Better Than Success

Better Than Success

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DISCLAIMER: The characters depicted in this story do not belong to me.

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Their first time wasn’t exactly perfect.

Neither Tim nor Kon remembered it that way, but if one of them were to describe it, that’s how it would sound.

They almost fell off the bed in the first two minutes. Kon kept pressing against Tim as they kissed, and since Tim was bending upwards while kissing Kon, Kon ended up pushing Tim towards the edge of the bed instead of against the mattress. Eventually Tim ran out of room, and had to stop them so they could twist around and Kon could press Tim back against the headboard.

Kon really liked giving hickies, and one ill-timed bite while Tim was trying to tug off his tights led to Tim ending up with a bruise on his temple from where he banged into the bedpost. Kon tried kissing it better but he kept getting too close to Tim’s eye and finally Tim smacked him and pushed him off.

Then Tim told him to get naked. He opined that it would be better if they took off their own clothes. And that it would be safer if they didn’t try anything else until they were undressed.

Kon was agreeable, but then, his costume was a Spandex two-piece over underwear. Tim’s costume had a cape, a locked utility belt, and was booby-trapped.

Still, Tim was basically stripping for him, and Kon liked to watch, so it was all good (except for the parts that weren’t).

Finally they were naked, but then neither of them knew where to look. They both vacillated between staring at each other, and staring away from each other. Finally Kon sighed, rolled his eyes, and tugged Tim into a kiss. It was weird being pressed up against each other without clothes in the way, but a good weird, so they quickly got over it. And they both forgot about looking at each other in favor of touching each other.

That only worked until they moved beyond second base.

Kon liked having his nipples bitten. Tim didn’t, and was very vocal about that fact. He did like having his neck nibbled, though he kept complaining that Kon licked too much. Tim didn’t much like being…well, slimed.

Kon objected to being compared to a swamp creature, but then Tim rubbed two fingers right behind his balls and sent sparks shooting off behind his eyes and his wits deserted him. He didn’t have enough active brain cells left to object.

Finally they actively started touching each other’s…equipment. Considering they were teenage boys, who masturbated only slightly less frequently than they breathed, it shouldn’t have been as difficult as it turned out to be to masturbate each other.

But it was. Kon’s grip was too light at first; he’d overcompensated for how hard he jerked himself off. Tim’s grip wasn’t too light, but it was too tight. A little awkward, blushing conversation, and they’d corrected those errors, and soon were both kissing and groping each other with abandon.

When they tried to kiss each other at the same time, however, their rhythm got thrown way off. Finally they settled into an alternating scenario: Kon would kiss and thrust while Tim squeezed his cock, then Tim would kiss and thrust and Kon would squeeze. Sometimes the kisses got replaced by a pant or a moan as they found it hard to breathe, but it worked for them.

They were both worked up, from arousal and anxiety. Caught between coming immediately from the touch of someone else’s hand, and not coming at all from being too nervous to let go, both Tim and Kon lasted about five minutes. About the time they both started to relax and really get into it, they exploded.

But in the end, they were sweaty, sticky, and stated. Also, they were smiling goofily at each other, so they considered it a rousing success.

The fact that their ‘performance’ improved over time only made it better.