Episode Two: Something new

My teenage years were full of fun and heartache. First girlfriend. Parties. The usual stuff. Vanilla, but all new and exciting at that age. I was not aware of any kinky leanings, but then almost anything seemed kinky and forbidden. I had the same adolescence as everyone else. So let us move on to the twenties.

I had been good friends with Chris since early in secondary school. He had a good brain and we used to enjoy arguing about politics and the meaning of life. Later on we were members of a small group who started the school's debating society. As puberty kicked in the development of the obvious charms of the girls in our co-ed school turned our hormones into overdrive. Who would be the first to score? Who would be the first to try to score? Chris was one of our gang - he seemed just like the rest of us.

He lived in a village out of town; the bus service was poor and his family didn't have a car. This made his absence from school dances understandable at first. But I began to wonder...

We all left school and most of us left home. Chris went off to college in Leeds. We met for a drink at Christmas and exchanged the occasional note. A couple of us hitch-hiked over to Leeds to stay with him and another pal who had also ended up in Leeds. I slept on his floor in a hall of residence. It was then that he told me he was gay. He knew I was straight, but he also told me he had always fancied me. A small seed had been planted.

A couple of years after that we met up again in London. He contacted me because he had a job interview so I said he could crash at my place. I was between girlfriends at the time. I was sharing my first London flat with a college friend and we had two single beds in one bedroom. This worked out OK because my flat mate was really living with his girlfriend and only dropped by two or three times a week to pick up clothes.

This set the scene for my encounter with Chris. We spent the evening in our local pub - just a couple of drinks and catching up with events. We strolled back to the flat, had a coffee and prepared for bed. I had been thinking about Chris's gayness and was curious. And he knew I was. He had a fit, lean body, a firm jawline, cheeky grin and piercing eyes. Cliche looks that would have served him well with women, if he had been attracted to them. I kept thinking about what men do in bed together - anal sex. The thought sent chills through me. I was not ready for that.

He had told me he still fancied me. He also told me that guys didn't necessarily have to fuck. He was reeling me in and he knew it.

I turned the main light off, Chris stripped and got into bed. I undressed more slowly. My stomach was somewhere else. I was experiencing a weird combination of terror and intense arousal. My cock was twitching and sprang up as I removed my pants. My body was telling me something that my brain did not feel quite ready for. I slipped straight under the covers and moved my hand up to Chris's face.

His stubbly chin felt strange. We kissed and the strangeness began to subside. He was a good kisser. We moved closer and our hard cocks nudged together - a kind of friendly hello. It felt good and I began to relax. I was now eager to discover how another man's body would respond to me. I caressed his chest - it was an unfamiliar experience, moving my hand across firm ribs with no fleshy tits to fondle and nibble.

We broke off from our kiss and I moved my mouth down his body. I wanted to taste him. I licked a line along his downy stomach from navel to groin and nuzzled his cock. I slipped the glans into my mouth and swirled my tongue around. He moaned. He tasted salty and felt good in my mouth. My hand cupped his balls, tickled his perineum and I began to wank him into my mouth. Another cock like mine. It was familiar and forbidden at the same time. He moaned again as my ministrations had their desired effect. He throbbed and came in my mouth. I tasted, savoured and swallowed. I had crossed another barrier.

We rearranged ourselves and kissed again. He began to wank me with an instinctive expertise. I lay back and enjoyed. I came and we embraced again, the sticky semen glueing our stomachs together. Our cocks had subsided but it still seemed good to feel them nudge together.

It was to be a long time before I tasted a cock again...