From: Me Subject: True First Time Story... Date: Thu, 02 Jan 1997 21:55:08 -0330 Organization: HookUp Communication Corporation, St. John's, Newfoundland, CANADA This is the story of my first time, please tell me what you think at youngman@teenworld.poboxes.com This story is a true story about my first sexual encounter. The names, however, are substituted. Please, write and tell me what you think... I still remember the first time I ever had sex. I guess it was a long while ago now. I was nine. Mom and Dad were gone to a party, they left me with my cousin, Jaason, who always babysat me. He was a hot 18 year old, I remember looking at him all the time during that awkward stage of puberty when I felt attracted to him, but had not yet realized I was gay. He had red brown hair that had been bleached to a dirty blonde by the sun. His goatee however, was still brown so it had an interesting look. He had a slim build, even though he worked out alot. I guess he was running low on testosterone, but I know where it went, to his dick. Even when we weren't watching straigh porn movies on TV it was huge, I ached when I saw him, the way his baggiest jeans still could not hid it's curves and shape. Oh, I ached when I saw him!! Well, this one night was a little different, Jaason had long ago gone through his collection of porn movies twice, and we were getting bored of them. He invited his girlfriend, Annellise over. They went into my parents bedroom and started to remove each others clothes. I watched thw whole time, Annellise was very sexy for a 16 year old. I had seen girls in my grade gawking at her, saying, "Well, those are fake." and "What a load of silicon." But I had seen her breasts looking through the door, they were real, or as real as those girls in the porn movies. They would never talk dirty when they had sex, or do wierd positions like in the movies. He just lay on her and fucked the shit out of her. I remember Annellise as a honor student, hair tied neatly back, daughter of Jim, our lawyer. But she as so different at my house. Anyway. Enough with the girls, as usual, when it was over Jaason went to take a shower, Annellise went home to her goodie goodie parents. I went out and watched thorugh my favorite scene in Hooterville. Then I heard Jaason call, "Rick, could you hand me a towel. I ran blindly into the bathroom, as a 9 year old would do, when I felt a jab in my chest. Looking down I realized I had walked right into the head of Jaason's huge erect cock. I was young, and stupid, so I turned to run, afraid of this thing coming from his groin. But he grabbed me and barred the door. I screamed and screamed, but there was no one wo answer. Jaason threw me into the bathtub, clothes and all, then climbed on top of me, for a short while my head was completely under the water, while he pumped his hips, pressing his cock against my thighs. His face was red, his body twitching, then he sighed and relaxed. I guessed he had cum. I knew what cum was, I had been able to do it since I was 8. He left and I sat there in the bathtub for a long while, playing with the sperm as they swam aimlessly through the water. But, it wasn't over. When I got out I went into my bedroom to get changed, no one was in there. I got completely naked, admiring my fresh batch of black dots where pubes would be in a few years. Then , out of the corner of my eye I saw the closet door moved, and out walked Jaason, still naked, hard, and more aroused than before. He took me and lay me on the bed, hauling on my jaw and shoving the first four inches of his dick down my throat. I, of course, thought this was gross, real gross. He started to pump, realizing that if I didn't spit it out, I wouldn't pump it for him. In just a few moments he let a load of cum out in my mouth, more than I had ever seen. Pretty good considering he had just cummed twice in less than an hour. I spat out the cum, revolted by the disgusting taste of salty sperm. My parents would be home soon. Then he looked down at my pathetic little boner and said something, I dont remember what, I was too preoccupied with getting the cum out of my mouth. Then, when I didn't reply he reached down and grabbed my little cock. I had never really been touched before, besides by myself. It's like being tickled, only works if someone does it for you. He kept massaging it in the perfect motion to make me writher in ecstasy. My stomach wrentched at the sudden burst of pleasure, my thighs cramped from the long stretch. In a few moments I shot mt little load out, it didn't fly like Jaason's, just bubbled out over. He bent over and licked at it, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I was hard again already, and spurted another, much smaller load just as fast. The Jaason handed me clean underwear and a shirt, and he too got dressed. I pulled on my top, now having time to think about what happened I almost regretted it, but not for long. Out on the chair I sat on Jaason's lap and he reaced around, squeezing the cum out of my dick load after load after load. Then, we moved to the couch, we didn't do much, I stuck my foot between his legs and wiggled my toes, I could feel my legs bending as his cock expanded and puched my foot toward me, then, I felt the rhythmicwaves as cum was pumped through his tubes and out onto his underwear. I had never seen so much cum, it even stained through his jeans. Then, as Jaason went to cover up the wet blotch, the door opened and my parents, drunk as dogs, walked in and went to bed, not even noticing Annellise's hair buckle or the messy sheets. After that night I was glad when Jaason came to babysit. I anticipated his dick and hands like a prophet anticipates God. We fooled around every weekend. As I grew I realized how important Jaason was to me, giving encouragement that my cock was growing right, that it was big and hard, that my abs were fine and my chest stuck out. He broke up with Annellise later, she died in a car accident along with her mother and younger brother. Jaason went away to colledge later that year and I saw him but once a month. He eventually came out as being gay and Mom and Dad didn't want him baby-sitting me anymore, but when he got engaged to Allison, a colledge cheerleader, they tried him again. And so, now, on the second saturday of every month, I know I'll meet a good friend, a friend I could tell, and do, anything to. youngman@teenworld.poboxes.com