First time gay sex stories: Davis’ House. Author: JackEds. The story is including: Fiction, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay, Virginity, Young Genres. This has boy/boy and boy/girl. If you don’t like one of them, don’t flame me. Just don’t read this. I’ve changed a couple of names, but as nearly as I can remember, this is how it actually happened:

First time gay sex stories: Davis’ House – Chapter 1

Author: JackEds

Davis and I became best friends in elementary school. He had been held back a year (back when they still did that sort of thing), and I was one of the youngest in our grade, so he was a year and a half older than me. He definitely hit puberty first, showing me when he got his first pubes. Soon, he had a little patch of them.

The summer after he showed me his first pubes, when I got my new swim briefs for the summer swim team, I was pleasantly surprised by how much my own dick had grown. The size had sort of snuck up on me. When I tried on my new team briefs and saw how I filled them, I got a boner; and I got the boner, I was really impressed — it pointed so far off to the side it almost reached my hipbone. Mom hadn’t bought me new underwear in ages and I guess I had slowly stretched my old ones so that I hadn’t noticed. But I had sure noticed my new equipment now.

I started getting boners all the time. I got them wearing my speedos at home in front of the mirror. I played with my dick almost every time I went into the bathroom, and was in the bathroom more often. I tried masturbating, determined to have my first orgasm, but when I did “get the feelings”, nothing came out. That didn’t stop me from playing with my dick or from daydreaming girls, all the time. My family would be watching TV, and I’d be pretending to sleep on the couch, on my stomach to hide my erection because I was dreaming about girls.

My daydreams were pretty tame — I didn’t know enough for them to be otherwise. They were usually about running into a girl on vacation or at the beach and her coming to me in the night, naked after all the parents were asleep. I didn’t daydream much about the girls I knew because they were too young and, well, I didn’t think any of them would “do it.” I had two younger sisters. The oldest was a pain in the butt and I’d sooner daydream about strangling her than doing anything sexual. However, my youngest sister was impish and cute. I tried to “accidently” walk in on her taking a bath, but she always locked the door.

I did daydream about Lisa, Davis’ little sister. She was a year and a half younger than me and had thick, curly brown hair. Her swimteam suit — she and Davis were on the summer swim team, too — revealed breasts which were hardly more than pointy nipples, but she had long legs and arms for her age; and truth was, I hung out at Davis’ house at the start of that summer, partly because of her.

I daydreamed about other girls, though. Girls with breasts. I daydreamed about them so much that it was driving me crazy.

That changed one afternoon when Davis and I were watching a Cubs game on TV at his house. They had a daybed kind of couch in their den, and I was on my stomach with my head toward the TV. Davis was on the daybed behind me. Lisa was sitting crosslegged in a chair a few feet away, facing the TV.

Okay, at this point, I should tell you that Lisa was really, really quiet. She just didn’t talk much, at least around me. She didn’t have a lot of friends and none lived close by, so she tended to hang around with Davis and I when Davis let her. He generally let her, I think because their father had died several years before and he sort of looked after her.

Anyway, that afternoon his mom had gone somewhere. Davis rolled on me, cocking a leg over my butt. I didn’t think much about it. Guys that age, at least back then, sort of lay all over each other when they were just lying around. But then I noticed a hardness against my butt. Davis had a hard on. We were in loose shorts and I felt it clearly.

He rubbed it on me. That annoyed me, sort of, the way I’d get annoyed with a dog trying to hump my leg. I glanced at Lisa. She was watching from the corner of her eye. I sorta rolled my eyes, like, “really!” and she looked away. I had been about to shrug Davis off and suggest we go outside when Davis literally moved on top of me and the hardness of his boner settled in my butt crack. I got a surprising little jolt of sensation out of that. That, and from his breath on the back of my neck. Davis was a bit of a stud at his age, and the weight of his body actually felt pretty good. The rubbing in my buttcrack certainly did.

He tried to move without it being obvious what he was doing. But soon I felt his dick throbbing between my butt cheeks and a moment later, he hurridly left the room with his hands over his crotch, saying that he had to hit the john. I felt my butt with my hand because it felt damp, and sure enough, there was a wet spot. I think Lisa saw it. She flushed a little and looked away again.

That night, for the first time, I daydreamed about guys instead of girls. I daydreamed about Davis, actually. I daydreamed about lying on top of him like he had on me and rubbing my dick in his buttcrack. I stuffed my pillow under me and humped it, imagining it was Davis’ butt. When I came, it was like I’d never come before. I shot. Reaching down between me and my pillow, I felt my first viscous boy juice. I rolled to my back and turned on the light. It was clear on my fingers. I smelled it, and liked how it smelled. I tasted it, and I thought it tasted okay. My pillow was a mess, though. I cleaned it and me as well as I could with some tissues, rolled the pillow over to sleep on, and then went to sleep thinking I was going to try that again. But maybe with a towel on the pillow.

I started daydreaming about Davis, and another friend, Jeremy, and other friends. I daydreamed about us in our Speedos rubbing against each other.I started noticing boys’ butts at swim practice; and not just their butts, but their bodies and faces as well. Changing with everybody for practice one morning, it finally dawned on me that we could even rub on each otheer naked.

