Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2010 08:23:50 -0400
From: johnathan@writeme.com
Subject: My pianist experiment

Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. First off, this is my third published
story here. My first is called MY OLD MAN ROY, in the Adult Friends
category of Nifty, my second is called FROM IDOL TO SLUT, in the Encounters
category. Second, although I am a published author, I've ever published
only two previous erotic story before, so this will be pretty much
unexperienced writing. Third, part of this story is absolutely true, and
part of it is entirely based on my fantasies. So there.

My adventure:

We were in my room, door locked and naked in bed. My boyfriend Roy {go
ahead and check out how that happened in MY OLD MAN ROY, in the Adult
Friends category of Nifty} had been telling me all about his experience
with women, how he'd hated every single minute of it, and how he was
entirely gay and mine, for the past hour, and then had asked what I'd been
up to while he was away. I'd told him about my experience with Phillip
{check out how that happened in FROM IDOL TO SLUT, in the Encounters
category of Nifty}, and he'd gotten hard then.

'J., I want to ask you something...'

'What's that, love?'

'I'm surely not the first boyfriend you've had.'

I hesitated.

'That's not a question.'

'Am I?'

'Yes, you are.'

'Then how come you know so much about sex, if I am your first?'

'You are my first boyfriend, Roy. But I had an experience or two before
you. Not serious relationships, just some messing around...'

'Tell me.'

I sighed. I didn't want to. I wouldn't. 'Okay. Cuddle up and listen.'

I was silent for a moment. The fire in the chimney of my bedroom was as
warm as could be, and we could hear the fiery noises of wood getting
burnt. Then I spoke.

'My first ever experience was with a neighbor. Not one from this building,
actually, one from much lower on the mountain. I think he was thirteen and
I'd turned sixteen about two weeks before that, and I was going to have a
sweet sixteen party at a restaurent not very far from here. That day, we'd
gone down to our other building to pick up some stuff we needed, as we were
going to Turkey a couple of days after my birthday, so I went ahead and
visited him in his appartment, to tell him about my party. I could hear him
playing the piano. He was already in the fourth grade, which is quite some
impressive piano performing ability.

What can I say...? Ryan still is very hot. Back then, his face was very
pure, and he had no acne. His skin was very white, even in the middle of
summer, so I figured he didn't go to the beach or the swimming pool that
much. He looked very young - no wonder, since he truely was all that young
- and his nose was a little feminine. He had silky, chocolate brown hair,
and hazelnut-coloured eyes. He did have a little dental problem, though,
because his incisors hung outside of his mouth and lay on his lower
lip. Oh, he did wear braces, but he'd somewhy taken them off that summer.

I knocked on their door, and suddenly the power was out. No electricity, so
the entire building went dark.

'Min?' he enquired.

'It's me, J.!' I said. He hurriedly opened the door.

'J.! Kifak man?'

'I'm fine, man. So did you hear?'

'Yeah, about your party! Of course I'll be there! But man, come in!'

When a lebanese offers you hospitality, you must make sure you allow him to
give it to you. If you don't, he'll consider himself like deprived of a
divine right: he either knows you, therefore needs you to visit him, or is
your enemy, and you'll refuse the invite. So I smiled and went right in. He
greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I could tell he was wet.

'Shit, I got you wet.. I've just come out of bath!', he said.

'Nah, it's OK.' I assured him.

I'd felt he wore a towel around his waist, and I was sure of it when
electricity was back. But I was really surprised by how hot his abs were. I
mean, come on, he was thirteen, and his abs were at least as defined as
mine were at the time. And I was sixteen!'

I looked at Roy for a minute, and saw he was drinking my words. I
smiled. 'Your abs are much hotter than his were, so don't worry.', I joked.

I went on with my story.

'I stared at Ryan. He looked a little sad and worried when he saw where I
looked. He put his hand in his lush hair, and he looked around to see if
anyone was listening. He was alone there, that night, so the gesture was
quite useless. And his voice became a whisper: 'Man, I wonder why I
suddenly feel like girls don't matter to me... I hate this! There's this
girl at school who kissed me on the cheek the other day, and I felt like
she could've been my mom! I nearly turned her in!'

I'd known all along that I was bisexual, but Ryan had grown with his
parents in a very orthodox upbringing, where he wasn't going to get married
but once, not before he was twenty-five at least, where he wasn't going to
have sex before he was married, where he went to church once a week at
least, where every single holiday was more spiritual than anything
else.. I'd even wondered if he was going to become a priest. I think he
didn't even know there was a concept called homosexuality at the time. I
explained it to him, clear in the detail that the church didn't approve of
it, and I tried to make it sound like a natural state of being. That was a
mistake. For Ryan, the church was always right, he couldn't believe in God
except like the church painted Him, and anything that the church rejected
could just not be a natural state of being.

So Ryan had started crying. I took him to his bedroom, and said,'Do you
think God would make you feel good if what you were doing was wrong? I
mean, in a non-drug way?'

He sobbed, but nodded. 'No.. everything that make one feel good, when it
doesn't hurt him, comes from God and cannot be wrong.'

I smiled. 'Then I'm going to show you that homosexuality isn't all that
wrong.'

He looked at me as I got naked, and he was mesmerized by my body. You know,
Roy, I think I haven't changed that much since then... so you pretty much
know what Ryan was mesmerized by. He'd only gotten to see what he looked
like in the mirror, and since the only sexy part of his body was his
abdomen, which he'd never seen as 'sexy', you can imagine how weird it felt
to him!

