PREFACE:
Hello everyone, here is my first erotic story I've ever written. It's actually been therapeutic and erotic for my to write this so let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy these two characters as much as I do, and please enjoy this chapter, thanks!!
CHAPTER 1: A SPECIAL SURPRISE AT THE DOCK
19… I never knew turning nineteen would feel this, meh. I looked around my room at my family with eager eyes watching as I blew out the candles adorning my double fudge chocolate cake. The scent of sugar emanated from the cake directly to my nose. I feigned smiles as my mother cut each member of my family a slice in front of me.
“Can you believe it, 19 already, wow.” She shook her head to herself, and I glanced at her with a smile.
The cake tasted like sugar, too sweet for the mood I was in, which was crap. Birthdays to everyone always seemed so special and important, but for me it was just a reminder of one glaring fact that I tried to forget, that I, August Glare, at 19, was still a virgin.
It didn’t seem like the biggest issue to me when I was alone with my thoughts, but to my friends and reddit, it made it feel like some crazy misstep I’d taken.
“What’s wrong with you August, a virgin STILL?”
“Oh August, have you made out with anyone yet, you’re practically 20.”
“Auggy baby, guys will still put their dicks in anything that moves, and they still don’t want you.”
It was easy to laugh off these comments to everyone’s face but deep down, ya it sucked. I am 19 now, and still haven’t had my first kiss. I haven’t felt the warm breath down my neck as a new boy explored my body. Opening me up like a present and studying me like a map, every crevice, every pore. I wanted that lust I’d read about in Giovanni’s Room and the shock of Elio discovering Oliver felt the same way about him. I wanted that, but instead I just felt alone.
***
After cake, I headed upstairs to our cabin in New Hampshire. It was situated on a lake near the New York state border and gleamed in the summers. The water was always warmer than the air.
BING BING
My phone buzzed and I looked down to see who’d be texting me past midnight, Atticus. He was my neighbor here for as long as I remember. He was the first person to actually ever ask me if I was gay, which was shocking since he played lacrosse and football in high school. On the outside, back at his home, he was always the “tough guy”, but here he seemed to let loose and just be himself. He wasn’t “Atticus the Quarterback”, he was just Atti, my friend that sucked at wakeboarding, but was impeccably good at tubing.
DUDE UR 19 AHHHHH
WE NEED TO CELEBRATE
DOCK TONIGHT?
I was always game.
DUH DOWN IN 5
Opening the door to outside was a breath of fresh air. It was slightly humid, but with a cool chill. My favorite. I had quickly changed to my bathing suit, just in case we swam. The dock was always Atti’s favorite spot, especially at night, private and a tad unnerving.
I could already see him sitting on my dock, two wine glasses in his hand and my favorite bottle of Matua, for a lax bro, he would make a very classy housewife. When he heard my foot step on the creaky bottom stair he whipped around, exhaling and smiling at me. Although I wasn’t terribly unattractive, Atti blew me out of the water. His hair was blonde, and his skin much tanner than mine. His skin had a glow you could see from a mile away, and his eyes were blue, but a dark blue almost unnatural like the oceans of Greece. He stood at 6’2” and although it is cliche, he was genuinely carved by michelangelo himself. He studied me as I walked down the steps with his classic smirk. He didn’t have a shirt on, but that was expected, Atti rarely wore a shirt at the lake.
“Hey bubblebut”.
I blushed.
Ever since 6th grade, Atti noticed my but to be quite bigger than his, and he decided to never let me forget.
“Hey asshole.”
Atti smirked.
“Miss me.”
“Terribly”, I responded, not being very sarcastic. “How was your season?” I continued.
“Fine, fine. You know I hate talking about that shit here. I just wanna tubeee man.”
“Ya cuz that’s all you're good at.” Atti smirked and play punched me.
“You know that’s a big insecurity of mine. Star athlete of Villanova, but can’t stand up on a wakeboard. A true tragedy.” Atti poured us both a glass of wine.
“Even sadder tragedy than Romeo and Juliet they say.”
