First time gay sex stories: Davis’ House – Chapter 3
I nodded and closed my eyes again. I moaned softly when it felt good. When Davis pulled his fingers out again, I guessed he was about to try his dick again, and I purposely kept my insides relaxed. Davis rested his hand from my balls and dick as I felt the dull thickness of his cockhead press at my opening.
He pushed in and I gritted my teach but kept my bottom relaxed. After what felt like minutes, I finally felt Davis’ lap against my bottom. “It’s all the way in,” he said.
Oh, yeah. I can tell.
You okay.
Might be. Take it easy.
Davis held me steady with a hand on the underside of my left thigh, and I felt his dick slide in and out. He rubbed my dick and stroked it as he ground his lap against my bottom. I could feel him moving around inside. He hit that spot again. “It’s feeling better,” I told him.
Davis made longer strokes and picked up speed.
That actually feels okay. I told him.
He pulled my arm from across my eyes, and I looked up at him. “You feel really good inside, Mikey.”
So did you. I dropped my feet out to the sides. “It’s starting to feel good, sort of. Did it feel good inside when I did it to you?”
It was okay.
Davis leaned forward over me. I looked down between us and could see his belly muscles working. He bent down onto me, slipping his palms under my back. We made adjustments. He ground into me, and we made more adjustments. He wrapped his arms under me, and I wrapped my arms over him. I hooked my heels over the backs of his legs, and the magic fit was back. Our embrace became a writhing ball. Davis thrust and ground into my butt and his pubic bone rubbed on my sensitive perineum. I rubbed my dick up against his taut belly and our tongues probed one another’s mouth. He felt better and better inside me. He drove in some thrusts and I arched back under him. Davis held my chest up to his as his hips pumped. He sucked on my neck, my jawline, my lips.
We were young, but we had instincts and we followed them. Damn, it was good!
Davis pumped. We rolled this way and that with me in his embrace. He made me come before he did, shooting up between our bellies, and when he came, and I got all slippery inside, he pulled me upright in his lap and we kissed until his softening dick slipped out of me.
He laid me down again, and bent over me. I had made him a man, I guess. He had certainly fucked like one. He kissed over my body while my insides relaxed and my breathing returned to normal.
He rested on top of me the way I liked for a while, and then we dressed because his mom was due home.
These days, when I’m with another guy, I like to top. That is unless the fit is like it was with Davis and me. Davis could top me all he wanted, and over the next few days, he did. My butt got used to it, and I loved it.
For years afterward, the smell of Vaseline gave me a hardon.
4.
It was a good summer. After those first few days of sexing one way or another every chance we could get, we eased back into our regular friendship, more or less. We were had swim team and had other buddies on the team we also hung with. Don’t get me wrong, though — we still had sex. A lot.
I slept over at his house at least a time or two a week. Davis would drag me off to bed early so we could have sex. I had a neighbor with a great swiming pool and no dogs, so twice We “camped out” in a tent in my back yard and stole into the neighbors swimming pool to skinny dip well after midnight. We played with each other underwater. We also butt-fucked each other underwater, and that’s how we discovered you could do it standing up.
One evening, in the public pool, away from some of the lights, we backed to a corner and I pulled down the back of Davis’ swimsuit and the front of mine and slid my dick up in him, right there in the public pool. It was full of kids and I didn’t think anyone was paying attention. With my dick up his but, I just sort of hung onto Davis’ back. I noticed one of the lifeguards, and older boy I recognized from church, keeplooking at us, and once when his eyes met mine, he grinned at me. Davis’ little sister Lisa was there that night, and I caught her watching us from the opposite side of the pool. I pulled out of Davis and pulled up our suits.
Trying sex in different places like pools, and once in a john, was sort of exciting, but the best times were still when it was just Davis and me alone in his room, naked, and fitting our bodies together. Davis liked doing it different ways, but I still preferred being on my back with Davis on top of me, either frotting with me or with his dick working inside my rectum. I felt like I was becoming gay. There were times I felt like a girl and Davis was the boy, and it bothered me that I liked that feeling in a way. But I did like it, and when it was just him and me, we moaned and groaned and made slapping noises and slurped noisily because the sounds somehow made it seem more like real sex and us like real lovers.
However, we weren’t always alone when we thought we were. Once or twice, I thought I heard someonoe on the other side of the bathroom door, which could only have been Lisa. Once, I got up from butt fucking Davis and opened his bathroom door just as the door to the den closed.
