At First Sight

My name’s Jason. I see no way to introduce myself and my appearance other than with the simple fact that I am boring. I’m about 5 10’ and I’ve got shaggy blond hair. My eyes are bluish-green, but very light. I’m 20 years old and currently in college. I’m kind of nerdy, but I’ve got a nice body. Despite my slight lack of height, I have long legs and a smooth 6 pack.

It was a reasonably regular Saturday. I’d tagged along with my best friend Mike to a party one of his friends was having. I’d never found guys attractive before that night, but when he started talking to me I melted. I felt so turned on by him.
“Hi. You must be Jason?” he greeted, smiling. We stood in a corner, where I’d been hiding for hours. I talked to a few people but mostly I just drank and waited for my friend Michael to be ready to leave.
“That’s me.” I answered shyly. A million thoughts flooded my head as I admired the sexy boy. He was tall and thin. His body was slightly curvy, even feminine and he was soft looking and tan.
“It’s nice to meet you. Mike told me you were here. My name’s Dirk.”
“Cool. When did you see him?” I asked, just wanting to get out and away from this feeling.

“Hours ago. I’ve been looking for you since. I like to know everyone at my parties.” He said smiling a flawless white smile and drawing my attention back to him.
“This is your party?”
“Yeah. So you have to be nice to me, okay?”
“Yeah.” I answered not realizing he was kidding. He giggled and started talking to me about everything. While he talked to me I marveled at his smooth, round face. He had amazing grey eyes with flecks of lime throughout them. In the center around his pupil he had a bright ember orange color radiating off like fire. As he talked to me his thin black eyebrows moved up and down with expression and his snow white teeth flashed with every other word. There were a million thoughts rushing through my head that shocked me. And aroused me.
“Hey! You’re not listening, are you?” he finally said snapping me back to reality.

“Umm,” I looked down ashamed and tried to think of some excuse to leave. Nothing. I felt too hot. I needed to get out as soon as I could.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, moving my face up to look at him. Suddenly I didn’t feel okay. The room started to spin and the bright multi-colored lights swirled around me as my legs began to crumple under me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I supported myself against the arm of the couch as I felt him grab me, pulling me close to him. The last thing I felt before total darkness was his soft smooth body against mine and his never-ending warmth.
I was laying on top of a light blue comforter in a king sized bed. For a moment I couldn’t remember anything, but when I closed my eyes to think, the first image that sped through my mind was Dirk’s delightful face.
Right on cue, he quietly opened the door and peeked in smiling.

“Hi, Jason.”
“Hi, Dirk.” I greeted back as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Everybody’s pretty much gone. You’ve been asleep for almost three hours. What happened?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. He ran his fingers behind my ear and brushed my hair back.
“I-I-I don’t know. I just guess I drank too much or something.” I mumbled.
“Oh. I’m sorry. How do you feel?”

“F-fine. My head’s just a little messy.” I answered comfortingly. He grinned and reached into the end table next to the bed, removing a bottle of Ibuprofen. He took the cap off and popped me out two pills.
“Let me get you some water.” He smiled politely, as he got up.
“No! D-don’t do that. I can swallow them without.” I popped them into my mouth and smiled at him proudly.

“Michael waited. He didn’t know if you wanted to stay the night or not. I, personally, think you should.” He giggled with a wink. If he was gay, which I gathered he was from absolutely everything about him, and we were going to have sex, which I hoped very much that we would, he was going to be a really kinky lover.

“Okay. I mean if you’re really alright with it.” He grinned widely and clapped his hands and bounced up and down. He ran out of the room, practically flying, to tell Michael to go. When he got back, I’d moved over so that if he wanted he could lay with me.
“I’m gay, you know. Michael told me that you liked girls. Why’d you want to stay? I’m actually a guy, believe it or not, no matter how ultra-feminine I am.”
“I know you’re a guy. You’re just so—umm” I couldn’t think of a good enough word to describe him. I was pretty smart so that made me even more mesmerized by him.
“Are you curious?” he asked.

“N-n I-I I don’t umm real-really know, I’m, umm, I’ve never—I’m sorry. I don’t know. I stutter. When I’m. C-cornered like this.” I said painfully. He leaned over the bed and kissed me. His lips were soft and hot like silk against mine. I kissed back gently; his lips were barely open but our tongues dancing lightly. I imagined I tasted disgusting like alcohol and cookies but his mouth was like peppermint heaven sliding over mine. Hot and wet.

“I’m sorry to have cornered you, Jason.” He said climbing onto the bed and on top of me. My hands slid softly along his smooth abdomen. I gently felt him as he began to slowly grind his body against mine. Everywhere. I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing me through the skinny jeans he was wearing, his hard nipples through his t-shirt as they rubbed against my chest.

“Do you want this?” he whispered in my ear.
“Uhhn, yeah.” I answered breathlessly as he gripped the crotch of my jeans.
“Yeah?”
“Yes!” I answered again. I was more excited than I’d ever felt. He leaned up and kneeled on my lower body. I watched enthralled as he slowly removed his T-shirt and exposed his smooth flawless body.

