First Time For Everything Literally

Thank you to everyone reading this.

It's pretty different from my last couple of stories, although there are some similar themes.

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"Cheers!" Sasha called out as her slender, black arms lifted the glass of champagne in a toast. She sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with her legs in the water up to her knees. She didn't want to get in because she had just finished the braids that morning and didn't want to risk them getting wet.

"Cheers!" Eric echoed. Our token white friend. He sat up to his chest, his blond hair plastered against his head. "Here's to you, Q! Our genius, our friend, and the head of his class!"

I lifted my glass. "To the best friends I could ever ask for." I didn't like my body. I wasn't fat or flabby or even particularly scrawny looking. I just didn't like my body. It wasn't anything special. It was, in fact so average that if I were at all objective about it, I might find little things I liked about it. But let's be honest gentlemen, what man is ever honest about his own body?

So there we were. I was a hispanic 21 year old just graduated top of my class with a degree sociology and a free ride to a PhD in Philosophy with a pretty good paying TA position attached wearing board shorts and a dark t-shirt to hide my body. Eric was our token white guy and he was fit. He was 25 with a promising career as a physical therapist ahead of him. He likes to joke around that he majored in PE, but I know for a fact that he worked ten times harder than I ever did to get his degree and certification. He was six foot even, 190lbs of lean, chiseled muscle with the blond hair and blue eyes that made everyone in any room turn to get a second look at him. He was wearing shorts that were a little short of my comfort, but I still noticed they looked good on him no matter how low the top or high the legs or obvious the bulge of his cock.

Then there was Sasha, the five five model that brought the trio together. No seriously, she was a model and actress and 28 at the time. She was a stunner with curves that made men and women alike dizzy. She was wearing a two piece bikini that was suitably modest, but was so flattering that I was grateful for the jacuzzi to hide my boner.

That's all there is to say about us really. Sasha was gorgeous, Eric was Adonis incarnate, and I was there.

"So," Sasha said bringing me back to the present. "What's next Q? You going to write that book you've been talking about?"

"Give him a break, Sasha" Eric said. He shifted and I could confirm that in addition to showing off his body, his shorts did a great job highlighting his package. It felt odd to me to see it. It was big. I wasn't sure how I compared, but it was definitely big, and after a moment I realized that I wasn't jealous or repulsed by it like I expected to be. I was actually kind of curious about it. "The man just graduated," Eric continued, "let's celebrate. Let's enjoy the night. Raise a glass."

And we did. We took another drink. Sasha opened another bottle of champagne and poured us yet another glass. How many was this? four? Five? I had lost track and that wasn't good. I didn't like losing track of how much I drank around these two.

"Now be honest, Q" Sasha said. "What was the best part of undergrad?"

"Meeting you guys, obviously." I took a sip of champagne.

"Don't be sentimental," Eric said.

"No I'm serious. I'm absolutely serious. You guys were the best thing to happen to me. Before you guys, I didn't have friends, I wasn't dating, I was alone in the dorm almost every night." I was rambling. I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't stop. Damnit! This was why I tried to be careful about how much I drank. "I mean I met you guys when I was a junior, and you remember what I was like then right?"

Sasha slid over to me until her hip was pressed against my arm. It felt good there. It was erotic, because she was crazy hot, but it was also just ... right. Comforting. She put her left hand around my shoulders, leaned down enough that I felt the swell of her breasts against the back of my head, and gave me a half hug. I tried to ignore the sensation of her breasts against me and just enjoyed the physical presence of one of my best friends. "Easy Tiger. I remember what it was like for you."

Eric reached over and put a hand on my leg. High on my leg. High enough for my cock to notice, but not close enough for him to notice my cock. I realized I enjoyed his touch every bit as much as I enjoyed Sasha's. "I remember too. You never did tell us her name though."

"Xio." I took a sip of champagne that was more like a gulp. "Her name was Xio."

"And she broke your heart."

I nodded.

"It's ok," Sasha said. She hugged me tighter, and I leaned my head into her. I felt Eric slide around the jacuzzi and come up on my other side. He wrapped his big, strong arms around both of us, and I found myself comforted between Sasha's soft, inviting body, and Eric's hard, protective one. I felt his cock against my thigh as he joined the three-way hug and wondered, not for the first time, why he and Sasha hadn't slept together already.

