First Lover

by David O. Sullivan

  Silence hovered for a while except for the crashing of the waves.

  “My gaydar actually told me you were straight. So much for intuition sometimes. How long have you felt like that?”

  “Since forever. When I was in third grade, I looked at the asses of other boys and got erections. I just like guys. I don’t think I’m really into women, but I don’t want to be gay. It’s not accepted in society. I want to be normal.”

  Jordan said, “So, you’ve never done it with a guy, but you’re attracted to guys, and you only do it with women when they start it. Do you play on the Internet? Go to chat rooms?”

  Ian voice raised, and he squeaked, “Yes. I jack off in chat rooms.”

  “So, do you actually want to do it with a guy, for real, in person someday?”

  He nodded slowly and took another sip. “I have no idea really what to do. I don’t want to fuck with a stranger, maybe get a disease or get killed by a predator. I’ve always been weak and got my ass kicked. I’m just so afraid to do anything.” He looked into Jordan’s eyes. “You’re the first person I’ve told this to. Please don’t tell anyone at the company. I’d be so embarrassed.”

  “Your secret is safe with me, I promise. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to be the first guy to play with you. I find you attractive, sexy. Please don’t feel an obligation to me because of the incidents with George. In fact, I assume your answer is no unless you say yes.”

  Ian swallowed, lifted his head again, and gazed at Jordan. He nodded.

  Jordan pulled him into a hug. “I need to be sure we agree on what that nod meant. I think you were saying it’s okay for us to play with each other sexually. Is that right?” Jordan’s voice seemed as smooth and warming as the whisky.

  “Yes.”

  “We’re on the tenth floor, and no one can see us here.” He eased Ian from his sport coat, placing it on a chair back. Then Jordan unbuttoned Ian’s dress shirt, removed it, and the white T-shirt. He rubbed his athletic hands over Ian’s smooth chest and back.

  Ian shook, not knowing if it was from the cool breeze or the sexy man before him. He removed Jordan’s jacket and placed it with care over the chair as Jordan had done. He removed the taller man’s shirt and felt his toned chest and abs with an average amount of hair. It was exciting being with a man at last, but it was extra thrilling to be doing it outside on the balcony. He felt like such a bad boy, and that made him happy.

  In nervousness, Ian asked, “Did you play football beyond college?”

  Jordan smiled and nodded. “Yes, for several years.”

  Ian’s eyes got big, and his mouth dropped open. “You’re J.D. Williams. You played for the New York Giants pro football team.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Man, you kicked ass. You were a great quarterback. I watched your games on TV. Even hurt, you were awesome. And I always thought you were so sexy, and now, here I am with you. Wow!”

  “Yes, and I took the suffering and pain that went with it. I’ve had concussions and broken bones. I didn’t like all the drug use in football and the stress, and when I went to the owner of the team to say I was gay and I wanted to come out, he got angry and warned me not to. He said my football career would be over. No team would hire me. So I pussied out. There was no fun, so when I had my last concussion, I decided to retire while I still had a brain. I get a tiny pension.”

  Jordan opened Ian’s belt and slacks and slipped them down and off. He folded them, adding them to the chair. “Oh, you wear briefs. I have a briefs fetish. What a sexy gold color. I love the black waistband.” His large palm gripped Ian’s solid dick covered by his briefs.

  Ian shuddered at Jordan’s touch of his cock and followed the same routine, his hands trembling as he undressed a man for the first time, reminding him of his first encounter with a girl. He froze, recalling it. “Jordan, I have a briefs fetish, too. Well, an underwear fetish. Sometimes I wear girl’s panties.”

  Jordan smiled and took over and shed his slacks, folding them. He pressed his taller frame into Ian and whispered, “I fantasized that I’d get to be with you, but didn’t expect it. Thank you for this honor.”

  Ian gushed and then blurted, “You’re gorgeous.” His mouth fumbled, “Uh, I-I don’t mean like a girl or anything, I just meant…” He shuddered.

  Jordan hushed him with a finger to his lips. “You have bumps on your skin. Are you cold?”

  Ian nodded.

  Jordan squatted and took Ian into his muscled arms and carried him inside. Ian held tight to Jordan’s neck and kissed his cheek. Jordan pulled the bedding back with one hand while Ian held to him. “Are you okay being with someone my age?”

