First time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Finn's a boy that just started university when he's looking for someone to have fun with, maybe even fall in love with and meets a cute man. The evening goes as planned, he gets closer to him... but it doesn't turn out as he wished.

"Are you not sad, Finn?" - "No, why should I be?" - "Well, you're leaving now after all.“, my mother says, astonished, with tears in her eyes, looking tired. "No.“, I assure her more than clearly, ripping my packed things out of her hands. She stands next to me, dazed. "Oh." – "Please! If you're standing in the middle of my room, I can’t pack my things. Can you just go now?“, I ask annoyed.

For a long time I was looking forward to this day, finally getting out of home and into university life. Mainly I am looking forward to new acquaintances with hot, young men, because at home there is a constant control of who I love and who I can fuck.

A guy who sits in the same lecture as me every Tuesday is particularly attractive. He constantly looks back to where I sit, and his raven-black curls fall over his face as he does so. I forget to breathe. But he is probably looking for someone else. Impossible that he stares at me all the time, right?

Surprised, I ask him if he really means me when the guy I just mentioned talks to me. "Yes, of course you!" he looks at me with a questioning look. The good guy is certainly five years older than me, if I had to guess, what does he want from me? “I immediately noticed you, you're a very cute one. I hope it doesn't bother you when I ask you for your number now." The man smiles and God, it looks so good. "What, no! Never! Here, you can have it..." I give my number to him without even hesitating for a second before I make my way home again.