I didn't cry. I had cried out a long time ago.

"Did you ..." Sasha hesitated. It was a big question.

"No." I said. "The suicide note simply said, I hate you and everything about you. This is all your fault." I laughed.

We had found her, along with enough proof that she had been pregnant when she had taken a hundred tylenol and chased it with a liter of vodka.

But not my baby.

"I was going to ask," Sasha said, "If you ever found out who the father was."

I shook my head. "All I know is that it wasn't me. Xio and I never slept together. Never even went down on each other."

Sasha straightened in surprise but was careful about not breaking contact. "What?"

"Easy." Eric put a hand on Sasha's arm. "Easy."

Sasha was the energetic one. The aggressive one. But aggressive in the way that a bear is protective of her cubs or that a she-wolf is protective of her pack. "What do you mean you never slept together?"

I was surprised by her ferocity and was instantly snapped out of my haze. I was, unfortunately, drunk enough to answer the question honestly. "I'm a virgin. Never got further than second base with a woman."

Sasha's face went slack with shock. Then she shook herself. "How about a guy?"

"Nope." I said. "Not even to first. I didn't even have a jerk off buddy in high school that I watched porn with." I put my head in Sasha's lap and held one of Eric's hands in mine. "Xio was the first girl to go on a date with me, and the best friend I had since elementary school."

"How did we not know this before?" Eric asked.

I shrugged. "I thought if you knew what a loser I really was, you wouldn't hang out with me anymore." I was really and truly drunk if a) I said that and b) I said it while maintaining physical contact with them. "I've never even had a girl give me a handjob. I mean what kind of loser graduates college a virgin without so much as a handjob?"

Eric gripped my hand and caressed my leg while Sasha ran her hand over my head. "What kind of loser thinks sex makes a winner?" She asked me. "You're asking all the wrong questions, Q."

I snuggled into her lap and enjoyed the feel of her warm skin against my face. Her bare thighs, the junction of those thighs so close to my lips. I knew I wasn't hiding my boner anymore, and I couldn't say I cared. "So what's the right question?" I asked.

"The right question," Eric said, "Is 'where am I sleeping tonight?' Because you sure as hell aren't going to be able to make it back to your place."

"Don't be stupid," Sasha laughed. "You're both staying here tonight.

Sasha had a house. She wasn't super successful as an actress or model and she wasn't super wealthy, but she was successful enough and frugal enough that money was never going to be an issue as long as she kept an eye on the line between comfortable and lavish.

"You don't have a guest bedroom," I said.

"This is a three bedroom, two and a half bath, house," She said defensively.

"Yes." Eric held up a finger and ticked off the rooms. "There's the master bedroom, the dressing room, and the library. Then there's the Master bath, which you combined with the second bath, and a half bath by the living room."

"And don't forget the home gym in the basement." I held up another finger.

"There's plenty of room in my bed," Sasha said. "I made it that way on purpose."

I turned my head to look up at her. "Madam!" I said with as much mock outrage as I could manage. "Are you trying to seduce me?" I was joking, but I was more than half hoping She was. I was half hoping that if she didn't that Eric would.

That thought stopped me. I hadn't ever thought of guys that way before, but then again why not? I sat up and looked at Eric.

"Or were you trying to plan something? Hoping to get me drunk enough to take advantage of me?"

Sasha cupped my cheek in her hand and turned my face towards her. "No." It was a soft word. It hit me like a hammer but everything else was so soft I didn't know what to think. The word was "no". It was a clear and obvious denial. But her eyes were soft, inviting almost. Her touch was soft and leading.

"We'd never take advantage of you," Eric said. He took one of my hands in both of his, kissed it and held it close to his lips. "Not in a million years."

"And we don't want you to think that we pity you. I don't." Sasha leaned in a planted a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. It was feather light, and it burned my lips all the way through my body to my cock. "And I don't want you to say, 'yes' just because you're desperate."

Eric shifted his position so that I was half leaning against Sasha, sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, one foot on the cool tiles, the other in the water, and Eric between my legs. He kissed my neck where it met the shoulder and I felt his lips send a tremor through my body that made me melt as thoroughly as Sasha's kiss had made me hard. "I want you to want me," he said. "I want you to want Sasha. I want you to know that you are wanted." He trailed his mouth up my neck to my ear as he spoke. His words fluttered into my brain like a spring breeze and suddenly I was sober and aroused in a way that I never had been in my life before.

