Erotica: a snippet of M2M first-time sexy play

Disclaimer: this story depicts sexual acts between two males who are above the age of consent. If you are not of the age of consent, do not read, or if reading such material is not legal where you live, do not read. Otherwise, kinky readers, enjoy!

This is an example of bro’ porn, which is between two ostensibly straight men. I got to thinking about this when I was listening to a podcast recently about just this genre.

Life was good.  School was out, high school, for the last time.  We had all graduated and summer was now underway with friends and classmates going their separate ways.  I was over at Jeff’s house, mostly because his parents were away and he had a great pool.  We were hanging out and had been swimming and lying in the sun, and I noticed that he was struggling with the drawstring of his sky blue speedos.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I can’t get this friggin’ string undone,” he said yanking on it for emphasis.  

“You’re just gonna make it tighter if you do that to it,” I said.

“You do it if you’re so smart,” he shot back.

“No way,” I said, “I’m sure you can do it if you’re just patient with it.”  Everyone knew that if Jeff was not one thing, it was patient.

I went back to my sunning.  Jeff struggled on, cursing and muttering under his breath.

“Aaargh,” he shouted exasperated.  He was now standing next to me.

“Dude, you’re blocking my sun.”

“I can’t get this goddamn string loose, and the more I try, the tighter it gets.”

“Why don’t you just cut it?”

“No way, they’re new.  I don’t want to ruin them.  C’mon, you’re good with knots.”  It was true; I was good with knots.  My whole family sailed, so we were all good with knots.

All right, I said sitting up on the deck chair and looking at the knot.  “Jesus,” I said, “what have you done?!”

“I told you I was making it worse.”

I started to try and pick at it.  I also noticed that it was impossible to do this without brushing my hands against his penis, which was making a large mound in the front of his tight bathing suit.  The light blue fabric was stretched more there, which made the outline of his dick a lighter colour on top, and darker on the bottom.  I noticed these details in an instant.  Not that I was looking or anything.  I couldn’t help but notice, as his package was right in front of my face.

As tried to pick at the knot, I though I felt his dick stirring in his swimsuit, but I couldn’t be too sure, and anyway I didn’t want to look outright.

“Maybe you should use your teeth,” he offered seeing how much trouble I was having unpicking the knot.

“You use your teeth,” I shot back.

“Very funny,” he said, “I’m not a contortionist.”

I was beginning to think that it was the only way to get the knot started.  Something about the teeth.  I knelt down off of the lounger and tried to tip the knot as best as I could and then grab it with my teeth.  The string was so tight though that my lips and cheeks touched his belly, just in that soft area above the bathing suit line, below his navel…and I was pulling to try and get purchase.

I was sure he was getting harder, I could feel his dick growing and pulsing through the fabric, just under my hands.  This was a little strange.  I was wondering why.  Was he gay or something?  Was he attracted to me?  Was this a setup?

“Better hope no-one comes,” he said, “because nobody will believe that you’re just undoing a knot in my drawstring.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“No, seriously,” he said, “from this angle, you look just like my girlfriend did when she went down on me, right here, just after graduation.”

“Very funny,” I said.

“It’s true.  From up here, all I can see is your head, and from this angle, it looks like you’re giving me head.”

“Well, I’m not,” I said finally getting the knot undone.  I couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to have an erection through his bathing suit.

“Thanks to you,” he said thrusting his dick at me for emphasis.

“I didn’t do that,” I said, “you did, with getting me mixed up with your girlfriend,” I said not getting up.

“Dude, you can’t tell me you don’t wonder.  I mean, shit, girls suck guy’s dicks all the time and love it, some of them go crazy for it.  Plenty of guys too.  If so many people like it, maybe you would too.”

“Fuck you,” I said, though only half-heartedly.

“C’mon.  You can’t tell me that you’ve never touched another guy’s dick before.  Every guy does that.  Circle jerks, whatever, looking at dirty magazines.  You never did that growing up, on sleepovers and shit?”

“No,” I said.

“Dude, you have missed an essential rite of passage.  Most of the guys on the swim team used to jerk each other.”

“No way.”

“Yes way, Tony, Todd, Larry…every one of those guys have pulled my meat.”

“That’s totally queer,” I said.

“Dude, those guys are totally straight.  Pulling another guys pud is part of growing up.  Shit, you’ve missed out.”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I’m not gay or anything.”

“Of course you’re not, I know that,” he said.  He stepped one leg between my legs where I was still crouching, and rested his shin against my own penis, which was noticeably hard.  I hadn’t even noticed that I was getting aroused, “but we both know you’re curious.”

“It’s not what you think,” I said, “it’s just the sun and the pool, it always makes me hard.

“Dude, nobody will ever know.  School’s out.  Most of the other guys have gone.  We’re all heading away to different schools.  You may never have another chance to find out what its like.  This is a risk-free chance dude.  Nodody will ever know.”

“Why do you think girls like it so much?” I asked.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said.  I was watching as he pushed his bathing suit down, but I know I should have been looking away.  Then his hardon sprung out.  It was big, bigger than I expected, and it was pointing straight at me.

“C’mon Patrick, you know you want to touch it, don’t you.  Give it a kiss.