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  “You’ve had a long day, Tony. Just relax.”

  I can’t relax when his mouth is inches away from my… Oh, God.

  Tom takes the tip of my rigidity in his mouth and he sucks on the helmet before tightening his lips around my girth and burying my staff in his mouth. His nails sink into my ass cheeks and my arousal heightens. I’m stiff and nearly ready to burst. He sucks me hard and grips my cheeks pulling me deeper into his mouth. His lips instinctively run up the length of my shaft and he draws his damp tongue along the underside of my cock. I moan again and hate myself for letting him think I am enjoying this too much.

  If Tom notices the noises I’m making he doesn’t let me know he cares. He keeps letting me fuck his throat and bury my cock between his perfect lips until he gags. I can’t take it anymore when he deep throats my cock for the third time and I breathe an urgent, “Oh God,” before my cum blasts out of my cock and coats the back of Tom’s throat.

  He holds me in his mouth until my cock goes soft, sucking gently like he’s milking my cock for cum. When he pulls his lips free from my flaccid member, he kisses the top of my groin and stuffs me back in my boxer briefs, like he’s closing a gift box. I lean my head against his truck. Fucker.

  He stands up and his grey eyes gleam.

  “You cum so much. I think I swallowed like.. a gallon.”

  My cheeks go red. There’s another man standing inches away from me, an older man, and he just took my cock in his mouth and drained me of cum and I keep standing here, leaning against his truck, spent and shuddering. I do not want to betray myself to him — or anyone. I guess it’s because he’s gay that he’s good at this. It makes sense, right? He’d know exactly what a guy likes.

  It doesn’t mean that I’m gay. Before I can blurt out my third reminder that I’m not like him, Tom pushes me against the truck and kisses me again. His lips are warm and his tongue tastes salty as he pushes it into my mouth.

  “You won’t get away from me so easy,” he murmurs, his lips back on my neck again, “I need you to return the favor.”

  “I’m not going to suck you off,” I say flatly, “I’m not like that, bro.”

  Tom giggles and I hate him for being so comfortable with what happened between us like my dad won’t tan my hide or worse if he ever finds out.

  “You sure seemed like ‘that’ when you were cumming down my throat.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Don’t be mad,” Tom urges, with a gentle, sweet voice that makes me want to listen to him.

  “Fine. But I’m not going to suck your cock.”

  “No problem, but I’ll need you to do something else for me.”

  My heart pounds.

  “What might that be?” I say hesitantly.

  He opens the backdoor to his truck and now I’m confused until Tom says, “Bend over, Tony.”

  My eyes stretch open and Tom laughs again. I want to punch him in the face or grab his cheeks and kiss him and I’m not sure which animal instinct I’ll act on.

  “Geez, calm down. If you don’t want to, we can work something out. I mean… you must have done it before.”

  He must see my cheeks flush because he laughs again and my hand clenches into a fist.

  “Stop fucking laughing at me…”

  An insult burns at the tip of my tongue but I restrain myself. Tom presses his hand to my shoulder and says, “Relax.”

  My body responds to him against my will.

  “What have you done. Be honest.”

  I have never been honest with anyone about this and to tell him anything I’ve done feels like ripping out my spleen and I hate it. I hate that my hands shake. I hate that Tom’s grey eyes bore into me and make me want to fuck and fight and kiss and love someone — someone who isn’t Sarah.

  “I-I don’t know what to tell you,” I say to him because the truth is too difficult.

  “Have you ever… sucked a guy off?”

  My cheeks burn hot.

  “Yes.”

  He raises a surprised eyebrow and then nods.

  “Okay. Have you ever been sucked off… besides right now.”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Now we’re getting somewhere."

  “What about fucking. Topped? Bottomed?”

  He’s using these words like they should mean something to me.

  “Neither,” I admit.

  “Hm,” he says, “Maybe you are too young for me. I’m not exactly into virgins.”

  He’s going to leave. I see disinterest sets in and suddenly, I don’t want him too. Tom sticks his hands in his pockets, searching for his key and I say, “Wait.”

  My voice breaks and I’m embarrassed again, but Tom flashes that suntanned grin and I forget to feel like shit for a second.

  “What’s going on, cowboy?”

  “If you want, you can… you know… fuck me.”

  “No way. You seem like you have a lot of hangups and I promised myself I wouldn’t deal with guys like you anymore.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Guys who won’t admit who they are.”

  I’m so angry with him then I want to throw a fist at his face. He’s the one who pushed me against a truck and pulled my pants down, sucking me off after hardly saying a word to me. He’s the one who… Oh, fuck it. I grab him by the shoulders and I throw Tom up against the truck. I might be eighteen but I’m nobody’s bitch. He looks scared for a second, like he thinks I’m going to beat the shit out of him and then I kiss him and fuck it feels good to give in to that burning need for me that courses an inferno of desire through my chest down to my groin. I pull away from his lips and run my hands through his hair.

  “Fuck me,” I say, “Just do it before I change my mind.”

  “Aren’t you scared?”

  “No,” I say, and I mean it.

  He kisses me back and then he pushes me so my chest falls into the seat of his truck and I let him press his weight into me as he undoes my pants and pulls them down again, then my boxers. My cock is still wet with his spit but my ass is bone dry and as my heart pounds I wonder if I’ve made a mistake telling Tom that he can have me like this. He reaches for my cock and grabs onto it.

  “Shirt off, cowboy.”

