First Time Secrets (Vol. 2 - The Party)

First Time Secrets

Vol. 2 – The Party

By Mason Lee

© 2014

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for mature adults only. It contains sexual scenarios, dirty language, hot action, and much more! Please store your digital files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

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Vol. 2 – The Party

David finds himself torn between spending time with the sweet young man who has become his first lover and the Professor who he finds himself hopelessly drawn to. After an afternoon with his new friend, their love progresses but he still decides to go to the Professor's house that night, in spite of his misgivings.

David is not at all prepared for the world he would find. What he witnesses there is exciting, completely different, and full of raw lust. David finds that the Professor has plans for him that scare him almost as much as they turn him on.

Which will David choose – the safe and secure, or the wild passions of the unknown…?

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Vol. 2 – The Party

David was in the middle of another sleepless night with no relief in sight. He had jerked off an hour ago and had fallen into a disturbing dream that he'd woken from with a start, lying in a puddle of sweat. He never remembered dreams and yet this one was frighteningly vivid and he felt as if he were still on the edge of it and one flicker of his eyelids would pull him back in.

The Professor had been there. David hadn't seen his body but there was no dismissing his face and the black eyes that seemed to open him up and read the pages of him so easily. David had never felt quite so exposed with anyone else.

He groaned and looked up at the ceiling. Why didn't he just tiptoe down the hallway and find himself at Dean's door? That would be the easy thing to do. And the right thing to do. When he thought of waking his first lover up, his arms around him, following Dean back to his small bed and worshiping every inch of his body, David felt his dick knocking against his thigh once more.

He pulled the loose, gray sweatpants on and rolled a clean t-shirt on over his head and quietly made his way to the opposite end of the building. He found himself in front of the second to the last door on the right, where he hoped to find the muscular, young man that he had brought to his bed just days ago. He knocked quietly and there was no answer. David strained to listen, trying to hear Dean's sleep noises or, God forbid, sex noises with someone else. He knocked again, louder this time, suddenly nervous that he had been a fool and was easily replaced.

Feet shuffled and the door creaked open. Dean stood with one hand balled up in a fist to rub his eye, stretching. He was barely audible when he mumbled, “Hey, dude, I was out cold. Deep sleep.”

“Yeah, sorry to wake you. I just couldn't sleep and I thought...”

David trailed off. He'd never taken the initiative before and he didn't think he could do it, even now.

“Come on in, it's late.”

Dean waved at him and shuffled back to the small mattress, pulling off the shorts he had on before lying down and making room for David's head on the pillow behind him. David was naked before he threw his arm around his waist and pulled him close. His erection was rubbing up against his hard cheek and Dean murmured, “David, you feel so good.”

The young man clasped his hand and closed his eyes. David watched him sleep for a while, and then pressed his lips to his muscled shoulder and finally drifted off without incident.

David felt the sensation coursing down his chest and it buzzed in the background as he gradually woke up and when he looked down to find out what it was, he saw Dean's head on his chest. His mouth was wet and warm and his tongue flicked across David's nipple, teasing him, tasting him.

David let out a long sigh and Dean looked up, his mouth still firmly clamped on him and his eyes were smiling. He released the tender bit of flesh and said, “Good morning. I was wondering what I'd have to do before you woke up.”

“Oh, God, you could just do that forever,” David arched his back and stretched, suddenly wondering if he had presumed far too much with those words. It had only been once and then last night they just slept; they hadn't even made love. David's face was getting warm and the thoughts were colliding one on top of the other. He sat up quickly, feeling like he should make his escape.

“Hey, where are you going?” Dean asked, his strong hands pulling him back to the mattress, “I was just getting started.”

“Really?” David was unaccustomed to intimacy and realized that his relative virginity influenced every nuance and every thought.

“Yes, really. If I wasn't so tired last night, I would have had my way with you,” he said with a wink.

