The Initiation of Simon
When I arrived at the hotel in the capital, I was expecting a quiet reunion with my old friend, Alex. However, when he walked through the door, he wasn’t alone. Beside him was Simon, an eighteen-year-old teammate from Alex’s soccer club. Simon was lean and dark-complexioned with a youthful, innocent face that betrayed his nervousness. Alex leaned in and whispered that Simon was inexperienced and terrified of the pain associated with his first time, but he was curious enough to come along.
To break the ice, we shared a few beers and chatted about trivial things. When Simon excused himself to take a shower, Alex seized the moment. He dropped his trousers and knelt at the edge of the bed, desperate for a quick encounter before Simon returned. I obliged him, focusing on the tight, rounded heat of his backside. With the TV humming with a soccer match in the background, I entered him slowly. Alex groaned, his body tensing before he surrendered to the rhythm. He reached a crashing climax in his own hand just as I filled him with a warm, heavy release. He cleaned himself up quickly, returning to a composed state just as Simon emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel.
While Alex stepped into the shower, I turned my attention to the newcomer. I wrapped my arms around Simon, feeling him tremble against me. I gently lowered his towel, admiring the smooth, hairless curves of his skin. I whispered soothing words into his ear, kissing the nape of his neck and trailing my tongue down his spine. I could feel his heart racing, his breath hitching as I explored the sensitive skin of his backside with slow, deliberate licks. He jumped at first, but the tension slowly melted into anticipation.
After my own shower, I returned to the room to find Simon already focused on Alex. I joined them, pressing my naked body against Simon’s back. I began to stimulate him, my touch firm yet patient. When I attempted to enter him, he resisted momentarily, the fear of pain returning. Alex leaned over, kissing Simon deeply and reassuring him that the initial sting would soon turn into an overwhelming pleasure.
I used plenty of lubricant, preparing him with my fingers until his muscles relaxed. When I finally guided myself inside, Simon’s eyes widened. “Is it all in?” he whispered, surprised that the pain he feared was replaced by a blossoming fullness. I began to move, a steady, rhythmic pace that had him arching his back and moaning loudly. Alex stayed close, sharing kisses with me while Simon surrendered to the sensation, his body twisting in a dance of discovery.
The intensity built until Simon cried out, his internal muscles contracting violently around me. I followed him into that abyss, filling him completely as he wept with a mixture of relief and ecstasy. We lay there for a long time, three bodies entwined in the quiet aftermath. When Simon eventually dressed and left, promising to return the next time I visited the city, Alex pulled me close. He whispered a promise to return later that night, and we sealed the pact with a long, passionate kiss.