When John was about fourteen, the power had gone out in their neighborhood due to an ice storm, so his family (and a lot of their neighbors) ended up staying a couple nights at the Holiday Inn. John was all excited because they had a swimming pool, so he went with his dad down to the pool.
John's dad didn't bother to keep an eye on him, just read the paper, and John started swimming with a kid his own age that he'd never met before. At the far end of the pool they started joking about sex, and the kid turned the subject to gay sex.
Now, the kid played it off like he knew all about it and bragged that he'd done all of it. In truth, the kid lifted his stories from magazines, porn, and things he'd heard. So John was pretty impressed (and turned on) even though he found it all a little hard to believe.
Walking together into the showers, the kid asked him, do you want to? and John said, No way, that's sick -- but John kept following him anyway.
Actions spoke louder than words apparently, because they soon ended up in a (very public!) bathroom stall with their pants down, stroking each other. The kid wanted to do John, bad, but John wasn't sure about it -- he'd never had sex of any kind and even his fantasies about guys weren't very specific. His family was pretty straightlaced.
John agreed though, and the kid had him bend over the toilet.
The kid didn't know a damned thing (and John was wary and nervous). They only had hair conditioner for lube, he didn't loosen John up at all, and just slammed in -- all at once. (That's what the kid had fantasized and seen in porn videos.) It really hurt, John yelped, lost his hard on immediately, and told the kid to get the fuck off.
The kid obeyed, totally confused and upset. It became clear to John that he didn't really know what he was doing after all. So they tried to get John's hard-on back (because John was still interested) but with no success because John's ass hurt and it was distracting.
At a noise outside the bathroom, they both panicked, threw their clothes on fast, and had a fun escape from the bathroom, trying to hide what they'd been doing in there (mostly from John's dad who didn't even notice that John had left).
They met up at the snack stand, bought sodas, and whispered about it for the next hour, dissecting their escape, planning ways that they could have hidden it better -- and it became a big exciting adventure for them both.
They became friends in junior high -- and never had sex again. John didn't know why, exactly. But he got the impression that his friend's ego had been bruised and he didn't want to be with someone who had seen through him, who would give him that sardonic look when he was trying to put on a show.
As an adult, John experimented and learned that he mostly liked to be on top -- and looking back, even in that situation he had seized control. But when he does roll over, he likes a guy to slam it all in. To him, that's hot. It recalls the sneaking around, rebellion, and fun of that first time.
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The backstory on the sex:
When John was about fourteen, the power had gone out in their neighborhood due to an ice storm, so his family (and a lot of their neighbors) ended up staying a couple nights at the Holiday Inn. John was all excited because they had a swimming pool, so he went with his dad down to the pool.
John's dad didn't bother to keep an eye on him, just read the paper, and John started swimming with a kid his own age that he'd never met before. At the far end of the pool they started joking about sex, and the kid turned the subject to gay sex.
Now, the kid played it off like he knew all about it and bragged that he'd done all of it. In truth, the kid lifted his stories from magazines, porn, and things he'd heard. So John was pretty impressed (and turned on) even though he found it all a little hard to believe.
Walking together into the showers, the kid asked him, do you want to? and John said, No way, that's sick -- but John kept following him anyway.
Actions spoke louder than words apparently, because they soon ended up in a (very public!) bathroom stall with their pants down, stroking each other. The kid wanted to do John, bad, but John wasn't sure about it -- he'd never had sex of any kind and even his fantasies about guys weren't very specific. His family was pretty straightlaced.
John agreed though, and the kid had him bend over the toilet.
The kid didn't know a damned thing (and John was wary and nervous). They only had hair conditioner for lube, he didn't loosen John up at all, and just slammed in -- all at once. (That's what the kid had fantasized and seen in porn videos.) It really hurt, John yelped, lost his hard on immediately, and told the kid to get the fuck off.
The kid obeyed, totally confused and upset. It became clear to John that he didn't really know what he was doing after all. So they tried to get John's hard-on back (because John was still interested) but with no success because John's ass hurt and it was distracting.
At a noise outside the bathroom, they both panicked, threw their clothes on fast, and had a fun escape from the bathroom, trying to hide what they'd been doing in there (mostly from John's dad who didn't even notice that John had left).
They met up at the snack stand, bought sodas, and whispered about it for the next hour, dissecting their escape, planning ways that they could have hidden it better -- and it became a big exciting adventure for them both.
They became friends in junior high -- and never had sex again. John didn't know why, exactly. But he got the impression that his friend's ego had been bruised and he didn't want to be with someone who had seen through him, who would give him that sardonic look when he was trying to put on a show.
As an adult, John experimented and learned that he mostly liked to be on top -- and looking back, even in that situation he had seized control. But when he does roll over, he likes a guy to slam it all in. To him, that's hot. It recalls the sneaking around, rebellion, and fun of that first time.
Icarus