I don't know what was going on with me this morning. I kept thinking about that kiss with Vic yesterday. It was something so very different than other kisses. He was a good kisser, I’ll give him that. But that shimmer of doubt was in my head. I had never even been with a guy before. At least, not like that. It was a weird feeling. It's not that I was against guys that were into other guys, I was just never raised around it, so it was strange to think about. You weren't exactly welcomed if you were gay at my home. It had to be a secret.
I don’t even know if this is a good idea. But I think that if I didn't go through with it, I'd regret it. I'm always trying to find new things to do or try. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing I should try, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Or maybe it was just Vic that I couldn't get out of my head.
So there I was again, standing in my room holding the number that Vic handed me yesterday. If I'm gonna do this, I’m gonna do this with someone I've met, and so far, that’s Vic. Feeling nervous again, I dialed the number.
After the third ring someone picked up. “Hello?”
“Um... is this Vic?” I asked.
“Yes. Who’s calling?” This must be his personal number. The seductive tone in his voice wasn't there, and he sounded like a normal person.
“This is Kellin. You gave me your number yesterday.” I heard some shuffling on the other end of the line, and he spoke again.
“Well, hello there, cutie.” And just like that, his voice leaked with sex. How did he do that? He's probably used to it. It’s his job.
“Um... I was wondering if you wanted to come back over and, y'know, what we were supposed to do yesterday. I’ll pay you and everything still bu-”
“Okay,” he said and stopped my rambling. “How's two pm?” I nodded at first forgetting that he couldn’t see me.
“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.” He mumbled an 'okay,' and the line went dead. Apparently talking was short with this guy, but I guess that just how the job works. You do what you have to and get it done.
Two pm. I was standing in my living room waiting for Vic to get here. I finally heard a knock at the door. I swore that my heart stopped and fell into my stomach. I opened the door, and Vic smiled and walked in.
“So you changed your mind,” Vic stated rather than asked. I nodded. “Have you ever been with a guy before?” I mumbled a 'no' and let him continue talking. “Okay, so what changed your mind?” he asked, his voice soft rather than sexual. Probably to make me more comfortable, which I was actually really thankful for.
“I don’t know. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, and then I started thinking after that. I just kinda wanna try it I guess.” He nodded his head in understanding. He probably went through the same thing.
“Well, let's go get started. You're clean and everything right?” I hummed a 'yes' to him, and he took my hand, pulling me to my bedroom.
Vic smiled at me lightly and pulled me close to him, crashing his lips to mine. I tried to kiss back the best that I could, but I was so nervous that I probably didn't do very well. I guess Vic sensed that.
“Don't think. Just do what you feel is natural.” I nodded and kissed him again. My hands were on his neck, pulling his face to mine and his hands were on my hips, holding my body in place. His tongue slowly entered my mouth and played with mine. I let out a tiny moan as he pushed his lower half against me. Vic pushed me back so I fell onto the bed. We repositioned ourselves more comfortably.
He kissed my jaw and down my neck. “You're really submissive," he said against my skin. I let out a breathy ‘what.' “You're a bottom...” I gave him a confused look. “Bottom. As in I'm the one doing the fucking, and you're getting fucked.”
“I've never-” he cut me off before I could finish talking.
“It's okay. We can go as slow as you need too... that is, if you still wanna do this. Do you?” I thought for a second and then nodded my head yes.
Vic smiled again—damn, his smile was cute—and kissed my lips. He pulled off my shirt and threw it onto the floor. He lent back down kissing all over my chest. I stiffened at first.
“Relax,” Vic said, biting my chest. I moaned softly. He trailed his tongue along my stomach to the hem of my jeans. I propped myself up on my elbows, wondering what he was going to do. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper. He looked up at me, smirking, and tugged my pants down so they were at my thighs. He kissed me erection through my boxers, forcing a small whimper to come from my throat. He kissed and sucked on the red indents from my jeans, making me wince slightly. His fingers hooked under my boxers, pulling them down with the rest of my pants and leaving them to fall on the floor.
“Impressive,” he said and took hold of me. I moaned at the contact, and he slowly started stroking me. Fuck, that feels good. His tongue licked from base to tip before taking the head in his mouth and sucking on it. I moaned loudly and dropped back on the bed. Every flick of his tongue felt amazing. He took me farther into the warmth of his mouth, forcing moans to spill from my throat. I was so induced in pleasure I completely forgot that it was a guy that was sucking me off.
