It was saturday morning and I didn't have anything to do today until about seven when I was supposed to go see the new horror movie Lights Out with my girlfriend, Sarah. I doubt that was going to happen though, her posting that picture pissed me off, we just had a fight about this last night. I finally got up after two or three songs had gone by on my Pandora. My volume was so high all I could hear was the music, the living room TV was still on but I couldn't hear it.I walked into the second living room where the door to the indian back porch was and took my phone out of my pocket to change stations from Drake Radio to G Eazy Radio, since I had already ran out of skips for the hour and the song Pandora was playing was terrible. My routine for feeding the dog was always the same, grab his water dish, take it to the bathroom, wash it out, refill with fresh water. As I carried his bowl to the bathroom, which was right next to Carol's room, I noticed she had left her door cracked open and as I walked by I noticed she was in nothing but her panties, fun night I guess. I didn't look for long, maybe a few seconds before continuing into the bathroom and filling the bowl. Once he was taken care of I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a plum from the fridge. As I bit into it I noticed these were a lot harder than the last ones we had bought, still tasted amazing though. Once I finished I threw the core into the trash and pulled the back out of the can, tying it and grabbing the milk jug that was sat next to the trash can. It was leaking so I rushed through the living room, through both doors between the laundry room and from porch, and sat it down there while I closed the door behind me, our dog Tammy loved running out the door as someone was going out of it. She was a little chihuahua and dachshund mix, despite being two years old she was still really small. My neighbor Abby was out on her porch sunbathing, Our neighborhood was mostly made up of mexicans and she was no exception, but unlike the rest of the latin girls in the neighborhood she didn't have a huge butt or a big bouncy chest. She was short, or at least shorter than me, but compared to other girls I guess you could say she is a little tall. She has this long black straight hair that compliments her face gorgeously. When she smiles her cheeks almost make it impossible for her to keep her eyes open, and I love making her smile just so I can see that. She's a year older than me and since she's my neighbor she was the first person I talked to when I hit High School. We'd always been close, ever since we were really young and she really hasn't changed that much. When we were younger she would always come over and we would do everything you'd expect seven year olds to do. But there was a few times things got a little, well not sexual, but we did kiss, yes my best friend was my first kiss. There has seemed to always be a little sexual tension between us, but I figure it's because of how much time we spend together and how close we are. One time when we were around eleven we were on the trampoline and she tackled me and ended up straddling me, she had my arms pinned on the trampoline fabric above my head while her ass was sat firmly on my crotch, that was probably the first time I ever looked at her as more than a friend. She was so gorgeous, even if she didn't have huge, Victoria Secret model looking breast or an ass like Nicki Minaj, she was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. I don't even think it was because of her looks either. She's an extremely caring person. She's the only person I ever talk to when I have an issue. This year alone I've lost three family members to sickness and old age and she has always been there, even attended two of the funerals for me. If I didn't have a girlfriend, she would take that position. But right now, her sunbathing in a sports bra and denim short shorts, got me instantly hard. She was looking at her phone and didn't notice me outside. I just walked to the dark green trash can and put both the bag and jug in and closed the lid, I absolutely HATED the smell of the trash can. I had to get inside quick because I was wearing basketball shorts and my hard on was getting more and more noticeable by the second. I rushed up the porch ramp and into the house. I quickly sat on the red leather two-seater and swung open my laptop that was sitting closed next to me charging. I typed sexstories as quick as I could and pulled up the first story that showed up. It was a story about a girl losing her virginity to her teacher and all I could think about was Abby telling the story, and me as the teacher. He drove me crazy, he was new to the school and all the girls were talking about him. Half her dribbling saliva was on the floor; much of it decorated her breasts, some having reached the edges of her swollen nipples. "Josh here is what I want you to do. Mensa bright. It wouldn't be much longer. “We do have a loving relationship. He worked it in and around the hole with a forefinger, pushing it in up to the third knuckle. "Well, hopefully in the next two days. Finally, he pulled back. Now the one funny thing in all of this is I own a Mistress, and your all-powerful Senator will be her slut from now on. Hell I don’t even think I had cum more than once in a week, and here I was about to cum for the third time in the same night. "You are really anxious about getting to be near Maria for an evening, aren't you?" It rippled through my body. “And you will be by my side,” Brandon grinned, undeterred, “my little nymph wife skipping with me through the marijuana fields, with about three-dozen kids in tow because babe, we are going to be pumping, them, out! As a reminder of what that could mean as far as she was concerned, she lifted the table indian and stood up on the seat that he occupied with her skirt lifted above a nude pussy and invited him to, “go ahead and partake of your after the meal snack. I choked back a laugh as I remembered the ridicule my own name garnered. I didn't sign up for this." Unfortunately, this was one of them. I felt his lips start kissing my shoulders and I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. He knew Ashley from high school, she was going to be a senior this year and he a junior. So much for trying to have a private conversation. Note: This is a true account of my first sexual experience with another male.