What's in a Name? - My First Love.

What's in a Name? - My First Love. My profile name isn't my own. I use the name DavieA in memory of a friend I had at school whose full name was David Adams. He was called Davie A because there was a David Brown and a David Campbell in the same class ? they were of course called Davie B and Davie C.Davie was the first man that I had a proper sexual relationship with. At school after PE or games one could see naked boys with and without erections and sometimes a little mutual fondling, stroking and kissing went on but mostly it was all just larking about.Davie?s family had a small farm a few miles outside town. Mainly arable but with a fairly large flock of free range hens. One weekend his family had some sort of function to attend at a distant town ? wedding or christening or something ? but Davie was to stay behind to look after adana escort the chickens and I was to stay with him as company and to help collect the eggs and round up the chickens at night.We spent Saturday afternoon messing around on the farm as teenagers do but after getting the chickens settled for the night and warming up and eating the meal his mother had left for us we settled down with a large bottle of cider and a couple of girlie magazines. By today?s standard these were tame enough ? lots of tits and bums and the occasional view of a hairy bush. The models were very attractive and most were dressed in sexy undies. After a lot of deliberation we decided the shot of a slim but curvy blond leaning against a wall with her back to us wearing just a suspender/garter belt, seamed black stockings adıyaman escort and a flimsy pair of panties was our favourite.I was sleeping in the room he shared with his younger brother and as I stripped off ready for bed Davie went out and I assumed he was off to the bathroom. A few moments later he came back in and I heard him say ?What do you think then?? I turned round and saw him standing in the same pose as our favourite lady and like her he was wearing suspender belt, seamed stockings and sexy panties.My cock leapt to attention so quickly I swear I could hear it slap against my belly. I crossed the room to Davie and started to rub his arse cheeks through his panties ? well everything actually belonged to his sister ? before pulling them down and rubbing my hard cock against afyon escort the smooth ripeness of his bum. It was a remarkable feeling. I wasn?t a virgin and had enjoyed many happy times with the ladies, but this was much more intense. I slipped my hand down the front of his panties and released his long, slim, hard cock and commenced to stroke it in time to my own thrusts against his ass. It wasn?t long before we both came and I felt the thrill of feeling a cock other than my own jerk and spurt its warm fluid over my hand.When we had each emptied ourselves Davie turned towards me and drawing me against him kissed me hard and long, full on the mouth as we rubbed out sticky cocks together.We spent the rest of that night in and out of each other?s bed ? stroking, kissing rubbing. We remained friends and occasional lovers for many years even after we each got married. Davie moved to Canada a couple of years after his wedding and was killed in a car crash a few years later leaving a widow and two c***dren.I do wonder if we would still be hard at it if he was still alive but at least he still lives in my alter ego.