Robby's First Was A Double

Mike reached between us again and grabbed my cock. He squeezed gently; just enough so that when he raised his body up a little, the pressure on my cock remained constant. His lips finally let mine go and moved to my ear, "I'm gonna make ya feel good now, Robby," he said. I only moaned my approval. I couldn't think of anything to say, "Just relax, babe," he told me, "I'll make it slow and easy and wonderful." All I could do was nod. His lips kissed my ear, my cheek, my neck, and moved to my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and he licked my nipples and lightly raked his teeth across them. I didn't know until then how sensitive my nipples were, and I reveled in the sensations. Mike's tongue worked one and his fingers worked the other then they traded places while his other hand stayed around my cock. When his tongue wasn't sliding across me, his beard was, and it was just rough enough to send new shivers rippling across my body from one end to the other and back again and all I could do was moan and my head lolled from side to side and I just laid there and panted and smiled.

Mike's lips worked their way on down my body and soon his hand around my cock was replaced with his mouth and his tongue worked it's magic again. I kept wondering what I'd done to deserve to experience so much pleasure all at once. One hand moved down between my legs and played with my balls and Mike sucked and sucked and sucked and I still could only moan. I reached down and grabbed his head but didn't know what to do with it and could only keep running my fingers through his hair. His tongue ran up and down my cock and licked my balls and sucked them one by one while his hand slid further down.

His fingers slid into the crack of my ass and across my hole, but the apprehension I expected to start feeling didn't come. He didn't have to push anything; my legs spread by themselves. I don't know where it came from or when he did it, but I felt the lube as he spread it over my hole and his fingers rubbed and prodded and rubbed. My hands reached down and I spread my cheeks myself and Mike's fingers accepted the invitation. They rubbed some more and prodded with a little more pressure and while his mouth worked my cock his finger slid into my hole and I didn't even flinch; I only moaned some more.

Mike was real patient. It felt like he was taking forever working my hole with his finger and my cock with his mouth. I can't remember noticing when, but there was a moment when I realized he had two fingers up my ass and I just took a deep breath and let it all out in a hiss and smiled. Mike just kept making magic on my cock and ass and the next thing I knew he let go of my cock just long enough to tell me that he had three fingers up my ass and that I was doing great. He managed to spread my hole further and further with his fingers and my butt didn't complain at all. I didn't even notice him shifting position and didn't open my eyes to see that he was up on his knees with his mouth still on my cock and his fingers still up my ass.

I didn't even have time to tell myself that this was it, or that the time had come. I only felt Mike's lips leave my cock, which slapped against my belly. His fingers kept sliding in and out of my ass and in and out and in and out and in and then they slid all the way back out. When they slid back in I realized it wasn't his fingers - but his cock! There was no pain, no extra stretching, no sting, nothing but the same sensations only more intense because now I finally had a hard cock up my ass for the first time, and I went nuts! He slid his cock in and out of my ass at the same speed his fingers had been moving and kept up the same rhythm and I felt great! When I realized what he'd done I opened my eyes and could only stare at him with wide eyes and an equally wide smile. He was looking right into my eyes and smiling. I couldn't think of anything to say to match what I was feeling so I only stared at him while he picked up the pace. Finally he threw his head back and started moaning himself. His long hair was swinging back and forth while his mouth formed an "O" and he panted and grunted and so did I.

I thought I wasn't doing anything special for him, but I didn't realize what a virgin ass felt like - what the psychological effect of popping a cherry was. Mike was having a good time and I was amazed at how easy I took his cock up my ass and how fucking great it felt. Like a lot of virgins, I couldn't hold back and didn't need to hold or jack my cock. Cum started shooting out all on it's own and splatted on my chest and belly. My moans changed to pants and whimpers and my hands just fanned out and my arms raised up in the air as I shot my load all over myself. My legs had found their way over Mike's shoulders and he had to grab my ankles to keep them from squeezing his neck too tight.

