Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2001 00:03:18 EDT
From: PhlMarlowe@aol.com
Subject: The First

OK...here goes.  This is my second story on here.  I got bored on a
business trip and wrote the first one and I have gotten such positive
feedback that I thought I would try again.  This is another true story of
mine.  Again, names have been changed to protect people's identities.
(Although I told him I was going to write this so I have his approval)
Enjoy and please email me with any comments of suggestions!!!
PhlMarlowe@aol.com.


The First


	I was terrified.  I sat in my bedroom on the second story of my
parents house tapping my fingers on my desk...staring at the solitaire came
on the screen of my ancient computer.  I couldn't bring myself to
concentrate on the game, there were images going through my mind that made
that impossible.
	The smell of my father's cheap cologne hit my nostrils.  'Man I put
on too much' I thought to myself.  I grabbed at my collar and tugged a few
times hoping to air out the smell.  I glanced over to my dog, who was lying
on my bed.  At the site of my glance his tail began to wag his tail.  I
swear animals can understand what we humans are thinking.  I think that dog
would have done anything to calm me down at this point.
	I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside my bed.
5:45pm.  I was planning on heading out in fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes
and I would be meeting him...for the first time.  The first date...with
him, with anyone.  I still had not realized how much this night would
change the future of this 17 year old.  How I would walk away from this
experience as a totally new person.  Up until three days ago I was still a
firm believer I could pull off being straight.  That's when he said those
words on AOL.  'So when are we going to meet?'  They caught me off guard.
I was not expecting to ever meet this person, it was just another gay guy
who I had met online and who somehow filled a void in my straight life.
	I don't know what came over me those few days ago when I said 'how
bout Friday.'  But here it was...Friday.  And we had arranged to meet at a
restaurant a few miles up the road.... in a half hour.  'My lord' I thought
to myself. 'I'm a half hour from going on my first date with another man.'
A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead.  I was sweating like I had just
ran a marathon.  I needed to relax.  I sat back in my computer chair and
tried to go back to my solitaire game and forget the next five minutes.
	My cell phone rang.  "Hello?"
	"Hey, it's Will...we still on for tonight?"  It was him.  That
screen name from AOL that had instant messaged me three weeks ago.  That
guy who was the first I gave my phone number to.  The first guy who I had
agreed to meet.  The guy who was to be my first love.
	"Yeah, I'm leaving now...I'll meet you out front in like a half
hour.  K?"
	"Great...I'm really looking forward to finally meeting you," he
said in a sly tone.  It was obvious he had done this before.  How should I
take that?  How many men had he conquered?  What about me...I'm fragile.
Is he going to win my heart and drop me like a hat?  I shook my head.  I
couldn't think about things like that.  I thought back to something my
mother had once said.  It's not cheating and lying that kills a
relationship...all that has to be is the suspicion.  That's all it takes.
	I went downstairs, grabbed my leather coat and headed out the door.
I jumped in my mom's 94 Dodge Caravan which I had coaxed her into letting
me borrow by, of course, lying where I was going.  I took off down the road
and about twenty minutes later was parked in the parking lot of the
Japanese restaurant where we were meeting.  I got out the car and headed
over to the front door.  A few moments later another car turned into the
parking lot.  The small Escort with its tinted windows had a loud thumping
sound coming from the back of the trunk.  I watched as it parked a few
spots from mine.  The door opened and HE got out.
	I was awe struck.  Terrified.  My Adam's apple felt like it was
trying to make a permanent home right behind my tongue.  I shifted my feet
nervously and tried not to stare as he headed in my direction.  He was
cuter than his picture.  He was 20, about 5'10, thin yet there was
definition in his upper arms and legs.  It was obvious he had power under
those baggy clothes.  His skin was a light chocolate color. He has
explained to me online that he was mulatto.  His piercing eyes were a shade
darker than his skin and wavy dark hair blew gently in the New York breeze.
He approached where I was standing.  His head cocked slightly and a grin
crept across his face.  I could tell instantly he was trying to break the
awkward situation.  He smelt my fear...he knew I was terrified.  He
carefully dropped the cigarette from his hand and crushed it with his Doc
Marten boot.  "Hey" he said playfully.
	"Hi," I replied as my throat gently cracked.  I looked away,
embarrassed.
	"It's really great to finally meet you.  I was beginning to think
you didn't exist."
	"Oh I'm real...at least I think so," I said as I patted my chest,
trying to diffuse the situation with my playful brand of smartassness.
"You ready I'm starving?"  He nodded and we headed into the restaurant.
	Hours passed without notice.  Dinner was long over but we still sat
in the dimly lit sushi bar discussing just about anything we could think
of.  I did not want to leave; I did not want this near perfect evening to
end.  But I knew it had to.  I had told my mother I would have the car back
by nine and it was nearing 8:30.  "Well, Will...I think I had better be
going.  I told my mom I'd have the car back by nine."  We quickly paid the
tab and headed for the door.  I walked toward our cars and realized he was
right behind be and not making the slight turn to his Ford.  I turned
around to see him at my rear fender.  My Adam's apply quickly resumed it
relocation and I attempted to quickly contemplate what was about to happen.
Thoughts ran through my mind.  'He's going to kiss me.  My god, were
outside...in public.  What if someone saw us?  What if my mother is
standing right there on the corner?  My principal?  My newspaper advisor?'
I glanced back at Will, who was still making his advance on my position.  I
could not contain the fear on my face.  I quickly opened the door and hoped
in, looking back I said "Hey, great to meet you.  I'll call you later."  I
closed the door behind me, watching Will stop in his tracks, looking like a
deer on the roadside.  He shook his head slightly, gave a small wave and
turned and headed for his car.

