Book of BxB One Shots

Losing My V-Card

I was playing a silly game called 'I Wish...' which requires each player to admit one thing they wish for or one thing they don't when it comes their turn, and then a vote is taken on if it is true, when it happened. It had came to my turn, and I was a little nervous to admit my deepest wish but I hoped they might guess it was a lie. Although, at the same time, I didn't want them to vote lie, because then I would have to follow through, and there was no way I could do that. So, I was stuck.
I sighed, and tried to keep my face neutral as I said, "I wish...to lose my virginity to a guy."
It was silent for a moment, everyone staring at me like they knew I wasn't lying. And than it happened. A few of the guys snickered and a couple of the girls giggled, and I watched in horror as no one called me on it. The blood drained from my face as I realized what they were doing.
"N-no one's going to c-call me on it?" I stuttered out, eyes quickly shifting from one person to the next as each one tried to hide a grin.
"Is it true, Dex?" Erik -a guy I sometimes spoke to in school- asked through a snicker, not bothering to hide his amusement.
No one seemed disgusted at the idea that I might be gay, instead they all seemed to get a kick out of the idea of me losing my virginity to a person of the same sex. The realization that they didn't care about my sexuality was comforting, but the sly grins they wore were anything but.
My cheeks burned a bright red, heating to the point where they felt like they were on fire. And I dropped my gaze to the floor.
"Yeah, i-it's tr-true."
Silence except for the odd snicker or giggle followed my answer, and I waited with my gaze locked on my shoes for the command to come. Of course, Zeke -the guy who threw the party- was the one to serve me my punishment.
"Since we're all pretty much friends here and it is your first time, we'll make this easier," Zeke began, and I glanced up to see him offering me a friendly smile. "What guy in this circle will take Dex's v-card off of him?"
I watched as almost every hand went up, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I guess sex was sex to some guys.
"You can't have any diseases..." Every hand remained up. "Or a girlfriend..." Half of the hands dropped, leaving four still raised. "Or boyfriend..." A hand actually dropped at that, and I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining the look of mild disappointment on the guys face. "And...just because he's a guy, doesn't mean you can be rough. Slow, careful, and no blood shed." One hand dropped. "And finally...no sex toys or threesomes." Only one hand remained raised, the owner holding it up casually as they leaned back on their other hand. I followed the hand to the face, noting the black leather jacket over a navy blue v-neck, a silver chain hooked around the guys neck and a silver hoop protruding from one side of his pale pink and silky smooth lips- which happened to be smirking at me with a cocky lop sided smile. Dark eyes watched me from across the room, a predatory look glinting in them. A messy mop of black hair hid bits of those eyes from view, but not enough for me not to see the way they looked me over from head to toe. I shivered, causing his smirk to grow. The guy was undoubtably hot, no question about that, but I couldn't help but wonder how he would treat me once we were alone. Would he be rough and careless? Quick and aggressive? Or patient and gentle? I didn't want my first time to be some quick job where he shoves his dick up my rear, pounds into me a few times, and then leaves me with an aching member and a sore bottom.
"It's up to you Dex, will you allow Tray to take your virginity, or do you want to pick someone else in the room?" Zeke asked, bringing me back to the present.
Tray, so that's his name...
I glanced over at Tray again, taking in his cocky smile and casual posture, then quickly scanned the room for any other guys who would probably take my virginity. But the more I thought about it, the better Tray seemed. Another guy would mean possibly losing my virginity to someone who could have a disease, or someone who would hurt me a lot, or tell others about it. I didn't want anyone else to know about me being gay. Not yet anyway.
I nodded, and said, "I-I'm fine with T-Tray."
Zeke smiled and nodded for Tray to stand. I slowly stood up, staring nervously at my shoes, but glanced up at Tray as he stood as well. The guy was freaking tall! He towered over me by a good head taller, making him about six-three. My eyes traveled over him, taking in his long legs clad in a pair of dark washed jeans with his feat stuffed into a pair of black and white converse. He stepped toward me, his hand going to the middle of my shoulder blades, and I stumbled forward a bit before righting myself as he pushed me along towards the stairs. We made it up to the second floor and I hugged myself as Tray searched for a room. We ended up in one of the guest bedrooms at the end of the hallway, and I stood with my back to the door as Tray locked it. The only light in the room was coming from the big bay window and sliding glass door, where the full moon shone in freely.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist, the hands attached to them gently rubbing up and down on my stomach, slowly going higher each time. My shirt rose with them, causing a chill to tickle my bare skin. Goosebumps rose up all over my body, and I wasn't sure whether they were from the cold or the close proximity of another male body pressed against mine.
