First Time

Ken’s senses were reeling. The kissing, the touching, and, most importantly, Joe telling him exactly what he wanted. This was all so different from his fantasies – so much better.

He took a deep breath and twisted so that he was above Joe, kneeling between his opened legs. He reached down and touched Joe’s hard cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure from his friend.

Right. Somehow he had to get his cock up Joe’s arse. Ken knew the theory of this, and he had been enlightened by Joe and Phil’s performance, but he still knew that his practical experience was nil.

He took a deep breath, grabbed his cock and pushed forward, causing Joe to yell and scoot backwards. “Ken, what the hell are you trying to do?” Joe was furious. That had hurt!

“What you wanted me to!” Ken was surprised. Joe had asked for that. What the hell was he complaining about now.

“Yeah, but you can’t just stick it in without a little preparation!”

“I thought you had! You asked for it!”

Joe sat up and put one hand over his eyes. This was going to be harder than he thought. Surely Ken had some experience? Something?

“Ken, I think we need to start from the beginning here.”

“I did some research. But... I thought I knew. When I saw you and Phil I realised that there was a whole lot left out.”

“What research, Ken?” Joe’s voice was a mixture of patience and exhasperation. He should have known. After all, this was Ken he was with. He knew what he was like.

Ken blushed. “Magazines. Some books.”

Realisation dawned on Joe. “Porn magazines and those extremely helpful public health books on sexual responsibility and safety? Ken nodded. “No fucking wonder.” He saw his friend’s face fall and reached out to take him in his arms. Ken gratefully sank into the embrace and Joe pressed kisses over his face and lips. “Ken, you have to understand – there’s a lot that’s left out. When guys are together, the most important thing you can have is a tube of lubricant. Without it, the pain isn’t worth the pleasure. You can’t just shove yourself into an arse. Need to prepare it.”

“Phil didn’t.” Pointed out Ken.

“You didn’t see everything. We’d been fucking for a while before he decided to take me outside. Trust me, I was entirely ready for him.”
“I’m sorry, Joe. I didn’t realise.” That totally dejected look was back on Ken’s face, and Joe could feel how that dejection had affected his cock.

No more of that! Joe was entirely impressed with Ken’s cock. He badly wanted that thick length deeply inside him – and if he was going to get soft every time Ken lost confidence, then they would have a problem. Joe decided to do something about it.

He reached his hand down and started to caress Ken even as he pulled him in for a deep kiss. “No, Ken. It’s me who should apologise. I keep forgetting. I’ve wanted you for so long and I’d always assumed that you and Jun were getting it on together. I had absolutely no idea just how little you know.” This time it was Ken who initiated the kiss. Ken whose hand dropped to touch, and Joe moaned helplessly in his friend’s grasp.

He deepened the kiss, his own hand squeezing Ken’s cock, pulling on it. Ken’s touch was surer now, and Joe knew that it wasn’t going to be Ken who couldn’t wait this time. Breaking away from the kiss, Joe’s head tipped back as he thrust into Ken’s hand, crying out as he felt himself cum, seeing Ken’s hand and thigh covered with his seed. His own hand could feel Ken start to jerk slightly and Joe couldn’t wait.

He pushed Ken back slightly and, bending down, took his cock into his mouth.

Joe felt himself grow hard again as he took Ken into his mouth, sucking and licking, his hand stroking Ken’s balls, moving slightly to press against the puckered opening his arse.

Ken’s hand tightened on Joe’s cock convulsively, and he felt Joe grow hot and hard. He was moaning himself, feeling Joe’s mouth on him. This was so much better than wanking. Much better than the rubbing he and Joe had indulged in. And Joe was obviously enjoying himself so much. Ken then discovered that some things are instinctive. He moved his hands to Joe’s shoulders and was thrusting up into that wet talented mouth. “Joe,” Ken moaned desperately, thrusting harder and harder.

Joe raised his head and gave him a quick kiss. “Enjoying?”

“Fuck, yes. I had no idea...”

Joe smiled slowly and put his fingers to Ken’s mouth. Only partly realising what he was dong, Ken sucked on them, marvelling that even that action was making Joe moan and thrust into Ken’s hand. “God, Ken. I can’t wait to feel that mouth on my cock.” He removed his fingers and they kissed again, before Joe returned to Ken’s cock.

This time, however, his fingers returned to Ken’s arse, playing with it before gently slipping one slick finger inside, and Ken cried out with the additional sensations that came as Joe continued to suck his cock, and fingerfuck him. One finger, then two, and all the time, that wonderful mouth doing incredible things to his cock.

Ken screamed as Joe’s fingers touched something deep inside him, bringing the most intense jolt of pleasure he had ever felt. Joe looked up again, his own arousal evident and feed by Ken’s. “Prostate. Imagine what it’s like when a cock hits that. Then you’ll know why I like guys better than girls.”

Ken was gasping. “Joe, it was...”

“Yeah. Now, if you don’t mind. I have something to finish off here.” He pointedly looked at Ken’s hand grasping his own cock. “And so do you. You had better make me cum, Gatchaman or you’re gonna have one pissed off Condor.”

He bent to his task and Ken smiled. So, the Condor had issued a challenge had he? This was an area in which Ken was supremely confident. He tightened his grip and started to tough roughly on Joe’s cock, at the same time feeling that wonderful sucking on his own.

He decided to let Joe win this one. After all, given the circumstances, a pissed off, extremely aroused Condor could lead to some interesting situations.

He continued to stroke Joe, but mostly gave himself up to the intense pleasure that he was being given.

With a yell to rival Joe’s earlier efforts, Ken came into Joe’s mouth – at the same time wondering what it tasted like and his own hand squeezed Joe harder, and he felt Joe cum, for the second time on his hand.

His previous thoughts came to mind again, and, as Joe rose, licking Ken’s cum from the corner of his mouth, Ken brought his hand to his own mouth, licking at the fluid there.

Joe groaned his own desire flaming again as he saw Ken licking his hand, knowing what he was tasting, and Joe returned to his task of licking Ken’s cock clean. Then, with another of those wicked grins, he allowed his tongue to go where his fingers had been earlier.

He was rewarded by another shout from Ken and Joe finally rose and started to kiss his friend again, making sure that their cocks were rubbing against each other.

Ken was a screamer. Joe started to plan how many things he could do to hear that passionate scream again. He revised his previous estimates. He had nothing to do for forty-eight hours. Except Ken.