I kept waiting for Davis to rub on me the way he had before, because I figured I could roll over under him and we could rub together. But Davis didn’t try. I even lay on the daybed exactly like before. Nothing. So finally, after waiting for what seemed like a week, I decided to take the initiative. I got the opportunity one afternoon when he and I were alone at his house. He was on his stomach on the floor, watching some rerun on TV — I wasn’t paying attention to the TV because I was looking at his butt and growing hard as a rock, and building up my courage. Finally, I got off the couch and knelt astride his butt. And then I lay down onto him, pressing my upturned cock down into his crack.

Davis tensed under me. My cheek was against the back of his hair — he had long, sandy-blonde hair — and I remember thinking he smelled good. Very slowly, I rubbed my hardon in his crack. His butt cheeks clenched. I rubbed more firmly. He sort of rubbed his butt up against me.

You wanna get naked? I asked in a whisper? behind his ear.

He nodded, silently. Davis wasn’t as quiet as his sister Lisa, but he didn’t always say much.

I climbed off and stood up. He rolled onto his butt and his eyes locked onto the tent in my shorts. He had a boner, too. It pointed up his belly to the waistband of his shorts. On impulse, I placed my bare foot on it. Davis’ eyelids drooped and his head fell back. I kept my foot there, rubbing the underside of his cock, and pulled my shirt off.

Wait, he said. “Let’s go to my room.”

I stepped back to let him get to his feet. He tented even more than I did. I followed him with my shirt in my hand, watching his butt flex under his shorts as he walked. We got into his room, and he locked the door behind us. He leaned back against it, and his eyes dropped to my tent again. So I shoved my shorts and underwear off my hips and let them drop to the floor.

Davis swallowed hard and licked his lips dryly. He pushed down his shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. Then he stepped up to me in just his shirt, his dick wagging. He had a good one, too. Thicker and longer than mine — mine was, even back then, only on the long side of average. Of course, at that age, being on the edge of purberty and all, our dicks seemed huge on our bodies compared to what they had been only a year or two before. So anyway, I thought his dick looked awesome, literally. He started stroking it. I started stroking mine.

He stepped even closer. “I’ll do yours if you do mine,” he said in a thick voice.

I took my hand from my dick, and he closed his around it. My breath caught and my jaw dropped. “Shit!” he murmured. I was speechless. His hand felt incredible.

Your skin his hot, he said in a whisper. He slid my skin up and down my shaft and my knees almost buckled. “Shit, you’re hard!” he said.

I put my hand on his strong shoulder to steady myself.

Put your hand on mine, he told me.

So I did. I lifted it on my palm and closed my fingers around it.

Now my dick has always been pretty straight. His had an upward curve, and it was thick. I immediately noticed the same things about his that he had notcied about mine — the heat, the surprising hardness — but also the thickness. Hold his dick made mine grow even harder. At least it felt like it.

We stroked one another, a little awkwardly at first. We’re both right handed, so Davis moved around to my right. His left shoulder went behind my right shoulder. I felt his chest through his shirt against the back of my shoulder; he was a little taller than me. I felt his left hand slide onto my butt. He had a big hand. I liked the feel of it on my butt.

The sides of our heads were almost touching. “Mikey,” he asked in a whisper. “Can we try some other things?”

Yeah.

Lay down on my bed.

I was reluctant to let go of his cock, but he let go of mine, so I sat on the edge of the bed. Davis pulled off his shirt and stepped up to me so that his dick wagged at my chest. “Get up on the bed, on your back,” he told me.

I backed onto the bed and lay back. Davis pulled my legs apart, and then climbed onto the bed to kneel between them. “You can’t tell anybody about this,” he said, looking down at me.

MY eyes were on that thick cock of his. I shook my head. “No, dude. I’m not gonna tell anybody.”

I’m serious, he said.

Yeah. Me, too.

He nodded. His eyes dropped to my cock, which was pointing up my belly, and he bent down over it. I heard him sniff. His lips touched the underside of my dick and my dick jumped. He lifted my dick and stuck his tongue out, touching my glans. I felt the wetness of his tongue. He bent lower and I felt his mouth close around my dick. I grabbed handfuls of bedspread. Davis sucked, and it felt good. But neither of us knew what we were up to. As he sucked, though, his tongue rubbed under my dick. That felt real good. I moaned.

Davis stopped, and holding my wet dick in his hand, he looked up at me. He wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand.

How is it? I asked.

He grinned. “Awesome.”

Releasing my cock, he moved up over me, supporting his weight on his hands like he was doing a push up. His cock laid onto mine. He rubbed it there. Supporting his weight on his left hand, he closed his right around both of our cocks. He tried stroking them together. It didn’t do much for me and I don’t think it did for him either. He went back onto both hands over me and rubbed my cock and balls with his. His legs were between mine so all our contact was right there at our equipment. He pumped his hips and our cocks wobbled.