I suppose I should describe that part of house a little more at this point. Like I said, Davis’ mom was a high school teacher, and single parent, so she wasn’t rich. Their house was small. Their mom had her own bathroom off from her bedroom. The other bathroom opened off the den for guests, but had a second door that opened to Davis’ room. People were supposed to keep the doors closed and knock before entering, but you always had to be prepared for one or other of the doors to be left open. From the den, a little hallway also led back around to Davis’ other door, as well as to Lisa’s bedroom, and to their Mom’s bedroom.
I wasn’t used to knocking on the bathroom door when going from Davis’ bedroom because you could usually hear if someone was in there. A couple of times the door was locked and I knew Lisa was using it.
In mid August, my parents decided to visit my grandparents in Nebraska. I totally did not want to go, partly because my grandfather always seemed to think I was there to do chores, and partly because the last swim meet of the season was going to be on the day my parent were to leave, and mainly because of Davis. I talked them into letting me stay with Davis’ mom for the week. It was one of the few times they let me talk them into something like that, but I think they knew I was having a terrific summer; though, of course, they didn’t know all the reasons why it was so terrific. Anyway they let me stay.
The meet went well. Lisa was on the swim team, too, and as she and a couple other girls from her age group went up for medals, the guys and I discussed how their chests seemed a little flatter at the beginning of the summer from how they looked now. They were getting mounds. And curves. Like I indicated earlier, Lisa was one of those girls who was all legs and arms when she was a kid, and her swimsuit had those high leg holes on the sides so her legs looked even longer. She had nice legs. What I also noticed was that her hips had rounded a little. That night, Davis didn’t drag me off to bed early for a change, and Lisa had a friend of her own sleeping over. So we stayed up late playing games and watching movies. For once, Lisa talked more than normal. She was really happy for how she did at the swim meet. When I sat next to her on the couch, our legs rested against each other, and she didn’t pull her leg away.
It was maybe two afternoons later, if I remember correctly. that Davis and I were helping his mom with some things she wanted to do in the back yard. Some friends of Lisa’s were over earlier, but they had left, and I thought Lisa had left with them.
I needed to pee, so I went inside. I went through the back door, and I was shirtless and barefoot, so I guess I was quiet. I wasn’t trying to be; I just wasn’t thinking about it. I pulled open the door from the den to the bathroom, and there was Lisa, sitting naked on the john. She stiffened with her hands between her legs. I had the distinct impression that she had been rubbing herself.
She froze. I froze… well except for my jaw hitting the floor.
Oh, sorry, I stammered, backing out. “Wait.” I came back in and closed the door behind me. “Can I see,” I said. I’m not sure what came over me because I wasn’t that bold a kid. Maybe it was because Lisa was always around. I told her, “I haven’t seen a girl naked since my little sisters were babies.”
Lisa stared. One finger moved in her hand, and it looked like she pulled it out from inside her pussy. I forgot to breathe.
I’ll show you mine, I offered, trying to think.
Lisa’s mouth, which had been hanging slightly open, closed; and she swallowed. I took it for a yes, and pushed down my pants and underwear to the tops of my thighs. Holding them there, I stepped up to where Lisa was sitting. My dick began to rise.
Lisa stared at it. Then, tentatively, she pulled a hand from between her legs and cupped it under my dick. Her eyes widened. She closed her hand around my thickening tube and it just plain hardened up. It pointed right between her eyes.
It’s bigger than it looks in your swimsuit, she whispered.
I hide it when it gets hard.
Lisa shook her head. “I’ve seen it like this under water. Your speedos have gotten real see-through.”
Oh? I was blown away. This was almost more than she had said to me at one time, ever, and it was to let me know she oggled me underwater?
She lifted my dick higher, looking under it at my balls. She pulled her other hand from between her legs and felt my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger with growing confidence. “Your skin is soft,” she whispered. “So is mine.”
She stood, and because of me standing so close, she pulled my dick up between us. She had less pubes than I did — like none at all. There was just a slight mound over her pubic bone and a slit beneath. She pushed her hips back and pulled my dick down to rub my dickhead against her pussy. “See?” she said, “I’m soft there, too.”
Oh! I murmured, my knees growing weak.
Her hand tightened on my dick she she rubbed my glans against her labia. She rocked slightly on her feet. Her labia were damp, probably from what she had been doing.
You’re warm, I whispered.
You, too. Her hips came forward and my dick slipped between her legs. She held the top of my dick up under her pussy. Her fingers pushing up on the underside of my dick made my knees weak. Our bodies almost came together. Our faces were close. I kissed her lips.
Just then, we heard Davis and his mom talking. It sounded as if they were coming in from the backyard.
