Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 13:30:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Time Fun

   This is a fictional work depicting mutual first time sexual contact for
a man, and a young teen boy. Any resemblance to actual events are
coincidental.


   Hidden away under the bike bridge that crossed the narrow creek,
thirteen year old Eric basked in the afterglow of his recent self-induced
orgasm, his third of the day so far. Since he had discovered the art of
masturbation just after his twelfth birthday he had never looked back, and
the frequency with which he indulged the practice sometimes surprised even
him, but it simply felt far too good to be resisted.

   These urges that the boy felt were further enhanced by his having
accidentally discovered a discarded gay porn magazine while foraging
dumpsters for recyclable cans and bottles some weeks back, and the slick
pages of the magazine had all but been rubbed blank by Eric's frequent
perusals of the highly exciting images they contained, all in vivid color
no less. Eric didn't dare to chance taking the magazine home for fear of
it's being discovered by his Mom on one of her frequent inspections of his
bedroom, and this cozy little spot beneath the bike bridge had seemed the
perfect stash for the contraband item, plus, it was an equally cool place
to fist his rigid penis after fueling his libido looking at the pictures of
naked males involved in some highly exciting sex acts with each other.

   Eric loved the magazine cover to cover, no question, but his favorite
and most carefully studied section was one that the magazine titled as
"Dad-n-Son." At first, Eric had taken the title to imply that the older
men-late teen boy images were actual father-son pairings, and that thought
was originally a little off putting for Eric who couldn't possibly imagine
being at all interested in any kind of sex play with his own Dad. However,
further study had made it clear to Eric that there was actually no physical
resemblance whatsoever between the teens and adults, leading him to the
more likely conclusion that the title was only a euphemism for man/boy
sexual play. Having reached that conclusion got Eric to thinking a lot
about that, and the thought process eventually led Eric to wondering if
there might possibly be any adult man in his immediate sphere that might
have some interest in performing the exciting acts in the magazine with his
lithe young body. The idea of an adult man ripe with sexual skill and
experience indoctrinating him to the joys of sex excited Eric a lot, and it
was pretty much all that he fantasized about during his frequent stroke
sessions.

   Also found in Eric's illicit magazine were several advertisements, and
reader blogs that referenced various gay porn web sites complete with
url's, and Eric had also availed himself of several of these at any
opportunity for privacy on the computer, eventually surfing exclusively to
the man/boy type of pages. Over time Eric's predilection grew from a
curiosity to a near obsession, and he became determined to embark a search
to find a man to get naked with, hopefully soon. As he began thinking out
the details of his plan, he quickly dismissed any thought of searching out
a stranger in venues he had read about, like city parks, or public
bathrooms, his parents consistent warnings that strange men were fraught
with danger taking precedence over his strong desire. That decision left
Eric with only one other real option to fulfill his growing fantasy; he
would need to seek his would-be paramour among the adult men with whom he
had some degree of familiarity. Eric closed his eyes, and began a mental
slide show of the prospects that fit within his criteria, as he idly toyed
with his still exposed penis, and his grape-sized balls, and the sculpted
little treasure rapidly responded to the attention as it grew rigid once
more, and after several minutes, produced yet another spewing of his
surprisingly copious boy-honey onto the decaying grass and leaves between
his widely splayed legs.

   As Eric recovered from the orgasm, a face formed in his mind, and he
smiled widely as he began to form a plot to make himself, and his budding
young boyhood available to this intended victim. He wondered why it had
taken him so long to reach the conclusion he had, given that it was
actually obvious that the man he now had in mind was perfect for his plan,
plus, he really liked him a lot, and always had. His name was Rick, and at
one time he had worked at the same company as Eric's Dad, though he had
since moved to a different job, and best of all, he lived just a few blocks
from Eric's house.