Atti laughed, “Some do.”
Atticus always knew how to cheer me up, but even being around him tonight couldn’t pull me entirely from my funk. I was still thinking about being 19 and my virginity. Atti was gorgeous, he told me all the time about the girls from back home. They were skinny, blonde, and had huge tits. None of which I also possessed.
“Aug, why do you seem down. Usually I’m in the shitty mood.”
“Me-oh-nah- it’s nothing, really…”
Atti squinted, he was studying me, his gaze crushed me like I was 10 miles below sea level.
“Atti, you know, I just would have liked to spend 19 not single, you know, maybe with someone.”
Atti laughed, “You’re with me dude.”
“I meant more than that, you know, like a boyfriend.”
“Oh,” was all he said.
I smiled, sad but discernible.
“Aug you can’t be sad, you’ll find someone. You’re too cool.”
“Ya Atti, ok.”
Silence.
More silence.
And even more.
And then, the most embarrassing thing I could have done, tears. They started to stream from my eyes. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t control it. I just kept thinking about my life, seeing me 80 and alone, never feeling the skin of someone else.
“Aug, don’t cry, please.”
“I-I’m sorry. This just sucks. And I feel like no one gets it. All my guy friends have body counts of like 26 and I’m here at zero.”
“Stop Aug. Seriously.”
“I haven’t even kissed anyone,” my hands shot up to my mouth in disbelief. I just uttered my truth to Atti.
He sat back, looking at me. Just pondering.
And then, he laughed.
What, I thought.
“Why the hell are you laughing?”
“Aug, it’s just a kiss. It’s easy, c’mon. Anyone can do it.”
“I’m feeling much better now, thanks,” I said with as much sarcasm as I could.
And then, Atti looked serious, “Alright, I have an idea, let’s fix this.”
I was confused, Atti looked completely serious however.
“Kiss me.” He almost whispered it to me, his eyes already beginning to close.
“Nah, wait what. You wouldn’t even like it.”
Atti shook his head, “It’s just you. C’mon, no one has to know.”
“B-but…” My voice trailed off, he was right.
I looked at Atti who was looking back at me, he now too looked a bit uncertain, a bit scared, something I had never seen him as.
I turned my head and looked at his lips, which I had looked at hundreds of times before thinking of this moment. The idea of his lips on me, with his skin touching mine burned hot in my brain. I nodded.
“I’m not gonna give you some shitty kiss either ok, you’re gonna like it. No, love it.” He smiled at me, with his devilish look.
I nodded.
***
Atti looked at me with eyes I haven’t seen before. They were wide, and inviting, I’d assumed this is what the lucky Nova girls saw before he fucked them into oblivion. His pupils seemed to dilate while he looked at me while we floated on this dock surrounded by the darkness of a lake. He scooched in just enough so our bare knees were touching, and his arms began moving towards my back. At first I was startled, but I realized he was just pulling me in. I watched as his nose grew closer to mine and his eyes closed, so I followed. And then, his lips pressed to mine. They were warm and wet, and at first didn’t move, but after a second he began to suck on my bottom lip. I returned the feeling to him, and his tongue slipped into my lips fighting the barrier. He pulled me closer, this time with intent, like I was his possession. He laid me down under him, and she began to tug at my shirt before I realized it was over my head tossed into the lake. Our skin was now touching, I felt the warmth from his torso, and his heart pounding against mine.
Saliva had started to build between our lips, but he didn’t stop. Instead he dragged his lips from mine to my ear, where he whispered, “You’re being such a good boy for me.” I felt his tongue caress my cheek as he journeyed back to my lips where he re entered with ease.
At this point I had begun to grow hard, and my tip was poking out of my trunks, I felt it graze against the bottom of his leg and shuddered. But at that moment Atti pulled away. His cheeks were red and lips swollen. He looked a bit abashed as we unwound our bodies,
“See,” he said, “It’s not that serious.”
He took a quick sip of his wine, before grabbing the bottle and running back up the stairs, away from me.
