Chapter One

Collins' POV

I walked up the stairs of the hotel, repeating the room number the hook up guy had sent to me.

“ Come to room 201. Double tap three times so that I'd know it's you”, he had texted me that morning.

My hands were trembling as I climbed the stairs and I held on to the rails, praying earnestly that I wouldn't encounter someone I know or someone who knows someone who knows me. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous, but I had already made up my mind to go on with it.

I had watched too much gay p**n that I couldn't wait any longer to pop my cherry. Getting deflowered wasn't the problem, the problem was finding someone who was going to get me deflowered. I was a closeted gay boy who was living in one of the most homophobic cities in Pennsylvania, with a mom and dad who surely loved me, but would kill me the very day they get to find out that I'm gay.

I got to the second floor and examined the labels on each door. The label on the first door was 2010; I was in the right floor. I walked down the hallway, checking other labels, and finally I got to the 201 room.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, calming myself and mentally preparing myself for what was to come. I approached the door, and curving my middle finger, I double tapped on the door three times, giving at least a three seconds gap between each interval.

I waited, thinking it unwise to knock again, and after about twenty seconds, the door opened.

“ Come in”, the deep soft voice behind the voice said and after inspecting the hallway to make sure that no one was there, I swiftly stepped into the room.

The guy closed the door immediately and turned to face me, and frankly speaking, he was more than I had expected, more than what I had seen on the picture he had sent to me.

“ Good afternoon. I'm Collins”, I said, extending my hand for a handshake, trying to act like the adult I was pretending to be.

“ Good afternoon. Nice to finally meet you. As you know already, I'm Emmanuel”, he said, gently shaking my extended hand, a soft smile plastered on his face.

He was on a vest; one that was making all his abs and sexiness obvious, and wore a plain pants that was kind of tight, making me wish that I could tell him to make a 360° turn just so that I could inspect his butt. His facial features were rigid, making him handsome and yet, beautiful. His brown eyes held warmth, and his gaze was almost stripping me naked as I stood before him.

“ Nice to meet you too sir”, I said, behaving too timid.

“ No need for the formalities. Just call me Nuel, I'll be fine with that”.

“ Okay. Nuel”.

“ Please have a seat”, he pointed to the chair that was in the room and I slowly sat, afraid that breathing too loudly may even offend him and make him decide not to go on as planned.

“ So Collins, how're you doing?” He asked, making himself comfortable on the bed - what was I expecting? It was his hotel room for crying out loud.

“ I'm good. And you?”

“ Same. I'm good. You actually do look better than your picture”, he said and I instantly blushed.

“ I could actually say the same for you. I was totally wowed immediately I set my eyes on you”, I said, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be graceful and sophisticated.

“ I'm flattered, thank you”, he said and for like the next thirty seconds, we were just looking around not knowing what to say, and the silence was screaming awkward.

“ So um……………. since we're going to be having sex, I just want to inquire. Have you had sex before? Do you know what to do? Do you know what to expect?” He said, breaking the awkward silence.

“ Mmmh, no. This will be my first time, but I've watched gay sex guides for first timers and I think I know what to do”, I said, sounding so confident and assuring.

“ Wow. Your first time? And it's with me? I must say, I'm indeed honored to be the first person to get to open your manhole”, he said and we both laughed at his comment. “ But then, the most important thing. Can I see your ID?” he asked.

“ Yes, of course. Here it is”, I reached into my bag and gave him the ID card I had forged. He was very clear about it when we were still chatting online that he didn't want to have anything to do with a minor, and seeing that he was the only ticket I had to having sex, I lied to him, claiming that I was Twenty-one years old.

As he inspected the ID I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't see anything that would make him think that the ID was a forgery.

“ Okay, here you go”, he handed me the ID after inspecting it. His eyes were definitely not a certification device, so I had a free pass on that. “ Would you want me to make the first move or would you prefer to make it?” He asked, standing from the bed.

“ You should make the first move”, I said.

“ Okay”, he said and slowly approached me, a bulge growing very visibly behind his pants. He took my side bag and placed it on the table, and then stood me up to my feet, “ is it okay if I kiss you?” His voice was deep, almost making me weak in the knee.

I nodded and he gently placed his lips on mine - my first kiss. I opened my lips for him, granting him access into my mouth and he took the opportunity and explored the inner part of my mouth with his tongue that tasted so much like candy; or probably it was in my head.

We kissed passionately and before I could tell what was happening, we were rolling on the bed, our lips still locked together.

He slowed down a little and kissed my ear, “ should I take off your shirt?” He whispered and I nodded. He went on to unbutton my shirt, throwing the stupid barrier across the room. He stepped back a little, enough for me to view him from the position I laid, and gently, as if teasing me, he took off his vest, revealing those gorgeous abs. He pulled down his pants in one go, revealing that which I had wanted for the most part of my teenage years; a hard dick. His was about six inches or so, and the sight of it instantly made my heart to start pounding.

He smiled when he noticed how nervous I was, and came back on top of me, kissing and smooching. I turned him over, making him lay on his back as I slipped down to meet my dream. I grabbed it gently at first, feeling its warmth inside my palm, before going on to work on it with my mouth.

After a while, he pulled me back to his face, kissing every part of me and asking again, “ should I take your pants off?”.

“ Do it”, I said, lustful rage already building up in me.

He took my pants off, took a lubricant by the bedside and started massaging my butthole. It felt so good as he inserted his finger while massaging it, moaning as he did and almost driving me crazy. He inserted two fingers, three, and then four.

He pulled a pillow and elevated my ass with the pillow, setting in for a missionary. He locked eyes with me, as if seeking for approval first.

“ Just do it”, I pleaded, and slowly, he started pushing his dick inside me, making me almost scream.

Who the hell told me that I could manage a six inch dick on my first time?