"Say yes." Sasha kissed me again. I felt one of her arms reach around and caress Eric. I felt their hands on me even as I felt their hands reach around me to touch each other. "Please say yes."

She pulled back. Eric did the same. They looked at me expecting me to say something. Expecting me to accept or decline.

"You are allowed to say no," Eric said. "We're still friends. I promise."

"But it's time you take a look at what's in front of you, instead of pining away for Xio."

I looked at Sasha. Under the moonlight her black skin sparkled like the night sky. It was black and purple with hints of starlight hidden everywhere. Eric in contrast was a pillar of marble; an invocation of the old gods of masculine strength and beauty.

"I want this. I do," I said. "But why me?"

Eric laughed. "That I why I love you Q. You're so humble." He kissed me full on the lips. I felt his rough stubble rub against my face as I kissed a man for the first time. I felt his body come closer to me and I couldn't help but put my hands on his hips and pull him closer. I needed to feel him. I wanted to feel his body against mine and then I did. I felt his strong chest and abs press into my body. I felt his hard cock press into my own as his pelvis demanded I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. Then I felt Sasha's soft body against my back and her arms wrap around and follow my own.

"He likes it when you play with his ass." She took my wrist and pushed my hands further around until I felt Eric's hard, muscled ass under my fingers and palms. I didn't need any more urging as I grabbed and massaged him.

I could tell that he liked it too as he ground his cock against mine with every move I made. I panted in heat at the feel of him against me. At the feel of his cock and balls rubbing against my own.

"Now boys," Sasha said, "Q's first time should be in a bed, don't you think?"

Eric pulled his lips away from mine and pressed his forehead against me. "Yeah." He was panting. His chest was heaving at the sheer will required for him to keep his body still instead of rubbing up against me like he wanted.

"But," Sasha said, "you both seem awfully primed. Let's take the temperature down a notch before we go inside." From behind me Sasha reached between us. I felt both of her hands there, one against my cock and the other against Eric's.

I groaned. Not even Xio had done so much as touch my cock through clothing and the experience, while familiar (I had done it to myself enough times over the years) was also new and alien. Sasha used her fingertips to explore me through the tight material of my swim trunks. When Eric moaned I looked down to see she was doing the same to him. Then Eric took a half step back.

"No. I want to focus on Q tonight." He put Sasha's hand on my chest where she began to play with my nipples. "Enjoy," Eric said to me. "Watch." He placed one hand on his cock and one on his chest like Sasha was doing to me. Then he pulled both his hands upwards and Sasha mimicked the movement and I felt her hands, her finger tips and fingernails trailing up my body to my neck. I felt her push up my neck as I watched Eric to the same to himself and then roughly run over his scalp.

I had no idea that another person's fingers on my scalp could feel so good.

I lost track of time watching him play with himself, touch himself until he sat on the edge of the hot tub across from us. Only then did he lower his swim trunks and I saw my Eric naked. I saw his monstrous eight-inch cock bobbing in the moonlight and his balls, heavy with cum and tight with anticipation primed for more. I watched him play with his nipples and caress his balls, his cock, his cockhead and asshole.

I watched and shivered and trembled as Sasha mimicked every action that Eric provided. Then he grabbed his cock with one hand, and gently took his balls in the other. Sasha did the same and I watched Eric masturbate as Sasha's delicate hands played over my much more modest six-inch cock. I didn't realize two measly inches could make such a huge difference.

"Do you like what you see?" She whispered in my ear.

I could only nod.

"Do you like what you feel?" She asked.

I nodded again. I put one hand behind my head to grab her head, to touch her even as I had to use my free hand to hold myself upright.

"We're just getting started, Babe." She started pumping my cock harder, faster, in time with Eric who was walking back across the jacuzzi now so I could see his cock better. "This cock will be pumped, sucked, and fucked tonight. So will this mouth and this ass if you want. Would you like that?"

"Yes. Oh God yes."

"I'm going to rub my breasts all over you. I'm going to rub my hot, wet pussy over you. You, me and Eric are all going to come so much and so hard that we'll be covered in each other's juices and instead of breakfast we'll just lick each other clean."