    Rick White was thirty-six years of age, single, and gay. At the time
that he was working with Eric's Dad, he had let himself be talked into
helping him coach the little league baseball team that Eric had played on,
and he had taken a genuine liking to the young cutie and his sparkling
personality. Because his house was located in close proximity to Eric's,
and as their relationship developed, it became fairly common for Eric to
drop by as he pedaled his bike around the neighborhood, and Rick always
enjoyed his visits, and their time together. Frequently he would provide
Eric with a cold drink, and the occasional snack, and they would chat about
baseball, or fishing, and the things going on with Eric's school work. The
boy displayed a maturity beyond his tender years, Rick thought, and beside
that, he was not hard to look at in the snug little jeans, or shorts that
he seemed to favor. Often on warmer days Eric would be shirtless, and
barefoot, only the small shorts concealing his youthful treasures, and Rick
always enjoyed the view of the boy's silky smooth torso, and his well
formed and still hairless legs, not to mention the stunning curvature of
his very cute little butt framed nicely in the snug shorts. In certain
postures and positions the intriguing bulges that defined him as boy
weren't painful to sneak covert glances at either, for that matter. To be
totally honest Rick had always felt a certain attraction to the cute boy,
but he would never allow himself to attempt any sort of seduction of such a
young boy like Eric, much as he had frequently fantasized about seeing him
naked, his intriguing little boyhood proudly erect.

   Saturday morning finally arrived, and Eric woke to a sun flooded
bedroom. He stretched his slender body, and trailed his hand down his torso
to grip the lump of his penis, and balls outside the small white briefs he
had slept in. He felt his penis swell with blood, and he slid his hand
under the elastic, and closed his fingers around the slender shaft, and
squeezed it, as small trembles washed over him. On any other Saturday
morning he would doubtless have rolled out of bed, gone for a much needed
pee, and then slipped back into bed naked for a morning jack off, spraying
his creamy nectar all over his smooth tummy before going for a shower. But
not this Saturday...he resisted the strong urge to work his penis, thinking
again of the details of his plan to begin finding a way to get Rick to do
sexy stuff with him. He had eagerly awaited this Saturday, knowing that
Rick would most likely be at home tinkering around in his yard as he liked
to do on warm sunny days, and Eric had plans to "drop by" for a visit that
he had every hope would eventually lead to a visit to Rick's bedroom, or at
least inside the house.

   Reluctantly, he stopped fondling his package, and rolled out of
bed. Moving to his dresser, he searched his available wardrobe, deciding on
a red tank-top shirt, and a pair of the gym shorts that he had in nearly
every color imaginable. He dug out a fresh pair of white briefs, and headed
off to the bathroom across the hall, went inside, and closed the door
behind him. He set the clothes on the vanity, and then peeled off his
little briefs, and faced the large mirror above the sink. He let out a
little giggle as his eyes checked out his still hard boner where it jutted
proudly off his snow white groin, and he reached for it, and moved the
bouncing stalk aside briefly so that he could examine the tight little
pouch that dangled between his thighs and held his tender balls. He ran the
fingers of his free hand over the sac, exploring for any emerging hairs,
and again found none in evidence. He sighed, and let go of his penis,
watching in the mirror as it snapped back into its original position.

    Eric admired his pride and joy carefully, examining it's four inch
length, and approximate one inch girth. He especially liked the knob like
head of his boyhood, and having seen a few uncircumcised boy's at school,
he was glad that his had been cut at birth. He frowned slightly as he
looked at the scant growth of silky pubes that were scattered at the base
of his penis, and willed that additional growth happen soon, then did a
half turn to the side so that he could he check out his tight little butt
in the reflected image. He wiggled it side to side, giggling, and then
reached back to grip the firm little globes and tugged them apart, giggling
again as his tiny pink pucker emerged from it's secret place to become
visible in the mirror reflection. Moving one hand, Eric trailed a slender
finger over the wrinkled little orifice, and he shuddered as a pleasurable
sensation washed over his lithe body. The exploration of his tiny hole was
a recent added dimension to Eric's masturbation games, added after one of
his friends had shared some porn magazines that he had pirated from an
older brothers stash. Prior to seeing the tantalizing images Eric had not
actually given any consideration to his butt hole as a possible source of
stimulation, but once he had been motivated to experiment with it, he found
that he loved touching and fingering himself in that most intimate place,
and the higher level of intensity it seemed to produce in his youthful
orgasms was nothing short of amazing.