Tray nudged the side of my head with his face, and I titled it a bit away in turn. His lips pressed against the bare flesh of my now exposed neck, the pounding of my heart blocking out every other sound including the thumping of the music coming from below. I gasped when something warm and wet touched my earlobe, and I bit my lip to hold in the moan that threatened to escape when I felt Tray's lips settle around the bit of flesh, his teeth gently nipping at it as he sucked. His hands had made it to my chest without my notice and I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers closed around the tiny beads of flesh there and massaged them. He occasionally pinched and pulled, alternating between them as he continued to run his finger tips around the rings of the nipples before causing some type of pleasurable pain. His mouth continued to cause me great pleasure as he moved it along my neck and jawbone. I couldn't think straight with him doing such things, which is why when I asked him a question it came out in a jumble of stutters and gasps.
"Y-you'll go s-slow r-right?"
He pulled his mouth away from my skin long enough to answer with another question.
"Am I not going slow enough?"
"N-no, it's just...I...I've never...I'm..."
This time, he pulled his mouth away completely and moved it to my ear so that his warm breath tickled the moist skin there as he spoke.
"You don't need to be scared, I'll go slow, and I'll be gentle, so don't worry," he assured, his hands moving away from my nipples to rub my stomach again.
I swallowed hard, and asked my next question, "Promise?"
"Promise." He placed a gentle kiss on my temple before resting his head on top of mine.
His hands continued to rub my stomach, but once again they began to move higher until they were pulling my shirt over my head. Now standing shirtless in the middle of the dark room, I turned around and buried my face into Tray's chest, where I took a couple of deep breaths, his scent soothing me as well as the steady beat of his heart. His hands rubbed my back the same way they had done to my stomach, but without the pinching and tugging. Slowly, they went lower and lower, until Tray was cupping my ass in both hands and picking me up so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked us over to the window and leaned me against the wall between the door and window, the light much brighter here. I blushed as our gazes locked, his hands massaging my butt as he began to grind our fronts together. I was surprised to find him erect. I thought for sure it would take a lot longer for him to picture me as a girl, but the harder and rougher he ground our fronts together, the more I wondered how this could possibly benefit him. So I asked.
"Tr-Tray-" I gasped, the friction between us becoming almost unbearable.
"Hmm?"
"What do you g-get out of-? ahhhh..." A moan cut off my words as his finger slid along the crack of my butt, his rock rubbing against mine at a fast and rough motion.
"Out of...?"
"Out of fucking me?"
"You mean besides getting free sex?"
"I mean, I-I'm a g-guy, so having our cro-crotches rubbing each other like th-this probably isn't h-help-ing you."
He jerked his head away from me like I bit him, his eyes quickly latching onto mine as he stared at me confused. Suddenly, realization dawned on him and a grin grew on his face.
"You think...?" He laughed for a moment before suddenly going silent.
His grip slackened it's hold on my butt and he let me stand on my own instead. I stared at him confused for a second before I was suddenly spun around. The world spun around me, but my gaze quickly focused on the wall in front of me. What the...? A tugging on my waist had me looking down to find two hands undoing my jeans. My breathing became shallow as my jeans were pulled down to my ankles. I tried to squirm out of his hold but Tray pulled me toward him until my back was pressed against his front. He slid a hand between us and pried my butt cheeks apart, making sure I felt every bit of his hard member as he then slammed me hard into his front. I choked on a gasp.
"Feel that?" he asked, rolling his hips into mine.
I nodded, speechless as he continued to rub himself against me.
"You sure?" He used both his hands now to pull my cheeks apart as far as they would go. Pushing hard against me, he moved his hands to my hips and pushed me further onto him. This was as close as we could ever get without him actually penetrating me. "Do you feel it now?"
"Y-yes," I whimpered, nodding my head as I continued to whimper in both fear and pleasure.
