Robby's First Was A Double

Now I know a lot of you guys out there reading this haven't been fucked yet. The last thing I want to do is say something that would scare you out of taking that initial plunge because, believe me, getting fucked is the absolute most wonderful feeling there is or ever will be. It's better than being drunk. Better than being high on drugs. Better than anything I've ever felt before or since. The only thing that matches getting fucked by a hard cock is fucking a tight little butt with your own hard cock. I would want you guys to go for it, so I won't go into great detail describing the pain.

Suffice it to say I was on all fours when Sanka tried to shove his over developed fuck meat up my ass.

All fours left the bed at the same time. All fours hit the floor at the same time. All fours became a tangled mass of arms and legs and hands and feet and bugged out eyes as I tried to walk, crawl, stumble, roll, and run to the wall on the opposite side of the room, trying to get as far away from that man as I possibly could. If my hole had been an eye, and if looks really could kill, I’d be in prison today. But I promised not to go into great detail describing the pain (and I may have blown it already), so we'll leave it at that.

I wound up sitting on the floor with my back against the far wall and my knees up under my chin. Probably the only thing showing on my face was my bugged out eyes as I could only stare, speechless, at Sanka. Sanka was doubled over laughing that high pitched Eddie Murphy laugh of his. When he put a foot down on the floor, I was afraid that meant he was going to come after me again, and I immediately clasped my hands together in front of my hole...like that would help.

But he only put his foot on the floor to steady himself because he was laughing so hard. "Don' worry, mon! Don' worry!" he said in between snickers.

‘Yeah,’ I thought to myself, 'You said THAT before!' He turned around and stepped to the dresser. The pot I smoked was still in me full force, and as I watched his butt jiggle I wished I could find a telephone pole or something to shove up HIS ass so he'd know how I felt!

He lit another joint then turned around and leaned against the dresser. "It's OK, mon," he said, "We stop now for a while, OK? I promise." Then he doubled over again in laughter. I just kept staring at him, and I hadn't moved yet. "Look, mon," Sanka said, still laughing. He put the joint in his mouth, grabbed a pair of shorts from somewhere, and put them on, "There, you see? I won't do nothing now."

Once I was sure he was serious about not coming after me again, I looked down between my legs, lifted my balls up and gingerly touched my hole with the tips of my fingers. I thought it would be swollen or bleeding or something, but it wasn't. Sanka saw what I was doing and went into another fit of laughter.

One thing about pot - it makes you laugh. It makes you laugh a lot, and it makes you laugh at absolutely nothing. When I realized what I was thinking and what I was doing, I broke into a relieved kind of laughter myself.

"Here, mon," Sanka said and reached his arm out to hand me the joint, "Have a hit. It will make you feel better."

"No thanks!!" I said, "You gave me some of that stuff before and look what happened!" Then we both laughed, him half on and half off the bed, and me up against the wall like I was in a rubber room.

Well guys, I did help Sanka finish the joint, and it did make me forget the feeling that I promised not to dwell on, and I actually did let Sanka try again. There was the thought in the back of my head that I didn't want Sanka to think I was a lousy lay, so I was somewhat determined to fit that Boa cock of his up my ass. The second time, he laid on his back and told me how to straddle him and sit on his cock. He said that was the best way to do it because I'm the one who remained in control of how much and how fast. I really tried, but I just couldn't fit that damn thing up my butt. I don't mind admitting it now because it was such a long time ago but I simply couldn't do it. We wound up lying on the bed drinking beer and smoking even more pot (Sanka seemed to have an endless supply), and talking about it.

Sanka told me I'm not the first or last guy to go through this, and I certainly wasn't the first guy who couldn't take his cock. Turns out he'd popped quite a few cherries before and not all of them were successful. He said he had a fuck buddy who had a cock about the same size as mine. Then he reminded me that he'd managed to get a few fingers up my butt and that I'd liked that, didn't I?