Oh my god. The history of antiquity only sounds exciting in the lecture. Fuck my laziness to start preparations only in the last days. I can’t fail at my very first test. Suddenly my phone rings. "Hello sweety, do you have some time today?" I look over to my notes. "What? No, I’ve got to learn. You have the same exam, we're in the same course, aren’t we?“, I ask confused. He laughs: "I’ve finished preparing a long time ago. Do you want now or not? I'm so lonely here. Maybe we can go through your notes together." The motivation to learn leaves me immediately, as slow as it came. "Yes!" – "Just one more thing: Bring some alcohol with you, my fridge’s totally empty. You'd be a sweetheart." - “Anything? Of course. Where exactly do you live? I'm coming! Bye, Baby!" My cheeks get warm at the thought of a date with him. This kind of thing usually happens in corny teen romance movies. Immediately I leave as soon as I’ve bought beer and take the train in his direction. "I'm here!“, I proclaim, and with a charming smile he greets me: “Good evening." His eyes glow as they look at me. In his tight top and with his pretty black curls, he looks captivating. Calm down, this is just a meeting!, I calm myself down. He just smiles at my sight. I breathe in and try to seem cool: "I brought something with me." The bag with the contents swings back and forth in front of his nose. He looks excited: "That's very good. Won’t you open one and make yourself comfortable in my home?“, he offers, shuts the door, looking after me. His apartment looks nice. An angel figure, probably Eros, thrones on his table. Between the armchairs and the sofa chair, I find my way to the couch and casually ask: "What are we going to do?" – "Oh, we’re just going to have a nice time.“ I get hot in response to his answer. "Maybe we can talk about history a little bit.“, he provocatively slides closer. "This semester is your first one, isn't it? Why are you interested in the subject?“, he asks me, gets down next to me and takes the bottle out of my hand, drinks from it himself. "Because of my mother, this shitty little slut. She forced me to study. She never asks me for anything." He raises his eyebrows, a little perplexed. "She pays for it.“, I admit, leaning back after those words. The man rests his feet on his table and replies: "So she pretty much spoils you, hm? I worked for six years and saved my money to afford an apartment and this place to study here," he says, surprised, waving the bottle in his hand. I'm impressed. "I'm also about to look for a job," I now decide. "How old are you again?" - "Nineteen.“, I say. "Ah, so young. Well then, baby." He puts his hand unnoticed around my shoulders and then there is a brief silence before he says, "Do you know you’re exactly my type? So pretty.“, he suddenly calls me.  "Your what? No, man.“, I say in amazement. "Sure. Your hair, for example.“, he gently swipes through a part of it with his fingers and I breathe in. "How did you get these curls?" - “I just used haircurlers, dude. It's not that hard.“, I reply. He draws me closer without further words. My heart beats faster. "I don't know many boys who would dare to go out like that, you know?" I sigh. "I've been told that many times. My family thinks it’s ugly." His intense eye contact doesn’t allow me to look away for even a second. I shortly doubt my decision to wear pink eyeshadow today. "Nonsense, looks very sexy." he insists. I laugh nervously. "No one has said that to me until today. You're the first.” Then I suddenly feel his warm hand wandering up my thigh, which makes me even more tense and it’s dangerously close to where my pants already feel tight. With his hands on me, he says: "I think I fell in love with you a little bit, you know?" I open my mouth, but there are no words coming out from it. This all happens so quickly. The hand swipes up to my chin and tilts my head towards him: "May I...?" There is eagerness in his voice. I point my lips: "Kiss me," I say more than ready. The fact that he immediately presses onto me, his lips on mine and that he bites them, gives me goosebumps until he breaks it off and says: "Your lips are so soft.“, and moves with his finger gentle lines around them. I don't say anything, just open my mouth and let his thumb in.Suddenly hit by a big wave of ambition, I gently chew on it and get up, with the idea of getting him to sink back onto his own couch with all my weight on his shoulders. Now I'm sitting top of him while I’m fumbling at his T-shirt, under which his muscles peek through. "Wow-ow, what’s this, Finn?" he asks, surprised, as I try to get it off of him. "Don't know," I make excitedly as my lips meet with his and I deepen the kiss to let it become wilder. Hesitantly, he kisses back before replying, "Do you even know what you're doing?" My hands reach for everything they can grab, especially his long, dark hair, and they get lost in it. "Mhm. Yes.“, I say.  "Have you ever had sex before?“, he asks in suspicion. "Yes, of course.“, I answer with a deep voice, looking him into the eye and grasping after another curl. “I mean with another man.“, he wants to know. Silently, I shake my head. Surprised, he leads my hand away from his face and between his legs instead. That is exactly what I want. I put my fingers on him through his trousers. He hisses and grabs my hand to hold on to it and mutters: "You're not even that bad." He kisses me again but lifts me off him now. He'd rather have me lying under him and keeps going. "No problem, darling. Everybody starts somewhere." He winks. Does he think I’m that innocent and oblivious? "Wait a little, sweetheart...“, he comments my whining and pulls my top out of my pants with strength. Surrendering, give in to his actions and let him do it, he has a lot more idea of what he’s doing than I do. He pushes up my shirt as I whisper quietly: "I love you." He pulls it over my head and laughs. "Don't worry about that until we're done here.“, he says, throwing my shirt aside. A cold shiver runs over my back as his fingers glide over my stomach. He also pushes the white bandeautop up, throws it away and places a kiss on my chest. My upperbody’s naked. “You’re so sweet when you're lying here like this, pretty.