My hands found their way into his long, brown hair. I grabbed onto his hair and slowly push and pulled his head, making him go faster. I felt my dick hitting the back of his throat. Like a good prostitute, he took all of me and deep throated it.
"Ah, fuck," I groaned, arching my back. Sadly, and unexpectedly, he pulled off of me, causing me to whimper, and he get off the bed. I stayed laying back against the pillows, thinking about the magic his mouth just did on me and how I wanted that feeling back.
A few seconds later, I felt the bed dip back down. I opened my eyes, looking at a naked Vic in front of me. It all became real from there. He was holding a condom and lube in his hands, looking at me.
“Are you ready?” he asked carefully. I nodded my head 'yes,' not being able to get any words out from the nerves. Vic got between my legs and started kissing the inside of my thighs. He coated his fingers with the lube. “This is probably going to hurt at first," he warned, and I lay my head back.
I felt his finger at my entrance. I took a deep breath, and he pushed the first finger halfway in. I made an uncomfortable face, but it wasn't bad. To be honest , I thought it was going to hurt a lot worse. He slowly pushed his finger the rest of the way in. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, go head,” I sighed. He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in a couple times. It was a really weird feeling, but it wasn't bad. I felt his second finger being pushed in, and that's when I felt a little pain. I hissed a little but relaxed. He let me get used to the feeling and started to move again. Everything felt so weird. I felt his fingers lightly scissor inside me, stretching me. I looked at him. He looked like he was concentrating on finding something. I was about to ask, but then the most intense pleasure coursed through me.
“Ah, fuck.” I bucked my hips a little.
“Found it,” he said and smiled in triumph. I didn't know what he was doing, and I couldn't ask because I felt him do it again. I don't think I'd ever felt anything that pleasurable in a long time. I completely forgot about the pain and focused on the pleasure instead. In only a few seconds I turned into a moaning mess, gripping the sheets and involuntarily bucking my hips. Vic removed his fingers and wiped them on the sheets.
He sat up, putting the condom on and then spreading some lube over his dick before he repositioned himself in between my legs. “Okay, this is probably going to hurt worse than my fingers,” he said, waiting for me to reply.
“Okay, just go slowly.” He nodded and held himself at my entrance. He was definitely bigger than I thought, considering he was a smaller person. I closed my eyes and felt his tip enter me. “Oh, fuck,” I hissed. He leaned down, kidding my shoulders and collarbones, trying to distract me from the feeling. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but it definitely didn't feel good at all.
He slid in further. I felt like my lower half was being torn. He stopped when he was all the way in. He grabbed my dick and started stroking me again. I moaned, loving the contact to my aching hard-on again. I forgot about him in me until he started moving. It wasn't as bad as it had been at first. I was focusing more on the pleasure to my dick than anything. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed me every once in a while. He looked at me like he really wanted to go fast, and I think he noticed me looking at him.
“You're so tight.” Both of us were breathing heavily, moaning. Eventually most of the pain subsided, and I really wanted him to move. I tightened my legs around his hips pulling him in a little deeper. He got the hint and started moving faster, but still at a slow pace. He finally hit the one spot in me that he'd hit before, sending ecstasy through my body.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, throwing my head back. His hand moved faster around me, and I could feel the hot boiling in the pit of my stomach. A few more thrust, and I was coming and moaning in his hand and on my stomach. Shortly after I came, he did, too, with a loud groan. He slowed down, riding out both of our highs. He kissed me and rolled off, make him slip out from me.
We both laid there panting before he broke the silence. “How was that for your first time with a guy?” He smiled, knowing that I'd liked it.
“It's wasn't as bad as I thought.” He shook his head a sat up.
“You're probably going to be sore for a little bit. Your muscles aren't used to that kind of treatment.” He gathered his clothes and got dressed. I nodded. My arms and legs felt like jelly, but my bottom half felt stiff and sore. “Call me,” he said and started walking. “You know. For sex and stuff,” he explained as he walked to the door, about to open it.
“Thanks, by the way,” I yelled for him before he got too far. “I didn't expect to like it that much.” He smiled.
“You never know unless you try,” was the last thing he said before he left my room, then I heard the front door open and close.
I found my boxers and slid them on. I felt so sore down there. I was tired, too. But fuck, that felt so good in the end. I need to call him again. After I'm a lot less sore, though.
A/N: I hope you like it. I write a lot of smut but not "first time" smut i guess, so I hope this came out okay. Let me know if you liked it of not. Thank you for reading <3