This is a gentle and kind story of two young men having their first time - together. The emotions and sex are really sweet, and fun, and fine. If you are looking for something more hard core...please keep looking. All are welcome to read.
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Tom met Buck in high school. Well, Tom knew of Buck in high school...but they never did actually connect.
"Yo. Sweetcakes. How about some sugar for me tonight?" Buck is all about chatting up the ladies. We share a few classes together; and I have a hard time keeping my eyes off of him. He's always busy being a buffoon for the girls, so I never have to worry too much about him seeing me stare.
"Sure, lover, as soon as you grow a pair and learn how to treat a lady right." Bunny (her nickname) puts Buck down on a daily basis. I don't know how she can resist the guy. His cute face, wavy hair, athletic body...how does she do it? Anyway, we graduate in two weeks. It seems to me that Buck, like myself but for different reasons, has not 'gotten any'...if you know what I mean?!
"Okay, I'll get them at the corner store." I have a short list of things to buy and bring home. I live with my folks. Hey - I'm 18, okay? Graduation was months ago; and living here is both comfortable and cheap. The store is only a few blocks away, and I can either walk or ride my bike. I decide to ride.
"Thanks, Mr. Cutler. I'll be fine." The store owner is concerned that two bags of groceries are too much for me to carry and safely ride home. It's just two lousy blocks!
Part 2 -
"WTF man! You okay?" I would have been, if not for that goddam hole in the side of the road. Now there's groceries splayed out; and me splayed out like a fucking rag doll, too. "Let me help you." Looking over at him for the first time since my fall...it's Buck! "Are you hurt, Tom?" I can only shake my head side to side. He knows my name?
"Thanks, Buck. I feel stupid." He is giving me a look of concern and of disbelief.
"You are definitely NOT stupid, Tom. We had a few classes together, remember. You always got it right. No dummy like me." Buck wears his feelings on his face. He looks down. I'm still down on the ground.
"Help me up, please." Buck quickly has a strong arm under my flanks, and is lifting me upright. The bike wriggles out from under me, and falls back to the ground. He and I pick up the groceries together and continue to talk. "You are no dummy, Buck. And that body..." Crap. I just said out loud what I should have kept to myself. He seems to take it in stride. I wonder...
"You know, we're practically neighbors, you and me." I give him a quizzical stare as he and I get the bike back up and check it out. It's rideable - just a few dings and scratches. "Yeah. I only live four blocks the other way from here...six blocks from you, Tommy." How does Buck know where I live? "I once asked Bunny where you lived. I thought maybe you would help me with some homework...but I chickened out."
"I would have! I wish you didn't chicken out, Buck." Now he's beaming. I could kiss a smile like that. Crap. My boner is starting to inflate. He offered to help carry the groceries home for me. I accepted, of course. I am walking my bike back - my knee hurts a little. Back in school I could always hide my erection with a book, or something. This could get awkward. Gym shorts just love a boner!
I am leaning my bike against the garage at the back of the house. Buck is holding both bags of groceries like they weigh nothing. As I reach to take one from him, there is no hiding the tent in my shorts. "Damn, Tommy. How big ARE you?" I hesitate to answer, calculating my options.
"Six and a half, on the thick side." Here goes nothing. "You?" There's that smile again.
"One inch more, bud. Thick, cut and always ready for action." Bunny would not approve. "Hey. You want to jerk off sometime?" Looking him right in his baby brown eyes...I nod my head in the affirmative. My mouth is bone dry. Words won't work. "Good. Gotta get home for dinner. We'll do it soon." I watch Buck as his strong legs and bouncing butt cheeks take him in the direction of his house. I need to clean up, eat, and take care of something real important in my pants! Tonight's load will flow with Buck on my mind, as per usual. I don't know where this jerk-off-with-a-bud thing will go, but I can't wait to find out.
Part 3 -
"Hey, Tom, it's Buck. I saved your number from the time you posted an offer to help tutor at school. Wish I had called before...anyway...when can we get together?" My mind is racing.
"Now, if you want to. My folks are away for the weekend. Is that good?" I can hear his smile forming.
"Great. Can I sleep over?" OMG
"Sure."
"Be there after I shower. Gotta smell good, right?" Right. However you smell will always be good for me, Buck. Easier thought of than said. Better clean myself up, too. He has a point about smelling good.
"Come on in. Drop your bag over there." He brought his gym bag for the sleep over. He's wearing a tank top, tight shorts, and sandals. I have my Iceman tee on, shorts, and flip-flops.
"Iceman, huh. You know he's gay, right?" I nod. He is shaking his head. "We're not gay. All guys fool around with their buds, right?" He needs reassurance, like he's going to chicken out.