  “You don’t look it.” Ian’s voice trembled. “I dated a forty-one-year-old woman when I was in college. She was sexy, with a petite frame. She could pass for a college girl.” He sighed with pleasure. “Thanks for being so kind.” Ian swelled inside at their budding relationship.

  Jordan placed Ian on the bed and lay next to him.

  Ian pulled Jordan’s briefs down, taking the boned dick in his hand. “I’ve never touched one before.” He cradled the ample cock in his hand while rubbing it with his other hand, as though examining an antique. Then he shoved the tip in his mouth.

  Jordan moaned, sliding a hand over Ian’s head and through his medium length hair.

  Ian pushed Jordan onto his back and, with fervor, licked and sucked the black, uncut dick. His hands rushed to Jordan’s nuts, ass cheeks, and abs, and back again. Jordan moaned. Ian took half of the cock, trying to keep his teeth free of it. He learned that from studying the Internet. He couldn’t get enough of the sexy man. A new energy, more than just excitement, gushed through him.

  Jordan confessed, “If you keep that up, you’ll make me come.”

  Ian increased his efforts, taking a bit more dick, not sure if he should speed up or slow down. His hands gripped Jordan’s hips. Ian closed his eyes, then opened them, hoping he was doing it well. He moved his mouth up and down in a fucking motion. The dick hit his throat, making him gag and cough. He recovered and went down for it again, enthralled that a dream, a lust, he carried in his heart for years became reality. An energy flowed through his gut, neither fear nor stress. He liked it.

  Jordan feathered Ian’s face with his knuckles.

  Ian kept servicing his first cock.

  “I’m close to coming. If you don’t want jizz in your mouth, pull off.”

  Ian’s guts churned with the chance to finally have a guy come in his mouth. His dick throbbed, needing its own release. He kept sucking Jordan’s cock.

  Jordan’s hips rose. He grunted. “Ohhh.”

  Ian tasted the sweet and sour fluid and wanted to swallow, but something made him afraid. More cum followed. In an act of bravery, he shook his head, closed his eyes, and swallowed. It felt funny and tasted weird going down. He coughed and reached for Jordan’s flask on the nightstand, took a swig, and then another. Ian threw himself next to Jordan and hugged him.

  “That had to be the perfect way for my first time.” Their eyes met. “Thank you.”

  Jordan pulled him tight with both arms. “You’re welcome. Thank you. It was marvelous, but I suspect your cock needs relief, right?”

  Ian nodded. Jordan slipped down in the bed and mouthed Ian’s purple and throbbing prick. He licked the length and massaged the root between the nuts and asshole. Ian moaned as he stretched his legs and arms out. Jordan inched down along the shaft until his nose hit Ian’s pubic bone, and Ian’s cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat. Ian moaned again. Jordan pulled off the dick completely, smiled his sexy grin, and swallowed Ian’s prick again. He flexed his throat muscles, and within seconds, Ian shot his load into the back of Jordan’s throat. Ian moaned a third time and shook.

  Jordan didn’t spit, so he must have swallowed. Sliding next to Ian, he cooed, “Guys wind down fast. It’s okay if you want to be alone, take a shower, or be away from me.”

  Ian shook his head. “I want to be with y
ou. I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life.” He opened his mouth to say more, but his brain confused itself. He couldn’t gather his thoughts.

  Jordan must have understood or read Ian’s mind because he tucked Ian’s head into the pocket of his shoulder, rocking them. Ian felt so relaxed, loved, and accepted.

  Time passed. Jordan reached down and covered them.

  “How did you know I felt cold?”

  “I didn’t know, but it’s common.”

  Ian’s eyelids grew heavy. He had so many questions and things to say. He took a breath and thought maybe just a short sleep, a brief nap really—

  Later, Ian awoke, blinking himself to alertness. He scented Jordan’s cologne on the pillow, making him smile. As he sighed with the memory of his first time to suck, and be sucked by a guy, he sat up and spotted Jordan nestled in a chair, reading by a single light.

  Ian said, “Hi.”

  Jordan closed the book and stood, flashing that disarming smile. For a moment, Ian was shocked that Jordan was naked, and then he reminded himself they just sucked each other off.

  “Hi, Ian. How are you?”

  “I think I slept for a century.” He tried to emulate Jordan’s smile.

  “Are you okay? Do you remember?”

