The Lance Incident

In 1994, I turned 19 years old. In the city that I lived in, there wasn't much to do for a teenager. Since I was not old enough to drink, I had to get creative. Usually our nights would consist of driving around and expanding our minds with whatever we could get our hands on.

That was also the year that I met Lance Willis. Lance was about 6 years older than me, which was convenient because he would buy me beer. He came from an upscale family in a city about two hours south of where I lived, so it's not like we hung out every day. We mostly hung out on the weekends since he had a job working at his father's car dealership.

When he would come into town, he would pick me up in his Trans Am or Mercedes and we would just drive around for hours. He stayed with a hair dresser friend of his that lived just around the corner, so it was close for both of us. We would go all around our city. The beach, the Northside, even to the Southbank of the river. We spent a lot of time together just talking about nothing. I told him about my problems with my girlfriend Karen, and he would tell me about women that he had fucked. It was a close friendship that we had kindled in just a short time.

There was one night in particular that will never leave my memory. We were in Lance's Mercedes parked on a remote part of the beach smoking a joint. We were high, laughing at stupid stuff, talking shit about women, wondering how the fuck we would get back home in our inebriated state when the conversation changed dramatically.

"Have you ever thought about how much it would hurt to get fucked in the ass?" Lance asked me.

"I never really thought about it," I replied.

I had thought about it. I had thought about it a lot. I don't know if it was the unknown sense of the act, or that during that time period - especially in the south - it was looked down upon, but I was definitely curious about what it would be like to fuck a guy. I just wasn't ready for other people to know that I had these thoughts.

Just then something occurred to me. If I had these thoughts, I wonder if everyone has these thoughts. I thought that I would shoot a warning shot across Lance's bow and see where he stood with this statement, "I think that everyone thinks about it, and I think that to some degree, everyone is a little bit gay."

I was not ready for his reply.

"I agree. Just the other day at my friend's house a guy asked me if he could suck my dick for a few minutes, so I let him," he stated.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Yep," He said, "Right in his mouth. It felt so good. You know guys know how to suck dick better than women because they have one."

That sounded logical, but I couldn't get over the fact that he actually let a guy suck his dick and that he was telling me about it so freely. What was his intention here? What was my intention? This conversation has just took a turn and I was getting hard just thinking about a guy blowing me. Did that make me weird? More importantly, did that make me gay?

"Wow," was the only word that I could reply with. To be honest, I didn't really know what to say.

"Have you ever had your dick sucked?" he asked me quite abruptly.

"No, I haven't," I replied, "Came close a couple of times, but I tend to have chronic foot in the mouth disease when it comes to pillow talk with women."

"Yeah, they do all that talking and it tends to mess shit up. You still have to fuck them though. I mean just for the tits and ass, you know?"

"So you get with men and women?" I asked.

"Yeah, man!" He exclaimed, exhaling smoke and handing me the joint. "You know when the mood hits you, there might not be a chick around. Plus, there's none of that foreplay shit with a guy. When they are ready to go, just drop your shit and go at it."

I hit the joint a little harder. He could see the conflict on my face. If I was being really honest with myself, this conversation was turning me on, I just couldn't get out of my own way on this. I needed some sort of explanation. I needed a label, and I think that by my demeanor, he could sense that.

"Fucking a guy doesn't make you gay, man," he said, "It just gives you options. I know you're not gay, but I do know that you are interested. I can see that right now."

He gestured to my rock hard cock as he continued, "You see, when your dick is that hard, as yours seems to be right now, that's when it really needs to cum."

Seemed Legit. His intentions were becoming clearer. Time to call him on his bluff, "And I suppose that you can help me with that?"

He had a point. I was so hard that it was starting to hurt. I don't think to that point that I had been that hard, like, ever. If I had been at home and I was this hard I would have jacked off and been done with it. But I wasn't at home. I was with Lance, and he was posing what I considered to be a very interesting scenario.

"There's no one around and it's in the middle of the night," He explained, "I could drop to my knees and suck you off right now and no one would ever know except you and me."

If as it were possible, I got even harder as he said this. The thought of him going down on me was pleasing and dare I say, hot. I had a decision to make. Check that, I had already made the decision, I had to find a way to communicate it. I don't know if I was ready to say it out loud, so all I could think of was, "Let's get in the car."

He moved swiftly to the driver's door of the Mercedes as I looked at his over the roof of the car and said, "No, Lance. The back seat."

He got into the driver's side of the back seat and I the passenger's side. The mood was strange, but a good strange. This was uncharted territory for me and you could tell that Lance was a little anxious too. He was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts. I was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt as well. He put his arm around my shoulders as he said, "Dude, relax. I won't do anything that you don't want me to."

That was reassuring.

He moved his other hand to my knee. I moved a little towards the door. He could feel me pull away. There is no other way to say it, I was scared.

Just then he grabbed my hand and said, "Check this out," as he pulled my hand under his shorts and placed it straight onto his cock. "I am hard as fuck, too. See, we are in the same boat. Now we can just jack off together, or we can get each other off, but it was your idea to get into this backseat."

He had a point. I don't know what I was doing. At that moment, something just started to come over me and I started to stroke his dick. Up and down, just like I would my own. He laid back his head on the seat and grunted with pleasure. I kept going. I loved the power. It was different than being with a woman. I felt like I knew exactly what I was doing.

I started to go a little faster, up and down, up and down, squeezing his cock in all the places that I would want my squeezed. He started panting harder. I knew how to get myself off fast, and I was using the same technique that I would on myself. He wasn't going to last long.