“, he tells me. Under the impact of what he’s doing to me with his lips I completely forget what’s happening around me and only half understand that he opened my pants and took the rest off me while he kisses my neck and I’m now actually just wearing my underwear. The lips on my neck begin to suck and his hands get rid of my last piece of clothing, which already feels incredibly tight. "Oh.“, he says softly when he sees me. Whether in surprise or because of something different, I don't know. My clothes are in some corner and I have no idea what's going on. A condom package is ripped open - has that been there before? - and after that he briefly retrieves a tube of lube. I just feel his warm hand on my penis and how he rubs over it while I get stiffer. "So cute.“, he whispers, as he bends down and puts a kiss on it. Without effort, a moistened finger slides into me. "Ah- yes!”, I have to yell. One finger turns into two, which repeatedly thrust out and into me and make me go crazy. "You're so sweet," he tells me, and I wish I could enjoy it for much longer when he suddenly pulls his fingers out of me and I sigh. "Mmmm...“, I make reluctantly.I didn't even notice that he has got rid of his pants and already waits eagerly in front of my entrance. It’s only when he enters that I wake up from my trance. He moans. In surprise, I inhale. "A-Ah...!“ I swallow. It burns a little, but that's why Pablo waits for me for a moment and then slowly starts. With his lips on my neck again, I relax a little. It's easier and we find a rhythm together. I purr. It feels much better than masturbating alone in my room. A penis is far superior to my own fingers. And much better than this one time with my old girlfriend. "So hot for me...“, he mumbles into my hair and suddenly lifts me up to lean against the couch. His big hands rest on my shoulders, his brown eyes look into mine. I'm so lucky that this hot guy has approached me and likes me. What an honor it would be to me if he became my first boyfriend. I love him, I’m totally sure, and I'm clutching my arms around him in this thought. He smiles and his strong arms pin me against the sofa. "Ahh.“, I moan and bend towards him. "Tell me how you feel.“, he commands. "Ah, so fucking good!", I moan. “Really?“, he grabs my hard dick and prepares himself. "Eh-!" That's too much for me. "Oh god, oh god...“, because his hand rubs my glans at this particular place and touches some spot deep inside me that I could never reach myself. I can’t hold my eyes open and can't hold back when I come and forget everything else. I shout: "Ahh!“ Everything around me is a blurred mess. "Very nice.“, I hear his voice say and feel his fingertips softly caressing me. "Mhhh...“, I answer exhausted and feel his lips on mine before he pulls his penis out of me." Hah, no!!”, I protest with a trembling voice against him leaving me. Something feels like it’s missing inside me.I exhale in frustration and he asks: "Have you ever given someone a blowjob?“, with a grin on his dark face as he gets up and looks down at me from above. "No.“, I reply and turn red. His hand rests on his stiff cock, he has taken off the condom and strokes over his penis. That’s the only thing I can look at right now. “Then do it for me.“, he asks invitingly, gripping my hair with a hand that comes up to the back of my head. "Yes, surely.“, I nod in agreement, and his big dick jumps into my eye. I look intimidated at it. "Now do it.“, he grumbles, and I take him in my hand. I massage slowly and put it in my mouth while I look carefully upwards. Then I let him glide out of my throat and ask: “Like this?" He just murmurs and reaches for more of my hair to direct my mouth to where he wants it and pushes into me. "You know, that's why I like it when boys have longer hair. What am I supposed to reach for if you don't have any hair?" He’s right, I hum in agreement. His thrusts are getting faster. He loudly proclaims how nice I look and with a warm feeling in my stomach I accept his compliment. His noises make me hard again when the guy starts growling, but the only thing I can focus on are the butterflies in my belly. When he grabs me, he moans and has his orgasm. Something warm fills my mouth and runs down my throat, without warning. Frightened, I cough: “Dude! What the..." Without any comment, he glares at me. “Why didn’t you say anything?" I spit and wipe away the rests. "Sorry. But that was really hot.“, he says. I smile and inhale. It's true. I pant as I calm down again. He gets dressed again and picks my stuff up. "Give me some water.“, I demand, and he laughs, before announcing: "You know what, my sweety? It just occurred to me that I still have to do something." I look up: "What, man?" He nods in certainty: "Unfortunately, I still have to learn today." I look at him: "No problem, me too." Doing it together would be my suggestion, but he just says: "I can concentrate better when I'm alone, pretty boy." Disappointed, I frown at his decision. "Oh. Then we'll meet next time?“, I hope. "Yes, for sure," he assures me. "Tell me how the test went." These are my last words before he sends me out. "Good luck!" I shout at him before he closes the door in front of me. I never got a glass of water, I notice.

"How did your test go?
Heeeyy??
Seriously! ???? Just text me back.
Dude, please!"

Only after a few weeks of silence does my mind realize that he won’t talk to me again. My classmate that I became friends with only says: "He’s obviously only after young men with little experience, after virgins." A virgin. “That’s not me!" I protest. Hearing it like that sounds humiliating. Disgusted, I notice that he apparently only used me to fuck. He knew I had a crush on him and I that I still am in love with him. That makes me angry. "Oh, fuck you. I don't feel like talking to you anymore!" After that, my colleague no longer writes to me. Maybe because I blocked him. Inevitably, the question whether sex is the only thing others want from me when they look at me comes up. I can't even think about sitting in the same course as Pablo. And if that's all the university has to offer, then I don’t want it. My mother won’t be happy to hear this. It's time to look for a job for myself.


Submitted: May 04, 2021

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