There's A First Time For Everything

Sorry about how ridiculously uninteresting this is. It's really old, but I thought I'd share haha.
Beware of eye burning horribleness.
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"T his is so ridiculous, Haiden." Ian stated, sounding more upset than Haiden had ever heard before.
"What's ridiculous about it? It's absolutely normal to be nervous."
"No, it's really not. I've already...done it with Alex! I shouldn't be so nervous anymore." Ian noticed he had spilled a bit of orange juice on his shirt and he grabbed a rag to wipe it away. Haiden let out a long sigh, "Look, I don't exactly know how to help you. I get what you're saying, but I'm not exactly in the same boat."
Ian paused, and then clenched the phone tighter in his hand, pressing it closer to his right ear, "Haddy, that's it! How did you get over your fears of doing it with Blaise?"
Haiden fumbled with the phone from shock, "What!?"
"You and Blaise seem to be pretty sexually active...I mean, it's not nerve wrecking to you is it?"
"Ian," Haiden stopped then continued, "Well, I guess not. Not really. I've gotten so used to it that I actually start craving it when he's away and-"
Ian gasped, shaking his head and cutting Haiden off in mid-sentence, "You're going too far! Say no more!"
"You asked me so I'm telling you, Ian. Calm down. You have to at least be able to talk about it if you actually want to go through with it."
Considering this, Ian sighed and gave in, "Alright, Haiden. What do you do?" There was a slight laugh from Haiden's end of the phone, and a deep breath, "I masturbate."
"WHAT!?" Ian couldn't believe his ears. His young, I-Wish-I-Was-Still-A-Virgin ears.
"Relax, it's perfectly normal. Not to mention it's healthy. I gave the same reaction when I learned about it."
"Haiden...I can't do that! It's so-"
"Wrong? Disgusting? I always thought so too, but it's really helpful when Blaise isn't around." Haiden's face was red and hot, and he shook his head, his hair flying franticaly, not believing he's turned into such a 'sex fiend'.
"No," Ian protested, "I-I just can't...I don't even know h-how to!"
Haiden wasn't buying that, "You don't know how to? What a lame excuse, Ian. It's easy! Just rub your------- and use something to put in your------ as a substitute for Alex's ------"
"I have to go!" Ian's ears had blocked out everything he didn't want to hear...But oddly enough, he knew exactly what Haiden was saying.

S lumping down onto his bed, Ian let out a long, breathy sigh. He put his hand onto his forehead and stared up at the white ceiling of his bedroom.
"Haiden must be crazy to think I'd do such a thing. I can calm myself down enough to...S-Sleep..with Alex.."
The mere mention of anything sexual involving him and Alex sent shivers up Ian's spine. As much as he wanted it, he just couldn't go through with it. It was too scary, too nerve wrecking. Suddenly, he felt the heat. The sensation that made his body hot. He rolled over onto his side and cupped his head in his hands, trying to ignore it. He wanted it. He wanted Alex. Right now. All these thoughts about sex, and masturbation really got to poor Ian. Standing up, he made his way down stairs and into the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table. He put his head back in his hands and sat there, silent, for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was no more than three minutes. Ian looked up, glancing at the two candle holders on the table. A long, smooth white candle sit inside one. Picking it up and examining it, Ian noted that the bottom was also smooth, but perfectly round. He stared at the candle in his grip.
"This...Is perfect!" Ian's thoughts became overwhelmed with excitement as he raced upstairs, shut off his lights and climbed under the covers of his comfortable, single person bed. He took a deep breath and slid off his boxers slowly.
"Am I really doing this?"
He looked at the candle again. Silence for a moment.
"Alex..." Ian proped his legs up in the perfect position for himself and gently licked the tip of the candle, and then the length of it, sliding it into his mouth to wet it.
"I feel so wrong doing this," Ian stated to no one but himself after he removed the candle from his mouth, "but I want it so badly."
Relaxing his muscles, Ian gently slid the candle inside himself, gritting his teeth. It kind of hurt, but not as bad as he expected. Slowly he moved it in and out, his eyes shut tightly, pretending it was Alex the best he could. As time progressed, Ian was getting faster with every thrust, his moans getting louder.
"Oh! Y-Yes..! It's...So good, Alex! So good!"
At this point Ian was so absorbed in the pleasure he was thinking it really was Alex. He gripped onto his penis and stroked it as fast as he was thrusting the candle.
He couldn't take it anymore, he felt so filled that he just had to let go.
"I'm...Cumming!!" with a slight push of his hips, it happened.
He lay there, breathing heavily, a smile on his face. Why was he so afraid before? Why was this something that had frightened him? Something that could feel so good is nothing to be afraid of, he thought.
Ian carefuly slid the candle out of himself and sat up, "Time for a shower."

A fter Ian had finished thoroughly cleaning himself, the candle, and his bed, he darted down the steps and back into the kitchen. He felt ready. Ready to finally give into Alex willingly. He had the perfect idea about how he could bring this about and actually make it happen his way. Rushing to the phone and picking it up, Ian dialed Alex's cell phone number, waiting impatiently for an answer.
"Hello, Alex Calaway," an uninterested voice on the other line claimed.
"Alex! It's Ian. I want you to come over after work, I have something special planned."
"Okay...But I'll-"
"I love you, Alex!" Ian hung up before Alex could finish his sentence and ran to the fridge to get to work.
He pulled out chicken, vegetables, and a desert for later. Ian wasn't a bad cook, and who better to make a dinner for than his boyfriend?
After everything was prepared, the clock read 5:46 P.M. Only 14 minutes before Alex arrives, Ian thought.
A knock on the door echoed through the house.
"Already...?" Ian made his way over to the door and opened it for Alex, whom wrapped his arms around Ian and kissed him for about 4 minutes, his tongue messing with his. Alex released Ian from his hold and sat at the kitchen table, glancing at every piece of food on it. Ian took a seat across from his and smiled.
"I cooked this myself. I really hope you like it."
"I'm sure I will," started Alex, fixing his gaze on Ian, "but I just want to know one thing."
"Anything~" Ian rested his chin on his hand and continued smiling happily. Alex pointed to the candle holders on the table,
"Why on earth is there two candle holders and only one candle?"