Dean had crawled on top of David and hovered over him, searching his face and staring into his eyes before drawing near and sucking his bottom lip before kissing David deeply, his tongue delving into his mouth and exploring him thoroughly.

“Whoa! Put a fucking sock on your door or something, dude!”

David didn't recognize the voice and looked up in a panic; he was naked in bed with a man and caught. It was all of his teenage nightmares come true.

“Why don't you fucking knock, Trey?” Dean had sat up, and looked at the man, nonchalantly. Dean was apparently far more comfortable with the situation than he.

“Well, I will next time,” Trey said, smirking at the two of them. Then he grabbed something off the small desk that was on the opposite side of the room and quickly shut the door behind him.

Dean started to laugh and said, “Sorry about that, my douche roommate, Trey. Never saw me in bed with anyone before. I guess we gave him a surprise.”

David heard the words and suddenly a new line of thinking erupted in his brain, “So, wait, I'm your first...?” He didn't want to ask and yet he desperately needed to know.

Dean kissed him quickly, and then whispered hotly in his ear, “Yes. Not just the first in this bed. My first everything. And you too, am I right?”

David nodded his head yes; he must be far more transparent than he had thought.

“And I can't wait to see you tomorrow because you're all I've been thinking about since the first time,” Dean confessed and traced his index finger along the ridge under David's bottom lip. “Well, actually since I saw you in the shower.”

David felt incredibly wanted and it made him bold. He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Dean's finger, licking it and then taking him deeper inside. Dean groaned lustfully.

“You're killing me. I can't stay. I'm already late and so are you.”

He pulled his finger back out slowly, watching David's mouth intently as he did and pressing a hot, closed-mouth kiss to his lips before springing from the bed.

David pulled on his clothes from the previous night and prepared to leave. Turning back as his hand was about to pull the door open, he said, “Okay, well, goodbye.” It sounded awkward and not at all what he wanted to say.

“Bye, David. See you tomorrow.”

Dean was already prepared to go back to the real world and David couldn't keep him any longer. He wanted to keep him forever, however.

*****

David was lost in his daydreams as he made his way slowly down the hall. The smell of Dean's skin, his hair, the taste of him in his mouth, the sensation of his kiss, sleeping with his arms around the young man that had finally broken down his lonely barrier; he wondered if he was finally in love. In fact, he had opened the door to the lecture hall and made his way to a seat before he realized that he hadn't thought of his obsession for hours now.

Then he appeared and Dean and the morning kisses and the sweet flutter in his chest all melted and David could hardly breathe. The Professor walked with a swagger and surveyed the room, eying David and nodding his head, quickly flashing his teeth. He looked away, pretending to dig around in his backpack but felt the shiver of want take over and his dick responded. He tried to fight it but it was involuntary.

He was mesmerized when the Professor spoke and he watched the jungle cat move about the room, the lines of his body making David squirm in his seat and flash back to the couch in the office and how completely lost in lust and submission he had been. The wet spot in his underwear made him question everything he'd been so sure of this morning.

He was so deep in the line of thoughts that he sat, eyes glazed over, after class had ended.

“David, are you coming?” the Professor was addressing him directly and it wasn't until that moment that he realized that it was only the two of them left in the large room.

“Sorry?”

His heart was hammering in his chest and since it wasn't possible to stand, he continued sitting, undressing the dark-haired man with his eyes, knowing that the dark-haired man was doing the same.

The Professor walked up the stairs and stood only a foot away, briefcase in hand, lust clear on his face. He repeated his question.

“I said, are you coming?”

David stammered, unsure of what to say or what he'd missed.

“Well, um, coming to what?”

He chuckled and David could see his muscles move in his shirt as he did and the twinge between his legs was sharp and insistent.

“Coming to my party tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes, yes, I’ll be there.”

David shook his head and wondered what was it that he was supposed to do that day. Everything but the man in front of him was gone.

“Good, it should be quite…amusing,” the Professor winked at him and turned to leave.

