EDGE OF SEVENTEEN
Here's the warning: This story contains explicit sexual encounters between two males. If you don't like that sort of thing, if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your area prevent you from reading it, then don't. If you like the story, I welcome E-mails on the subject. I haven't decided yet if I want to write more. That might help me decide.
I'm going to start this the typical way. I had never thought of myself as gay. I'd never been seriously attracted to men. I'd had the occasional fleeting thought, but I'd always thought of that as a normal part of growing up. I'd never really fantasized about men or had any kind of uncontrollable attraction to them. That all changed when I met Josh.
Let me start at the beginning. My name is Alex. My first time with a man was when I was almost seventeen. At the time I guess I wasn't bad looking. I had long brown hair and blue eyes. I had always thought I was too thin, but most people seemed to like the way I looked. Everyone would comment on my prominent cheekbones. That seemed to be my major asset. People tell me that it gives me an androgynous quality.
One night I was out with some friends. We were at a bar, laughing and cutting up. That's when I met him. He walked up and said hi to my friend Phil. His name was Josh. Phil introduced us and something happened to me. I'd never felt anything like it before. When we shook hands, it was like a shock went through me. He smiled, and I melted. I was really confused. I didn't really understand at first, but later on I sure would.
As that first night went on, I just couldn't seem to take my attention off of him. I continued to drink more and more, hoping that would distract me, but it only seemed to intensify my feelings. (By the way, if you're wondering how a seventeen year old was in a bar drinking, this was several years ago in New Orleans. They weren't as strict with the drinking age back then.)
Several times during the night, I found myself just staring at him, taking everything about him in. He was a little taller than I was and very thin. At some point, I found out he was nineteen. He was dressed in really oversized clothes. They only made him more appealing. I could tell he was thin, but the big clothes made his body something of a mystery. He had a beautiful face and longish blond hair. The only word I could think of to describe him was angelic.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and told everyone I had to leave. I figured I'd better go rather than risk completely humiliating myself. As I was walking out, Josh ran up to me and said, "Listen, would you mind giving me a lift home? I'm really tired and I don't know when my ride's going to want to leave."
I felt my heart jump and fall in my chest. Before I could even think about it I heard myself saying, "Sure. No problem."
"Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all."
"Cool. Thanks so much for this. I'll owe you big."
We walked out of the bar together chatting about this and that. To this day I can't remember what we talked about. It's all just a blur. I was only barely listening to him. All I could think through my alcoholic fog was that I should try not to stare at him too hard.
We drove to his house, still chatting about nothing in particular. I gave some generic responses to his questions and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. I was coherent enough to recognize that we had a lot in common. The music and movies we liked were all very similar. As we drove, I found the feelings I had for him getting stronger and stronger. As time went on, I began to imagine him naked and prone on the bed.
When we reached his house, he asked me if I wanted to come in for a minute. He said I looked tired and could stay over if I wanted. He seemed concerned about how much I had drank and probably thought I was too drunk to drive home. I accepted the offer and went in with him.
He had a very nice apartment. It wasn't real big, but it was very well kept. I longed for my own apartment. Living with my parents was becoming more and more of a drag. He motioned for me to sit on the sofa and said, "I'm going to go get a drink. Do you want something?"
I figured since I was going to stay there anyway, I might as well continue to drink, so I said, "Sure."
He went into the kitchen to get a couple of beers. I sat on the couch, glancing around the apartment, getting the layout of the place. He had a lot of movie posters on the walls, and there were a couple of bookshelves filled with books. I was liking him more and more.
He walked back in with two beers, handed me one and sat down on the other end of the couch. "So you're still in high school, huh?"
I nodded, a little embarassed at having how much younger I was than he brought up.
"Do you like it?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It's school. Does anyone like high school?"
"Do you play any sports?"
"No. I'm not really into sports."
"Are you going to college?"
"Probably."
"Do you know what you're going to major in?"
"Not yet. I'll probably start off with general studies and see if anything interests me."
"That seems to be the route everyone goes."
"What's your major?
