He backed me roughly up against the wall, his hand grasping my dick through my jeans, and smiled when I cried out in pleasure, immediately growing hard in his calloused hand.


Sorry, let me back up a second.

I'm Nick. And I've been gay as fuck ever since I saw my first guy on TV without a shirt on, muscles rippling. I remember being incredibly thankful I was on my own in my room, with the TV I’d gotten for my birthday, because it was the first time I can recall getting hard over something specific, and boy, did I need some relief.

I reached in and pulled my dick out, unsure exactly what to do but rolling with what felt good, along with whispered, furtive hints from boys at school. I snuck into the bathroom and used some lotion for lube, and rubbed out into the toilet.

I remember thinking my body would never stop shaking. Being amazed at the stuff that came out of me. And wishing that flying feeling would never end.

Of course it did. But not for long. I dedicated myself, as only a newly horny teenager can, to figuring out what turned my crank. I discovered porn. Stories. Videos. Audio. I devoured it nightly, and most afternoons. My dick became my best friend. And after a while, wanting to feel what it might be like to be fucked, so did the butt plug I furtively bought from a sex shop out on the edge of town.

Soon my toy box grew. Plugs. Cock rings. Vibrators. Jerk off sleeves. I kept my room neat and clean, so my parents never felt the need to enter, and I masturbated myself all the way into University.

You know one of the truths about the human condition? Where there are three or more people, two of them will fuck for the third to watch.

I wanted to fuck. I wanted to watch. I wanted to explore everyone and everything that would let me, and boy did Uni provide.

At eighteen, I'd never so much as kissed another person, but the things I'd seen and read online, in magazines, in books, the things I'd made up in my head. I wanted them all. And so I set about it. I spent all of the summer before I went to Uni working full time, building up a wardrobe of cool, stylish, well-fitting clothes that I felt good in. A suit or two. Some slacks. Dark jeans. Good shoes. A pair of hiking boots. Some t-shirts, both plain and with simple designs. A couple of good jackets.

I started hitting the gym. Running bored the pants off of me, but audiobooks helped. Lifting weights was fun, trying to outdo myself, backing up and rebuilding every time I hit a plateau. And I started going out in the evenings. Not to clubs, but dance classes. I started learning swing dance, and I loved it. I even took a bunch of cooking classes for beginners. I wanted to level up, ready to begin my new life where nobody from home could hold me back.

By the time September rolled around, I was muscular, dextrous, able to cook good meals, and confident enough to strike up a conversation with whoever looked interesting. Sure, not everyone wanted to talk, but that was fine. Someone who was uninterested just meant I could find the next conversation. I found clubs at Uni. Dance. Gaming. Debate. LGBT+. And classes! I could suddenly choose what was interesting to me and pursue it! Sociology. Psychology. Game design. I made an eclectic schedule, and it was amazing.

And it all meant that when I did find someone who returned my desire to chat, I could be interesting. I said yes to rock climbing, hiking, board games, shots, whatever was on offer. If I didn't like it, I didn't do it again. But what I'm trying to tell you is: my whole world opened up.

Except the one I wanted. I didn't know how to get into a guy's pants. Or mouth. Or any of the other parts I was so damned horny for. It took, as it often does, someone else to shine their light on me first.

I'd finally braved up the guts to go visit a queer bar off campus with a buddy who was a femme gay—not my type, which made him a great source of info without getting my pants in a twist. He told me the brawny guys would love me if I styled my hair, wore a sheer vest to ‘showcase your hunk’, as he put it, and just waited.

So I let him head off to the dance floor, grinding on whoever danced his way, and I stood at the bar. I drank my beer. I bobbed my head to the music. I opened my body language. And then I saw him.

He was just a few feet away, watching me, with a slight smile. A blonde lock fell across his forehead and I had the most excruciating urge to brush it back with one finger.

Then everything but terror was gone as he approached and hopped up on the stool next to me.

“Hey," he leaned in and shouted in my ear. “You're cute. I think. The light makes it hard to tell."

For a second I didn't think I'd be able to speak back, but I managed it. “Oh I am definitely cute.”

He laughed, and his canines reflected the strobelight for a second. A pulse hit my dick like a blast, and suddenly I was very glad it was so dark.

"Wanna go outside, where I can both see and hear your cuteness properly?”