An hour later I was sitting in my room.  My dog did not seem to understand
my situation.  As much as I explained it to him, he did not seem to
understand the terrible thing I had done.  "I slammed the door on his face,
Baxter.  I mean...he's never going to want to see me again.  I made a total
fool of myself!"  The dog just cocked his head slightly and let his tongue
slip from his snout and pant slightly.  I growled under my breath and
turned to my computer screen.  I clicked on the minimized solitaire window
from earlier and resumed my game.  The cell phone rang...again.  I picked
it up and looked at the caller ID.  It was him.  I jerked the phone to my
ear and answered the call. "Hello?"  "Hey...what's up?"  "Nothing, just
sittin' here with Bax.  Listen I'm sorry about tonight.  I made a real ass
of myself.  I wanted to kiss you, but I was...scared.  I didn't know how to
handle myself.  I'm sorry.  If you never want to see me again I will
understand."
	"Never want to see you?  I had a great time...and don't worry about
the kiss.  That kind of stuff will come when it comes.  We'll just go at
your pace and when you're comfortable then you tell me.  K?"
	"Ok," I replied with relief.  "So would you like to get together
again?"
	"Yeah, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
	"I work till 9pm."
	"After that?"
	"Nothing."
	"Good, I'll pick you up at 9:30pm."  I gave him quick directions to
my house and said my goodnights.  I crawled into bed.  Bax moved up to take
the left side pillow and I drifted to sleep with a smile across my face.
It had been a good evening.