   As he straightened up, and turned back to face the mirror he idly
wondered if Rick was aware of the possibilities that existed back there,
and he seriously hoped that he did, deducing that if touching the sensitive
little bud himself felt good, having someone else play with it must feel
totally awesome. He focused on his rigid little penis in the reflected
image of himself, and rolled his narrow hips as obscenely as he could
muster, grinning at the image of his bouncing erection, and the gentle
swing of his tight little pouch. Turning from the mirror, he reached for
his little briefs, and stepped into them, adjusting his swollen package
inside the snug garment. He pulled on his clean shorts, and tank-top,
fluffed his soft hair into place, and then went back to his room for some
shoes. Dressed, he headed for the kitchen for some cereal, his mind already
focused on being with Rick.

   Rick finished cleaning up after his breakfast preparation, and then took
the last mug of coffee, and went out to his covered front porch, and
settled into one of the wicker chairs he had there. He sat back, sipping
the coffee, and gazed across the lawn to the still quiet street. The day
promised to be as pleasant as the previous evenings television forecaster
had predicted, the still rising sun already warm, and the sky a clear and
cloudless blue. He took a long pull from the coffee, and then shifted his
gaze to his left where his peripheral vision detected movement, and he
settled his gaze on the lawn area of the house next door. The sixteen year
old boy who lived there was seated on the grass, going through his warm up
stretches prior to his usual morning run, and Rick sat back in his chair,
quietly watching the slender and well toned boy manipulate his limbs in
various stretching moves. Apparently the boy was quite the track sensation
at the local high school, and he certainly had the perfect runners body,
Rick thought as he watched the boy, and he felt the familiar stirring at
his crotch that he always experienced when appreciating the many charms of
a young male body. This boy was slightly out of Rick's age preference which
tended toward boys twelve to fifteen, and Rick silently expressed his
regret that the boy's family had only recently moved in to the house next
door. It would have been great to have had this handsome lad so close a few
years back, he thought, when his solid body was still more boyish, and less
developed than it was now. No question that he was still a serious hottie,
just further along the road to adulthood than was Ricks taste.

   Rick watched the teen complete his routine, and then take off on his
run, and he picked up his mug, and went back inside to add it to the
dishwasher along with the other dishes. He made a pit stop in the john, and
then picked up his car keys, and headed for the garage, intending to give
his car a good cleaning, inside and out. He backed the car onto the
driveway at the side of his house, and then retrieved the cleaning agents,
a bucket and sponge, and a roll of paper towels. He unrolled the hose near
the car, and then set about sweeping the carpet, and dusting the dashboard,
and door panels, before applying a coat of protectant to the surfaces. As
he began the somewhat arduous task of cleaning the insides of the window,
he heard a small clatter at the rear of the car that got his attention. He
slid out of the car, and moved toward the rear, where he encountered his
former work mate's young son, Eric. The clatter apparently had been
generated by Eric dropping his bicycle onto the concrete drive as he
dismounted. Rick smiled broadly, happy as he always was to see the young
cutie, and he felt that familiar stirring in his groin again as he let his
eyes drift over the boy's slim frame, and exceedingly cute young face. The
boy had been showing up frequently, and enchanting Rick with his good
looks, and sparkling personality, and over time he had become the prime
subject of Rick's sexual fantasies on the frequent occasions where he let
himself secretly indulge his long standing predilection for young boys
exactly like the one that stood in his driveway grinning at him.

   As he returned the boy's greeting, Rick let his eyes wander down the
boy's torso, and settle briefly on the small shorts that clung snugly to
his middle, and he felt the stirring at his groin increase as he discerned
the enticing lumps that bulged behind the small shorts. Jesus, thought
Rick, what I wouldn't give to have this little hottie naked and hard a nail
while I explored every corner of that pert little body! The lingering gaze
at his crotch had not been lost on Eric, and he felt his own small balls
give a sharp tug as the man stared at his saucily bulging boyhood behind
the soft material of his little shorts, and he let his own eyes drop to
Rick's shorts, and he unconsciously licked his lush lips as he took note of
the sizeable bulge that pushed at the material, and the well muscled and
lightly hairy legs below. Oh wow, thought Eric, I bet his is a really nice
one, and probably a lot of hair too, and man I wish I could see him all
naked, and with his dick all hard.