I nodded, kind of glad to get out of the noise and the smoke and the stench of spilled beer. I followed him out front, and down the side, where he leaned against a wall and tugged me towards him.

In the improved light, I could see his cheekbones, a strong, smooth jaw, and a leather jacket topping a black t-shirt. Before I could say another word, his mouth was on mine, and every word I once knew was forgotten in the blast of light that filled my head.

His lips were soft, his kiss slow but somehow urgent. And when his tongue ran over my lower lip I moaned and sank into his chest, my hands clutching at his hard pecs, feeling his nipples hard beneath my palms.

I stroked them and he moaned into my mouth, making my already-hard dick into a slab of concrete.

I don't know how long we stood there for, just making out, our hands roaming the clothes over each other's torsos, kissing mouth and jaw and neck, but eventually he pulled my head back.

We were both breathing hard, and I could feel his dick wanted me as much as mine wanted him.

“You're new to this," he said. A statement, not a question.

I nodded.

"Then first, I'm Mason. Second, I would like to fuck you. But I'll settle for oral or hands for a first go. If you're interested.”

Interested? Literally, my fantasies were coming true. I told him I was Nick, allowed that yes, I was interested in going with him and seeing where things went, in the understanding that I was in charge and could stop him at any moment.

And so we took a taxi to his place, giving the driver a tip as well as the show he got watching us make out in the back seat.

At his house, I got a little awkward and shy. We sat on his sofa, and he brought us both some water. When I looked confused, he laughed.

“You're gonna be sober for this, hon. Sober or nothing happens. Me too, look,” he sat down, drank his water, and placed the glass on the coffee table.

I understood. I was actually pretty grateful—and feeling like this guy wasn't just going to treat me like a piece of meat. So I drank mine, and put my glass down too.

“Now then," he reached out and traced one finger down my cheek, across my jaw, down my collarbone, and stopped at the top button of my shirt.

Well. I might still have been feeling a touch awkward, but my dick sure wasn't. He saw it grow and smiled, cupping the back of my head and slowly moving in to kiss me, slowly, exploring my lips and then my mouth. Hot and steamy. It sent flashes all the way up and down my body, and I leaned in, panting and moaning eagerly.

He met my moans with his own and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, letting his fingers stroke each new triangle of exposed skin before moving on to the next. When it was all undone, he slipped it off my shoulders and let it drop, his mouth now following the trail his fingers had taken. When he sucked my nipples, I almost hit the roof, as that lightning ran down and tweaked every nerve in my cock.

I remember attempting to speak; I think something like “Oh shit!" came out of my mouth, but that was about it.

When he drew back, it was to bring my hands to his shirt.

I undid each button, and he leaned back, letting me lick his chest and stomach. Then I tentatively licked his nipples and heard him gasp and murmur, "Oh yes” as his hand stroked the nape of my neck, making me shiver.

When his other hand slid down to grip my cock through my jeans, I think I yelped in surprise. He squeezed once, then skillfully undid the button and zip, pulling me out and caressing the length so softly it almost tickled.

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, no, I'm not ready!" I gasped.

“Shhh…” His breath tickled my ear." This'll make you last longer next time. After you make me cum, we can rest and go again.”

He kissed me softly and tightened his hand a little, catching my eyes with his and holding them as he moved a little faster, a little harder. Then he stroked me bottom to top once. Twice. And I was cumming, harder than ever before, spurting across his chest, my hips jerking in spasm as I cried out, his eyes still holding mine, his mouth open as if in awe of what he was seeing.

He stroked until I stopped, and then just a moment longer, stopping just before it became too much. Then he ran his hand up his chest and licked off my cum.

“Good boy," he murmured, and brought my hand down to his jeans. "Now make me cum for you.”

I opened the buttons, fumbling in eagerness and desperation, and pulled him out.

His cock was a thinner handful than mine, but just as long, and it was oozing precum. I slid his foreskin around, spreading it a little, then took the remains of my own cum from his torso and used it to ease my strokes.

“Holy shit, that's hot," he grinned. “Hold me a little tighter."

I obeyed, watching his face carefully, seeing the pleasure fill it as I continued.

“Ohhh oh you are gonna be a joy to teach, fuuuuck, faster, boy!”

Being called ‘boy’ was, surprising to me, quite a turn on, and I sped up, watching him breath faster.