I was entirely naked. Now at the age of thirteen, at school, young men and
women are taught in biology about sex, and in physics that opposites
attract, and in religion that women are men's opposites. So he went
completely crazy when he felt attracted to a man. He cried his heart out to
me. I hugged him hard and calmed him down, and then I told him to get naked
as well. I think he usually would've called the cops or something, but that
night he'd felt so lost that he opposed no resistance to me and he pulled
off his towel without saying much.

'Now, Ryan, did you ever cum?'

He nodded. 'But when I wake up with cum in my underpants, my mom beats me.'

'So you've only ever cum in your sleep, right? Never gotten off?'

'Umm... it depends on... what 'gotten off' means...'

'Omigosh you've got so much to learn.'

Well, I explained the action of getting off to him, and he opened his eyes
wide when I said yes to answer his question:

'Does it feel good?'.

Once we'd gone through getting off, he'd wanted to know if two men could
have sex like a man and a woman. I answered yes. I'd been sneaking online
and watching porn, so I'd known a lot about men, women and man and woman
having sex. He said, 'so, like women, men need to be 'opened' to get
penetrated?'

I started to wonder whether he really was all that innocent. 'Sort of.'

Then he suddenly got excited. His penis was rock hard. 'Are you open?'

'Umm. No...'

'Nor am I.. do you think we can open each other?'

I lost my thread of thought then. But Ryan always knew my weakness. He
started crying.

'Ohh all right. But I go first.'

It's hard to admit, but I did get excited and it showed.

'Okay!', he said with a wide smile.

Next thing I know, he lay on the bed on his tummy, and I caressed his back
with my hand. I wondered how to begin, but then I remembered how the online
videos usually were. I plugged my tongue in between his ass cheeks and
licked once. I was disgusted, but he shuddered and his dick got even
harder. So I put my tummy on his back, both our feet hanging from the bed
to the floor, and I hugged him, and held my hands in front of his stomach,
which pressed them to the bed.

My cock was just atop of his ass, the tip of it slightly penetrating. My
hands stroked his chest, and his, entangled with my body, stroked my
ass. He started hyperventilating. I grabbed his tits and twisted, and his
butt rose up as he moaned. My dick went in halfway through his anus, and he
whimpered in pain. I remembered something about virgins losing their anal
cherry. So I pulled out immediately.

'Why is it so painful?'

'It's because you're being opened. Don't worry, it'll become less painful
when I go in and stay in for a few minutes.'

'OK. But please go slow!!!'

I went in again, and his hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he felt pain. He
heavily panted, and it lasted for about five minutes, until I think his
hole got used to being full. I pulled out. His rosebud closed up a bit, but
he groaned in displeasure.

'Why did you go out?' he asked.

I didn't answer. I rammed my dick in right again, and he gasped in
surprise.

'Unnnnhhh! It's not painful! Oohh this is good!'

I pulled out. He was getting annoyed when I went right in again. I did that
for twenty full minutes, and I was quite able to get a good rythm. A couple
more gestures like that, and then I asked, 'You ready to be officially
opened?'

'Yeah, sure, whatever, just fuck me!'

I was a little surprised by the answer, but I went on. Three. Two. One. And
I came with a loud moan. He shuddered and hummed.

I was tired, but he still wanted to fuck me, as his dick was still errect.

So I rolled onto my back and out of him, and I put my feet up. He smiled
his boyish little smile, showing me his proeminent incisors, and then he
aligned his dick with my hole and pushed to get in. I was nervous enough to
be hard in the anus, so his dick wasn't able to go in. I took a deep
breath, and my anus unlocked.

'Try that again.'

He pushed in, this time with a little more strength. It proved to be too
much for me. His dick went in all the way, which even my hard preparation
with all sorts of dildos and vegetables could not have prepared me for. So
I yelped in pain, but then I sucked it up as I bit my teeth together.

'You in pain?'

I shook my head no.

So he pulled out just a bit, and went in again. My teeth were still
clenched together, so I didn't let out any sound at all. I opened my mouth,
though, and unclenched my teeth. 'Stop! Wait inside of me until I tell
you.'

He looked surprised, but did as he was told. At a certain point in time, he
stared into my eyes and I nodded.

He fucked me hard. It was such a desperate fucking, such a powerful
thrusting, that he could just not get into rythm. He'd already gotten so
turned on by my fucking hm, though, that it only took him a little more
than ten minutes to be ready.

His breathing went faster, his panting got stronger and sharper, and he
came right into my ass.

He spent a few minutes in me, and then he went out. We cleaned everything
up, then we took turns to shower up. And then we played a computer game
until his mom got there. I made a run for it, of course, and he never told
anyone about it. And then he met this nice young woman his age, fell for
her and asked her out. He later sent me an SMS saying he had enjoyed having
sex with me, but he wished that I'd tell no one that knew him, and that
he'd found out he was not homosexual, that he thougt he'd been able to cum
because he needed to release some sexual tension, and that he'd gone to
confession, and told the priest, who had told him to never try that anymore
before he got married, and never with a man.

I cried a bit over the harshness of his message, but I was very soon over
it. Now, I don't miss Ryan at all.. We never had sex together, not after
that. But he still plays the piano while I sing sometimes, and I do think
he gets hard when I hit my lowest notes...'

Roy looked at me straight in the eyes. Then he pointed at our cocks which
were errect, with a smile. I laughed.

'Let's take care of you first.'

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Thank you for reading. Once again, this is my third erotic story posted
online, so I appreciate all constructive criticism at
johnathan@writeme.com. Soon, I hope to post more stories, unless I notice
not to be read. And I welcome all ideas. Johnathan's boyfriend is Roy, but
I think both of them should have some stories outside each other, don't
you? Next story should be about Johnathan's favourite drummer, in his
favourite amateur band. Do you think it'll be just the drummer or do you
rather see the entire band having fun?