First Time For Everything
Oz sat back on a loveseat and silently observed the rest of the rowdy party-
goers. Some idiot was dancing drunkenly on top of a glass coffee table as his
friends shouted obscenities at him. In the corner some big guy was busy taking
advantage of an inebriated girl that couldn't have been much older than Oz.
This was the third party on the third night that he and Devon had been there.
Devon had bragged that his cousin's house was Party Central, but this was
getting ridiculous. The parties usually started around seven at night and
lasted well into the morning. Oz couldn't even begin to count how many people
showed up to these things.
He couldn't believe that he would be here for another three days. He looked
back and cursed the conversation that had gotten him strung into embarking on
this little escapade. "Come on, Oz!" Devon had whined. "It's Spring Break,
we're sophomores, live a little."
"Oz!" Devon's voice cut into Oz's hated thoughts. His best friend stood before
him, one of his arms wrapped around the waist of a pretty blond. The other was
casually draped around the shoulders of a short brunette. The bottle he held
in his hand was rested on her full breast that was heaving up and down with
giddy excitement. "Oz, my man, this.." Devon nuzzled the neck of the tall
blond, who giggled in return, "..is Marie. And this..." he tapped his beer
bottle against the other girl's breast, "..is Tammy."
Oz groaned inwardly. He knew this to be another one of Devon's lame attempts
to set him up with some vapid teeny-bopper. He wasn't sure if he could take
three more days of this. "Tammy," Devon said to the girl. "This is Oz. He
plays lead guitar in my band." Tammy giggled and plopped down next to Oz.
"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed, running her hand down Oz's arm. "I love guitar
players. Especially Alex Van Halen. Who do you like the best?" Oz didn't
answer her retarded question, he just shot Devon an I-hate-you look. Devon
ignored it and winked at him.
"Well, we're going to let you two get to know each other a little better,"
Devon said, staring down into Marie's cleavage. "Have fun," he grinned at Oz
before leading the bubbly girl away.
"So," Tammy said, clutching his upper arm. "Do you have a car?" Oz visibly
flinched at her question, but she didn't seem to notice.
Oz decided not to even waste a good excuse on this girl. He wrenched his arm
free of her grasp and said, "You know what? I forgot that I promised my mom I
would call her. I'm gonna go do that. Now." With that he jumped up and rushed
off without looking back.
Oz made his way up the stairs to the second story of the house. He was careful
not to trip over the splayed limbs of a couple that was making out on the
stairs. He shook his head in self pity. He didn't know how he let Devon talk
him in to this kind of shit. Oz enjoyed a good hootenanny as much as the next
sixteen year old guy, but three nights in a row and a promise for more was
just a little too much for him.
When he got to the door of the room he and Devon were sharing for their stay,
he put his ear to it. He could clearly hear the tell-tale sounds coming from
inside. Quickly, he backed away from the door and made his way further down
the hall to the master bedroom. He repeated the process with that door, and
entered when he didn't hear anything.
He stepped inside the four foot enclosed entryway and shut the door behind
him. He let out a relieved sigh as he twisted the door knob lock into place.
Turning, he quickly made his way into the open space of the room, but he
stopped when he saw that he wasn't alone.
On the king-sized bed lay a tall lanky guy, stretched out comfortably and
puffing away on a cigarette that dangled from his lips. He had shaggy brown
hair that fell over his forehead and a little willie under his lower lip was
the only facial hair on his otherwise clean face.
"Sorry, man. I didn't know that room was occupied," Oz said, preparing to turn
and leave the room.
"S'okay, dude," the guy said, raising a hand to stop his departure. "You can
hang here too. Plenty of room to go around."
"Hey, Pike!" Oz heard a voice call out from the open bathroom door. A second
later a guy with greasy brown hair and an olive drab army coat appeared in the
doorway. "Max has, like, a stack of skin mags under the sink." The newcomer
walked further into the room and threw one of the said magazines at his
"I'm Pike," the guy on the bed told Oz, ignoring the 'Hustler' in his lap.
"This is my compadre, Benny."
"I'm Oz," he introduced himself.