I smiled at him, "I sure did!" I said and leaned over and kissed him. He was right. I most certainly DID enjoy him finger fucking me. I thought he was going to offer to get me off with his fingers. Instead he offered to call his buddy to come over and fuck me. I got nervous all over again, but we'd smoked more pot and drank more beer, and I figured (as well as I was capable of "figuring") that it was gonna have to happen sometime sooner or later, so I might as well get it fucking over with while I was at least with someone I trusted. So I told him to go ahead.

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Sanka went into the living room to call Mike, his fuck buddy. I sat on the bed with my legs crossed and wondered what else I'd gotten myself into. Sanka came back in the bedroom with yet another joint in his mouth. I learned later that he kept those things ALL over the house. Whenever he or I was in the mood to light one up, we didn't have to go far to get one. He was carrying two more beers and handed one to me. He was still wearing the shorts and stretched out on the bed on his stomach and we smoked and drank and laughed and talked about a lot of things. In our drunken and stoned state we solved many of the world's problems, found a cure for cancer, and determined that in one of our previous lives we saw God. Then the talk came around to sex.

"Have you ever fucked a girl, mon?" Sanka asked me. This wasn't a locker room - in high school or anywhere - so I told him the truth. No, I haven't. He asked me if I ever did anything at all with a guy and I told him about a couple times of mutual jackoffs, and one quick suck with a guy from a neighboring high school.

"So," Sanka said. "You've never fucked a guy either, right mon?" I just shook my head. "Well," Sanka smiled. He looked up at me with a strange, conniving look on his face and smiled. He reached back and patted his own ass. "So! What's wrong with right now, eh mon?"

Before I could speak, Sanka scooted up on the bed, pulled me down and kissed me. We made out for a while and he played with my cock, which responded immediately. I started to think that I still owed Sanka. He'd taken such good care of me, and didn't get pissed when I couldn't take his dick up my ass. I thought that I should try somehow to get him off, and the idea of finally getting to stick my dick up another guy's ass seemed the perfect way to do it. And a lot of fun, too!

I scooted out from under him and rolled on top of him. I pulled his shorts down his legs and off: threw them behind me somewhere. I started rubbing his legs and butt like he did to me. Sanka just put his arms under his face and laid there, moaned encouragement and wiggled his ass.

He had a very muscular ass. Two globes that I squeezed and rubbed and pulled apart and pushed together. I ran my fingers up and down the crack and felt his hole while he moaned and closed his eyes. He wasn't telling me to do anything, but just lay there and let me do what I wanted. I played with his butt, and leaned over and kissed each cheek, licked his thighs like he did to me. My own cock seemed to get harder and harder and I couldn't wait to feel it in his ass. I leaned up on my hands and knees and lowered my cock into his crack and started dry humping his butt while I moaned some myself. It felt wonderful being on top of him with my cock almost in his butt; so good in fact, that I still enjoy dry humping a guy's ass even today.

Sanka had heavy curtains over the only window in the bedroom, so I didn't notice that the sun was starting to come up. The candles by his door were burning dimmer, so I couldn't really see what I was doing as Sanka was black enough to simply blend into the darkness of the room. But I didn't need to see - I only needed to feel. And I was feeling good. Sanka laid real still and moaned while I slowly slid my cock up and down the crack of his ass. He flexed his butt cheeks and I felt them tighten up against my cock and I could have shot a load then, but I knew what I wanted, and I wanted to fuck him.

I felt the head of my dick slide across his hole so the next time I held it there and moved my hips in a circular motion. Sanka thought I was going to try to shove it in and reached back to stop me.

"No no, mon," he mumbled, "Use the lube first."

"Oh yeah!" I said and gulped, "Okay." And then I thought to myself, 'What's lube?' I scratched my head. Sanka was lying with his eyes still closed and a big smile on his face. I thought he was feeling really good, because I remembered that I sure did when he was working on me. I didn't want to ruin the moment for him, so I didn't ask him anything. I felt the shelf next to the bed, and found two jars and a tube. One jar was open so I took out a tiny bit of the stuff inside and sniffed it. It was Vaseline, but it didn't feel like the stuff he used on me. I wiped it off and squeezed a bit from the tube. 'Yeah!' I thought, 'This is it! This is what he used on me! Hot Damn!' So I squeezed some more on my fingers and spread it all up and down Sanka's ass with one hand, and all over my cock with the other.

