling six pack which I explored intently. I bent
over slightly and began gently licking his larynx and he groaned in
delight. I moved my tongue down to his pecs and gently nibbled on his
nipples which encouraged a massive reaction, sending his cock out of
control, straining in his boxers, positioned against my arse. There was not
the slightest wavering. I slid off my shirt and trousers and he began
eyeing up my semi in my boxers as he stroked my chest, until my cock was
sticking out at slightly more than a right angle, rock solid.

I watched his cock, urging to be free and unchained by the fabric, mine
yearning for the same, inside my own boxers. My imprint was just over half
the size of Brads, and I knew that he had noticed but he didn't seem
displeased so my confidence grew.

I gripped his boxers firmly and slid them down, revealing his knob in all
its glory. He did the same to me and we slid them off completely and
chucked them aside, lost in the moment. I pushed on his chest, sending him
to a laying position on the bed, and I repositioned myself, slowly going
down on his groin. His cock must have been at least 8-3/4inches compared to
my 7inches. I slowly took his cock in my hand, and tenderly began to slide
his foreskin over his head. He moaned quietly and quivered at my touch on
his most sensitive organ. I stopped after a few minutes, tracing a finger
along the thick vein running down the shaft, before taking the entire head
of his penis into my eager mouth. I ran my tongue around to more inviting
moans before I took more of it into my mouth, sliding my lips down his
thick shaft. It was certainly a mouthful.

I began to move my head up and down slowly whilst stirring my tongue on his
tip, to give him more pleasure and make him moan for me again. I was
cautious, not wanting him to cum too soon. While I was going about my
business at his groin, Brad reached down with his long arms and began
stroking my back, his touch turning me wild inside. My cock brushed against
his legs.

All the while I was sucking on his knob, I could hear his breathing getting
deeper and slower as he got nearer and nearer to his climax. Just before he
was due to cum, I felt his cock stiffen a little more in my mouth, and
then, when I continued past the point of no return, wanting to taste his
sweet man-juice, I was rewarded as his cum erupted from his swollen tip and
hit the back of my mouth before rebounding around my mouth and coating the
inside. I kept sucking a little more and gratefully received a few more
squirts of his liquid.

I licked the head of his penis again to remove the cum I hadn't yet
swallowed then I rose from his groin to see his reaction. Immediately his
face looked different to me, somehow. I would later learn that this was the
face he always placed on after experiencing immense pleasure as that of the
sort I had just given him. I smiled at him and finally swallowed the final
drops of his load.

He broke the silence that had been hanging in the room as he regained his
breath and I regained my composure. `So how was it?'

`Well, I loved doing it. To be able to give you so much pleasure... and the
cum... It was nice. It tasted good, though I read on the internet it is an
acquired taste. Guess I've acquired it.' I licked my lips while staring at
his slightly less hard cock. `How was it for you?'

`It was awesome. The pleasure I got was just heavenly. I'd definitely do it
again. If you wanted...'

`Yeah, I would.' I replied, having a sudden thought, which struck me like a
hammer. `We could do it again now. I don't have to rush off.' I smirked.

`You mean, I get to repay the favour?' he asked me, a grin emerging on his
face similar to my own.

`Yeah but I meant anal, not oral.' I said, his face dropping into an
animalistic smile even bigger than before.


TO BE CONTINUED...