Tim’s Origins 4: Coitus Interruptus

He promised he’d be my first. The experience started with sharp pain but quickly became an ecstasy I’d never imagined. And just when I was completely lost in the moment, our bedroom door opened. Suddenly we weren’t a couple anymore; we were a live show on display, and that shame… it became a whole new kind of thrill.

From Cushy Kid to Concrete Jungle
The Runaway 1 – Discovering My Sexuality
The Runaway 2 – The Price of Freedom
Coitus Interruptus
Let the Grown-Ups Talk
Good Night, Dear Loneliness
Happy Birthday

I bet after the last chapter, some of you have a new nickname for me: “The little slut.” Hehe. Honestly? I don’t blame you. But let me tell you something: That was just the warm-up.

Sure, when I read it today, a lot of that time sounded like a damn exciting adventure. And yeah, those first sexual discoveries were hot, no question. But don’t forget the other side. All the stress, the constant fear… and hey, I was 14. I felt like a total adult, but I just wasn’t.

During that time, I basically boarded the express train of sexual discovery – with a one-way ticket. Was I precocious? Probably not. But the circumstances left me no other choice than to grow up damn fast.

But enough talk. You want to know what happens next, right? Buckle up.

After all the crazy shit that happened – the fight, the “rent” realization, the threesome – you’d think the place was about to blow up. But guess again. The situation at Alex’s place actually improved after that, almost normalized.

Sure, as three guys in a tiny space, of course, there were fights. Sometimes over the bathroom, sometimes over some bullshit while gaming. But it was nothing serious, just the usual testosterone nonsense. The best thing, though, was the change in our dynamic. Before, we were kind of two pairs. Suddenly, we were a real threesome. A unit, but this time with three members.

And with that, a kind of pecking order developed all by itself. It was unspoken, but clear to all of us: Alex was the boss in his apartment, the undisputed Number 1. Then came Kev as Number 2. And me? I was just Number 3. Others might say I was the lowest on the totem pole, but I honestly never saw it that way. I have to admit, the role felt somehow natural to me. Alex provided the safe harbor, Kev was the loud leader of the two of us, and I was just… okay with it in that constellation. It felt right.

The days themselves were pretty much the same. Gaming until the console was glowing, me buried in my books, and we lived off cheap fast food and pasta. But one thing did change: I started to regularly clean the place up. Not because I suddenly became a neat freak, but eventually, no one else was doing it, and the chaos became too much even for me. And believe me, I’m really not picky about that stuff.

From Boy-Pussy to Pussyboy

It was a normal afternoon a few days later. As was often the case lately, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes, which had piled up again. I was only wearing a long T-shirt – don’t ask me why I didn’t have boxers on underneath, I’ve honestly forgotten. It was probably just comfortable that way, or I just didn’t have any clean ones left.

Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around me from behind. It was Kev. He rests his head on my shoulder and whispers, “Oh, the wifey’s at work.” I felt his sweet smile more than I saw it and immediately blushed. At the same time, his hand landed on my naked ass and his fingers slowly wandered into my crack.

“‘Really hot ass,’ he mumbled. ‘We should really see how this boy-pussy feels, what do you think?'”

And there it was. The announcement I had been waiting for. Since the threesome, I knew it would happen. And the honest answer in my head was: Yes, I wanted it. Damn, how I wanted it. I wanted to feel Kev inside me, to give myself to him completely.

So I bit my lower lip, swallowed all my shame, and answered quietly, “If that’s what my man wants, then I guess we should test that.”

My answer was the green light. Kev didn’t hesitate for a second. He turned me gently to face him, pressed his lips onto mine, and pulled me with him to the bed. What followed was pure fire. We kissed like there was no tomorrow, we blew each other… just the full program.

At some point, I was lying on my stomach. Suddenly, I feel his tongue travel down my back. He bit my ass cheek lightly, just a little nip. And before I could really process it, he was eating my ass.

This was the first time my ass was being eaten. And wow, that felt so fucking good. I was on cloud nine. Suddenly, I felt his tongue looking for the way into my ass. My sphincter tightened up completely at first, a reflex. But then I started to relax and just enjoy it.

But then, at the peak of this feeling, I heard Kev’s voice, totally dry: “I think someone needs to douche.”

BAM. I startled and in the same moment, shame shot into my face. Shit. I was dirty. And “shit” really hit the nail on the head in that moment.

I wanted to sink into the floor. But Kev didn’t laugh. He stroked my shoulder. “Hey, relax. Totally normal. Of course you weren’t prepared. Have you ever douched before?”

