Mi Primera Vez (Relato Gay)

The story I'm about to narrate never told anyone, and it's about the first time I had sex. I was a virgin throughout adolescence, and this happened when I was just one step away from 20. It may seem morbid to some, but for me, it's the most erotic situation I lived in my life and I'll never forget it. That summer, my economic situation was quite bad, so there wouldn't be any vacations that year. I lived with my parents and older brother. At that point, I was sure I was gay, and although my brother didn't talk about his sexuality, he would bring girls and boys home and lock himself in his room for several hours when my parents weren't around. One of those boys was Sebastián. I didn't talk much to him (or anyone really) but for some reason, I got incredibly turned on. He was the protagonist of almost all my wanks. Finally, one day in February, my dad told us about a colleague who had offered to rent a country house. It was near Buenos Aires and took less than an hour by car, so it was better than nothing. He also said the place was big, so if we helped with expenses, we could bring some friends. Most of my friends had already gone on vacation, but my brother, who initially wasn't enthusiastic about the idea, ended up agreeing to come and bringing a friend. Guess who? Yeah, Sebastián. I didn't know he was coming; I thought he'd be bringing another friend, but when we stopped at his house and he appeared, my heart skipped a beat and my face turned red. I wanted him to sit next to me, but in the end, it was my idiot brother who took up the middle seat, which at that moment elevated him several rungs on my hatred ladder. When we arrived at the place, we settled in. The house was quite big with three rooms, so I stayed in one and the others in the other two. I would have given my blood to sleep with Seba, but it was impossible. Anyway, I didn't know if I should be... I'm happy to be with him alone for a few days or run away from there without looking back. From that day on, I was accompanied by a mix of joy and terror that I still remember well. After eating, we all went to sleep for a bit. In the afternoon, we went to the pool. Seba used those horrible surfer-type masks that were popular in the late 90s/early 2000s. It was huge and didn't mark anything, so I was quite disappointed. We started playing with a ball and then he, my brother, and I played Marco Polo. Let me get caught several times by Sebastian, I loved it when he touched me. When it was my turn to catch the others, obviously I looked for him first, and when I caught him, as a reflex, I would touch all of him. It gave me a lot of palpitations and made me too nervous, but it was something I couldn't control. And so the first days passed. I tried to spy on him while he showered and changed, I spied on him while he slept, I touched everything I could in the pool, although the fear of someone finding out paralyzed me. Once I bathed after he did and he had forgotten his boxer shorts in the shower. I licked him, touched him all over his body, sniffed... I was living with cock boner those days, it seemed like I was going to explode at any moment. But on the fourth day everything changed. At that time my paternal grandfather lived, and since he was very old and my dad didn't like leaving him alone for too long, so he and my mom decided to go see how he was doing. At the last minute, my brother asked them to go because he wanted to bring some things from home that he had forgotten and also visit his grandfather, as my father's father had always been his favorite grandfather. When I realized I was alone with Sebastian I froze. If I doubted the existence of God, that afternoon I was more believing than ever. I hadn't talked much with him. I didn't talk much with anyone in reality, I was quite shy and quiet. My heart seemed like it was going to come out of my chest, and my dick was going to break my pants. I had to take advantage of the moment of some form. As it was hot, obviously there was no need to talk for us to be the two of us in the pool a little later. But something was different that time. First, instead of wearing a horrible surfboard dress, she put on a football-style short for swimming. She excused herself saying her hair was still wet, but who knows. That short looked much better on her. We played a while at pelota and again at Marco Polo. When I grabbed it, my hands, almost possessed, went straight to his butt. I had tried doing that before, but she knew how to get away after the first slap. This time she let me touch it, even though the game didn't require it. When I noticed what I was doing, I realized and jumped back a bit, hyperventilating a little. Are you okay? she asked. Yes, I'm just tired. I think I'm thirsty. She told me to go get something to drink. She dried off and went into the house to look for something to drink, while I dragged two beach chairs to the shade. I put them as close together as possible, almost without any space between them. A little later she appeared with two bottles of water and passed one to me. Without sitting down, she uncapped it and drank most of it in one gulp. Seeing him standing there with a wet short and drinking water was strangely erotic. He finished drinking and didn't say anything, just sat down. He made a comment about how nice and quiet it was, and closed his eyes as if he were trying to sleep. I didn't try to continue the conversation. I just kept looking at him. Really, he seemed like a very handsome guy, and I loved watching him. Minutes passed, and he still had his eyes closed, and the perverted part of my mind took over. What could I do? Lower his short. The answer was automatic. The elastic wasn't too tight, but there was boxers underneath. I looked at him, his eyes were still closed as if he were sleeping. But he wasn't snoring, just barely audible breathing. And what if I just opened them? But it didn't matter anymore. I put my fingers discreetly on the elastic of the short and boxers. I lowered them.