                                        * * *

	9:30pm came quicker that I had figured it would.  I had gotten home
from work and quickly changed out of my work clothes.  I trotted down the
stairs and headed for the door.  "Mom, I'm going out.  I'll be back in a
couple hours."  As I walked out the door, the familiar thumping sound came
around the corner.  Will pulled into the driveway and I got into the car.
"Hey," I said shyly.
	"Hey sexy.  How are you tonight?"  He replied with a wink.  He was
a charmer.  I could feel his playful energy in every word.  Every smile and
body quirk.
	"I'm ok.  Tough day at work but I'll survive."  Will smiled and
pulled out of the driveway.  We spent most of the evening at the Denny's
smoking section drinking coffee and laughing.  In that conversation we
discovered the remarkable amount of similarities we had in our lives.  The
fact that we both had bowled at the same bowling alley when we were young.
That we had both went to high school in the same district and had a few
mutual friends.  After an hour we paid our bill and headed for the car.
Will pulled out of the Denny's and turned onto the freeway.  "So...where
are we going?"
	"You'll see."  To most people that would have scared them.  But I
felt safe with Will.  I knew that he wouldn't harm me.  We drove for a few
minutes and pulled into the driveway of a Bassett Park, near to my house.
We pulled as far to the front of the driveway as possible.  The park was
empty, as expected at eleven at night.
	"What are we doing here?"  I asked playfully...yet with a touch of
fear.
	"I just thought it would be nice to have a quiet place to talk.
And it doesn't get much quieter as in a deserted park under the stars."  He
slid open the sunroof in his Escort, revealing the night sky and all its
wonder.  "Is this ok with you?"
	"Yeah," I replied shyly.  He turned his head toward me and caught
me with his mysterious brown eyes.  I couldn't help but smile.  He returned
the favor.
	"You know you're really cute.  You know that?"  I blushed at the
compliment.  I was not used to them.
	"Yeah...sure."  I replied sarcastically.
	"No really," he reached out his hand and gently brushed it across
my cheekbone.  "You are.  You're beautiful."  I smiled and silently
accepted his compliment.  I turned and looked out my passenger side window.
I felt a strange pressure on my shoulder.  I turned to look to see what it
was to find Will's head laying softly on it, eyes closed.  "It's really a
nice night."  He said, obviously trying to make small talk.
	"Yeah," I agreed.  I tilted my head down and smelt his hair that
was lying against my neck.  It smelt wonderful...a mix of manliness and
fragrance.  Something that I eventually learned was true of most gay
males...a mix of manliness and gentleness.  The best of both worlds.  Will
turned to look up at me, my head was still tilted down and our noses
brushed in the movement.  He closed his eyes and wetted his lips and moved
in.  I didn't know what do to do I did what he did.  I closed my eyes,
licked my lips and leaned down.  Our lips met with rush of blood and
emotion.  I felt the power of that kiss...the first kiss.  I felt his mouth
parting and his tongue probing my still closed lips.  I slowly opened them
and the tongue slipped inside of my mouth.  I gently massaged it with my
own tongue.
	The kiss lasted for a few minutes.  When Will pulled back from me
and we opened our eyes he smiled.  "You're a great kisser."
	"Thanks.  That was the first time I've ever done that."
	"Well.  You're obviously a natural."  With that he leaned in and
kissed me again.  I leaned into his advance.  His hand slipped down onto my
knee and slowly caressed my thigh.  The rush of feeling swept over my body.
I felt the energy of his kiss, his erect penis pounding against his pants.
Mine doing the same.  I wanted this to be an innocent night but years of
pent up teenage sexual tension pressured me to move forward.  With no fear
I reached out and grabbed his hand, which rested on my thigh and placed it
over the bulge in the front of my jeans.  He took the hint and began to
massage me.
	The kissing grew more intense.  I felt his other hand move to the
back of my neck, as he seemed to try to drive his tongue deeper into my
mouth.  I stretched my own hand out and began to gently touch his bulge.  I
felt up and down, trying to judge the length.  I was astonished; it
stretched from his pelvis almost halfway down his thigh.  It was larger
than average, and not expected for someone as small as Will was.
	I felt Will tug at my pants buckle.  I leaned back in my seat and
shifted myself out slightly to give him some more room to work.  He quickly
unsnapped the button and slide the zipper fully down.  His chocolate hand
began to penetrate my boxers.  He softly caressed my penis and took its
full length in his hand and freed it from its dark hiding place.  Will
shifted himself into a more comfortable position and bent over the
gearshift of the Escort and lowered his head over my throbbing penis.
Waves of pleasure almost instantly overtook my entire body.  A tingling
feeling swept through my brain and my eyes rolled back into my head.  I
took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  I rested my hand on the base of
Will's neck as he bobbed up and down in a rhythmic passion.
	After a few moments he pulled back and smiled at me.  I was
breathing heavily, my hand, which was still resting on the back of his
neck, pulled him toward me.  I kissed him passionately and then let him
flop back into his chair.  He grinned again and grabbed at the side of his
chair, angling it back.  I almost leapt into position over his midsection.
I tugged at his zipperless pants and slide them down over his thighs,
