There's a first time for everything!

This is my first time....

Thanksgiving break 2001.

It's a freezing cold first day off from college in the mountains of southwest Virginia. (Beautiful area by the way). My parents and I were making plans to have Thanksgiving dinner together of course....but I screwed up all those plans that year much to their continued questioning, but BOY am I GLAD I did! I was under the impression that they were driving up to Maryland where my brother lived so we could have Thanksgiving dinner with them there when really they had just come BACK from there and were going to have it here in Charlotte without them apparently. Everyone I knew lived in a small town in northern Virginia and were headed up there, so I figured, what the hell, I'd ride with them and the parents can pick me up... Long story short, I'm an idiot and I got stranded up there.

I hung out with a few of the friends while I was up there and enjoyed the time off. One of my good friends of 3 years Kyle (names have been changed to protect the "straight") saw I was in a bind and offered to take me in for the week. He'd just gotten a new apartment in a nearby town but was staying at his parents' house for the weekend in their finished basement. There were a couple bedrooms downstairs, a bath, a TV and living area. Each night he got out the air mattress and and some blankets for me to sleep on and set me up in the floor of his basement bedroom, which was the only space large enough to lay it out.

We got drunk together...almost every night. I was still 20 at the time, so we drank in his dad's basement. One particularly cold night his parents had the furnace in the basement CRANKIN' to heat up the whole house, and it make it HOT downstairs. We were sittin' there killing Miller Lites and watching [straight] cheesy porn on the TV....The clothes started to shed, because it was so freakin' HOT in there! I eventually made it down to my boxers (as I was still a boxers boy back in those days). After chugging the beer he pours us Jaggermeister. I was so drunk the shit tasted like PEPSI! (Nevermind I hate Pepsi.) So we were sloppily pouring shot after shot until I'm flopped down on the barcalounger...with my cock hanging out of my boxers for all to see. I remember noticing and not caring, lol....maybe even encouraging it to show its full length even, hehe.

I don't know how he was able to, but he picked me up out of the chair and carried me to the bathroom, banging my head into the door frame on the way, of course. I later learned that in the time I spent purging "Pepsi" in the bathroom, his mom, having heard the commotion downstairs as she was getting ready to go to work in the early morning, came down to find Kyle laying in bed awake and asked about me. He said I was sick; she thought nothing of it and went back upstairs. Kyle soon came in to check on me. (Thinking back on it now, he must not have been as drunk as me. =P ) He helped me up and brought me to sleep in his bed with him, since we were in no condition to set up the air mattress now. And I fell fast asleep.

He took me to his work and I hung out there and amused myself. We went to check out his new crib and say hello to his puppy dogs. (We'd all lived with those dogs at the apartment in college for a year and grew fond of them.) I had dinner with him and his family and friends over at some relative's house. We spent lots of time over at his apartment in town, and he put me up in the guest bedroom with the puppies.

One night he complains that his back has been killing him. He strained it wrestling this rather large friend of ours, and I saw him do it, too. He definitely strained it. So I offered to rub his back. He had a big ole knot that I think I eventually worked out. It took some doing. I had him take of his shirt and lie flat on the bed as I straddled him. I rubbed his lower back which was really killing him and also his upper back, shoulders, arms. He said I did a great job at it and offered to massage mine as he felt better afterward. I'm not one to turn down a back rub, so we switched places. He was good at it, too. I think it had a lot to do with us being very comfortable with each other after being friends for so long, and though this had never happened between us, it felt natural. I took him up on his offer and slept in his bed that night. There was no reason to make up the other bed, and besides, we enjoyed each other's company and didn't bother the other's sleep, so why not?

The next day was a LAZY Sunday. We ordered a pizza delivered and played video games....and more back rubs, hehe. Both in our boxers and rubbing each other again, he began to get a little experimental on me. He'd sit on my upper thighs, rubbing in circles the butt muscles on both sides of the coccyx, which drove me numb with pleasure. I could tell from the periodic missing hand and elastic sound that he was constantly adjusting himself in his boxers to "point north" so he wouldn't poke me and give himself away, I guess. Underneath, my erection was being ground into the bed. At times I was sure it was showing from out behind my boxers. He found out that I like a little bit of a rough massage at times when he used lots of friction. We really got into it and massaged each other's chests, legs, and even butts sometimes as we were both getting more and more horny by the minute.

Finally, I'm laying on my side and him on his back. I'm lightly rubbing his back up and down in long strokes, just exhausted from all the fun. He rolls over on his side facing me and starts to rub my chest. I begin rubbing his. He starts to rub lower and lower with each pass, eventually rubbing over my boxers also. I start to get hard....he rubs his way into the elastic band and begins to explore. He wallows my cock and balls around in his hand, smiling at me and making some comments on my size. I finally drum up the courage to do the same. I feel his got a nice size cock and pretty big balls. He takes my hardening cock out of my boxers and looks at it for the second time. I lay eyes on his for the first. He starts stroking me, looking between my cock and my eyes for constant feedback. I feel him getting hard in my hands, and I stroke him, too. He comments that he's never done anything like this before, and I second that. He gets me harder; blood's rushing to my cock and filling it up fast. The sight of it gets him harder and harder in my hand. I realize that I'd been so horny all day and that now I can finally show it. He's absolutely lovin' it; I can tell by the way he keeps staring in my eyes and watching my cock intently. I'm hard as a rock now from being horny all day and this boy's got a firm fist wrapped around my cock and bumping it into my balls with each stroke. I follow his lead. Soon he reads my face and knows I'm about to shoot. He points my cock to my face and pumps the cum out of me. It sprays all over my chest, not to mention shooting over my head to the floor behind me. I sit up and finished him off with a tight stroke that pounded into this tight but still large balls, making him splooge all over his chest and stomach.

We both took to the shower together and cleaned each other off. We got dressed, and he drove me back to school. The ride back was a little bit awkward, since neither one of us had ever done that sort of thing before and didn't know what to think, much less say. But something he said made me think there might be more in store for us -- he said he wouldn't be opposed to trying new things again, but it would depend on the guy....and I knew I was that guy. =)

... To Be Continued, Bitches!!