My First...

His knowing eyes and his furtive smile told me that he remembered me. Seated at the football game on a chilly autumn day, one row behind me and about five seats away, I spotted him. Sure, he had aged some. He was beginning to go gray at the temples, and his hairline had receded only slightly. Yet I recognized him immediately. You never forget the man who took your virginity.

Ted lived in the house across from my parents and me when I was in high school. He was older than me, but by no more than ten years. Jesus, he was hot. From my bedroom window, I would salivate and rub my cock through my shorts while he washed his car shirtless on a hot summer day, sweat dripping down his hairy chest.

Nothing about Ted’s appearance gave any clue that he liked to fuck guys. He always had a string of girlfriends and a pack of über masculine buddies hanging around him. But there was something about the way Ted would look at me when I would bump into him on the street—like he wanted me, his eyes lingering over my barely-legal body. I told myself that it was just fantasy on my part, but my curiosity began to drive me mad.

I waited until I was eighteen. My parents were gone for the day. I walked across the street and knocked at Ted’s door. If he was surprised to see me, he didn’t show it. It was almost like he had been waiting for me to find the nerve to offer myself up to him. Brazenly, I asked if he might like to fuck me. Looking up and down the street cautiously, he pulled me inside. We didn’t make it past his living room couch, where he bent me over and deflowered me in an angry burst of testosterone and cum.

We kept it up frequently after that. I’d sneak out at night after my parents were in bed, and then tiptoe back in the house an hour later, Ted’s warm load squished between my ass cheeks. A few times, we got risky, and he fucked me at my parents’ house while they were at work—once on my bed, three times on my parents’ bed.

We often talked after he dumped his load in me, and a friendship of sorts soon developed between us. Ted was honest with me—he wasn’t romantically interested in guys. He just liked the brutal savagery of fucking another dude up the ass. I was happy to fulfill that role for him. I guess I was foolish to think it would last forever, but all good things must come to an end.

Her name was Heidi, and she was gorgeous. “She’s the one,” he told me one night after fucking me up against his kitchen counter. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.” He didn’t say that we would end, but I could see it in the cards. A for sale sign went up in his yard a month before the wedding. Heidi wanted a bigger house, a nicer neighborhood. Ted’s house sold in under a week, and then he was gone. I realized I would most likely never see him again.

Yet fate has found a way, and there was Ted, at the football game just a few seats away on that cold autumn day. I was with some friends from college. He was with some buddies, laughing and drinking beer. Though I recognized him immediately, I doubted he would remember me. I wasn’t the same eighteen-year-old k** he had fucked all those years ago. I had matured, put on some muscle, and now carried myself with the authority of a grown man.

So, I was a bit amused when, right after the joyous rigor of a touchdown, Ted happened to look my way. His eyes locked upon me, and there it was—the spark of recognition I craved accompanied by a furtive smile. I smiled back and then turned away sheepishly, suddenly that eighteen-year-old boy again. But when I mustered the confidence to steal another glance, I discovered Ted was still gazing at me. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me once more. And from the way Ted kept staring back at me, I could tell he wanted that, too.

Discreetly, I arose from my seat and nodded towards the men’s room above our section of bleachers. Ted gave a wink of comprehension. Two minutes later, he was standing next to me at a urinal, a herd of clueless guys releasing their beer-laden stream all around us.

“It’s too busy in here,” Ted whispered, looking around to be sure nobody was listening to us. “I’m parked just outside the gate. Windows are tinted. We can be back in our seats before anyone notices we’re gone.”

And so, I eagerly followed Ted to the parking lot, where he spit on his thick eight-incher and impaled me in the backseat of his SUV. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me again. I was transported back to the time he took my virginity all those years ago. His firm touch, his manly scent, the soft grunts he made with each thrust—it was like time had stood still for us.

Bent over the back seat, his strong hands digging into my shoulders, I moaned in ecstasy as Ted used my hole, pounding me frantically until his body began to quake. He grunted as the warm rush of his load released within my welcoming depths.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your hole,” Ted exhaled, pulling out of me. I grasped his left hand while attempting awkwardly to pull up my jeans over my used ass. And that’s when I noticed it—no wedding band.

“How’s Heidi?” I asked cautiously, staring at his naked ring finger.

“Oh—uh—she divorced me six months ago. She caught me jacking off to gay porn one night,” Ted answered with a shrug of resignation. “It was for the best. I’m finally learning to accept the man I am.”

“And what kind of man are you?” I asked, my eyebrow arched.

“A man who’d like to take you to dinner after the game,” Ted smiled, leaning in to taste my lips.