"Mmmmmm yeah!" Sanka moaned.

'Yeah! I thought, 'He likes it! I'm doin' good!'

"Oh mon, thassss good!"

'Yeah, I'm gettin' him goin'! All by myself!

"Good, mon, good!"

'Oh yeah, baby! I'm hot! I'm hot!!'

"You picked de right one, mon."

'Oh SHUT UP!'

Sanka laughed and got himself up on all fours. I finally realized that I wasn't fooling him and stopped trying. I positioned myself behind him and put the head of my dick up against his ass. My hands were really slippery from all the lube, and it felt good to be slowly jerking myself and poking Sanka's ass, and....and....well...I couldn't find his hole!

I pushed my cock but it just slid up the crack of his ass, or it slid down and tickled his balls. I tried several times, but I'd used an awful lot of lube and it was dark and Sanka was black and I couldn't SEE, okay?! Sanka was still laughing and I was getting pissed with myself. I couldn't stand the thought of failing yet again, and my cock started to go a little soft, and that scared me even more. I leaned back and jerked myself, closed my eyes and thought of how good it felt when Sanka ate my ass, and worked my cock hard again. I moved back into position behind Sanka. He very smoothly reached back, grabbed my cock and put it up against his hole and held it there. He told me to push, and when I did he pushed back and I entered heaven!

It didn't occur to me at the time that Sanka was a lot more experienced than I was, so when my cock slid all the way up his ass to my bush, my eyes bugged out again because I was afraid he would hurt like I did. But Sanka just started rocking back and forth, sliding his ass up and down my cock. I realized he was just fine, that he wasn't hurting at all.

I said before that some things about fucking just come natural. My hips acted like they had a mind of their own and I just started bucking them back and forth, driving my cock in and out of Sanka's ass. I grabbed hold of his hips, leaned my head back and moaned. Sanka stopped rocking back and forth and now the only movement was me fucking my first ass!

'Oh shit!' I thought, 'I'm doin' it! I'm doin' it! I'm FUCKING!! YEAH!!!'

I tightened my grip on Sanka's hips and started bucking faster. I looked down and watched my own dick appear and disappear in and out of Sanka's ass. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I went faster, started driving my cock in his butt harder. I kept glancing at his face, looking for a sign that I was going too fast or too hard. But all I saw on his face was a big smile. So I fucked him faster and harder. Soon the mattress was bouncing and we were both moaning and I was grunting with each thrust. I no longer worried about hurting him or whether or not I was doing it right or where I was or what day or year it was. Twice I pulled back too far and my dick fell out of his ass. But I was too hot to worry about it. I just grabbed my dick and shoved it right back up his ass and kept right on fucking. I listened to my hips slapping his cheeks and felt my balls slapping his balls and I started yelling out each time I slammed my cock up that butt.

Far too soon for me I knew I was going to shoot and I couldn't hold back. Didn't know how to anyway. I yelled that I was gonna cum, and Sanka just said to do it. So I jackhammered his ass and shot my load and screamed and just kept right on fucking my dry dick up his butt until I broke my concentration and it fell out of his ass by itself. I let out one more long moan and collapsed on the bed next to him. I looked up at him and he leaned over and kissed me again. I broke away from his lips and panted and tried to catch my breath. After a couple of minutes I was calmed down some and Sanka leaned over to my ear.

"You did great, mon. best fuck I had in a long time! Thanks, mon." Then he kissed me again.

I really can't describe how good I felt. Not only did I finally get to do some fucking, but it was all I thought it would be and more. I think that no one has done an adequate job of putting the feelings into words, and I'm only going to ask you guys to take my word for it. Well.... mine, and millions of other guys'! And to top it off he thanked me! He actually told me I did a good job!

