My First Time - Sex Stories

My First Time

There he was, sitting on the couch in my living room. God, he was so hot...tall, buff and anxious. I didn't want to admit it but I knew what he was anxious for. His name was Brock and there he sat on my couch, barefoot, dressed in kaki cargo pants and a tight blue t-shirt. I noticed his eyes wandering towards me. I was just in Levis shorts and a white T-shirt. "So," Brock said, almost startling me when he broke the long, awkward silence. "You want a massage?" The question caught me off guard more than Brock's wandering eyes. Here we were, trying to come up with some ideas for new music to write but neither of us could come up with anything we liked. Defensively, at first, I replied, "I don't see how that would help us right now. Alexis needs that material for her words and besides..." "Besides what?" Brock asked me mischievously. I stopped right there. Besides what, I asked myself? My shoulders were sore from the band practice earlier. I looked at Brock's face, cool and sexy as he sat there, so relaxed looking at me in a way I've never seen another man look at me before. At the time I didn't know what it meant so I just nervously turned away. Nervous at how he made me feel...at the way he looked at me, the suggestive way he sat there, as if inviting me to sit near him. The thought of sitting on the floor, between Brock's legs while he rubbed my back and shoulders began to scare me. It scared me because I wanted to do just that. Besides, my muscles ached from the hard ...

... practice our band had done earlier that night. Naively and perhaps innocently, I succumbed to his call. "Yeah, OK, a massage would relax me..." I finally said as I looked into his hungry eyes. "Good," Brock smiled, "Lie down on the floor." A zillion thoughts came rushing through my mind at once. Why did this feel so strange? Why was Brock even asking me for this? Cautiously, I knelt down at his feet, as I lay forward down onto my belly on the floor. He was almost immediately on top of me in an almost pouncing motion. On his knees, Brock was straddling me, my legs between his as he began to knead my shoulders. I have to admit, I've never been so turned so much in my life. I was afraid to admit it, though even to myself. So I just lay there, motionless, almost breathless as Brock started working his way down my body with his hands. When he reached my waist, I felt him grab the bottom of my t-shirt. "This really works better without clothes," Brock said as he started to pull it up my body. My body tensed up immediately in response. "No, no," his smooth voice whispered above my ear. "Just relax." Still scared I closed my eyes. Humming to himself, Brock pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I wiggled around until it was completely off. Then I almost pee my pants when he leaned over and rested his head against mine. It was a bit uncomfortable lying on the floor the in this way. Especially when my cock began to harden, pressing down against the floor. I was glad I was on my belly, though ...