Here's a short story about my first time.
"I want to suck your cock," he said.
My hand stopped half way up to my mouth; almost dropping my beer. "Umm, uh, what...what did you say?" I asked.
Dave grinned and repeated "I want to suck your cock."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," he replied. I didn't say anything for a minute and Dave continued "But I guess you're not into it, so forget I even asked."
I didn't know what to say. I mean, I had known Dave for quite a while and we got along really well, at least I thought so. Now he had told me he wanted to suck my cock. We finished watching the football game, chatting back and forth, not mentioning it again, and he left to go home.
"Tom," Dave asked. "We good?"
I smiled and replied, "We're good. See you later."
That was three weeks ago.
Since that time Dave had been over a couple of times, for the game as usual, but we didn't speak about sucking cock. We didn't speak about it, but I sure as hell thought about it...a lot.
Sometimes I'd surf the net, checking out some man to man action and getting off, thinking what it would be like. One time I went and got the dildo I had used on an old girlfriend and slid it in and out of my mouth while I jerked off. And I came really hard! Then I did it a second and third time and ...well I liked it, a lot.
When Dave and I were together it was like before, watching the games and shooting the shit. I kept sneaking glances at him, at his crotch and wondering what it would be like.
One Sunday he called and said he couldn't make it over. The wife had been called into work and he had to watch the kids. After he hung up I thought, maybe he had just said that to not come over and maybe he had found someone else better to watch the games with. Or maybe he'd found someone else's dick to suck. For some reason, that pissed me off. I was surprised when the phone rang later that day and it was Dave.
"Hey, the wife is back," Dave said. "We can still catch the night game? That work for you?"
"You bet," I replied. "Come on over. I'm a little short on beer so you might want to pick some up."
Dave rang the doorbell 30 minutes later; the pre-game show was almost over. We sat down and cracked open a beer.
"Looking forward to this game," he said. "How about you?"