His hands drifted down to my back and gripped my shirt, pulling it up over my head. He lay back on top of me and kissed me more. He was very light, probably only 100 pounds, and his body was very skinny.
“Do you wanna have sex?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes. Please.”
“You sure?” he asked. I nodded, unable to speak and he tugged my jeans down with my underwear. My dick was unbelievably hard. It sprang out and he laughed. My entire body seemed to flush red with embarrassment. He slipped his jeans down to his ankles and kicked them onto the floor. Now in just his boxer briefs he got near the bottom of the bed and told me to spread my legs. I did as he said despite how self conscious I felt.

He moved his head toward my dick and began stroking it. The strokes were slow and gentle and he was carefully admiring the clear sticky liquid leaking from the head each time he pulled the foreskin back and let go, letting it slide back forward. Finally he moved his mouth onto the head as he held my foreskin back. He used the tip of his tongue to massage the piss slit and I was already moaning. Finally he got to work on it. He shoved the whole 9 inches down his throat in one flawless motion and began to slide it in and out. I was practically screaming. I squirmed spasmodically and grabbed his soft jet hair in my fist.

“Oh, yeah, get rough Jason!” he moaned as I forced him onto my dick again. I felt ready to cum. Apparently he knew, because he stopped immediately.
“Why’d you stop?” I growled in disappointment. He giggled and climbed next to me.

“We’re going to do something really fun, okay?” he laughed pulling his undies off and throwing them. My heart beat quickened. He was going to let me fuck him. I’d heard before that guys were tighter than girls and I was incredibly excited. He leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. I expected him to tell me to put it on but instead he tore the package with his teeth and rolled it into his dick.

“Bend over,” he commanded. I attempted to muffle my shock to that but he could immediately tell I was surprised.
“Oh, fuck, Jason! Did you think I was going to let you fuck me?” he asked insulted.
I nodded slowly. He sighed and collapsed onto the bed frustrated. He turned away from me and I felt really guilty.
“Dirk, I’m sorry. I really like you. I wasn’t trying to hurt you’re feelings. I guess I just assumed-”
“Is it because I’m little? Because I’m cute? Maybe I need to fucking gain some weight so guys will actually take me seriously!” he shouted. I scooted next to him and nuzzled his neck.
“I’ll let you fuck me I just assumed that you meant-”
“Fuck! You’ll let me? What makes you think I need you to let me?” he shouted pushing me away.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, feeling ready to cry. Finally his sweetness returned.

“No, Jason. You don’t need to be sorry,” he said kissing my cheek. This made me feel worse because I knew that I should have been sorry. A few tears slid down my face and I moved to the other side of the bed and turned away. Dirk was so upset, I had to stop crying. He climbed behind me and slipped his tan, toned arms around me. It felt nice to have his naked body snuggled up against mine. He tugged the blue comforter from underneath us and covered us both up. His dick was lined up perfectly with my ass crack and I was suddenly craving it inside of me. I reached behind and spread my butt cheeks, using my other hand to guide the head in. I heard Dirk giggle right in my ear and he rolled me onto my stomach. Then it slid in. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt. His hard 8 inch dick pierced me and I screamed.

“Shh.” He shushed in my ear. I tried to calm down but he slid in and out so quickly. He breathed heavily, pressing in and out of my tight ass. After almost a minute of being roughly fucked by Dirk my immense pain faded and I felt so good, I begged for more.
“Can you go faster?” I whispered pleadingly. He sped up, tightly gripping my blonde hair in his fist. Every thrust forced me closer to cumming. Just before I was there he stopped again. I heard a faint snap as he removed his cock, took his condom off and threw it in the wastebasket next to his bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.
“Fucking you,” he growled. He plunged it back in with immense force and I groaned.
“Oh God!” I moaned as he hit a sensitive nerve. My back arched and I found myself unable to make a sound. He slowed down but kept his thrusts deep and passionate. He kissed my neck gently and whimpered. In seconds, I was filled with his hot, sticky cum and I felt warm everywhere. I closed my yes and saw flashes of white as he began to pump it in and out again.

It was the best orgasm of my life. I squirted onto the bed moaning and gasping and he planted slow, wet kisses on my neck. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to me. I was panting heavily, my eyes closed and feeling so amazing. He kissed the corner of my mouth and turned the light on the nightstand off. He ran his warm soft hand over my hips and pulled me close so that we were up against each other.

“Kiss me, Jason,” he said quietly. I moved my lips onto his and felt his tongue slip over mine. He made me feel a weird sense of security as I cuddled into his smooth little chest and he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head and smiled in the darkness.
“I’m really glad we met,” he sighed

“Me too,” I answered. Basically, we’ve been spending a lot of time together since then and there’s no doubt that I love him. Even though I never imagined myself with a guy, I’m really glad to be with him.