First BF Sloppy Mess

I met Michael in high school German class. He was a grade behind me. We rode the same bus together and I became friends with him and his twin brother. Over time, we grew close. We even started talking about things like sex and masturbation. I also found out his mom and dad divorced and traded partners with the neighbors across the street. Both couples then married their new partners. There were other things I learned, like how he and his twin would save their cum in a jar under the sink. I had never heard of such a thing before and was like, OK. As time went by, I met more of Mike’s family. I came to find out there were seven male cousins in three families, and they all pretty much had been fooling around with each other. I was dealing with my own attractions to guys and had another friend in German class, Robert, who I had a crush on and talked to all the time about everything Robert introduced me to the idea of acceptance of homosexuality. Prior to that, I knew I thought guys were hot, but only knew about homosexuality from watching the news, my parents' copy of the Hite Report on Male Sexuality, and hearing at the Baptist church I went to that it was a terrible thing. I grew up near Miami during the Anita Bryant crusades. I never imagined any form of gay sex was for me. But here I was, in late adolescence, having a high libido and meeting more and more guys my age who liked to fool around. By the time of the German Club state conference, Michael and I were inseparable. The attraction between us was electric. I’d have to say the time we spent together at the state conference sealed the deal where we actually fell in love with each other. Now, sleepovers meant staring into each other’s eyes from separate beds, then finally holding hands. Mike’s mom walked in on us one time and I nearly died from embarrassment. But she was cool about it. After all, moms always know their son’s orientation at a young age, and I was a family friend. One day I was talking to Robert and he kinda let it slip out that he and Michael had fooled around, and even done oral. I was a little shocked, and a little jealous, but more than anything I decided to let this revelation finally open the door for me and declared that I wanted “equal time” Lol. I brought up this secret knowledge to Michael, who filled in some details, and things between us heated up pretty quickly. Michael came over to my house to visit one evening. We went in my bedroom and closed the door. Even though I was conflicted, when I make my mind up to do something, I don’t do it half way. I decided tonight was the night I was going to lose my V card and I determined to give Michal a blowjob. This was risky, since my mom was sitting right outside the door, and she quizzed me later on why we had to visit with the lights off. It was my first sex and I got a mouth full of warm, salty spooge. Michael and I became an item after that. We discovered gay discos since back then we could legally drink at 18. I slept over at his house frequently and spent time on weekends there. It gave us plenty of opportunities to experiment sexually. When we compared hard ons, and since we were both in the German Club, we joked that his thicker meat was a knockwurst and my longer dick was a bratwurst haha. I never talked about Mike’s and my relationship with Mike’s mom, and she never objected to me sleeping over with her son. Even though I’d gone down on him, and we were doing all this fooling around, I was still conflicted about my sexuality, and it took a long time before I could think of Michael as a boyfriend. I even had a self-imposed code about what I would and wouldn’t do so I wouldn’t have to think of myself as gay. Basically, I rationalized, any type of outercourse was alright. So this turned into a lot of frotting sessions where Michael and I would lay on top of each other and hump, and we did what I learned was called “Princeton Fucking,” where one stuck their dick between the other’s thighs.   Normally, we used our saliva as lube. Lots and lots of saliva to reduce friction as we rubbed, especially since we both had thick bushes. His was rather course since he was half Italian. This one time though, Michael brought in a bottle of vegetable oil. He poured some on his belly and I laid down on top of him. First, I felt the warmth his hard, thick, slippery cock right beneath mine. I scooted up, sliding my balls up the length of the underside of his penis, until my dick reached his belly. Then I felt the sloppy softness of his lubed up belly. This wet, warm wonderland of my lover’s belly drew me in so in a short time I was humping and sliding all over his abdomen as his dickhead poked my balls on the back thrust. Any reservations I had were now held at bay as my dick went crazy from the sensations. I was soon humping out of control and started shooting a nut bag load of warm sperm between us. I was panting hard and when I settled down I lifted up and we looked down between us and laughed at what a warm gooey mess it was with all the vegetable oil and cum. Mike hadn’t cum yet though so it was his turn. I moved down so my messy dick was pressing down on the length of his and just kept moving up and down like I had been on his belly. I kept at it and in a short while, with the help of a combination of my weight and movements and cock, the oil and my warm spooge getting used as lube, Michael started moaning. Then I could feel jet after jet of his hot semen shooting out between us. He was writhing underneath me until it all came out and he finally settled down. This time when I raised up there was REALLY a mess between us. Not just the oil and stray pubic hairs but two large loads of white frothy jizz from both pair of balls. The room had a strong odor of cum. We laughed even more as I rolled off of Michael and we shared a large cum towel and snuck down the hall to the shower which was shared by he and is brother. In time, Michael broke me in to anal (he rode me the first time) and of course, more sucking. I will always remember those fun, messy humping sessions though.