Hello everyone, here is my first erotic story I've ever written. It's actually been therapeutic and erotic for my to write this so let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy these two characters as much as I do, and please enjoy this chapter, thanks!!
CHAPTER 1: A SPECIAL SURPRISE AT THE DOCK
19… I never knew turning nineteen would feel this, meh. I looked around my room at my family with eager eyes watching as I blew out the candles adorning my double fudge chocolate cake. The scent of sugar emanated from the cake directly to my nose. I feigned smiles as my mother cut each member of my family a slice in front of me.
“Can you believe it, 19 already, wow.” She shook her head to herself, and I glanced at her with a smile.
The cake tasted like sugar, too sweet for the mood I was in, which was crap. Birthdays to everyone always seemed so special and important, but for me it was just a reminder of one glaring fact that I tried to forget, that I, August Glare, at 19, was still a virgin.
It didn’t seem like the biggest issue to me when I was alone with my thoughts, but to my friends and reddit, it made it feel like some crazy misstep I’d taken.
“What’s wrong with you August, a virgin STILL?”
“Oh August, have you made out with anyone yet, you’re practically 20.”
“Auggy baby, guys will still put their dicks in anything that moves, and they still don’t want you.”
It was easy to laugh off these comments to everyone’s face but deep down, ya it sucked. I am 19 now, and still haven’t had my first kiss. I haven’t felt the warm breath down my neck as a new boy explored my body. Opening me up like a present and studying me like a map, every crevice, every pore. I wanted that lust I’d read about in Giovanni’s Room and the shock of Elio discovering Oliver felt the same way about him. I wanted that, but instead I just felt alone.
***
After cake, I headed upstairs to our cabin in New Hampshire. It was situated on a lake near the New York state border and gleamed in the summers. The water was always warmer than the air.
BING BING
My phone buzzed and I looked down to see who’d be texting me past midnight, Atticus. He was my neighbor here for as long as I remember. He was the first person to actually ever ask me if I was gay, which was shocking since he played lacrosse and football in high school. On the outside, back at his home, he was always the “tough guy”, but here he seemed to let loose and just be himself. He wasn’t “Atticus the Quarterback”, he was just Atti, my friend that sucked at wakeboarding, but was impeccably good at tubing.
DUDE UR 19 AHHHHH
WE NEED TO CELEBRATE
DOCK TONIGHT?
I was always game.
DUH DOWN IN 5
Opening the door to outside was a breath of fresh air. It was slightly humid, but with a cool chill. My favorite. I had quickly changed to my bathing suit, just in case we swam. The dock was always Atti’s favorite spot, especially at night, private and a tad unnerving.
I could already see him sitting on my dock, two wine glasses in his hand and my favorite bottle of Matua, for a lax bro, he would make a very classy housewife. When he heard my foot step on the creaky bottom stair he whipped around, exhaling and smiling at me. Although I wasn’t terribly unattractive, Atti blew me out of the water. His hair was blonde, and his skin much tanner than mine. His skin had a glow you could see from a mile away, and his eyes were blue, but a dark blue almost unnatural like the oceans of Greece. He stood at 6’2” and although it is cliche, he was genuinely carved by michelangelo himself. He studied me as I walked down the steps with his classic smirk. He didn’t have a shirt on, but that was expected, Atti rarely wore a shirt at the lake.
“Hey bubblebut”.
I blushed.
Ever since 6th grade, Atti noticed my but to be quite bigger than his, and he decided to never let me forget.
“Hey asshole.”
Atti smirked.
“Miss me.”
“Terribly”, I responded, not being very sarcastic. “How was your season?” I continued.
“Fine, fine. You know I hate talking about that shit here. I just wanna tubeee man.”
“Ya cuz that’s all you're good at.” Atti smirked and play punched me.
“You know that’s a big insecurity of mine. Star athlete of Villanova, but can’t stand up on a wakeboard. A true tragedy.” Atti poured us both a glass of wine.
“Even sadder tragedy than Romeo and Juliet they say.”