"Good, because I want you to listen for a second, okay?" When I nodded he continued, a soft and teasing tone taken over. "That right there is a result of you, not the fantasy of some girl."
"You mean...?
He dropped his voice to a whisper as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "I'm bi."
I let the news sink in, only vaguely aware of the hand that was groping my front while a hard muscle was being ground into my ass. Tray was bisexual, he liked both genders...it was hard to believe. And yet, I couldn't help but believe it as he continued to assault my senses with a glorious feeling called pleasure.
Somehow, I suddenly found myself laying on the bed with Tray hovering over me, his leather jacket discarded along with his shirt. I bit my lip as my gaze settled on the toned muscles of his abdomen. Hard and chiseled to perfection. I sighed, my body feeling like it was on cloud nine.
The sound of a soft chuckle caused my gaze to snap up to Tray's face, where a smirk lit up his face as his eyes twinkled with hunger so deep a shiver passed through my body. I blushed as his tongue swept over his bottom lip, the motion drawing my eyes there. Our heads got closer as we both leaned in. There was no room for words as our lips met and moved together, his hands on either side of my head as he continued to hold himself just barely pressed against my body. I moved my hands slowly down to his hips, where I touched the cold metal of his zipper and pulled. He never pulled away and made to stop me as I tugged his jeans down his legs. He kicked them to the floor, his lips still pressed against mine as his tongue swept inside my mouth. I tensed when I felt the fabric of my boxers sliding down my legs, but tried to breathe evenly as Tray pulled back and watched me with a blank expression while gently stripping me of my last article of clothing. Once fully naked, Tray's gaze smoothly ran over every inch of my exposed self, taking it all in with a hunger so fierce I shivered under its intensity. The corners of his lips rose slightly when he noticed my reaction, and to torture me some more, Tray slid one hand down between my legs and very slowly palmed me, his eyes never leaving mine as my lungs scrambled to breathe properly.
"I promised I'd go slow," he reminded cheekily, full out smirking now.
I glared, my body temperature rising as it reacted to his every touch.
"Sh-shut up..." I grumbled.
My hands quickly tangled in his dark hair and I pulled his head down in a kiss, which I took the liberty of deepening. His tongue poked its way into my mouth and rubbed mine repeatedly before running along my teeth. His hands continued to laggardly tease my 'boy parts'. I groaned, tugged his hair in frustration, and finally caved. Drawing back, I whimpered from the leisurely pace of his hands.
"Please Tray..." I begged, causing him to look up at me, his hands still torturing me down below. "Fuck me Tray, just go faster, please!"
He watched me closely, his eyes scanning my eyes for something. I groaned in frustration, his hands having stopped moving completely. What was he trying to do? Tease me?
I yelped, my gaze snapping to look at Tray, the tips of his black hair brushing my stomach lightly as his soft lips enveloped me entirely. I choked on the breath I was holding as he sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hardening flesh. I was getting harder by the second, and I could feel the slimy pre-cum as it began to leak for my slit. As quickly as he had taking me in, he had let me go and flipped us over. Now, I sat on his boxer clad member, my raging boner laying hard against Tray's stomach as he gazed up at me. I knew what he was doing, he was silently telling me to take control, to make the next move. So I did. I grabbed a hold of the hem of his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles, where I proceeded to pull them off and toss them somewhere behind me. Sliding back up to where I was situated with his length perfectly aligned with my entrench, I sat up on my knees with only a few inches of space between me and him, and I waited. His fingers were first. He dipped them into my mouth, where I quickly salivated them with enough saliva for it to run down his arm in little streams. He impaled me with one, then two, and finally three, before scissoring them a bit and removing the. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and dropped down onto his lap, his boner plunging deep inside me. I choked on a scream, tears leaking from my eyes, and I struggled to breathe. I could feel it pulsing within me, my walls tightening around him over and over as the pain radiated straight up my spine, feeling as if I was being ripped apart. I cried for a good five minutes with Tray just laying silently underneath me, not moving. He watched as tears kept slipping down my cheeks. He didn't say a word as whimpers slipped from my lips. He didn't even move as I dug my nails into his sides.
When the pain finally seemed to lessen a bit and the feeling of being full became more prominent, I spoke. "M-move."
And he did.