Oh, I grunted, pulling back and scrambling to get my shorts up. Lisa’s shorts and shirt lay on the sink counter. She grabbed them up as I got ready to leave by the door to the den.
Lisa, I whispered. “After Davis goes to sleep tonight, I’ll come to your room.” I didn’t wait for an answer. I left, closing the door behind me and hurried to the kitchen. Davis and his mom were getting ice water. I quickly took a seat at the kitchen table to hide my erection.
At supper that evening, I kept sneaking glances at Lisa, but she wouldn’t look at me. It looked like she blushed a time or two. Had I lost my chance with her? Had the moment passed?
I was worried that Davis would want to stay up late I didn’t need to worry. We hadn’t had sex since the night before, and he was horny. We had taken turns showering earlier (we didn’t try showering together when his mom was home). As soon as we brushed teeth, he shoved me into his room, closing the bathroom door behind us. Laughing, he wrestled me onto his bed, pulled my shorts and underwear off, and dove onto my cock with his mouth. He managed to keep a mouthlock on it while he got me hard and pulled off his own shorts and underwear. I pulled off my shirt. He rose up on his knees and pulled off his, and then fell onto me. We got quiet when his mouth covered mine and we began to grind.
We came that way, and I thought we might be done, at least for a while, but Davis was in an affectionate mood. He nuzzled my neck and face and continued to grind our dicks between us, slowly, casually. He kept both of us hard. I didn’t know what to expect with Lisa, or whether she would even let me in her room later, but I didn’t want to come again. I wanted to wait.
Davis had other ideas. He retrieved the small medicine bottle he kept a private stash of Vaseline in and smeared some into my butt. As he did so, he played with my butt and with my perineum in ways he knew I liked. He spread a little more Vaseline on his dick — it didn’t take nearly as much these days — and positioned himself at my bottom. He drove in. I arched back like I usually did. It was a reflex, but he liked when I arched back. It turned him on. So I did it. He wrapped his arms under the small of my back, and pulled me upright into his lap.
My legs went out along his sides and my cock rested on the smooth skin of his belly. My face was slightly higher than his, so I covered his mouth with mine and wrapped my arms around his head. I rubbed my dick on his belly and that rode me on his dick. We tongue wrestled and I bounced until he rose on his knees, carrying me with him, and fell forward onto me. We made our usual tight ball, but this time, Davis went slower than normal. He didn’t just pound away, but ground into me, and I moved with him.
I didn’t intend to come; I just couldn’t help it. Davis came not long after. He stayed on me and snuggled dozily, obviously intending to go to sleep that way. In fact, I think he fell asleep before his dick slipped out of me. I was ready to fall asleep myself. I was pretty well spent by then. I struggled to stay awake, but it was awfully comfortable with Davis on top of me like that because We often fell asleep that way. I think I might have dozed a little when I heard Lisa in the bathroom. It sounded like she was brushing her teeth.
The time actually seemed a little early for her. I hoped that was a good sign.
I heard her mom go down the hall and go into her room. Her door closed. She always closed it to change for bed, but she didn’t always sleep with it closed. I would need to wait to be sure she had either left it closed, or had gone to sleep.
Eventually, the light went out in the bathroom and I heard Lisa go out the other door and come back through the hall to her room. Her door closed. I shifted like I normally did when we changed positions and Davis rolled to one side, keeping an arm over my chest.
I waited.
The memory of that afternoon and the feel of Lisa’s fingers on my dick and the softness of her pussy on my glans started to revive me. My hand went to my dick and balls. I played with them and imagined that Lisa might even let me put my dick inside her. The house grew still. Davis was a hard sleeper and by then, he was dead to the world. I slipped out from under his arm, picked up my shorts, but not my underwear, and slipped into the bathroom — if Davis woke, which he wasn’t going to do, I could say I was just going to use the bathroom.
He didn’t even stir. Once in the bathroom, I pulled on my shorts and carefully opened the door to the den. I left the door open behind me and tiptoed to the hall. It was fairly dark, but I could see that their mom’s door was closed. I listened. I thought I heard soft snoring from that direction. I went to Lisa’s door, opened it as quietly as I could, and slipped inside.
There was more light in her room. It came in through the open drapes of her window from a backyard light next door. There was a bush in the way, so there wasn’t too much light, but I could see Lisa in her bed. She had her bedcovers up, but I could see the outline of her body. It looked to me like her hands were between her legs again. Her eyes were open. I went to her bed, lifted the covers and crawled in beside her. I had already thought of the first words I wanted to say. “Let’s get naked like this afternoon,” I whispered.