David drank in the sight of his ass and the back of his thighs until he was out of view and then shook his head as if the spell had passed.

Tomorrow he was supposed to see Dean, the young man that, just an hour ago, he thought he might be in love with. And yet, he just promised the Professor, the man of his deepest fantasies, that he would be at his party at the same time. David knew he was going to disappoint one of them.

*****

David was showered and dressed much earlier than he needed to be. He didn't know what else to do after that and he found that his stomach flipped back and forth as he waited. It wasn't just that the only dates he'd ever been on were with his girlfriend and that this was something entirely different. He had no way of explaining himself if Dean would ask where he was going and why. He would be caught in his web of lies and he had no idea how he could ever turn things around after that.

He hated to lie when he'd been forced to his whole life. The truth seemed even more impossible. His palms were sweaty and nervous. He couldn't keep his hands still and when the knock on the door finally came, he had difficulty opening it.

Dean looked him in the eye as he crossed the threshold and drew him into his solid arms the moment he reached David. It was hot and urgent, something far more intense than the first time. He was already undressing David as they crossed the rug and had his slender body completely bare by the time they fell to his bed together.

“I want you so much, David,” the young man whispered it between the soft nibbles on his neck, using his teeth with more and more pressure the louder David sighed.

Dean whipped off his shirt and pants while his mouth sucked firmly along the tender skin on David's throat, then to his earlobe and back to his lips. As they kissed, David could feel the head of Dean's cock touching his and he found himself grinding his hips to feel it moving from his head to his shaft and back again. Knowing that his precum was dripping and touching Dean, wetting him already, made David ache to slide the young man's cock all the way back to his throat.

“I want you inside me,” Dean murmured, finding David's nipple once again and bathing it lightly with the tip of his tongue before biting it to an aching point, just to lick it softly again.

It was making him crazy. David's throbbing cock was soaked and jolted with every touch of his mouth there. He had never considered that possibility of taking Dean, of being inside him. He'd only ever imagined being the receiver, only saw himself on his knees, but the sensation of his mouth was pushing him to the edge and suddenly, it was all he wanted.

“Lay down,” David said, both hands on Dean's face, pulling him up to look him in the eye.

Dean rolled to his back and David shook his head, saying, “No, roll over.”

It was barely audible. His voice was hoarse with want, but Dean heard and complied. David started at the nape of his neck and slowly worked his way down to cover his lover's body with kisses. Dean moaned with every touch of his lips, along his shoulder blades and along his spine and finally to the two dimples at the bottom of his back, just above his muscular ass.

David lay between his legs and caressed the back of his hard thighs, and then moved his hands up to the round cheeks that he'd watched intently in the shower and kissed him slowly up the line that parted them. Dean pushed his ass up as if begging for more and David parted him with his hands and saw the soft, pink skin between. He was mesmerized by the sight and when his tongue touched the young man along the crease, he felt his cock pulse.

He licked up and down and listened to Dean's cries as he thrust his ass up to David's face and asked for more. David moved the tip of his tongue along the ridge of his anus and swirled it, making the young man wet, before sliding his tongue inside.

“Oh my God,” Dean bucked his hips and pushed up for more, his breath becoming ragged and harsh and the words that came from him all sounded like yes.

David eased his tongue in and out, pushing down deeper to taste him inside, pulling back and licking around the sweet hole that was opening up for him, and then back inside to rock his tongue back and forth, fucking Dean with his mouth. He was delicious, every bit, and his scent was intoxicating; David couldn't get enough of pleasuring him. When he thrust his tongue in deep and held it there, Dean moved for him, groaning while he rocked his hips and asked, “Fuck me, please?”

David wet his index finger and as he withdrew his tongue, he replaced it with the digit and entered him slowly. He felt the tight, velvety skin inside and pulled out, licking his finger again and easing it inside once more. He watched Dean raise his ass even higher, grabbing his rock-hard erection and easing his hand up and down while he gave David his tight hole.