Sanka rolled over and lit yet another joint, and then we heard a knock on the door. I'd completely forgotten that Mike was coming over, but I felt so good about what I'd just done that I was even able to ignore the nerves that tried to steal their way back into my feelings. Sanka went into the living room to open the door and I heard him greet Mike and tell him we were in the bedroom. The sun was up, but the room was still in darkness except right at the doorway where the two candles were, and a little sunlight from the living room. I lay in the bed still recovering and thinking of how good I felt, and the next thing I knew, Jesus Christ walked into the room!

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Well...not really, of course. But in those days there was no real dress code. No real fashion statement that when seen today would make someone immediately think of that time. The flashy bell-bottoms and disco style of dress hadn't happened yet. Hairstyles were still having men (including me) with hair parted in the middle and at least shoulder length, as mine was. The only headgear wasn't hats, but headbands. Other than that, it was pretty much anything goes.

I don't mean to be blasphemous, but religious pictures showed Jesus Christ as a blonde. He had shoulder length hair that just happened to be parted in the middle. In many pictures, Jesus also had a mustache and beard. Parents were trying real hard to get us kids to cut our hair, and our answer was usually that Jesus had long hair and so can we. Well, guess what Mike looked like? You got it - he was a blonde. And his hair was parted in the middle, AND it was shoulder length. Mike took things a step further and in the style of Toga parties, fashioned a sheet into and outfit that looked like what was worn in biblical times, right down to the sandaled feet, and he even grew a mustache and beard. The complete ensemble earned himself the nickname, "JC." So after a whole bunch of beer and a generous helping of pot, you can imagine my first thought when Mike walked into the dimly lit doorway! Made me swallow hard and gulp.

After that first instant Mike greeted me, shook my hand, and I finally realized that he was just a mortal like me, and I wasn't about to be punished for anything I'd done so far. The three of us sat and drank and smoked and talked for a while. Then Mike came and sat on the bed next to me.

Sanka and I were still naked, and Mike put his arm around me and asked me if I was okay with everything so far. I was a little apprehensive still, and was trying to think of a smooth way to ask him to take off that ridiculous outfit! In what I considered a gutsy move I decided to show him that it was okay, and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He returned the favor, and we wound up laying on the bed making out in the semi darkness. We were laying side to side and my hands were sliding all over Mike's body and his hands slid over mine.

My hands did have something of an ulterior motive. I was really floating in the clouds from Mike's lips and tongue, but I still felt rather silly thinking I was laying naked in bed making out with a biblical figure. Especially that particular biblical figure! My hands and fingers slid over his chest looking to unbutton his shirt so I could get it off. But since what he was wearing wasn't really a shirt - there were no buttons. And since he wasn't really wearing pants, and it wasn't really a dress, there was no snap or zipper or anything I expected.

"Hey Mike?"

"Yeah."

"Could you do me a favor?"

"That's what I came for," he said sensually. I rolled my eyes.

"I mean something else."

"Sure, babe," he said. No one had called me "babe" before, and it felt good. And like dry humping a guy's ass it stuck with me, and is my favorite term of endearment today.

I grabbed a handful of whatever it was Mike was wearing, "Would you please get rid of this?" I asked him, then snickered, "I feel like I should pray or something." That was silly, but it made us both laugh. I noticed when we were laughing that I didn't hear Sanka's high-pitched laugh. He had left the room and left Mike and me alone. Mike reached behind him where I couldn't see, and made some kind of movement. He stood up and everything came off all at once and he stood naked in front of me. Now he was beautiful! His cock really was the same size as mine and it stood up straight and proud. Since he now looked normal, my own cock woke up.

Mike pushed me back on the bed and laid on top of me. He kissed me again and my arms automatically wrapped around his back. This time when my hands explored his body, they were rewarded with a smooth back and a nicely formed butt. Mike's tongue was as magic as Sanka's and I was soon lost in the moment. My own body started slowly squirming, my cock searching for Mike's as he laid on top of me. Mike reached between us and pulled our cocks together, then pushed his hips and applied pressure that made me moan. I kissed him and let him kiss me and my hands got to know his back, my fingers combed his hair, and played with his ass and rubbed his hole and our lips stayed together.