"Yes, oh yes, faster, yes, just like that, gently squeeze the top now," he continued, his hips beginning to thrust his cock into my hand.

I squeezed the top gently, and he cried out, grasping the back of my neck and pulling my forehead to his. His eyes were captivating, his breath hot on my face.

“Yes. Yes! Oh! Fuck! Yessss!"

His hips jerked, and his whole body thrummed as his cock exploded all over my hand, his chest, and mine. He held himself there for a few seconds, then held my hand in place with his while he pumped a few more times, slowing down with each, until he sank back to the sofa and grinned. " Oh, good boy," he said. “Good boy."

We cleaned ourselves up with tissues, and finished the job of stripping our clothes off, then went right back to kissing.

It didn't take long before the kissing was making my dick twitch again. Being young had its advantages!

Mason smiled and petted my chest. He was getting hard again too.

"Any requests for this one?” he asked me gently.

I looked down and licked my lips. “Teach me how to suck you off.”

"Ohh gladly,” he murmured, almost a moan. "Sit back, boy.”

I turned and got comfortable on the sofa, my feet on the floor, knees spread. Mason moved into the middle and began stroking my chest and flicking my nipples with his tongue, making my dick grow some more. He ran his hands up and down my torso until I was nearly melting with the touch, then grasped my cock and licked the head, tasting the precum with a satisfied noise.

He swirled his tongue around and gripped the base with his hand, before slowly taking what he could into his mouth. When his lips reached his hand, he sucked in and licked hard as he moved his head back, right to the tip, before repeating this, slightly faster.

The suction, the warm wetness, the grip of his hand, and the feel of his tongue on my sensitive head, was incredible. I lost all track of time and space. All there was, was that mouth on my cock, milking it of precum.

When a hand dropped to fondle my balls, I cried out, the sensitivity increasing. But he wasn't done yet.

“Tell me when you're close," he ordered.

“Uh-huh. Oh fuck that's good…" I replied, my fists clenching as I tried to make the feeling last longer.

I made it another couple of minutes before I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum, Mason! I'm gonna!"

At that, I felt his hand leave my balls and slide further under, just stroking the outside of my anus. I'd done this to myself, I'd used butt plugs and all, but the feeling of someone else doing it, much like the rest, was more than I could take.

"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Yes! Mason, yessss! Ahhhh fuuuck!”

My hips slammed upwards, I held his hair in one hand and fucked his mouth as I pumped cum into it, almost crying with sudden emotion as I slowly came down again.

“Holy shit,” I gasped when Mason crawled back up onto the sofa and held me.

It took a few minutes before I was ready, but his cock was waiting patiently, and I assumed the same position he had, on the floor, between his knees, his cock waving at me.

I pinched his nipples and licked down his torso, before reaching his cock. I did what he'd done, and held it at the base, giving myself a limit for how far in it would go, and then I opened my mouth and swallowed the head.

I took him in until I reached my hand, then adjusted to take it a little further, until it almost became uncomfortable. Then I sucked my way back up to the tip, my tongue firm against the vein on the underside.

“Oh, you're a fast learner, boy, keep going,” was his only comment, between moans of pleasure.

I discovered, much to my delight, that hearing those turned me right the fuck on all over again. I might not be up for another run tonight, but I thought that boded well for my future adventures.

I sped up a little, and squeezed with my hand every time I swirled my tongue around his head, which by the groans he made, I figured he enjoyed. I moved faster, letting one hand cup his balls, waiting for the time to caress his hole—sure he would tell me.

His moans grew louder and his hips started to move, helping me along with each hump.

“Oh fuck, boy, yes, I'm gonna cum, you know what to do! Fuck!”

I did indeed. I slid a hand underneath and stroked the area around his anus, listening to his cries increase, as his hips moved faster, but still careful, as he fucked my face.

God, this was even better than I'd ever imagined. I felt him stiffen, then something half-moan, half-growl came out of him as he thrust his hips up hard, his cum shooting into my mouth, salty and warm.

I gently sucked everything out of him, swallowed what hadn't dribbled from the sides of my mouth, and petted his chest as I slid back onto the sofa and into his arms.

We stayed like that, half dozing, until the sun came up and he took my hand and brought me to his bed, where we slept the morning away, arms and legs tangled together.

So, that was how it started.