Let me introduce myself. I'm Brad; I turned 18 a month ago. I attend running start along with high school, so I will have my AA when I graduate. I have been playing for the high school basketball team for four years. We have won the state title all three years and plan to this year. I was named tournament MVP all three years. Figures, I'm 6'5" and play guard. I'm an overachiever on top of my high school and college classes. The college wanted me to play for them, but I preferred the high school. I had offers for scholarships all across the country. Still, I plan to play for the University of Washington since I will be attending their law school and also plan to have a double major, the other being political science.
I don't date, have a busy schedule, and make few friends since I am busy. My parents are lawyers, as were my grandparents and great-grandparents. We live in Auburn, near Seattle, in a house my great-grandparents built, which I will acquire when my parents pass. We had deeded the house when my grandparents divorced. My great-grandparents willed me their estate, and I became worth millions when they passed.
When I turned 18, my parents bought me a Rolls Royce. They said I didn't need a sports car; my great-grandparents died in a wreck in their Corvette. My main friend is Jim, a basketball player at the community college. He still needs the grades for the University but will also attend there this next year on a full scholarship. He is the star player at the college and will undoubtedly go into the NBA after graduating from UW.
This is the beginning of an account of my life, starting with my 18th birthday.
"My parents are going on vacation for two weeks," I told Jim while shooting hoops at the college. I played some pick-up games there a couple of nights a week. I love basketball, though it is not my career choice; law and politics are. "Want to come over tomorrow? No school, we can hang out and watch some movies. I'll take you out for Chinese food for dinner. You're welcome to spend the night; no one hardly uses the guest bedroom."
"Sure, sounds like fun. Sure beats the weekend at the dorm." He replied, missing his shot, and I grabbed the rebound and took it down the court for a 3-point score.
"That's it for me tonight," he said, somewhat discouraged by my scoring off his rebound.
"Pick you up about 1:30 in the afternoon," I told him as we headed to the showers.
I usually went on vacation with my parents, but I had some schoolwork to catch up on this time. I didn't want to miss classes even though the schools were always happy to excuse me. It may have to do with being top in the class, or my parents were managing partners in the largest law firm in Seattle and big contributors at the schools.
I rarely dated. Last year I was elected homecoming king, and my date thought I would rent a hotel room. She was disappointed when I took her home after prom. Grades and basketball are my critical thoughts at this time of life. Marriage, a bucket list item, would come when I had achieved my goals, and sex was frightening with so many wrong possibilities, the major one being pregnancy from a burst rubber or a girl saying she was on the pill and not. I knew people who had that problem, and it changed their life.
This would be the first time I had invited one of the guys I was friends with to spend the night.
I picked Jim up, and he suggested we order Chinese instead of going to the restaurant. UBER could bring it to the house, and we would not have to drive over.
"You don't want to be seen in my car?" I asked to which he laughed; his was a car needing some repair.
"Haw," He responded. I would be willing to trade your cars though you would have to make some money. I can't afford the car tabs," he joked.
We got to my house. I showed Jim the guest room, went to my room, and changed into sweats and a T-shirt. Jim came downstairs in sweatpants without a shirt, his ripped muscles showing as he settled on the sofa beside me. I got chips, popcorn, and soda. Jim came into the room with a six-pack of beer.
He handed me one, took one for himself, and we settled in to watch one of the Creed films I had on CD.
"I think I have something better," Jim said, pulling out a CD from the bag he came downstairs that had the beer. "You mind?"
"I've seen this one before, so no, go ahead and put yours in."
The movie started; it was XXX. I've seen them before, but not this one. It was surprisingly Gay porn. I had never watched gay porn and never thought about watching it, so I didn't say anything. It was a gang bang movie, and I noticed Jim's sweats tenting well, and so were mine as I saw these guys being fucked and getting blow jobs, neither of which I had ever done.
Jim moved his arm around my shoulders as I watched. I had no idea what he had in mind. I am a virgin in all senses of the word.
"Pretty hot," he commented. "Ever had your cock sucked by a guy?" he asked.
Staring at the screen, afraid to look in his direction, I told him no.
He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. I was shocked. What should I do? Then his tongue moved into my mouth, and he started French kissing me. I had seen guys and gals do that in the porn I had watched but never experienced it.
I enjoyed it. I let him suck my tongue into his mouth as he pulled off my shirt, our bodies touching as we kissed.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Don't stop. I have never kissed like this. It feels so hot." I replied, my hands running through the hair on his chest."
In the film, they had moved from kissing to oral sex with a couple of the guys; some of the others were full-on fucking.
"Looks like we are stretching our pants here. Let me pull yours free." Jim said, standing and pulling down my sweats and then his as we were naked. He laid me on the couch and then straddled my body.
"Come on, just lay back," he said, kissing me again as our cocks touched and our hands roamed. He went down and began to suck on my cock. It felt so good. I had never thought of having anyone suck me.
"I have wanted to do this with you for so long," he said. "Let's go up to your bedroom. Do you have a TV in there?"
"Yes, I will bring the CD."
When we got upstairs, I put the CD on, and we lay in the bed, his arm around my neck, and watched the guys continue to have sex, fucking and sucking.
"This is new to me," I commented, leaning in and taking charge to kiss him. Wow, this was awesome. "I want to take your cock in my mouth," I told him, leaning down and sucking a cock for the first time. He rearranged his body so I was under him as he sucked, and he was now sucking me.
We are both 6'5". Our cocks were about 7-8 inches, stiff and throbbing, pre-cum leaking out as we sucked away. It tasted so good, I could have sucked him forever, but then somewhere along the way, he would have cum.
"I was just tested," he told me. "And you said you have never had sex with anyone, so we are both clean." He had brought some lube with him, just in case, he said. He applied it to my anus and his cock.
"Did you like watching them fuck?" he asked to which is nodded my head yes. "Good, I am going to slide into you. It will hurt at first as I get past your sphincter, but then you will enjoy the rest of the ride."
I could feel his cock pushing slowly into my hole. I was lying back on the bed, my legs spread out like a wishbone, and he was on his knees between my legs, slowly pushing in and out. At first, he told me to push out, which would hurt less as he moved inside. Right, he was.
"Oh, yeah, that feels good," I said as he pressed against my pubic bone, his balls banging against my butt.
With his arm around my neck, he pulled me up, his cock slowly fucking me, his mouth now fucking me with his tongue. I moaned with pleasure. He then sucked on my neck and then back to my mouth. He was repeating to the other side of my neck.
