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As Rob got to his knees and began working on the button of my cutoffs, I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the couch. It was like an electric shock which ran straight to my cock.
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Rob's hands drifted across my chest before pulling my t-shirt free of my cutoffs, and then up to my neck so he could lean in and lick and suck and nibble my nipples. I felt his tongue touch my lips, so I opened my mouth to receive my first man-to-man kiss. He put his hands on my biceps and leaned in to kiss me. Without saying another word, Rob peeled off his t-shirt. I gulped, pushed my nervousness aside, and said, "Okay." I gathered my nerve for the next question. "Wow." I was all but speechless, but I felt a stirring below my beltline. "Yes," he interrupted me with a slight grin. "The other night, you said Becky and I couldn't handle you. "Sure," he said with a slightly confused look on his face. "Rob, I don't want to make you mad, or anything, but can I ask you something?" It took me a little while to get my courage up, but I finally had to say something. After taking a few minutes to clean up after our sweaty bike ride, we ended up in the basement game room. When we got to his place, both of his parents were at work, so again we had the run of the house. He shrugged, swung his bike back through the gap in the trees and headed back down the tracks toward home. "I was hoping to sunbathe nude up here today."įor the second time in a week, Rob caught me by surprise. "Those people," he pointed to what we took to be a father and his kids flying kites at the far end of the field. Rob turned off the rail bed and through the gap into a grassy field. As we rode, we came to a gap in the trees which lined the right-of-way. Back then the "rails to trails" program was just getting underway, so that section of track was pretty empty, except for the two of us. But Rob had he meant the same that Becky and I together would not be able to satisfy him sexually?Ī few days later, Rob and I were taking a bike trip along an abandoned railway spur. Joking or not, she was implying that she was so enthusiastic a lover that Rob and I together would have a difficult time keeping up with her had thing progressed as they were going. "I'm not sure the two of you could handle me."
It wasn't until later that what Rob said struck me. As I walked her home, she held my hand but playfully refused to talk about what had just happened. "I'm not sure the two of you could handle me," was Rob's reply.Īfter another few strokes of our engorged members, Becky laughed again, and got up suddenly saying "That's all for tonight, guys." She slowly buttoned her jeans and blouse, and then leaned in to kiss first me, then Rob. I had an erection fit to tear through my jeans as I slipped my hand into her shirt to caress her chest, while Rob unfastened the top button of her jeans.Īt that point, Becky let out a half chuckle and said, "I'm not sure the two of you can handle me," while she reached out to play with our denim covered erections. She turned back to me and gave me a hard, deep kiss while unbuttoning the top two of my shirt.Īnd so it went until her blouse was unbuttoned to the waist, and we could see her white lace bra and the swell of her breasts. She laughed and said it wasn't fair, since he was wearing a t-shirt. Of course, the hormones started to flow, and soon Rob reached over and unbuttoned the top fastener on her blouse. I'd kiss her, she'd turn to Rob and kiss him, then back to me and so it went. I'm not sure which of us started it, but soon we were sort of passing a kiss back and forth. After a few games of three player 8-ball, we sat down on the big sofa in the game room, with Becky between Rob and me. One evening, during summer break, Rob's parents weren't home, so he, Becky and I had the place to ourselves. So it was no surprise we most often ended up loafing around in their basement game room, shooting pool, listening to music and wasting time as teenagers are wont to do. Rob's parents were pretty well off and had a big house in the nicer part of the small town in which we lived. The three of us spent a lot of time together. I knew that Rob was just as interested in her as I, but it didn't really matter we were all just good friends. Nor can I say I was really "dating" Becky, regardless of the fact that we went out together on a regular basis. I can't really say Rob was my "best friend", though I hung out with him more than with any of the other guys in the group.
We were all the same age, 19 at the time. But I was closest friends with two Becky and Rob. There was a group of friends who hung out together - a fairly even mix of guys and girls. My first experience with gay sex was back during the summer after my freshman year of college.