revealing a pair of plaid green boxers.  His huge member had slid itself
into a new position and was now point toward Will's stomach.  I pulled
apart the slit and reached in and took out his penis.  It was uncut, nine
and a half inches long (I know because I measured it at a later point) and
reasonably thick.  For a second I contemplated how something this large was
going to fit in my small teenage mouth.  I realized I didn't care.  I
lowered my head over his and took the top of his dick in my warm mouth.
Will moaned with pleasure and he gently lifted his thighs to push more of
it in.  I took half before reaching my gagging point.  I followed my new
partners lead and repeated on him what he had done to me a few minutes
before.  I bounced my head over his penis for ten minutes as he continued
to moan in ecstasy.  Precum began to spew from his head and the salty taste
filled my mouth.  I pulled off of him and looked into his eyes.  He was
breathing heavy; I could see his heart pounding through his thin muscle
shirt.  "Will."
	"Yeah?"  He replied, out of breath.
	"I want you inside of me."  He looked at me with a little shock.  I
don't think he thought this was going to go this far this fast.  But it was
obvious the idea of being inside of me appealed to him.  I knew that I was
acting way to fast for where we were in our relationship but I didn't care.
I wanted him inside of me...like I had fantasized so many times before
about so many others.
	"Are you sure?  I don't want to pressure you into anything."
	"You're not.  Do you have protection?"
	"Yes in the glove compartment."  I turned and opened the glove
compartment.  A couple condoms and a small tube of lube lay on top of the
normal auto paperwork.  I grabbed a condom and the lube and laid it on
Will's stomach.  I quickly slipped my pants off and started to shift myself
into position.  I knew what I was doing.  Although I had never been with a
man before in this way I knew what to do.  I had seen this in countless
jpegs on the net.  I got up on my knees on my seat and swung my leg over
Will.  Within a few seconds I was straddling him, right in the position I
needed to be.
	I took the condom and ripped it open with my teeth and slid it onto
his oversized penis.  It only went down to cover 2/3rds of it.  I flipped
open the cap of the lube and poured a large amount into my hand and then
moved my hand to rub the lube on his dick.  I reserved a small amount and
used that to gently lube up my ass.  I moved my body over and positioned
myself directly over him.  Lowering myself onto him I noticed his immediate
pleasure as the tip slid inside of me.  The pain was intense, I had not
accounted for his size when I had made my earlier comment.  But I knew that
the pain was only temporary.  I bit my upper lip and slide down further on
his throbbing penis.  Will responded my gently tensing the tight muscles in
his thighs and raising his hips to help the situation along.  Within a few
seconds most of his penis was inside of me and the pain was beginning to
subside.  "That feels so great," he moaned.  I responded my slowing moving
my body up and down.  He reached out and grabbed my sides with his hands
and guided me into the rhythm in sync with his motion.  We soon were moving
as one, bouncing up and down together in that small Ford Escort.  It wasn't
long before his rhythm began to gain speed.  I poised myself above him,
allowing him to control the thrust inside of me.  "I'm getting close," he
cried softly.  I took that as my cue.  I reached down and began to jerk my
own penis.  We were soon in rhythm again pounding and jerking in unison.
"I'm cumming!!" He cried louder than before.  That set me over the edge as
well.  I felt his penis throb deep inside me and my own penis began to
twitch in pleasure.
	"I am too!" I responded in a sharp breath.  He quickly leaned
forward and perched his mouth directly in front of my jerking.  My whole
body began to quake as I felt the first load coming up my shaft.  The white
liquid shot out of my head and right into his open mouth.  Wave after wave
I shot into his mouth.  The site of his lips only an inch from my penis as
I shot intensified the organism, causing me to shoot even more.  When Will
saw that I was done, he leaded even further forward and took the head in
his mouth, taking the remaining cum.
	I lifted myself off of his now softening penis and slid myself back
into my seat.  Will was almost panting.  My own heavy breathing had not
subsided either.  We sat there for a few moments as the post-winter air
came pouring into the sunroof and over our sweat drenched bodies.  We
looked at each other, knowing that what had just happened was special for
both of us.  Will smiled his playful smile and leaned in and kissed me
again.

                                       * * *

	Will and I fell in love and stayed together for almost six months.
I was still terribly in the closet and he loved his openly gay world.  This
would eventually be the death of our relationship.  But Will was the first
man who touched me...not in experimenting sense or the hormones gone wrong
sense, but he was the first man who touched my heart, showing me that it
was perfectly ok to be with another man...not only in the physical sense
but also in the emotional one.  We will all remember the first one who did
that.  Not necessarily the first man who we were intimate with...but the
first man who looked at us after being intimate with that look of full
respect ...and love.



Hope ya'll liked my second attempt!  Please check out my other story at
Nifty at...

Gay Male -- Highschool -- Family Reunion

I'd appreciate any feedback or comments.  Email me at PhlMarlowe@aol.com.
Oh...and Will, I hope you liked my story.  :)