"Music. I'm thinking about changing to art, though. I haven't decided yet. Both of them are pretty equally useless in the real world."
"Not really. I mean the world needs artists and musicians. Friends of mine have told me I should act. I don't know. I've been in a few school plays, but I don't know if I could do it professionally."
"You can do anything you want." he said, looking me right in the eye. It felt as though he knew exactly how I was feeling right then.
I weighed my next statement carefully, but then I figured I didn't have anything to lose. We were both drunk. If anything went wrong, I could just blame it on the alcohol. "I also don't know if I'm good-looking enough to act."
"Sure you do. It might just be the alcohol talking, but I think you're a very good-looking guy."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
This time I got bolder and figured I'd go in for the kill, "Well, I think you're great looking too."
I noticed that over the course of this conversation, we had been inching closer and closer to each other. I figured, what the hell? Let's throw caution completely to the wind.
I leaned closer to him and as he responded to my compliment, I moved in and kissed him on the lips. He didn't fight me at all. He gave in to the moment completely. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, and I pulled back.
"God I'm sorry." I said, turning away, "I've never done anything like that with a guy before. I'm so sorry. If you want me to go, I'll understand."
He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around and said, "No. Don't worry. I wanted you to do that. I've been wanting that for quite awhile tonight, but I didn't know how to approach it. I've never done anything like this before either, but I want to with you."
"Are you sure?"
He leaned over and kissed me. This time it was even more passionate. We both gave ourselves to the feeling. His tongue crept into my mouth and explored its way around. I'd been with girls before, but there was an electricity that had never been there before. I put my arms around him and felt the warmth of his body embrace me. He put his arms around me and for the first time ever, I felt completely safe. I felt better than I ever had before.
We moved slowly down until we were laying on the couch. I was on top of him. We were still kissing furiously. His hands were moving up and down my body, exploring every part they could reach from the position we were in.
I reached down and felt his hardness growing. It just made me want more. I pulled my head away and started licking and nibbling on his ear. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was really into it.
Then, I moved down and started licking his neck. I knew then that no matter what happened, I wouldn't be able to stop until I saw this through. I moved down and bit at his chest through his shirt. I felt his nipples hardening and focused on them.
"Wait!" he gasped, "Wait a minute. Let's not do this here." He stood up and took my hand. We walked into the bedroom. He lit a tapered candle that was on the dresser. That was the only light in the room.
He led me over to the bed. We stood for a moment, kissing passionately. His tongue was in my mouth again. I started sucking on his tongue, delighting in the gentle moaning sounds that he was making.
He lowered me onto the bed as we continued to kiss. His hand reached down and found my raging erection. He rubbed my hardness through the jeans, my cock throbbing and pulsating with every movement. I reached over and felt him as well. Even through his baggy slacks, I could tell he was huge. I felt as though I would shoot right then. I had to hold myself back.
He lifted my shirt up and started licking my chest. He was just touching my skin with the tip of his tongue. He moved to my nipples, and it felt like someone rubbing a feather over my chest. My body convulsed with pleasure at the feeling. For two novices at this, we seemed to instinctively know just how to push the right buttons. As he worked, I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. His head moved down and made little circles around my navel. I laid my hand on his head just to rub my fingers through his silky blond hair as he pleasured me. He lifted his head slightly, then he went back down and started sucking my cock through my jeans. I could feel the front of my pants getting wet from saliva.
Then, he started unbottoning my pants. I shut my eyes even tighter in preparation for what was coming. He pulled my cock free. He ran his index finger along the length of it as it continued to engorge. Finally, his lips closed around it. The soft wetness of his mouth was unbelievable. His mouth slid up and down the length even going all the way down a couple of times. That sent chills through me. I felt my cock hit the back of his throat.
Without missing a beat or stopping what he was doing, he pulled my shoes off. Then, he slid my pants down my legs and off.
He kept going up and down on my throbbing dick. I could feel the buildup as the end came. I said, "I'm coming." I wanted to make sure he had warning in case he wanted to pull off.
