Sweet Tricksters or How I Lost My Virginity

CUTE PRANKSTERS

Or How I Was Deprived of My Innocence

I walked along the riverbank and found a quite convenient spot. I spread out a mat and stripped down to my swim trunks. The water in the river was still rather cool, so I decided to limit myself to just sunbathing. From home, I had brought a new detective novel by Dontsova, which my mom is into, and decided to spend my time usefully. Tenth grade was behind me and quite successfully, so I could relax for a full three months.

After half an hour, it dawned on me that I could sunbathe without trunks, as there was no one in sight within a radius of a kilometer, maybe even two. Besides, it was

a regular workday, so there was no one at the river. I took off my trunks and felt more comfortable. I don't consider myself a nudist, but it would have been a sin not to take advantage of the opportunity and expose my pale buttocks to the gentle sun rays.

Half an hour later, I heard the noise of an approaching car. Who else had been brought by fate? But the noise stopped; the car apparently didn't reach me by about fifty meters. I peeked out from my hiding spot and saw two guys in swim trunks getting out of a 99 model. They went down to the river, tested the water with their feet, and apparently also decided against swimming. They took off their trunks and tossed them toward the car, then lay down on towels to sunbathe. I stopped watching them and continued my engrossing reading.

After some time, the guys caught my attention again. They apparently got bored of lying down and started running around the beach, chasing each other. Finally, one caught the other, they hugged and merged in a hot kiss. "Well," I thought, "the guys are probably from that crowd, gays, I guess. Or maybe they're just fooling around." They were not far from me, and I came into their field of vision. They whispered about something and headed toward me.

— Hi, — said one of them. — How's the relaxation going? My name is Boris, and this is my friend Zhenya.

— Hello, — I replied. — My name is Viktor. And it's going fine, thanks. — Next to me lay a pack of "Marlboro" and a lighter. Personally, I don't consider myself a smoker, just carry them around for fun. They asked for a smoke, and I treated them and, of course, lit one myself.

While we chatted about this and that, I tried to get a look at them. The guys were about two years older than me. They weren't fat or thin. They were slender, and I'd even say fragile or graceful, whichever you prefer. Both had decent male endowments with no hair on their pubes or groin. Each had a piercing in the left nipple in the form of a ring.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew away the baseball cap lying next to me, and I had to get up and run after it. Since I had been lying on my stomach before, when I returned, I presented my front to the guys.

— Well, that can always be fixed — shaved or trimmed, — Zhenya remarked. Their comments embarrassed me, and I tried to lie back on my stomach quickly.

— Whoa! A storm is coming soon, — said one of them, and they ran to find their towels and trunks. I got dressed, quickly packed up, and headed along the road toward the city, or more precisely, toward the bus stop.

Passing by the guys' car, one of them asked which district I lived in. I answered. They invited me into the car, saying they'd give me a ride to the city. And right then, thunder struck nearby, and the first drops of a downpour drummed on the car roof.

— We got away just in time, — said Boris, who was at the wheel. — Now let's not get stuck in some puddle.

— And you, don't dawdle and step on it faster, — Zhenya replied. — The ground is still dry, it won't soak up the water yet. God willing, we'll make it to the highway.

Entering the city, I noticed that the car was clearly not heading toward my district. I asked Boris to slow down at a bus stop so as not to bother them driving across the entire city.

— Hey, let's go to our place, — Zhenya suggested. — We live not far from here. We'll continue getting acquainted, have some beer. You don't mind, do you? — I didn't really object. Parents at work, no one at home. My best friend Andrey had gone off to the countryside to relatives.

— Let's go, — I replied carefree.

Their apartment on the twelfth floor amazed me with its size and modern interior. This was nothing like our Khrushchyovka five-story buildings. The hall led into a huge living room, with many separate corners furnished with modern furniture. A polished wooden staircase led to the second level, where the bedrooms were apparently located.

— Come in, get undressed. Make yourself at home, — Borya offered. I looked at him with a silent question, undress in what sense? — Take off your shorts and T-shirt, — he clarified. — The upholstered furniture is light-colored. — He and Zhenya were already taking everything off themselves and remained in their trunks. I did the same.