  Ian hugged a pillow and sat up. “I remember you saved me twice from that jerk. I recall you were so polite and respectful in seducing me. For the rest of my life, I’ll relive my first blowjob with you.”

  “Then you’re comfortable with it? Some guys have remorse after the first time.” Jordan sat on the bed, draping an arm around Ian’s shoulders.

  Ian leaned in and hugged Jordan, breathing in his masculine scent. “I almost want to say I love you, but that would be silly. Can I say I love being with you?”

  Jordan kissed his cheek. “Thank you. It’s an honor to be the first man for you. I had room service bring dessert. You slept two hours.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “No, no. Nothing to be sorry for. I wasn’t being critical or condemning but rather only noting a fact. Would you like to wander over and see what goodies we have?” He threw on a mischievous smirk.

  Ian started to get out of bed and stopped.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “I’m embarrassed. I have an erection.”

  “It’s okay, Ian. I’m gay, and you’re at least half gay.”

  The sound of his soft yet masculine voice made Ian’s name seem regal. He emerged from under the covers with his cock bobbing.

  “Ian, you are so fucking hot. I knew I wanted you since last month.”

  “How?” Ian stared in wonderment.

  “I stopped by your office to meet with your manager, and he pointed you out to me. He made me promise to take care of you on this trip because you’re naïve in the business world.” Jordan smiled.

  “Did he say I was gay?”

  “No, we never talked of such things, although he knows I am. How would he know you were gay? I hoped you were, and when I first met you this morning, my gaydar said you were straight, and my hopes were dashed. I’m so glad I was wrong.”

  Ian nodded. “You’re going to fuck me in a little while, huh?” He lifted the lid from the array of treats, complimenting himself on setting the stage for the next encounter.

  “I think so, with your consent.”

  Ian smiled and whispered, “Yes, please.”

  Jordan handed Ian’s briefs to him. “Would you feel more comfortable wearing something?”

  “It’s like you can read my mind!” He put the sexy red briefs on, hiding his boned dick. “I have a briefs fetish and own over three dozen. I only have one pair of panties. I’m afraid someone might find out.” He beamed while selecting a plate with chocolate cake from the tray. “Yum, I love chocolate.”

  Jordan patted his back. “I thought you said you didn’t love me?”

  Ian knitted his brows before getting the joke and laughing. He picked the cake up with his hand, bit some, and offered it to Jordan.

  Jordan took a bite while rubbing Ian’s chest. He chewed and swallowed. “Ian, do you have any idea how sexy and attractive you are?”

  Ian laughed but gushed inside. “I’m average.”

  “No! You are beyond that. I’ve checked guys out all of my life. You are sexy and attractive. Your personality is cordial and polite.” He took another bite of the cake, and Ian finished it. “Ian, I don’t want to rush or pressure you, but would you consider having me for your boyfriend? I’m out as gay, but you don’t have to be.”

  Ian sucked his lip between his teeth. His cock throbbed. “I don’t know what I want, but I’m so attracted to you. I like women, too, I think.” He looked around the room, up, and then down and thrust himself into Jordan’s arms. “Yes. I want to be your boyfriend.”

  “May I kiss you on the lips?”

  Ian closed his eyes and tipped his head up like some scene from a silly romance novel. Their lips met, soft, gentle, and as sensual as kissing a pretty girl. He wondered how his life would be, needing men and women in his life, if he really needed women. Then he wondered how much was he really into women, or was he trying to keep up an image. He hadn’t had a date in over a year, and that only happened because the woman asked Ian out.

  Jordan led him back to the bed. They rolled in an embrace, kissing and pawing each other. Ian’s briefs came off, and they each sported a stiff dick.

  “Jordan, I love being with you. Don’t be afraid to coach me. I want to please you.”

  Jordan kissed him, using his tongue to tease Ian, peering into his eyes, and displaying his sexy smile. “Have you ever put anything up your ass?” He rubbed Ian’s crack, sending shivers throughout Ian’s body.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure you want to be fucked?”

  Ian nodded. “Yes, oh, yes. I’ve had dreams. I’ve chatted on the Internet. I want it so badly.”

  “And I get to be the first one. I’m honored. It’s going to hurt a bit. My dick is a bit above average in size.”