  As I’m taking my shirt off, I don’t notice Tom getting to his knees until his palms cup my ass cheeks and he spreads them apart, pushing his tongue between them and soaking my hole with his spit. Fuck. His tongue feels good. I moan, which encourages him and my shirt is only half off as Tom slides his tongue around my puckered hole and through every inch of my bottom between my cheeks.

  Tom stands up and his zipper slides down. My ass is slick but I don’t know if it will be enough. Tom is ready for this. He squirts a healthy helping of lube that smells like green apples onto his finger and pushes it into my asshole. My thighs clench and I grip the backseat of his truck. Tom presses the head of his prick against my ass and I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck. I’m letting him do this to me. Letting him do this to me makes me think I’m giving him something. I’m not active. I’m not gay. I’m just letting him fuck me and God if it turns me on, it ain’t my fault. Tom pushes his helmet past my sphincter and I moan.

  He grabs my hips and his rigid form behind me drives me mad. He pushes another inch inside me and why am I surprised at how gentle he is? Tom makes a low heaving noise as he pushes inside me again. Fuck. He’s filling my ass perfectly with his cock and it’s just the right size, big enough to please me by rubbing against the walls of my ass but not large enough to tear me open. I groan and he matches my groan with a noise of his own and he buries himself in my ass to the hilt.

  “Fuck…” Tom breathes.

  He’s stiff and buried inside me and I’m holding still, waiting for him to withdraw, a part of me hoping I can make myself forget how fucking good this feels once it’s over. I moan and my ass throbs around Tom’s cock, clenching tight around him and Tom begins to move. He withdraws his cock and then drives it into me again. I moan a
nd he pumps into me hard. Tom grabs onto my hips and he fucks my ass until I feel myself stiffen again and the way he rubs my inner walls makes my cock twitch and I feel a deep orgasm without actually producing cum.

  Tom groans as he feels me climax around his cock and he keeps pounding my ass. After a few minutes, his stamina surprises me. Tom begins to talk dirty and it fucks with my head by making me feel so damn good and dirty.

  “You like cock, Tony,” he grunts, “Don’t deny it…”

  “Mm,” I grunt.

  “Tell me you like cock…”

  He smacks my ass hard when I don’t reply.

  “Tell me you like cock…”

  “I like cock,” I groan as he pushes his hips into me way too deep and I arch my back.

  “Oh yeah. I love fucking your tight little ass.”

  “Yes… oh God… Fuck me, Tom…”

  I lose myself in him and he leans forward, moving his hips between my legs slowly now that he’s fucked me. My reluctance turns him on and he enjoys the way he’s turned me from the scowling withholding ranch hand into a moaning throbbing asshole bent over just to serve him. He enjoys making love to me and forcing me to admit that I have never felt more satisfaction in my life.

  “Your ass is so tight,” he groans, “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Do it,” I grunt, “Cum inside me…”

  I want to feel his cock twitch between my legs and feel an explosion of his cum erupting from his cock and coating the walls of my ass. He shudders and grunts as he releases and the burst between my legs quakes more powerfully than I expected. Tom collapses on top of me, the weight of him and the smell of him invading my nostrils as he remains buried in my ass and pushes me into the back of the truck. He runs his tongue along my neck.

  “Congratulations, Tony. You’re no longer a virgin.”

  My cheeks turn red and I’m happy the sun is going down and Tom won’t be able to see what’s written all over my face. He runs his hands over the muscles on my back.

  “We should go,” he whispers.

  He moves his cock out of me and I gasp as warm cum spills out of my ass and starts spilling down my thighs. Tom smacks my ass again and laughs.

  “Better get you home and get you cleaned up,” he says.

  I’m quiet and he notices. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say anyway. It was a one-time thing, right? It was an experiment. That blood rushing through my head, the way my heart pumps when his grey eyes lock onto mine. It’s all an illusion of horny teenage boy hormones. It doesn’t mean I’m gay. I pull my underwear and pants up, my hole sore from Tom’s intrusion. He’s waiting for me once I’m dressed and he kisses me again.

  “You were good,” he says and I hate how heat rises to my chest with his validation. I don’t say anything in return until we’re sitting in his truck again and he starts the engine. The red truck purrs and the vibrations nearly make my dick hard again.

  “I’m not gay, okay? I know what happened back there but… I don’t want to lead you on.”

  Tom chuckles.

  “Whatever man.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “I know you’re serious, but you’re also in like, major denial. You’re gay. I’m gay. I think the way you moaned back there proved it.”

  My fists clench and I can feel my eyes watering. It’s complicated, what he’s saying, how I feel, but I don’t want him to say it out loud, to tell me who I am and what I’m going through.

  “You can’t tell anyone.”

  “Who would I tell?” He says, “I’ve lived in Idaho long enough to keep my business to myself.”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you want to go home?”

  “No,” I answer him honestly.

  “Okay, then, what do you want to do, Mister Not-Gay?”

  I hate that he’s making fun of me but then he flashes me that smile and I don’t want to say good night to him just yet.

  “Live close?”

  “Uh-huh. I live alone.”

  “I’ll tell my dad we’re playing video games.”

  “I’ll take you back to mine, then.”

  “Tom?”

  “Hm?”

  “I know I’m a fucked up dude, okay? But… I’m just not ready for labels yet.”

  “I get it. But one day Tony, you’re going to find a guy who makes you want to sing it from the rooftops.”

  He has a faraway look in his eye which tells me he found that someone once and the idea of that happening to me, scares me shitless.

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