We went to the kitchen, which resembled a production workshop in a decent restaurant. Boris opened a huge refrigerator, set out three cans of beer, a small plate with black olives, and from the sideboard, a box of salted nuts.

— Jack, — Boris addressed him. — How about we splash around in the jacuzzi? What do you think? — Go please, turn on the water. — And then he turned to me: — I hope, Vitya, you don't mind taking a dip? — I nodded uncertainly.

A couple of minutes later, Zhenya returned and said the water was filling up. We drank some beer, Boris took a few more cans from the fridge, and we went to the bathroom, the description of which I simply lack the words for.

— Vitya, remember, I told you about your pubic area being too overgrown. Please lie down on this couch, we'll trim you up a bit now. — The guys themselves had already dropped their trunks on the floor and were waiting for me to do the same.

— Guys, maybe we shouldn't. I'll do it myself somehow later.

Zhenya already pulled off my trunks, and Boris added: — "Somehow" won't do, it needs to be done properly.

They practically forced me onto the couch, Zhenya held my hands, and Boris, already with a trimmer in hand, sat on my legs.

— But that's not all, Vitya. We need to shave the hair on your scrotum, otherwise it looks untidy. — I waved my hand, as if to say, I don't care anymore, do what you want.

Boris applied shaving foam to my balls and groin and, with a safety razor, started working there. I began to get a little aroused when he turned my penis this way or that to get to the little hairs. By the end of the shave, I was fully aroused, and my phallus was pointing skyward at a 45-degree angle.

— Go to the shower stall and rinse off, — said Boris when he finished his work. Zhenya swept the floor and collected my hair into a dustpan.

Coming out of the shower stall, the guys shouted in unison that I now looked much sexier than before. We got into the jacuzzi, and Borya turned on the turbo mode. Now we were luxuriating in the bubbling streams of warm water and simply enjoying it. Suddenly, I felt a stranger's hand cover my cock and balls. Boris was sitting next to me.

— After shaving, the skin of the scrotum is so soft, you just want to caress it constantly, — he said. — Have you ever been with boys? — he asked.

— In what sense, Borya? Of course, I'm friends with boys and nothing more, — I replied, but didn't move his hand away.

— Well, from where? Clearly a virgin, — Zhenya remarked. — You probably, Vitya, haven't even been with girls, right?

— You're wrong there, — my face flushed. — There was one time.

— Well, how was it, did you like it?

— Honestly, I didn't get it. Came and that's it, whether I managed to satisfy her is a question, — I answered honestly.

The guys, in all likelihood, wanted to give me a lesson. Boris sat on the edge of the tub, and Zhenya moved close to him. I could see Boris's cock in a semi-erect state. Zhenya took it in his hand and began licking its exposed head. Essentially, it was the first time I saw live how a guy sucks another guy. This sight started to arouse me. The topic of same-sex love had generally passed me by. Yes, I knew it existed, peeked at relevant sites on the internet, but that's where my knowledge ended.

— Vitya, don't you want to suck Zhenya? — Borya suggested to me. — We could make a good train. Or at least jerk him off.

I approached Zhenya, took his cock in my hand, and began moving my palm up and down along the shaft.

— Don't you want to switch with Zhenya, — Boris suggested to me. — And he'll suck you. You'll like it, he's good at it.

Zhenya immediately let go of Boris's cock and, squatting down, started sucking my little guy. I stood in front of Boris and didn't know what to do. His pink, shiny head was a few centimeters from me, but I just couldn't cross that line. But at that moment, Zhenya achieved the desired result, and I started to feel pleasure. This pushed me to take the first step of this kind in my life. I took Boris's hard cock in one hand and began licking its head with my tongue, like an ice cream.

It should be noted that, to my surprise, I felt no sense of disgust. Then I took his shaft deeper into my mouth and started sucking, as I had seen in porn. At the same time, I experienced an unprecedented feeling of pleasure from Zhenya's actions. Boris put one hand on my head and pressed lightly when I took his cock into my mouth. Feeling the peak of pleasure approaching, I sucked Boris's cock more fiercely, and Zhenya, in turn, mine...