Benny waved shortly before jumping onto the bed and landing next to Pike with
a series of bounces. Oz quirked an eyebrow at his verve before seating himself
at the foot of the bed.
"So, Oz, do you go to Hemrey?" Pike asked as he took a silver flask out of the
breast pocket of his flannel. He offered it to Oz first, who declined with a
wave of his hand, and then took a sip.
"No, I'm from Sunnydale," Oz told him.
"Sunny-who?" Benny asked.
"Yeah, I didn't think you looked like a Los Angeles native," Pike said,
ignoring his friend's question and handing him the flask to shut him up. Benny
in turn tipped the flask over his mouth and poured out half of it's contents.
He let out a loud 'aaaahhhh' and winced at the burn the liquor had left behind
in his throat.
"Is it that obvious?" Oz asked, laying back on the bed.
"Only to the other non-natives. I'm originally from Ohio, but I move around a
lot," Pike said.
"Bullshit, man!" Benny cried. "The only places you been to before you came
here were Phoenix and some bumfuck town in Alabama." Pike sneered at Benny
before focusing on Oz again.
"Let me guess, you got tired of the all of the drunken valley girls," Pike
"How did ya guess?" Oz asked with a wry smile.
"What sane person wouldn't?!" Benny practically yelled. "The only thing that
those silly bitches are good for is bouncin' in my lap."
Oz cringed a little at Benny's phrasing and the thought.
"Hey, Pike," Benny said, leaning back against the large, fluffy pillows behind
him. "Light up."
"Oh, yeah," Pike seemed to remember and pulled a loosely rolled joint from his
pocket. He popped it into his mouth and lit up. The pungent scent hit Oz's
nostrils immediately. Pike leaned forward, offering the joint to Oz, who
didn't hesitate in accepting it.
Oz passed it on to Benny. As he puffed on it greedily, Pike picked up the
earlier discarded porn mag and opened it to the centerfold. His eyes seemed to
bulge out of his head at what he saw. He accepted the joint from Benny and
took a couple of puffs before passing it back to Oz. "Man," Pike said, his
voice strained as he held the harsh smoke in. "If I..." he exhaled quickly,
"..didn't have penis envy before, I have it now." Benny leaned over Pike's
shoulder as he turned the mag in different angles. "I guess what they say
about black guys is true," Pike joked.
"Looks purple to me," Benny said before bursting into a fit of laughter. Pike
joined him and threw the mag at Oz. "Check that out, man."
About two joints and a bunch of fits of laughter later, Oz, his head rested on
his arms, stared transtixedly at Pike. After much thought, he figured out
where he was trying to place him. "Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look
like that guy on 90210?" he asked Pike, who automatically flinched.
"Yeah," he said, a little grumpily.
"No, I mean, if you cleaned up some and got a Porsche, you'd be him," Oz
"Yeah! I know! I was almost mobbed by a group of thirteen year olds at the
mall. I think I get it." Pike snatched up the remote on the nightstand and
flipped on the TV. Automatically, the sounds of a woman moaning filled the
room, followed by the picture on the screen coming in clearly.
"Yes! Porn channel!" Benny said, sitting up for a better view. Pike smiled and
set the remote down. Oz flinched inwardly, but turned to watch the scene like
any normal guy would do. His mouth dropped open when he saw a buxom blond
getting done in both ends and screaming in pleasure.
As the scene progressed, Oz was fairly ashamed to feel his pants become
tighter in the crotch. Normally, this kinda stuff didn't faze him, but he had
consumed a good amount of herb that night, and his little friend was
disregarding his normally laid back demeanor. The camera moved in for a close
up of both men slamming into both of the woman's lower orifices. Oz bit his
lower lip and turned to ask Pike if he was really enjoying this. His question
was answered by the look of lust on his face. He didn't even venture to look
Oz turned back to the screen and looked on glassy eyed as his erection grew
painfully. He started when he felt the shifting on the bed, but didn't turn to
see who had made the move. He nearly shrieked like a woman with surprise as
his bulge was cupped. His head snapped to the right and he saw Pike hovering
over him on his hands and knees. He only got out an 'eep' of surprise before
his mouth was covered with Pike's hungry one. Pike's fingers danced over Oz's
hard member through the material of his jeans as his warm tongue slipped into
his mouth. No, no, no, stop, stop, stop Oz chanted in his head, but made no
move to stop the other man. His hands gripped onto the bedspread when he heard
his own zipper being pulled down.