"Buck. It doesn't matter what label you are, or me either. I'm just glad to spend time with you. Real glad." He's moving in closer.
"You mean that?" I nod. "Bro hug?" Buck is only an inch or so taller than me, but right now, I feel like a little toy being cuddled by a very big boy/man. And he smells amazing. "Show me your room." He grabs his bag, and we climb the stairs to the second floor. My bedroom has its own on-suite bathroom. He's stoked. "Nice."
"Do you want to..." I feel like he and I are sharing the same brain.
"Yes." Buck is pulling the tank top over his head. My heart has stopped with the sight of his lush hair filling the cavity of those deep and muscular pits. My mouth is hanging open; but I do have the strength to pull off my own tee, and to toss it to the floor. Buck's shirt falls on top of mine. This might be the theme of this entire weekend!
Next goes our footwear. "You sure about this?" I nod. He smiles. As my commando hips and crotch come into view with the lowering of my shorts, I see Buck catch his breath and snap his head up just a bit. "Nice body, Tommy. Real nice. What do you think?" His question for me to answer centers around what I am about to see, as Buck is slowly lowering his shorts to the floor, and stepping out of them. It's time for timid me to get bold.
"Oh, yeah!" I'm wrapping my hand around his semi and lifting it towards his abs. His cock is a sweet one; but I really want to get a good look at his balls. They seem huge! "Let me cop a feel, too." Buck is also not shy about touching me. He seems to know more than I do about how to go about this. The way he is caressing my hard on...playing with the head...
"Have you done this with anyone else?" He looks shocked.
"No. Why?"
"Because you're so good at it." He's leaning in for a kiss. I have never kissed a guy before. His lips are full and warm on mine. He has me in his arms. My hands are slowly going to his back. His hands are holding my head. His mouth is wetter now. His tongue is pressing slowly into me. Warm, wet, slow-motion kissing. I feel weak in the knees. Locked in this kiss, Buck gently moves us back a foot, and we lay on my bed together. He lifts himself up slightly, his hands at my sides.
"Jerking off is okay, but I really want to fuck you, Tommy." I nod. It's what I want, too.
"Can I shave you?" Now, one of my favorite things to look at is the bush on a nicely built guy at the gym. I masturbate easily and quickly to an image of me rubbing my face into his crotch hair, and nuzzling him into a frenzy. Buck has a nice manly bush. His cock stands proud out of that thicket. His nuts are twice the size of mine; and push that boner of his up like a forklift. I don't know about shaving.
"Why?"
"I like the idea of fucking a shaved pussy. Don't get me wrong. You're a great guy; not feminine...much. But you have to admit, compared to jockstrap me, well, you are a bit, you know..."
"Gay?" He is nodding. "Sure. You can shave me, Buck. My razor and shave cream are in the cabinet - take a bath towel from the shelf." While he is getting the things to make me look like a boy again, I wonder about Buck's motives. Is he gay? What's really going on? "Before we do this, please tell me more about why."
"Okay. I know that fucking you makes me gay, in a way. But I can't go there. Not yet, anyway. So in my mind I can see a chick - someone like Bunny - all shaved and smooth and lubed up and ready for my cock. Is that okay?" I nod, down with the notion that my manhood is about to be slightly removed from me. "Lift up your legs."
Part 4 -
The shaving cream is cold. Buck is slathering it over my crack, hole, balls and bush. I remember a while back there was a shave cream in a can that could be warmed up by holding it under hot water. Wish that was now. My boner has given up for the moment; shriveling into its boyish size. I bet Buck likes this better. He's concentrating on shaving my crack nice and clean. I appreciate the gentle way he is going about this - no cuts, please!
"Sweet. I can see a nice pink hole instead of a jungle down here. Take a look, Tommy." He's holding my hand mirror for me to see. Propping up on my elbows is helping.
"I agree. It will also help keep me clean after I..."
"Gross." We're both laughing. My balls start to feel the razor; and I tense a bit, noticeably.
"I'll never hurt you, Tommy, I promise." I see the look in his eyes. I believe him.
"Bye bye bushie." A few strokes later and it's done. My man-bush is no more. I really do look like a boy again...or a girl, depending on what Buck sees. Wiping off the residue of shave cream with a warm wet washcloth from my entire shave experience, it feels nice. Nice and smooth. "Thanks, Tom. You look amazing to me."
"OH!" Buck is licking and kissing where my bush used to be - kind of like I dreamed about doing to his hairy one. "UhAhhh" His mouth was on mine a few seconds ago for a very quick kiss, before he plunged down and onto my little flaccid penis, engulfing the entire thing in one strong sucking motion. He's also rubbing my crack like it's a dogs belly. "Lube is on the first shelf over the sink." He's bolting up to go and get it.