I had sex with an another guy for the first time when I was a senior in high school. It happened on a Saturday morning in fall of 1991. We had all been drinking at a friend's house, where we crashed for the night. One of my friends, Tom, was worried that he had left the lights on at his house, and if his mother came home early she would ground him for leaving all of the lights on at their house. I had the least to drink on Friday night, and I was totally sober by Saturday morning, but my friend Tom was still pretty buzzed and was sleeping with one of the girls who had crashed with us. So early Saturday morning, he came out into the living room where I was sleeping with several other people, and gave me the keys to his car and house. He and asked me to do two things: check the messages on the answering machine and turn out all of the lights.
When I got to the house, I first listened to the only message on their answering machine. The first one was from his mom, telling him that she wouldn't be home until late Sunday and reminding him to turn off the lights if he went out while she was gone. I started to turn off the lights throughout the house when there was a knock on the door. It was Scott, one of the guys who had also been at the party.
"Was on my way back home and wondered if you needed any help," he said, walking into the house.
"I think I have it handled, but sure," I said.
Scott was in some of my classes. At 5-9, he was about the same height and build as me but instead of playing soccer like I did he played tennis and swam. He also was very cute with a short haircut of his light brown hair. Like me, he had green eyes. My hair was dark brown.
I really hadn't started to acknowledge my sexual feelings for boys, but there was something about Scott I really liked. He was nice and friendly, fun to talk to at school or at parties. We weren't best friends, but we were friendly with one another and hung out a lot with others.
Scott handed me the morning paper that I had missed on the driveway, which I tossed on the dining room table as we turned out the lights on our walk through the house. When we got to the kitchen, Scott suggested that we get something to drink. I told him to bring me whatever because I wanted to check the sports scores in the paper.
I was sitting at the dining room table reading the scores when Scott placed a glass of juice next to me, then leaned over my right shoulder and asked, "Who won?"
"Which game?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't know really follow sports that much. I just like playing them. Who do you like?"
When I turned to look at him I realized how close he was to me. I also realized how pretty his eyes were. They were darker green than mine. I said and did nothing as my throat went dry, my heart started to race, butterflies flew in my stomach, and my dick began to get hard. I was so scared.
Scott pulled back, then appeared over my left shoulder, except this time he wrapped his arms around my chest and said, "Hey. You better drink your juice."
I was still stunned. "Yeah I better," looking into his eyes.
Scott leaned in and gave me a very soft kiss. No tongue. Just our lips bushed and then pressed together. I was speechless when he pulled away and ran his right thumb over my lips.
"You OK?" he asked, looking deeply into my eyes.
I was silent for a moment and then managed a weak, "Uh-huh."
"Good," Scott smiled. "That was really nice," he said, tracing his thumb on my cheek, until it reached my ear. Then he ran his right fingers through the back of my dark brown hair. "You feel nice Rick. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."
"You have? I didn't know you were into guys?"
"I'm into kissing. And I really like your lips."
Then Scott pulled my head towards him, this time kissing me open mouth. I allowed his tongue to explore my mouth. His tongue felt soft and warm, so I started to rub his tongue a bit with mine. I was getting very aroused. Scott finally ended the kiss and leaned our foreheads together. Running his fingers through the back of my hair, he asked, "Want to go kiss on the couch?"
I paused and then quietly said, "Sure."
It was awkward when we sat on the couch. Scott took my right hand in his hands and said: "I've never made out with a guy. I've kissed a guy a couple of times, but I've never made out with one...like I think we're about to."
"Well I've never even kissed a guy or even thought about doing it," I quickly added.
"Really?" Scott asked. "You've never even wondered what it would be like?"
"I guess not."
"Well I don't want to force you to do something you're uncomfortable doing..."
"No, Scott, it's cool, I..."
And before I could finish Scott was all over me with a passionate kiss, his hands exploring my face, shoulders, chest, even my crotch a little. Scott leaned back on the couch and I laid on top of him, grinding a little into him as we continued what seemed like a marathon kiss.
"Oh Rick," Scott said when he finally broke the kiss to nibble on my neck, "this is so nice. This feels so wonderful." Then he hugged me and squeezed me into him. My cock felt like it was going to explode through my jeans.
"Scott we better be careful. Tom might be coming home soon."
"I don't know if we have to worry. Last time I saw Tom he was in bed with Allison and they were going at it pretty hard."
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"Because I was sleeping on the floor in the room where they were fucking! I had to crawl out of there so they wouldn't see me and think I was some kind of perv," he said. The he took his face in my hands and kissed me passionately, eventually allowing his hands to wander down my back and squeeze my ass. I don't know if it was that he squeezed my ass the right way or just that I was super horny, but that sent an incredible sensation through my body. I started to dry hump Scott, thrusting into his crotch. Soon my hands were under his shirt, pushing it up over his head. Within moments of removing his shirt I was kissing and licking his smooth chest.
