## Archive-name: tim

From: riomaria@aol.com (Rio Maria)

Subject: Tim {m/m, first time, mild scat}

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

TIM

Near my girlfriend's house was a music store called the Sound Shop. We'd go in there often, looking for interesting new sounds. Lisa always used to joke that the guys that worked there were hot for me. There were some obviously gay guys in the store, and they did seem to put on whatever album we happened to be looking at, but I never thought they were really interested in me.
One night, Lisa and I had a bit of a fight, and I took her home early. On my way back to my place, I decided to stop in to the Sound Shop for a look around. As I pawed through the import section, one of the employees walked up to me.
"Where's your girlfriend tonight?" he asked.
"Oh, I took her home early."
"Well, look, we're about to close, you're gonna have to leave."
"Okay, be seeing you."
"Hey, man," the employee said, "if you're in the mood to have a good time, I know where there's a big party going on. A bunch of us are heading there after we close up, and it'd be okay if you went."
"No offense, man, but if it's a gay thing, I'm not into it." I leveled with him.
"No, it's a lotta people. It's cool. Don't worry about it. Just come on by and bring some beer. It's at 1213 Avalon. You know where that is?"
"Sure," I told him. "Maybe I'll check it out."
I really wasn't ready to call it a night, and he did seem really cool about everything. It didn't even faze him when I asked if it was a gay party, so I figured I'd drop by. I stopped at the Stop 'n' Shop and grabbed a 12-pack, and then cruised on by 1213 Avalon.
It appeared that there was a really huge party going on there, so I didn't feel uncomfortable about crashing. I wondered if I should have gotten the dude's name, so I'd have something to say if anyone should ask who invited me, but I didn't need to worry. I just breezed on in to the house, greeted by smiles and directed to the kitchen where I put the beer into the fridge.
In the living room, the lights were down, and the stereo was turned way up. A lot of people were dancing. I looked around, and saw one person I sort of knew: a guy from one of my math classes at school.
"Hey, man, you're in my Calculus class, aren't you?" I asked him.
"Yeah, my name's Ken."
"I'm Mark."
We engaged in a bit more small talk, and then Ken wandered off. I scoped out the action.
It was not the kind of party I was used to. For one thing, there were a lot of gay couples here. I saw guys with guys, and girls with girls, as well as plenty of straight combos. I played it cool, trying to look as if this was no big deal to me.
Then I saw another person I knew.
Holly was in my English class, and I'd always thought she was pretty sexy. Holly was a brunette, sort of homely, but in a curiously cute way. She was a bit on the big side, with wide hips and full legs. I'd never made her acquaintance, and now I saw my chance.
I went up to her and introduced myself. Holly recognized me and seemed happy to see me here. After a while, I asked her to dance with me.
The music was hard rock, and we started dancing. Then someone joined us.
It was the guy from the Sound Shop.
"Tim!" Holly squealed, hugging him as she turned her attention from me.
"Looks like a good party!" Tim said. "Hey," he said to me, "I'm glad you made it!"
"Do you know Mark?" Holly asked.
"No," Tim said, "but I'm the one that invited him here."
"Good to meet you, Tim," I said, shaking his hand.
Tim related the evening's earlier events to Holly. "Wow, I love this song!"
"Me, too," Holly said, as another hard rock tune blared from the speakers. She and Tim began dancing.
Well, I wasn't gonna be horned in on, so I stayed right there, dancing with them. They certainly didn't seem to mind, and we were all having a good time.
The song ended, and Holly excused herself to go get a drink. I was left with Tim. A slow ballad began to play.
"So, Mark, where do you know Holly from?" Tim closed in on me, putting his arms around me and beginning to slow dance.
I sort of freaked inside, but I didn't want to look uncool, so I took it in stride, and found myself slow dancing with this guy. I told him I had a class with Holly, trying to keep everything matter-of-fact, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled our chests together.
He went quiet, and laid his head against my neck. I didn't know what to do! I didn't want to insult him by pushing him away, so I went with the flow. I looked around and saw Holly against the wall smiling at me.
"Oh, Jeez! Now she's gonna think I'm gay!" I worried. Then I saw Ken, looking at me the same way. I had the impulse to push Tim away and run for it, but I felt his hands drop lower on my back. He pulled my body against his, and I could feel his crotch against mine.
I immediately realized his dick was hard as he began to grind against me.
Then he raised his head, and placed his lips against mine. I didn't know what I was doing, but I allowed him to kiss me. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. It really wasn't so bad, I realized, as his tongue made its way into my mouth. Before I knew it, I was frenching this guy just like I would any girl!
The song ended, and I realized I'd better get away before Tim got the wrong idea. But he gripped my hand in his and began leading me away.
"Where are you going?"
"Shhhh."
And then I was walking up the stairs. Tim kept his grip on my hand as he opened doors on the second floor. On the third try, he found an empty room. Tim led me into someone's bedroom.