My body shook several times from the orgasm, and I shot into Zhenya's mouth, and he sucked everything out of my canal to the last drop. Then Boris started shaking too, let out a drawn-out moan, and came. I managed to pull away, but some of his cum got on my face and chest. Zhenya took his own shaft in his hand and continued manipulating it, squeezing out the last drops of his juice.

— Excellent, — said Borya. — Well, what about you, Zhenya, let's make you feel good now.

— I already came while sucking Vitya. So, it's all good.

Boris opened the plug to let the water out of the jacuzzi and started peeing into it. I also felt like releasing the accumulated fluid and also peed into the draining water of the jacuzzi. Then we rinsed off in the shower stall and returned to the kitchen.

Borya took out three glasses and poured something like gin, I never quite figured it out. First toast to friendship.

— Well, how did you like our first acquaintance, Vitya? — asked Borya. — Bet you've never had anything like that in your life? Probably only masturbated until now? — I blushed but nodded.

— Thank you, guys, for everything. — And I thought to myself, if any of my friends found out. They'd give me hell. After all, not only did they suck me, but I also sucked.

Boris, apparently, understood my state and doubts about the correctness of what we did.

— You have to understand, sex between guys is more tender and beautiful than between a man and a woman. And don't pay attention to the opinion of the crowd. They have one thing on their minds: drink a bottle of vodka, then somehow stick it to some woman, and then who cares. But between guys, it's completely different, you'll understand if you stay friends with us.

— Stop hiding your cock. What, are you embarrassed by us? Ours will stand up soon too, don't worry.

Then Boris brought a laptop, turned it on, and started showing me slides on the same topic.

— This is me and Zhenya in Thailand, — in the photo stood naked Boris and Zhenya with two transvestites, who had both cocks and female breasts. — This is also there, — Boris on a bed hugging a young Thai guy having sex. — This is me and Zhenya, — Zhenya sitting on Boris's cock. — And many similar photos where the guys are having sex.

— And this one I especially like, — he showed a picture. In it, a black man with a huge cock trying to enter Boris.

— Well, did it work? — I asked, amazed, seeing such a monster.

— Of course, we struggled a bit, but he went in. The pleasure, I tell you, was mind-blowing.

— Well, how about it? Want to try, — asked Borya. — I assure you, you'll like it. — I didn't know what to answer.

Usually, this topic didn't concern me, but now, having seen porn and slides with the guys, I was highly aroused and drawn to experience something not yet experienced in life, especially since this kind of love is condemned by many.

— Let's do this. We'll show you same-sex sex live with Zhenya now, and then we'll see. Agreed? — asked Boris. I nodded.

Boris approached Zhenya and ran his palm over his cock several times, though Zhenya was already quite aroused. Boris put a condom on Zhenya's phallus and, kneeling on the sofa, leaned against its back. Zhenya squeezed some lubricant from a tube and smeared Boris's anus, applying the remaining cream to the condom.

— Well, ready? — asked Zhenya and approached Boris. From the side, I could see the wrinkled ring of the anus. Boris spread the hemispheres of his buttocks with his hands, and the head of Zhenya's cock pressed against that ring, then slowly began to move inside the anus. And soon Zhenya's entire rod was inside Boris.

— Well, how are you? — asked Zhenya.

— Fine, — replied Boris. — Go ahead. All OK. — And Zhenya first slowly, then speeding up the pace, worked his piston in his friend's ass, holding him by the hips. Sometimes Zhenya slapped his palm on one of Boris's buttocks, then the other, making Boris moan loudly.

Naturally, directly observing all this, my mind was so aroused that my left hand itself reached for my cock and began fiercely masturbating it. Then the guys changed positions. Boris lay on his back, raising and spreading his legs wide, and Zhenya entered him again, supporting his legs. Boris called me over and told me to attend to his cock. So with one hand I satisfied myself, and with the other — jerked off Boris's cock. We came practically simultaneously, smearing each other with our sperm. Only Zhenya neatly drained his juice into the condom.

After rinsing off in the shower, we drank again in the kitchen and smoked. I felt a slight dizziness and a kind of weightlessness. We were feeling very good.

— Well, how did you like our love?