"Yes," I moaned. "Yes. Oh God yes."

"Then let's get started. Tell Eric what a beautiful cock he has. Tell him you want him to cum all over you."

"Oh fuck. Eric. Your cock is so beautiful. It's so big and so hard. I had no idea you had a cock like that. I want to touch it. I want to taste it and feel it inside of me. I want you to cum all over me and cum in my mouth. I want you to claim me with your cock, and then when Sasha and I share all that cum, I want you to know that we own it."

I shifted my weight so I could sit up normally and only partially lean against Sasha. One hand on her, I reached out and pulled Eric in for a kiss.

"Cum for me. I can't cum without you. Cum for me Eric. Let me feel your cum on me."

"I'm close," he said. "Where do you want it?"

"On my belly. Let me feel your cum on me."

"Here it comes."

Sasha started pumping my cock faster.

"Oh fuck," I said. "Cum for me. I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck!" Eric tried to aim at my belly but his cum came in great spurts that flew all over my torso, covering my belly and chest and nipples and even my neck. As he came he rubbed his cockhead against my own. Between the heat of his cum on me, Sasha's hands, and his cock, I wasn't holding back.

"Oh fuck!" I came everywhere. I think I got some on Sasha's hands and arms. I know I got some on Eric, but the majority of it fell back on me and mixed with Eric's on my chest and belly.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Sasha didn't stop pumping my cock as stream after stream of cum came flying out of me. "Oooohh" I turned my head and felt her lips mash into mine. Then her hands were off me and I felt Eric's still hard cock rubbing against mine as he pressed his body close. "Oh fuck," I whispered.

Eric kissed my neck and licked some of our cum off of me. "We're getting there."

"Yes, but let's go to the bedroom now. I want to feel my boys on me for a bit if you don't mind."

"Don't mind," I said. "Don't mind at all."

Sasha stood up. She took two steps away from us and turned back to face us. Eric and I were naked but I didn't look at him. I had gotten plenty to look at before and I only had eyes for Sasha at that moment. So did Eric, truth be told. Both of us had our eyes stuck on her dark beauty. She knew she had our attention and smiled that radiant smile that lit up the entire yard. "I seem to be overdressed. Now you two gentlemen stay right where you are until I say so."

I nodded. I looked at Eric who sat beside me and nodded as well.

"Great. Now sing me a little song, Q."

I san the first song that jumped into my head. Whatever faults I had, and I had plenty, I had a pretty damn good singing voice. Not good enough for a career, but good enough to get the entire bar to shut up and listen at karaoke night that's for sure.

"That old black magic has me in its spell,

That old black magic that you weave so well.

Icy fingers up and down my spine

That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine."

As I sang the old tune Sasha swayed her hips. She danced around us in gentle undulating waves, coming closer, close enough to tease. Close enough for us to feel the heat of her body against us. Close enough that I could feel the arousal building in Eric.

"The same old tingle that I feel inside,

When that elevator starts its ride.

Baby round and round I go up and down

I go like a leaf that's caught in the tide."

She turned her back to us to remove the top of her bikini. She did it slowly, but quickly enough that it was off by the time I finished the second verse. She didn't turn around to face us. She didn't let us see those beautiful breasts just yet.

"I should stay away, but what can I do?

I hear your name and I'm a flame

a flame with such a burning desire

that only your kiss, kiss, kiss can put out the fire."

With her back still to us she removed the bottoms. She stood naked before us, her perfect ass standing out, demanding our attention. She sauntered into the house, her hips swaying back and forth, her ass bobbing with every step.

"You're the lover I have waited for." I took Eric's hand in mine and put my heart into the words. "The mates the fates had me created for. And every time your lips meet mine." Sasha paused to look over her shoulder. Our eyes met. I turned to look at Eric. He wasn't looking at Sasha anymore. "And every time your lips and eyes meet mine, baby round and round I go, up and down I go."

Sasha beckoned to us with one finger and dropped her swimsuit on the patio floor. She didn't go inside yet. She just waited by the door, naked in the moonlight. Eric stood up taking my hand with him. Standing, his cock was at eye level. Hardening, to be sure, but still soft. I looked up at him, then across the yard to Sasha. I looked back into Eric's eyes, and without moving my gaze, I planted a gentle, loving kiss on his hardening cock.