I could feel the waves of orgasm washing over me. It seemed like I was shooting gallons of fluid. At first, I didn't even realize he was still going. When I realized that he had stayed in place the whole time, I felt love and guilt mixed together for what he had done. When I was finished, he pulled off and moved up to look me in the eye.
"How was that?"
The only thing I could do to answer was hold his head gently and pull him to me so I could kiss him. I could taste my come in his mouth.
We stayed like that for a moment, then I rolled him over and slowly started peeling his clothes off. As I did, our eyes never left the other. He just laid there quietly and let me work. When he was completely naked, I just looked at him for a moment, his beautiful slim body. He looked so delicate, so fragile. He looked for all the world like a beautiful angel.
I was frozen for a moment as I looked at him. Our eyes met again, and he had a questioning look. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"God yes." I said, "You are just so beautiful." Without another word, I leaned down and kissed him. I slowly kissed down his neck and chest. The taste and scent of his skin was intoxicating. He was perspiring slightly and the salty taste drove me crazy. I kissed his left nipple gently, then I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against his nipple. He shuddered and moaned a little. As I did this, I could feel his heart beating. I put my head to his chest and felt its steady rhythm. I softly licked down his torso, kissing occasionally. When I reached the small tuft of hair just below his navel, I kissed him there. The sensations I was feeling were incredible. I had never been so overwhelmed by the experience of sex before. It seemed like we were in perfect sync with one another. It hit me suddenly that this wasn't just sex. For the first time, I was actually making love with another person.
As I gently kissed his stomach, he started shuddering again. "Oh my God," he said, "What are you doing?"
"Like it?" I asked.
"Jesus yes."
I continued down and my tongue ran along his pelvic bone. I licked down to the inside of his thigh. He opened his legs slightly to give me better access. I moved over and started licking the other thigh and moved back up that pelvic bone until I reached his navel where my tongue darted in and out in a little circle around his navel.
I lifted my head and looked at the cock before me. It was in its little blond nest, jutting up and down slightly in anticipation of where I was going next. I gently flicked my tongue on the tip of it for a moment. Then, I opened my lips and wrapped them around the whole shaft. I lowered my head, taking the whole length into my mouth. My head moved up and down along it, I rubbed his chest simultaneously, pinching his nipples slightly. I pulled off and started licking and sucking on his balls. I moved back to sucking his cock a few seconds later.
"Don't go so fast." he said, "I'm about to come."
Smiling to myself, I stopped sucking and, lifting his legs in the air, I moved in and started licking his ass. My nose was filled with his musky scent and I could hear from his noises that he definitely like what I was doing. As I tongued his small hole, I jerked him off at the same time. I managed to find the small bump of skin just between the testicles and the anus. I began concentrating my licking and sucking there.
I moved back to his cock, going up and down on it. Then, I paused for a moment and went all the way down, taking the whole thing in. I could feel the head slide down my throat. He sat up then, his hands moved to the sides of my head, gently holding me.
"Oh shit, I'm coming."
I knew he was giving me a warning, but I just couldn't stop. I wanted him to feel the way I did. I pulled up slightly, just enough to give some room inside of my mouth. Then, I felt his warm fluid, hit the back of my mouth. It seemed to fill me up. At first, I didn't think he was going to stop. He just continued to shoot more and more. Finally, he was spent. When I was sure that he was done, I pulled off and moved up to look him in the eyes. He leaned up and kissed me. We kissed passionately for a moment. Then, we separated and just looked into each other's eyes.
"For a couple of young guys who've never done this before, I think we handled it pretty well." I said.
He laughed and said, "I think you're right. Actually sucking is as good as getting sucked."
To this day, I'm still shocked by what I said next. "There's more you know."
He looked at me, surprise evident in his eyes. "Do you want to?"
"Yes."
"If you're sure?"
"Do you want to?"
"I want us to do everything we can together. This is the most special night of my life. Right now, I don't want it to end. I can't say how I'm going to feel later, but I want all of you right now."
I smiled and said, "You go first."
He got up and went into the bathroom. I laid back on the bed and waited. I could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom. As he came back I saw he was holding a bottle of baby oil.