Lisa pushed the covers down to her legs. She was already naked.
Wow! I mouthed wordlessly. I slid closer to her and she rolled up on her side to face me. Those small mounds of hers mounded a little more between her arms. I shimmied out of my shorts, kicking them on down past my feet and moved closer so that my dick almost touched her. Her eyes were on mine, and I swear she had a hungry look. I didn’t realize that girls could want sex, and least not like guys, and certainly not a girl Lisa’s age. But she had already gotten herself worked up before I got there, and she looked, well, needy.
We gazed into one another’s eyes. I grabbed the base of my cock and scooted closer, intending to rub my glans on her pussy like earlier. I looked down between us just long enought to aim, and when my dick pressed at the top of her slit, I looked up at her again. Her eyes drooped and I rubbed around with my dickhead, trying to work into her slit. Lisa opened her legs, cocking her top one over my hip.
That gave me a better angle to rub the length of her slit with my dick. I kept my eyes on hers as I moved my glans up and down her labia. She moved her hips, rubbing her labia on my glans.
Sliding my dickhead up and down between the lips of her pussy, I found her opening. It took me a moment because it was lower down than I expected. When I did find it, I eased my dickhead in.
She was damp down there, but not very damp, and my dick didn’t go in very far. I didn’t know about hymens, so I thought maybe she was tight like my butt was the first time Davis tried to put his dick into me. I wasn’t about to go get the jar of Vaseline, but I remembered that Davis had used some on my butt earlier (that wasn’t difficult to remember because I was still slippery between my butt cheeks.) I reached behind me and drew my fingers up my butt crack. I probably got as much persperation as leftover Vaseline, but my fingers were wet. I quickly rubbed them over my glans and down my shaft. Then I repositioned.
Lisa didn’t have much of a hymen. She might have lost some of it playing with herself. Anyway, with my dickhead wet, I worked it in. Her breath caught and I stopped. But then she wiggled her hips. I pushed in as far as I could, and the tight, soft sheath of her vagina opened and slid down over my glans and down my shaft.
I rocked my hips and moved inside her. She grabbed my shoulder, moaned softly, and her eyes closed. I pumped. But we were on our sides, and I couldn’t go as deep as I wanted. So staying inside her, I rolled on top of her, rolling her to her back.
Her eyes opened and met mine again. Her mouth dropped as I made it almost all the way insideand my balls rested on the top of her leg. I wiggled my hips and she spread her legs out. My hips settled between her thighs, and I went balls deep into bliss on a dick. If I hadn’t come twice already that night, I would have come for sure.
Buried in her, I lowered my lips to hers. I was going to make her feel like Davis made me feel. I probed into her mouth with my tongue. Lisa groaned. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue over mine. I began to thrust with my hips. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her palms flat on my lower back.
I wrapped my arms under her and kissed her as I pumped. Her bed was quieter than Davis’ and I realized I had gotten used to the sexiness of Davis’ bed squeaking, but it was good hers didn’t; not with her mother down the hall.
That didn’t mean that Lisa remained quiet. She gasped and whimpered softly. I had barely gotten going when she grabbed me by the butt with both hands and tensed up under me. Her insides pulsed, squeezing my dick. That was something else I didn’t know — that girls could come. It was like a premature ejaculation. I know that at that age, guys often fire off too fast, but that night, it was Lisa. She had absolutely gotten worked up before I ever got there.
Lisa arched back under me and I understood why Davis thought it was hot when I did that under him. Her fingers dug into my butt. Her legs squeezed me between them, and her insides milked my dick; or would have if I had been coming yet.
I stopped thrusting when her hands pressed down on my butt hard to stop me. So I did, but I stayed inside her. I did like Davis did me when he stayed inside. I kissed her face and her neck. I also did something that Davis did not do to me. I felt over the small mounds of her breasts with my hand. Her skin was soft. Her small breasts fitted my palm and I cupped one as I kept her mouth covered with mine until slowly, I began to move my hips again.
Lisa responded, kissing back and sliding her hands up my back and down to my butt. I ground down into her and she ground back. Her vagina was very wet now and the slide of it over my glans and up and down my shaft felt like nothing I did with Davis. She planted her heels on the bed and rocket her pelvis to meet me. Just as much as Davis and I had used our instincts, Lisa used hers, and a young girl like that can have pretty hot instincts.
It wasn’t long before she begain gasping and whimpering again. She squirmed. Her hands went to my butt. I kept going because I felt my balls drawing up and churning, and I was ready to come. She tensed up again and I felt her insides tighten around my dick. That was all I needed. I thrust fast and hard, and For the first time in my life, I pumped my cum into a girl. There’s no feeling like that.