Atti laughed, “Some do.”
Atticus always knew how to cheer me up, but even being around him tonight couldn’t pull me entirely from my funk. I was still thinking about being 19 and my virginity. Atti was gorgeous, he told me all the time about the girls from back home. They were skinny, blonde, and had huge tits. None of which I also possessed.
“Aug, why do you seem down. Usually I’m in the shitty mood.”
“Me-oh-nah- it’s nothing, really…”
Atti squinted, he was studying me, his gaze crushed me like I was 10 miles below sea level.
“Atti, you know, I just would have liked to spend 19 not single, you know, maybe with someone.”
Atti laughed, “You’re with me dude.”
“I meant more than that, you know, like a boyfriend.”
“Oh,” was all he said.
I smiled, sad but discernible.
“Aug you can’t be sad, you’ll find someone. You’re too cool.”
“Ya Atti, ok.”
Silence.
More silence.
And even more.
And then, the most embarrassing thing I could have done, tears. They started to stream from my eyes. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t control it. I just kept thinking about my life, seeing me 80 and alone, never feeling the skin of someone else.
“Aug, don’t cry, please.”
“I-I’m sorry. This just sucks. And I feel like no one gets it. All my guy friends have body counts of like 26 and I’m here at zero.”
“Stop Aug. Seriously.”
“I haven’t even kissed anyone,” my hands shot up to my mouth in disbelief. I just uttered my truth to Atti.
He sat back, looking at me. Just pondering.
And then, he laughed.
What, I thought.
“Why the hell are you laughing?”
“Aug, it’s just a kiss. It’s easy, c’mon. Anyone can do it.”
“I’m feeling much better now, thanks,” I said with as much sarcasm as I could.
And then, Atti looked serious, “Alright, I have an idea, let’s fix this.”
I was confused, Atti looked completely serious however.
“Kiss me.” He almost whispered it to me, his eyes already beginning to close.
“Nah, wait what. You wouldn’t even like it.”
Atti shook his head, “It’s just you. C’mon, no one has to know.”
“B-but…” My voice trailed off, he was right.
I looked at Atti who was looking back at me, he now too looked a bit uncertain, a bit scared, something I had never seen him as.
I turned my head and looked at his lips, which I had looked at hundreds of times before thinking of this moment. The idea of his lips on me, with his skin touching mine burned hot in my brain. I nodded.
“I’m not gonna give you some shitty kiss either ok, you’re gonna like it. No, love it.” He smiled at me, with his devilish look.
I nodded.
***
Atti looked at me with eyes I haven’t seen before. They were wide, and inviting, I’d assumed this is what the lucky Nova girls saw before he fucked them into oblivion. His pupils seemed to dilate while he looked at me while we floated on this dock surrounded by the darkness of a lake. He scooched in just enough so our bare knees were touching, and his arms began moving towards my back. At first I was startled, but I realized he was just pulling me in. I watched as his nose grew closer to mine and his eyes closed, so I followed. And then, his lips pressed to mine. They were warm and wet, and at first didn’t move, but after a second he began to suck on my bottom lip. I returned the feeling to him, and his tongue slipped into my lips fighting the barrier. He pulled me closer, this time with intent, like I was his possession. He laid me down under him, and she began to tug at my shirt before I realized it was over my head tossed into the lake. Our skin was now touching, I felt the warmth from his torso, and his heart pounding against mine.
Saliva had started to build between our lips, but he didn’t stop. Instead he dragged his lips from mine to my ear, where he whispered, “You’re being such a good boy for me.” I felt his tongue caress my cheek as he journeyed back to my lips where he re entered with ease.
At this point I had begun to grow hard, and my tip was poking out of my trunks, I felt it graze against the bottom of his leg and shuddered. But at that moment Atti pulled away. His cheeks were red and lips swollen. He looked a bit abashed as we unwound our bodies,
“See,” he said, “It’s not that serious.”
He took a quick sip of his wine, before grabbing the bottle and running back up the stairs, away from me.
