My First Time Deflowering My Best Friend’s Ass: A Sweaty September ’88
September 1988. Jérôme’s childhood bedroom. Hot, stuffy air clings to us. He’s on his stomach, big ass cheeks spread wide. His lightly hairy hole winks, dark and pulsing. He dips a spit-wet finger inside, sighing soft. ‘You wanna take me? Wanna fuck me?’ My heart hammers. Cock throbs, iron-hard. Those yellow Burlington socks still on his feet. I peel them off slow. Lean in. Suck his right foot’s toes, one by one. He moans. ‘Oh yeah, slut, yeah… Look, you’re making my ass wet…’
I’m seconds from blowing. Wrist flick would do it. But I hold back. Flashback hits. Phone rang early. Jérôme, college buddy from school days. End of summer scorch in Essonne. ‘Come over, watch films.’ Shared loves: movies, dark humor. Shower, shave, light clothes. Sweat through my black Lacoste polo by the RER station. Short ride. Ring his beige pavilion door. He’s stocky, dark, serious face, big brown eyes. Short blue, white tee. ‘You look beat by the heat.’ Ice-cold Cokes. Salon cool, shutters half-closed. Alone—parents at work, sis in Ireland.
The Approach
Terminator on VHS. But he’s distracted. Side-glances, flushed. ‘Not into the film?’ Cuts TV. ‘Wanna talk in my room?’ Upstairs, small space dominated by double bed. Sit side by side. He stares at rough carpet. ‘Ever wanted to fuck a guy?’ Silence crushes. Him? Straight as arrow, ex-girlfriends galore. Room thickens—sweat stains, body smells, undone sheets. His eyes lock mine. Tense. I say no. He admits yes. ‘Wanna try with me?’ Shock. His shorts tented. Mine stirs. Tingles low. His hand on my thigh. ‘Turns you on too.’ Faces close. Lips meet. Tongues dance natural, hungry. Hands roam. Fingers tweak nipples. He confesses jerking to this. I unzip him. Stroke through briefs. ‘Yeah, stroke my cock…’
Polo off, jeans gone. Naked, I sprawl. He laps pits, sucks tits, spits on my leaking head. ‘Pretty cock, slut. So wet.’ Dirty talk ignites. ‘What you want, whore?’ Tongue out. He feeds me my sweat. Fingers balls, ass rim. Makes me suck it. Begs for pleas. ‘Suck me, please!’ He teases navel, then engulfs. Gags on thickness. I buck, explode down his throat. Snowball kiss shares cum.
The Instant
My turn. Flip him. Huge hairy balls, uncut cock dripping. Lick, suck sensitive head. He yelps. ‘Too much!’ Slap ass. ‘Fuck my ass?’ Condom from drawer. Roll it on. ‘Turn over!’ Ass up, pillow under. Finger-fuck him. He bucks. Gland presses hole.
No backing out now. Fear mixes thrill. Heart pounds wild. His hole resists. I push. He cries, ‘Too big! Hurts!’ Clamp hand over mouth. Sink deep. Bottom out. He sucks my finger. I thrust. He strokes himself. ‘Fuck my ass! Harder!’ Pounding builds. Slaps, hair pulls. Ass clenches. We cum roaring. Spermy sheets.
Exhausted collapse. Cum, sweat, ass stink fills room. Shower together, buddies again. Clean sheets. Salon chat. ‘What’d Melanie think?’ My girl, prude. ‘Still want her. And you.’ Innocence shattered. Horizons wide. No regrets.