Tim pushed me down onto the bed before I had a chance to object, and was immediately at my zipper. I had gone this far, I figured; I might as well take a blow job from the guy. So I allowed him to open my pants.
He did more than unzip me. He yanked off my sandals, and pulled my trousers all the way off, and tossed them to the side of the bed. He grabbed my cock, and pooped it into his mouth before I could even think about what was happening.
Despite my conscious concerns, my dick immediately hardened to its 7 inch erection. Tim lapped at it furiously, bobbing up and down, rubbing it with his hands, gnawing at the engorged head. I held back from coming, as I my mind hammered the outrageous event into my brain: I'm letting a guy suck my dick for the first time ever!
I convinced myself that I was no fag for letting this happen, that I was just enjoying the moment. Then I realized that Tim had shifted his position. Now his butt was to my right, as he had reoriented himself to point his eyes toward my feet. I didn't know what to do, so I rested my right hand on his ass. I began to stroke his butt and thighs, almost unconsciously. A few times I found my fingers stroking the crack of his ass, running over his puckered butthole to the base of his balls.
And then I saw his left leg rising over my face. He was straddling me, getting into the 69 position! Hey, I wasn't ready for this! But then his crotch was hovering over my face.
What could I do? Should I stop him in the middle of this terrific blow job? I didn't want to do that; I was in the mood to come! But I didn't want to return the favor! I'm straight! I'm no cocksucker!
Tim began to lower himself onto my face. Now it was do or die! I felt his balls brush my chin. I went into automatic mode: I was just going to do whatever! Who cares? Who'll know?
But I just couldn't suck dick. Then I realized: here's an asshole in my face; what's the difference between a male and female asshole? Nothing, that's what! So I just did what I'd do with Lisa!
I pressed my face against his butt and began to lick at his ass.
I quickly got carried away, licking his sphincter, probing at the hole with my tongue, kissing his cheeks, and sucking at his anus.
Then it dawned on me: sucking a guy's butt is far worse than sucking his cock! This is the faggiest thing I coulda done! So I backed away from his butt in self-disgust.
Evidently, Tim had had enough rimming, and figured I was game for whatever at this point. I felt his hand reach down between his legs and grab his cock. He placed the head of his dick against my lips.
I gave up all resistance. I opened my mouth, and in slid his slick, erect shaft. I was surprised at how it filled my mouth, and how it seemed perfectly suited for me. It seemed as if the mouth were the perfect place for a dick, fitting just perfectly in there! And suddenly it felt good to have this thing in my face. It pleased my tongue to roll around this fleshy rod, and my head began to bob in what seemed a perfectly natural response. I really wanted to get him off! I began to imagine what it would be like to feel him spurt his come into my throat. I wanted to taste that thick goo shooting off into my mouth. I sucked harder, squeezing my mouth tightly against that wonderful prick.
And he pulled out.
I felt disappointment, and tried to pull him back to me, but he jumped out of bed, and stood to the side. I could see him standing there with his cock proudly stiff.
"Wanna fuck?" he asked.
I felt absolutely insane! I wanted it all! I said to myself, "You're a fuckin' cocksucker now, you're a homo, you're a pussyboy! Let him rip your ass open!"
I pulled my legs up and spun around towards Tim, pointing my virgin asshole to him. "Fuck me, Tim. Stick that dick up my ass and make me scream!"
Tim hesitated at my surprising enthusiasm, but soon I felt the head of his cock being rubbed against my asshole. Instinctively, my sphincter held tight, but Tim knew how to overcome that resistance, and, in one quick stroke, plunged into my butt.
My first fuck was surprisingly easy. It felt really good, right from the start. The sensation of having my asshole stretched open was heavenly. Tim's dick was long enough that I could feel it pushing open the other end of my rectum, entering my colon. The feeling shot through my entire body, each stroke of his dick stimulating my butthole and plunging into the depths of my anus.
As Tim hammered away at my ass, I could feel the stimulation of my bowels. It was like I had to shit as bad as I ever had before. I felt the movements in my guts, but I couldn't tell if it was Tim's dick or some huge turd dropping into my rectum. I didn't care. This was the greatest feeling I'd ever had.
When Tim finally pulled out, I realized it had been both. His dick was coated with a thick layer of brown stuff; a solid mass of my shit clung to the head of his engorged penis. Fuck, I was gonna wallow in this experience! Before he could do anything, I took his dick in my mouth, sucking off the glob of turd, squishing it between my tongue and his cock before I had time to think of what I was doing! I began swallowing motions, and felt the mass being sucked off his dick and into my throat. The pressured of my sucking and my tongue action set him off, and I tasted, for the first time, the spurts of semen squirting into my mouth. I held it in there, swishing it around, tasting it, playing with it, for as long as I could before I gulped it down.
Tim thought I'd been faking, that I wasn't a "gay virgin." I never convinced him that this had been my first time. Eventually, I decided I was bisexual, and had plenty of other encounters with men, but I never went back to Lisa.

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