I pumped dry and then stayed inside her. I rested on her again, kissing her softly until my dick softened and slipped out.
I rolled off onto my side, propping my head on my elbow to watch her. Her head rolled my way and she smiled dreamily. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath. I extended a finger and felt over them and around her nipples. They were puckered and pointing. I bent to kiss one. Lisa moaned softly and wrapped an arm behind my head to hold me to her chest. So I brushed her nipple with my lips and licked over it with my tongue. She squirmed quietly.
I lifted my head, gazing down at her, I wrapped a leg over her and pressed my soft cock and balls to comfortably against her hip. I rested a hand in the middle of her chest.
I wish you could spend the night with me like you do with Davis, she whispered.
I can stay here a little while, I told her.
I hear you two, she said. “At night.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t surprised. “I think you’ve listened during the day.”
She nodded. She lifted a finger and ran it over my lips as if to see how they felt. “I tried watching through his window, but I can’t ever see anything through the curtains. I opened the bathroom door once, but I was afraid Davis saw me so I closed it and ran.”
What were we doing?
Davis was on his tummy and you were on top of him. Her eyes met mine. “I watched before I thought Davis saw me. I wondered what it would be like if you were on top of me.”
Now you know, I told her.
I want to do it with you during the day, she said. “When everybody is gone.”
Yeah, I agreed.
She pouted slightly. “Do you like me better or Davis?”
You, I said, then reconsidered. “I like Davis, though. I mean, what we do. He’s my best friend, and, Well, I like him.” I shrugged. “He’s good at sex.” I touched her nipple. “I’ll teach you some things.”
Like what?
Like how to sixty-nine.
I know what that is.
We can try it.
Now?
I thought about it. She had Vaseline on her pussy. “Maybe next time.”
She smiled and then yawned.
Maybe I better go before we fall asleep, I said.
Lisa reached down along her side. “Let me feel it one more time.”
I lifted my leg and let her clasp my dick.
I like how it feels, she said.
I reached between her legs and for the first time, simply felt her with my fingers. Her labia were indeed soft, like she said. Soft as my scrotum maybe. Maybe softer. I probed a finger down into her slit. My dick began to return to life in her hand.
Her hips moved. “I’m a little sore,” she said.
Sorry. I started to pull my hand back but she covered my hand with her free hand. “It’s okay. I like it. Try rubbing like this.” She put my fingers on her labia and rubbed them up and down. I rubbed and dipped with a fingertip into her hole.
I grew hard again, but hey, I was young and it was my first time with a girl. Her pelvis rocked her pussy under my fingers. She rolled up to me and cocked a leg over mine like she had when we started. Only this time, she held my cock in her hand and she was the one who worked it into her opening. I kissed her and our hips rocked. I was going to roll on top again so I could go deep, but she rolled on top of me first, and I did go deep. She pushed up on her arms over me, grinding her pussy down into my lap. That left my hands free for her breasts and I used them that way.
She made it feel good for her, and in the process, made it feel damn good for me. She came differently this time, sort of long and never quite peaking. when I and that seemed to do it for her. She collapsed onto me. “Your brother falls asleep on top of me like this,” I whispered. Lisa murmured softly and relaxed. She fell asleep on me the way Davis liked to do, I liked it, too.I was inside her, instead of Davis being inside of me of course, but I got her legs between mine and I fell asleep, too. I only woke when I heard their mom pass Lisa’s door in the morning.
Lisa was spooning me from behind; another thing like her brother. She woke when I jumped from the bed. “I’ll come again tonight,” I promsed in a whisper as I pulled my pants on.
I listened at the door. It sounded like their mom was in the kitchen. Quickly, I slipped through the door, hurried through the den when their mom was looking the other way in the kitchen, and into their bathroom. I took a piss and then went into Davis’ room. He woke and stretched when he heard me come back in. “I have to take a whiz, too,” he said, getting up. “Why did you put your shorts on?”
I shrugged. “In case someone left the other door open.”
Well take ’em back off, Davis said with a grin as he threw back the covers. “I got morning wood and I’ll be right back.
My parents came home Sunday night. By then, I had the beginning of a sore throat. It was very sore the next day and my mom took me to the doctor. “I think that it’s simply exhaustion,” he told my mom. “You say he was with a friend all week? You know how kids are; you have to slow them down sometimes. Make him rest for for a day or two. Keep him on the couch or in bed.”
If he’ll let me, Mom said.
I will, I promised her.