  Ian threw himself on top of Jordan and smothered his neck and face with kisses. Jordan licked and sucked Ian’s chest and nipples. Ian returned the service. They fondled each other’s cocks.

  Ian blurted, “I can’t believe I’m getting to play with a dick, and the dick of J.D. Williams, the great quarterback.”

  Jordan rested Ian on his back with knees bent up. He retrieved a condom from his bag and slowly opened it, unfurled the hood over his cock, and lubed it so Ian could watch. Ian’s heart pounded.

  Jordan kissed Ian. “I want you to clear your mind and stay in the here-and-now. This will be your first time. You need to have a very distinct memory and to totally relax. Stray thoughts will interfere. You’re on your back, legs up, and a very sexy, athletic black man is going to stick his dick in your ass.” His smile relaxed Ian. “Don’t be afraid to yell or make noises.”

  Ian wanted to yell his excitement or maybe cry in relief at a dream coming true. How many years he wished for this, and it was coming true now. He took a breath to stay in the present as his heart pounded in joy. His mouth hung open as Jordan spread lube on his ass and inserted a finger and, after a bit, a second finger. Ian loved it, but he couldn’t wait for Jordan’s cock. That wonderful black above average cock. Even that seemed sensual. Jordan lifted Ian’s legs to his shoulders. They locked their eyes to each other. He rubbed his dick over Ian’s hole. Ian wanted it to enter while wishing the moment to last forever. Jordan pushed, bringing some pain. Ian’s dick throbbed. Jordan pushed more, and the head of his cock poked past Ian’s virgin muscle ring. The pain was good, exciting. Ian grinned wide.

  “Are you okay, Ian?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  The pain increased as Jordan’s prick slid deeper.

  “Ah, my ass feels so full.” It seemed natural. He spied up and down Jordan’s body. Boyfriend. I have a boyfriend, and it’s a sexy black man. Damn! He seduced me.

  Jordan took up a rhythm, neither sl
ow nor fast. Ian’s hole relaxed. Jordan’s dick slid in, sending an awesome new sensation through Ian. As Jordan pulled back, a different yet wonderful feeling usurped Ian. His legs rested on Jordan’s shoulders as Jordan pumped away. He wished this would go on forever or at least there would be a camera crew to record the event and later watch it repeatedly while nestled in Jordan’s arms.

  Jordan whispered, “Ian, are you doing all right?”

  He blinked and nodded. “This is a dream coming true. Yes! Thank you, Jordan, my very sexy black boyfriend.”

  “You’re so sexy with such a tight, hot ass.” Jordan moaned and increased the pumping.

  Ian couldn’t give a word to the new sensation. Awesome came the closest for description. He had a passing thought of the women he’d made love to, but he now knew, without doubt, he needed men in his life.

  “Stay in the here-and-now, Ian. There will be plenty of time to think, wonder, and ask questions.”

  “It’s like you can read my mind.”

  “Maybe we’re connected somehow.” Jordan’s deep yet calming voice chuckled. “I’m close.”

  Ian fisted his cock as Jordan hastened his ass fucking.

  “Oh, oh. Oh, yessss.” Jordan jerked his head back and forth. “Yes, oh, yes.”

  Ian loved that he made his new boyfriend come. Joy bled over Jordan’s face. He slowed while Ian jacked himself as fast as he could. A chill ran through his body and up his spine. The familiar pre-come thunder roared through his skull. His body tingled, and his first shot landed on his face, making him laugh. He pumped himself as more squirts shot forth, and he wiggled his ass. Jordan withdrew. Ian panted, and his legs fell from Jordan’s shoulders. Jordan lay between Ian’s legs, smiling. Their lips brushed.

  “Jordan, I have so many things I want to talk about.”

  They kissed.

  “There will be time later. Rest now.”

  They embraced in a slow rocking motion.

  Oh, yeah, I like working for this company. Ian wondered if he’d get private Jujitsu lessons from Jordan.

  * * * *

  Two weeks flew by quickly, and Ian loved dating Jordan. They went roller skating, to the beach, to movies, watched movies at Jordan’s place, had lunches and dinners together, and made love many times. One night, they had dinner at Ristorante Italiano, atop the bank building in downtown San Jose. It was fancy, the fanciest Ian had ever been to. The guys dressed in suit and ties. Their table was in a corner, allowing a view out to the south and west sides. They enjoyed the sun setting.