"This is the only thing I have." he said, a little apologetically.
"Good enough."
He laid back down and opened the bottle. He rubbed some of the oil on his cock. Then, he poured some in his hand and gently reached down and rubbed it on my ass. He pushed his lubed index finger in slightly. I felt it enter. There was a brief jab of pain, but as he went further in, the pain subsided to a dull throb. Then that quickly changed into waves of pleasure washing over me.
"Is that okay?" he asked.
"I've heard it's rough at the beginning, but it gets easier."
I lifted my legs together, and he got into position, rubbing his dick on my ass. "Are you ready?" he asked.
I closed my eyes and nodded my head.
He pushed and suddenly, he was in me. The pain hit quickly, much more intense this time. I gasped and sucked my breath in.
"Are you alright?" he asked, very concerned this time.
I nodded in answer, biting my lip at the same time.
He moved slowly, pushing his cock in and pulling it out. At first, it was a red-hot poker inside of me. Then, the two of us were melded into a perfect whole. Slowly, he started increasing his thrusting speed. He moved from side to side slightly as well. During the course of this, I got a new erection. As he moved, I felt myself getting closer to my own climax. I saw him stiffen for a second, then I felt as his hot fluid fired into me. Shot after shot filled me. I grasped at his back as I came as well. I shot my load all over my chest. When we were both done, he collapsed onto me. I could feel his heart beating on my chest. I softly rubbed his back as he lay on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It felt as though it might burst through.
A few seconds later, he rolled onto his back on the bed. He turned over on his side and looked at me. "Can you go again?" he asked.
"Jesus!" I said, "You're insatiable."
"Hey, if you can't hack it...I understand."
"Fuck you!"
"That's exactly what I'm looking for." he said, his eyes deadly serious, "I want you inside of me." He rolled over onto his stomach and looked right at me. His eyes just melted me. I felt like even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have refused him anything.
I started kissing the back of his neck, then kissed down his spine. His body trembled slightly from the tickling sensation. I reached the edge of his butt and started licking the soft skin. I opened him slightly and started rimming the soft virgin hole. I knew from his moaning that he was really starting to get into it. As I listened to him, I started to harden again. Slowly, I stuck my index finger into his butt. He moved his hips up to allow better access. I slowly moved the finger around, loosening him up slightly. Then, I stuck a second finger in. I slowly moved that around. His eyes were closed and his hips were moving around in sync with my motions.
"Are you okay?" I asked, really just hypothetically.
"I want you to fuck me." he said in a hoarse voice.
I reached over and got the baby oil that he had put on the bedside table. I massaged some on my dick. Then, I put some on the two fingers I had been using on him and oiled him up inside and out.
"It feels better with the oil." he said, a slight grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, I should have done that before."
I sighed silently and positioned myself behind him. I closed my eyes and pushed my dickhead into him. He gasped involuntarily from the intrusion, but then he adjusted to the feeling and relaxed. Once I could feel him relax I slowly started pushing the rest of the way in. Once I was all the way in, we both heaved a sigh of relief.
I began slowly thrusting in and out. I didn't want to hurt him, but suddenly, he grabbed by butt and started slamming me into him. I adjusted to the motion and started doing it without him pushing. I could feel the buildup inside of me. Then, My sight dimmed and my body jerked as the orgasm his me. The waves ran up and down my body. I gasped and nearly lost my balance and fell on him. In the middle of my orgasm, I could feel him having one of his own.
When we were both done, I pulled out of him and rolled over. I started rubbing his back gently. I just felt the need to touch him, even slightly. Soon, we both fell asleep. We woke up in the morning wrapped up in each others' arms.
We spent the rest of the Summer together in what I guess could be called the first serious relationship for either of us. He had been almost ready to come out of the closet when he met me, and I helped make it a little easier. As for me, after we ended, I tried with a couple of other men, but none of them made me feel the way he did. Then, years later, I met the man I knew I would spend the rest of my life with. I still remember Josh fondly, though. Our paths have crossed a couple of times, and I know that whenever we meet, both of us think about that Summer we spent and smile.