I slowed down a bit, took my hand off of his cock and removed his pants and his underwear. He was hairy, but I didn't care. Passion had taken over this night - along with a little weed. I started back stroking his cock stronger, harder, and tighter than before as I asked him, "Are you getting ready to shoot?"

"Not yet, but I'm getting there," he replied.

"Don't shoot. Not yet."

I don't know what came over me, but I was preparing to put him into my mouth. What the fuck was I thinking? We were talking about him blowing me, not the other way around. Did he use some sort of Jedi mind trick on me? "Fuck it," I thought.

Just as I was leaning over to take him into my mouth, he stopped me. "I am running this show," He said, "Take off your shirt and lay back."

I did as instructed. I took off my shirt and laid flat on my back on the backseat of the car. He was at the other end, kind of in between my legs. He laid on top of me and started to kiss my neck. Some might have thought that this was getting weird, but I just went with it. He started at my neck and then made his way down to my nipples. He spent quite a bit of time there, as my cock got harder and harder. I was about to burst.

He started to take down my pants and he continued his kissing lower. I arched my back so that they would come off easily. I was completely naked. His kisses were at the top of my shaft now, as he grabbed my cock and started to stroke it ever so gently.

"I want to suck you, but I don't want you to cum in my mouth," He stated.

"I'll let you know if I start feeling it," I replied.

He nodded and proceeded to place his mouth around my cock. It was glorious. The blend of the warmth of his mouth and the caressing of his tongue shot me into a state of euphoria that I had never experienced in my life. I had waited a long time for a blow job, my first was from a guy.

His head bobbed up and down, his hand stroked my cock in a twisting fashion, as sounds of him sucking harder filled the car. This wasn't going to last long at this rate, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck something. I wanted to fuck someone. I wanted to fuck Lance.

I thought that I would throw our old conversation back at him just to see what would happen by saying, "You want to find out what it feels like to get fucked in the ass?"

He looked up at me from my crotch and replied, "Do you want to know what it feels like to fuck a guy? I have a condom."

"Give it to me," I replied. I ripped open the condom and as I went to put it on, he stopped me.

"Let me put it on you," He said. That made me chuckle a bit. I had asked my girlfriend Karen to put it on me many times, and she always declined. Now, lance offered without me having to say anything. Maybe there is something to this gay thing.

He put the condom on me along with some lubricant. He squirted some in his hand and looked to be rubbing it on his ass while still stroking me. The state of ecstasy that I was in cannot be overstated. I could think of nothing else but fucking him. He kept stroking me with the condom on and as if I couldn't take anymore teasing, I said loudly, "Jump on it. Jump on it."

He climbed on and I felt it go it as he let out a mild groan. He used a lot of lube so it was easy to get in and out. He moved back and forth and up and down as his groans became louder and more often. His cock was fully erect and laying on my stomach. I grabbed it and started stroking him hard. Hard and fast, back and forth as he fucked me up and down. It was tight, but I had mistakenly missed the hole with Karen one time, so I was kind of expecting the same thing.

It seems like this was going on forever, but in reality, it was just a few minutes before Lance said, "I am fixing to cum. Try to hold yours until I shoot. I want to cum with a dick in my ass. There is no better orgasm then when you have a dick in your ass."

Interesting. Perhaps I'll have to try that one day.

I could feel myself getting there, but it was still about thirty seconds away. His groans turned into moans and he sped up. I stroked him harder and faster. I could feel him clinch around my cock. His breathing intensified as het let out a, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH," his pearl semen shot across my stomach and chest. Some might call that gross, but I didn't give a fuck, it was my turn now.

I arched my back and took over. Instead of him riding me, not I was fucking him from below. In and out, in and out, I could feel it coming, and it was big. I sped up. I wanted to cum more than I had ever wanted to cum before. His cock went limp on my stomach ass I pounded away from below. In and out, back and forth, faster and faster until, "Ugh!! Oh Fuck!!"

Lance looked over at me with a slight grin on his face before saying, "That was fucking cool."

It was cool. Truth be told, I wanted to do it again, but an awkwardness now filled the car. That same feeling that when you have sex with someone that you probably shouldn't have had sex with. Yeah, that feeling.

We cleaned ourselves off and tidied up before heading home. It was a quiet ride. We tried to bring up small talk, but we were both in awe of what had transpired. Our relationship was never really the same after that. I moved away from the State that I grew up in, and I am sure that he found someone to romp around the back of a Mercedes with.

About a week after "The Lance Incident", I found myself in an empty house with my girlfriend, Karen. We had been fooling around is was getting to the point where clothes usually start to come off as she said to me, "You have been a good boy for a whole week. You haven't been calling anyone a cunt. You know what that means?"

Remember when I told Lance about having chronic foot in the mouth disease with women? A week earlier, about the time of the "Incident", Karen had made a bet with me that I couldn't go a week without calling her or anyone a cunt. The prize was a blow job and she was willing and ready to pay up.

"I do know what it means," I replied. "You get take it in the mouth!"

She peered at me with a blank stare as to say, "Fuck You," as she dropped to her knees and inserted my cock into her mouth. You could tell that she had never done this before because she thought that it was good idea to introduce things like teeth. To any women reading this right now, teeth are cool, just not on the manhood please. Guys, back me up on this.

I have to say she did her best though, and it wasn't all bad. She had the back and forth down, and she was even willing to swallow, which I would come to find out, can be a make or break deal. It was pleasant, after she backed off the teeth, and I was enjoying it thoroughly. One thing kept popping into to my mind though. Something that Lance had said to me, and then it hit me.

"Damn," I thought. "He was right. Guys do give better head."