He lowered himself down onto me. As his face came close, his eyes dropped to my lips. It was like something off TV; I knew he was going to kiss me. I’d never even kissed a girl, much less a boy. When his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes. Our lips pressed. My lips responded. Soon we were really kissing. He grabbed my shoulders and I wrapped my arms over his back. Our dicks pressed between us. I felt his balls drape mine.

Davis pressed his cheek to mine and his breath rasped in my ear. I was rasping a bit myself, The two of us started making the soft grunts of kids being pleasured. He ground his pelvis on mine and my hands drifted down his back to grab onto his butt. I could feel his muscles moving, but his skin there was baby-soft.

I know that starting out it’s supposed to feel better on top, but honestly, Davis on top of me was incredible. The weight of his firm naked body on mine, his hips grinding between my legs, the feel of his butt flexing in my hands, the press of his balls on mine, our dicks rubbing between our bellies, his breath on my neck… I completely zoned out. Davis humped and grunted, and I think I actually started gurgling.

My hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles. My hips ground, too, but Davis was driving, and he drove me into an orgasm; the very first orgasm that someone else had given me. He gave it to me good. I pressed my face hard against his and clutched the back of his shoulders. I started whimpering and Davis grunted harder, almost growling. Things got wet between our bellies.

He slowed. He stopped. The skin of our wet bellies slid with our rapid breathing. Davis pushed up and rolled off me onto his back.

I can’t believe we did that, he murmured.

Yeah, I agreed.

He sat up and got the box of tissues from his bedside. He pulled out several for himself and handed the box to me. I pulled out several. We cleaned ourselves silently. I was embarrased by what had happened and the intensity of it. I felt guilty because it was, well, gay. Davis got up and tossed his tissues in his trash, I did the same. We dressed without saying a word.

We went out to their den. I thought about going home. But then I thought that if I did, I might not be able to face Davis again. It seemed better to stick around for some normal time. It was hot outside and the den was the coolest room in their house because of a window air conditioning unit. The TV was showing old movie. I lay down on the day bed. Davis lay down on the floor. I fell asleep.

We woke when his mom came home. She walked through the den and said, “Hi!”

I realized it was late. “I should go,” I said, getting up from the couch.

Davis got to his feet, too, and nodded. He glanced toward the kitchen where his mom had gone, then came close to me. Real close. My dick started getting hard, instantly. “Mikey,” he whispered. “How about sleeping over here tonight?”

My dick got harder. The regrets I felt earlier after we did what we did quickly faded from my memory.

We can sleep naked, he whispered. “If you want to.”

I nodded.

Davis grinned, glanced toward the kitchen, then gave me a quick peck on the lips. Our faces lingered close together, and I got really hard. But his mom was like, right there in the kitchen. So I gave him a parting smile, and when I did, I realized that I felt sort of happy.

I went out the front door just as Lisa came up the steps. Her eyes locked on the bulge in my pants. I turned away, too late. “Hi, Lisa!” I called, jumping off the side of the steps. “Bye, Lisa!”

2.

I was back before supper, and as we set the table for supper, Davis kept grinning. I finally whispered to him, “Quit smiling or your mom will know we’re up to something.”

He laughed and motioned for me to follow him. I did to his room, and he locked the door behind us. Then he pulled down the front of his shorts, and his erection popped out. “Look! I’ve been hard ever since you left!”

Staring at it, I began to get hard, too. I pulled down the front of my shorts like he had done.

Davis stepped up to me and grabbed my growing boner. I grabbed his. We stroked. His dick was just as warm as earlier, maybe warmer — it felt really hot. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s try a sixty-nine.”

What’s that?

He nodded toward the bed. “You lay one way and I lay the other and we suck each other’s dicks at the same time. Want to try it?”

I was ready to try anything by that point. “Do we have time?”

Maybe. We can leave our shirts and shoes on. Just pull down your pants. He knelt up on the bed and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. His butt was as hairless as mine, but lean and muscled. I had more of a bubble butt. Davis lay down on his side and waved his dick at me as he scooted back on the bed to make room for me. “You lay the opposite direction so your dick is in my face and mine’s in yours.”

So I did like Davis had done. I knelt up on the bed, pushed my shorts and underwear down to my knees, and then lay down facing him, scooting so that his dick was like he said, in my face; and my dick was in his. He grabbed mine before I had even settled.

I got my first close-up look at his big, fat, upward curving dick. Davis had pale skin, but his dick and balls were deeply pink. It made them look bigger. The pubes in tight little patch had some red highlights.

His scent hit me — mild and slightly tangy like boys in early adolesence sometimes get. I liked it. I took a deep breath close to his scrotum. I hadn’t touched his balls yet, so I did. The skin of his scrotum was soft and moist. I lifted an egg-shaped testicle on my fingers. It struck me that Davis with his smooth ivory legs and ruddy balls and dick was actually sort of pretty down there in an exciting sort of way.

Davis mouth closed around my dick. His mouth was warm, like his dick. That’s what I’ll always remember about Davis — how warm his body always was. He sucked me into his mouth, and I closed my eyes and my head rolled, face first into his balls with a “Mumph!”

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