Of course not. How would I have? So we went into the bathroom together. He explained everything, showed me Alex’s anal douche. And guys, let me tell you: The first time is a damn weird affair. But I have to admit, that feeling of the body-temperature water slowly filling your ass also had something… interestingly hot about it. But with an audience? And let’s be honest, who likes to shit with an audience? Nobody. Period. So at some point, I sent him out. When I was alone, I was just astonished at how long the whole thing takes until you’re really clean. I realized how much shit we actually have inside us. :))

When I was finally done, I went back. The whole douching-action was a real buzzkill, obviously. But when I saw Kev lying on the bed, smiling at me, the embarrassing moment was forgotten.

He said with a mischievous voice, “Oh, the waiting made my dick all small again… but I think you probably have a solution for that?”

I didn’t have to answer. I knelt between his legs and showed him what a good blowjob is. His soft moans showed me that it was working. At some point, he pulled me to the side so we were lying on our sides. And suddenly, I felt his lips on my dick. A completely new experience. Only later did I learn that this is called a 69. :))

While we were busy, he suddenly held his flat hand in front of my face: “Spit hard on it!”

I was astonished for a second, but just did it. The next moment, I felt his spit-covered fingers on my asshole, how he gently massaged it and then slowly tried to let one finger penetrate.

Dude… Ooooh. Ooooh. Hot. Hot. Hot. There was no better word.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice that I should get into doggystyle. I obeyed immediately. He rummaged around in the nightstand. “What’s up?” – “Oh, Alex has his lube here somewhere.” A few seconds later, I felt something cold on my asshole and he started to really stretch me. It twinged a bit, but the incredible horniness immediately covered it up again.

Then he gently pressed my upper body flat onto the bed, so my ass was in the air. He lubed up his dick and positioned himself at my entrance.

ZAP. A stabbing pain shot through me. I cried out. But Kev stopped immediately, caressed my back. “Stay calm, little one. Breathe. It’ll pass quickly.” And he kept his word. He waited until my body had gotten used to the feeling.

And then… then he pushed deeper and deeper into me. And guys, I can tell you: I’ve often thought with things, “Wow, that’s hot,” or “You can’t top that”. But this feeling… this feeling of being completely filled by him, it just put everything, truly EVERYTHING, I had ever known into the shadows.

He was really incredibly gentle. But after a few minutes of this “beginner fucking,” I felt this weird pressure. “Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom for a second.”

I sat on the toilet, 100% sure I had to shit. But… nothing came out. Seriously?, I thought. I just interrupted the hottest experience of my life for this non-shit?

I went back. There he lay, grinning widely. “You know the game. This thing has to get hard again!”

On a whim, I answered: “Yes, Sir!“

The first time I ever called him that. And it felt damn right. 🙂 So back to work, until he turned me around and we were at it again. This time without hesitation, without pain. It was a rush.

From the Bed into the Shop Window

We were so in our own world, we were completely oblivious to our surroundings. Not the apartment door opening, nor the voices in the hallway. We had forgotten to close the bedroom door. We were lying there like we were on display.

Suddenly, a voice tears through the silence. Alex. “Hey Kev, I see you’ve finally shown the little one how to be a good bottom. I like it!”

We both flinched. Kev immediately pulled his dick out of me. My God, was that embarrassing. And it wasn’t just that we were caught. It was who caught us. Next to Alex stood an older guy – his colleague Tom, as I later found out.

If it had just been Alex, okay, whatever. But a complete stranger? That was a whole other level. We stood up as fast as we could, while the two in the doorway just laughed. Quickly wrapped towels around our waists. Kev tried to save the situation with the dumbest sentence possible: “Hi, Alex, you’re here already?”

Shortly after, the four of us were sitting in the living room, embarrassed and in shorts. Alex and Tom with a beer, us with a Coke. To break the silence, I stammered some nonsense. You really only talk crap in situations like that.

The two of them just laughed again. Tom said, “Hey, someone with such a cute ass doesn’t have to apologize for anything.” I felt the blush shoot into my face again.

But the longer the evening went on, the more the shame subsided. The mood became relaxed. We talked, drank, gamed a bit. It was a totally nice evening after that. I loved how Kev kept putting his arm around me. And Tom, although he was quite a bit older, was really cool. He said he lived on an old farm outside the city.

Towards the end, he said to me with a grin, “But I really didn’t think I’d get to see such a hot show today.”

And there it was again, the shame. But this time it was different. It wasn’t just embarrassing anymore. Somehow… it was also hot. The thought that he had seen us and liked it… had something to it.

The evening was really chill. Eventually, Tom said his goodbyes, and we decided to go to bed, all three of us together. On the way there, Alex nudged Kev and said with a grin, “Hey Kev, it’s late today, but in the next few days, you’ll have to lend me your little one’s ass.”

Kev just laughed, answered, “Sure!”, and smiled mischievously at me.

My heart did a little jump. It wasn’t a threat anymore. It was a promise. It was an absolutely exciting day. And as the three of us lay in bed, arms and legs entangled, everything felt right. Completely right. With this feeling of security, we then fell asleep.