Softly and his cock soon poked out. I was about to faint. I was looking at the man's cock who heated me up the most in the universe. I noticed it was a bit erect. What now? Should I grab it? Should I suck it? For some reason, I thought it was a good option to sniff it. It smelled like pool water, of course. Epic fail. And just at that moment, he opened his eyes. What are you doing, idiot? I was between throwing myself at him or running away. I started stammering. Sorry, I just wanted to see it. He looked at me with a total look of confusion. And I thought he had put on the short for me, how naive. Or maybe he was a good actor. Who knows. It's because... I'm a virgin... all my friends tease me saying I'm the Virgin. But I don't like girls. I like you since the first day I saw you, that's it. Forgive me, seriously. He got up and went inside the house. On one side, I was dying of embarrassment, on the other, I felt like fate had been sealed and not everything had been said. I entered his room. He had changed from the short to a dry one. That's enough, Mati he said. I ignored him and got into bed next to him. He blew with force. Come on, please. A little bit. No, look if your parents come. They'll kill me. Your brother will too, they'll murder me. I refused to leave it like that. My timidity and fear had disappeared. I did what I never thought I'd do, I put my hand inside the short and started touching his cock. Mati.... Come on, no one will find out. Stay here. You have it a bit erect too. He looked at me and then moved his head to the other side, as if thinking. I kept touching his dick while wondering if I was doing it right. Please.... He looked at me again and didn't say anything. I got closer to his face and he turned his head again. Then he looked at me again, without saying a word. Without saying a word, he ate my mouth. If you're hurting, bothering or not liking something, let me know. Yes I replied with a joy more typical of a kid who has just been given a new toy. Without him saying anything, I sat up. and I pulled down his shorts. My mind couldn't process the moment. There he was, the man I had desired most, lying and naked for me. He turned me over onto my stomach and took out his cock. He ran his hand all over my back, legs, and ass. He made me lift my hips, spread my buttocks, and started sucking it. For some reason, that gave me many tickles. I tried to hold in the laughter, but one burst of laughter escaped. Does it tickle? he asked. Yes, I replied between giggles. I couldn't see his expression because I was facing the pillow, but surely he rolled his eyes. Wait he said and stopped. He opened his backpack, took out a condom and some gel packets. He put me on my side and himself too. He opened me up and put his cock inside mine. First, he moved it a bit and then started pushing it in. I screamed from pain. Does it hurt? A little, but keep going, I said. He pushed a bit harder and went in a bit more. It hurt a lot, but I tried to hold back. He pushed again, and I complained again, so he took it out. Did it hurt? He seemed concerned. A little I replied. It hurt like death, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Do you want to suck it? No one asked me why, but I hesitated. Come here, he said when he saw me hesitate, and took off his shirt. He lay on his back and got on top of me. I started rubbing my cock against his, and thought that was the most pleasant thing we had done until then. I loved doing that, but it was little, so I tried to be more determined. I want to suck it I said with confidence. Are you sure? He nodded and got off. At that moment, it seemed like a huge cock to me, but surely it wasn't that big. He grabbed it and peeled it. I passed my tongue over the head, and put it in my mouth smoothly. I kept passing my tongue over the cock, went down to the base, and sucked his balls too. Then I put it all in my mouth and kept sucking it for a while until my jaw started hurting. Put it back in. Are you sure? He asked again. Yes... We rolled onto our sides again, he put more lubricant on and got inside me again. I tried to relax. It hurt, but it was also enjoyable. It was a very rare sensation. When I realized it, he had already pushed half of his cock inside me. I asked him to keep going. He kept going slow for a bit longer, and the sensation of his cock moving inside my ass was wonderful. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. The room and house were completely silent except for our moans and agitated breathing. He pulled out, and got on top of him with his face up. Automatically I went down and sucked it for a bit longer, got up and got next to him again. He grabbed my hand and took me to his cock, and he grabbed mine with three fingers. He was doing it too well. I let go of his and he let go of mine, and he started jerking off on his own. Suddenly he started moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum?” I asked. He nodded his head. “Finish in my mouth”. This time he didn't say are you sure?. I put the cock in my mouth just as he was about to cum. Immediately my mouth filled with hot semen, which I decided to swallow with a disgusted face. “Did you swallow it?” I nodded and got next to him again, and started touching myself. Without being asked, he decided to help me, and his three magical fingers took over. I felt like I was going to pass out until suddenly, like a pressure cooker exploding, I let out a long moan that could be heard in every corner of the house. All the cum that had been building up all this time came out at once, making a mess. Seba finished with a beautiful layer of cum also. “Ufff, you were holding it back eh. I earned a pass to go first, I think”. I laughed and told him yes. When he stopped, I noticed that his briefs and pants didn't do justice to the outstanding ass he had. I got up and walked behind him. Before the shower, he opened the fridge and took out another bottle of water. Now seeing him naked, after the sex we had just had and drinking water, was very hot for me. I remember having masturbated several times remembering that scene. It passed the bottle and I gave it a good sip. He went into the bathroom and I went back to the room. He returned in 10 minutes, bathed. He took off his towel in front of me and changed. There he was, naked again. I never got tired of seeing him. I felt like I would never have enough of that man. 'Come on, bathe and change, let's see if your old folks come and catch you like this.' I stopped and went to the bathroom. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I had a happiness that didn't fit in my body. I got out of the shower and wanted to give him some space, so since he was left in the room, I stayed in the living room. He soon appeared. 'Never again. Seriously, this didn't happen. And it's not going to happen again.' I nodded again, and told him not to worry, that I had no intention of telling anyone. He was still a bit shy, but I couldn't help saying something more: 'Yo Seba. Wear tighter pants, you have a very good ass.' He looked at me and smiled half-heartedly. He gave me the finger and went back to the room again. A while later my parents arrived and I tried to hide my tremendous joy as best I could. Let's keep it a secret: Seba was wrong, because after that we hooked up many times more, even twice in the bathroom on the last three days of vacation while everyone was sleeping. But that's another story.