"Relax," Pike whispered before delving his hand into Oz's pants and between
the opening of his boxers to grip his prominent erection. Pike moved himself
between Oz's legs and both hands went to the waist of his jeans to pull them
down to his knees. All the while Oz was having a little argument with himself.
Dude, you gotta stop this.
But why? It feels good
But you're not gay.
No, but maybe I'm bi
Eh, why not?
His thoughts were cut off when he felt Pike's wet tongue flick across the head
of his hyper-sensitive cock. With all of his self control, he kept himself
from thrusting up into Pike's face. If someone did that to him, it would
really annoy him. Oz felt more movement on the bed and opened his eyes to see
Benny scrambling off of the bed as Pike's mouth enclosed around the head of
A thousand sensations ran through Oz's body as Pike took more and more of him,
gently cupping his balls. His fingers danced over the thin sac and Oz moaned
in response. He let his eyes drift open into slits to see Benny rummaging in
the nightstand drawer for something. When he found it, he held up a bottle of
lube triumphantly. By now he couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward into
Pike's hot mouth, in return the other boy pulled back until only the head was
in his mouth. He smiled around his toy, when Oz groaned in protest. Teasingly,
Pike swirled his tongue around, but did not take him any further. He wanted to
wait for Benny.
Oz continued to try and thrust forward into Pike's mouth, but Pike was having
none of it. Oz watched, shaking in desire, as Benny shed his jacket and shirt
and proceeded to unzip and pull down Pike's pants. Benny noticed Oz watching
him and made a big show out of what he was doing. He raised the bottle of lube
and squirted a large amount into his palm. Quickly discarding the bottle, his
rubbed his hands to together and greased over his engorged prick. He gave the
same attention to Pike, spreading his cheeks with one hand as he spread the
lube over his puckered anus. (hee hee, I did it, I finally did it!)
Pike groaned around Oz's straining shaft as he felt Benny enter him slowly,
stretching him. Hungrily, he plunged his mouth down around Oz, relaxing his
throat muscles as it hit. He sucked like a Hoover, gaining a loud moan from
Oz. Benny's slick hand snaked around to grip Pike as he started pounding into
his ass at a fast rate.
Oz could hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin and looked down to see
Pike's head bobbing vigorously up and down. His toes curled and his fingers
gripped the bedspread again as he fought back his orgasm. He figured that it
would be rude to come before the other two even really got started. He didn't
know if he would be able to pull it off with the feel of Pike's tongue running
furiously over the underside of his cock.
In a time old rhythm, Pike thrust forward into Benny's hand and then back into
his pelvis. His mouth was full of Oz's cock and he sucked as hard as he could
as he felt the tension growing in his own balls. Benny was jerking behind him
spasmodically now and when he felt his friend/lover unload deep inside him, he
thrust one more time and joined him in his orgasm.
Pike's hand tightened around Oz's base as his mouth worked him over. When he
felt Pike slump forward and his teeth scrape against his sensitive member, he
lost it, shooting his come down the other man's throat. Pike swallowed
hungrily, only a small amount escaping his mouth to dribble down his chin.
Completely spent, Oz let his muscles untense as Pike sagged to the floor.
Benny sat in a trembling heap, his back against the bed. Leaning forward,
Benny licked the small trail of Oz's semen off his friend's chin and smiled.
"Mmmm, salty," he said and fell back again.
Oz started when he heard someone banging on the door. "Hey, Oz! You in there?
Man, Tammy's pissed!" Oz laid back again and chuckled to himself. His eyes
drifted closed as he listened to Devon yelling at him through the door. Maybe
he would get a chance to explore this new discovery in his sexuality further.
Maybe with that dick behind the door, but for right now, all he wanted to do