Watching me cum sent Mike over the edge. Suddenly he bared his teeth and started pounding my ass and I didn't care a bit. He slammed my ass hard enough to make my hair shake and then he suddenly rammed his cock all the way in and held it there and just ground his hips as I felt a strange sensation in my ass and realized he was filling my ass up with the first load of cum I ever felt, and it felt indescribably wonderful! He pulled his cock out of my ass and sat back on his knees. I reached down and felt his cum oozing out of my hole. I sat up and saw a few drops of cum still working their way out of his cock. Anyone watching would have thought I was in some kind of trance. I just looked at Mike's cock, then up at Mike, then back to his cock. Mike reached out and pulled me into a hug and told me I was wonderful and beautiful and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

A thought occurred to me, and in what I'm sure was a typically virgin'ish fashion I cupped Mike's face in both hands, and looked right into his eyes only an inch away from his face. "I got FUCKED!!" I yelled, and Mike laughed. I let go of his face and pumped both arms in the air and yelled, "YYYYEEEESSSS!!!!" and wrapped Mike back into a bear hug. Mike laughed some more and this time I heard Sanka's high pitched laugh as he appeared at the door, still naked.

Sanka came and sat on the bed and the three of us hugged and kissed. Sanka shook a finger at me, "I knew you would do it, mon!" he told me, "I knew you would do jus' fine!" and we hugged again and kissed and acted silly for a while. I finally thought to ask Sanka where he'd been, and while I was floating on Cloud 9, and while the earth moved and the angels sang and all that, Sanka was in the kitchen ignoring us and calmly fixing a meal. I then noticed the smell of breakfast and realized that the pot had done the other thing it's famous for, and I was ravenously hungry. The three of us sat naked at the kitchen table and in typical cone head fashion consumed mass quantities of bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. Between bites, poor Sanka and Mike had to listen to me babbling on and on about what felt good and what felt best and what felt better and how good I felt 'cause I was a MAN now. After we ate, somehow the three of us fit on the bed and slept the rest of the day away. When we woke up I started talking again, and I'd bet you that if you asked the two of them today, they would say that when I went to work that evening they were glad to get rid of me.

I stayed with Sanka a couple of months, then got my own place. I kept seeing Sanka and Mike and a couple of other fuck buddies of theirs for the next two years until I was 20. Even though I was having a great time with them, I was still desperate to get out into the world and DO something with myself.

Almost on the spur of the moment, I joined the military. I didn't tell anyone right away because--thanks to Vietnam--being in the military was not a cool thing to do. I didn't care though, because I just wanted to leave and go somewhere else and do something else and be someone else. I ran into Sanka on the street four days before I was due to leave for boot camp and told him where I was going. This time it was his eyes that bugged out like mine had done.

"What you go and do a crazy thing like that for, mon?" he gasped and even felt my forehead to see if I had a fever. When he realized that it was all arranged and done and the contract was signed and I had already raised my hand, he insisted on having a going away party for me. He told me there was one other guy I needed to meet.

"I didn't tell you before, mon," he said, "It was no accident I came to Papa C's that night." I just looked at him, puzzled. "There was another guy you know who told me you were in a jam," Sanka explained. I thought of the couple of guys I jacked off with in high school and the guy from the high school in the next town who's cock I sucked. I wondered which of them it was. I'd seen them on the streets, but we never did do anything else with each other, and I thought that one of them had gotten a job in another city and had moved away. I'd gotten an apartment in the town next door to my hometown and so hadn't been back home in two years. I smiled, wondering how I could ever thank which ever it was for starting me on a road I was only too happy to keep traveling, but Sanka wouldn't tell me which one it was. He wanted to surprise me, which was something about him I'd gotten used to.

The party was a rip roaring one involving Mike and the other guys and we drank and smoked and danced and later turned the whole thing into one big orgy. I really don't remember how many times I got fucked, or how many butts I sank my own cock into or how many times. Then there was a knock on the door. I was in the bedroom and Sanka came in and told me my buddy was here. I almost ran from the bedroom to see which of my old school playmates it was. I almost broke into tears as I ran across the room to give him a hug....

It was Papa C.

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