   Man and boy chatted a few minutes, their outward conversation limited to
Rick's cleaning of his car, while each of their inward thoughts shared
their mutual and unspoken desire to have the other naked, and as Rick
finished up the car's interior, and prepared to undertake the exterior
wash, Eric volunteered to help. Rick told the boy to man the hose, and that
he would soap the car while Eric rinsed, and Eric hurried to turn on the
water at the hose bib as Rick carefully watched his tight little butt as he
bent down to the faucet. Shaking his head, Rick turned his attention to the
task at hand, and liberally soaped the roof of the car. Eric moved in then,
and pulled the trigger handle on the pressure nozzle at the end of the
hose, shooting a strong streamer of water over the car top to remove the
soap and grime. Rick did the hood next, and Eric again followed with the
rinse, and, as Rick knelt low to wash the side panel of the car, Eric
playfully aimed the hose at him, and yanked briefly on the trigger handle,
sending a short burst of water to wash over Rick, wetting him
thoroughly. Rick hollered loudly, his soaked tee shirt clinging to his well
developed chest and abdomen, and he stood up, grabbing at his bucket of
soapy water. He took a step toward the giggling boy, and quickly flung the
bucket, unleashing a torrent of sudsy water that landed squarely on the
front of the startled boy, soaking his thank-top and little shorts
completely, and turning his soft hair into a soggy mop that now hung into
is wide open eyes.

   Recovering quickly from the shock of being doused, Eric giggled, and
again pulled the nozzle trigger, this time aiming the strong jet directly
at the scrambling Rick, and drenching him head to toe without
mercy. Laughing, Rick charged the hose wielding boy, and gathered his small
frame up in his arms as he picked up the squealing boy, and then
unceremoniously dumped him onto the lawn in a pile of swinging arms and
legs. Grabbing the hose out of Eric's small hand, Rick aimed the nozzle at
the boy's mid-section, and fired. Eric scrambled into a fetal ball, his
slender arms folding to protect his head as Rick unmercifully doused his
squirming body until the boy was as wet as if he had just emerged from a
shower taken while fully dressed. Finally relenting, Rick stopped the water
cannon, and then dropped onto the grass beside the soaked boy, and grabbed
him. Pulling the struggling boy across his soaked lap, he playfully swatted
his palm at the firm little pillows of his pert little ass as Eric yelped
and squirmed, giggling uncontrollably.

   Relenting his onslaught, Rick settled back onto his elbows, and looked
at the laughing boy splayed across his lap, and his eyes focused on the
pretty little butt that the well drenched shorts now clung to like a second
skin, including a very deeply seated wedgie that clearly separated the lush
mounds and defined the silky crease that divided them. Unable to resist, he
reached out and gripped one firm globe, and kneaded it, as he muttered some
inane verbal rebuke about the surprise soaking, and he felt the boy tense
under his touch, and then shudder. Slowly, Rick became aware of the rigid
tube of boyhood that poked against his thigh, and he realized with a gasp
that the boy was erect. That realization instantly translated to Rick's own
penis, and in seconds he too was fully erect, and his swollen manhood
pressed against the boy's soft tummy as he continued his squirming. As if
suddenly on the same wave length, their eyes met, and held, as Eric's sweet
face flushed a brilliant pink, and Rick gave the boy a coy little wink, and
nodded his head as if to imply that all was cool, and that their mutual
erections from the playful groping was a good thing.

   Wanting to break the tension that Eric was obviously feeling, Rick
rolled the soaking wet boy off his body, and got to his feet. Extending his
arm, he pulled Eric up as well, and chuckling, he made some remark about
them going inside to get dried off, and cleaned up. Eric's heart thumped in
time with his pulsing boyhood at hearing the very invitation he had hoped
for, and he quickly agreed, and they moved to the back door, and entered
the kitchen. Inside, Rick hurried the soaked boy into his master bath, and
acting as though doing so were the most normal thing in the world, he
quickly peeled the boy's wet shirt over his head, and then dropped to a
knee, and skinned the equally wet little shorts down his well formed legs
until they puddle at his ankles. He paused briefly; savoring his eye-level
view of Eric's nearly transparent and well distended little briefs. The
rigid boyhood poked straight out, tenting the small briefs, and the wetness
made the plum-shaped head of it plainly visible, and Rick struggled with
the strong urge to lean forward, and close his mouth over it. Instead, he
raised his slightly trembling hands to the elastic waist, and, as he made
some comment about the wetness of the garment, he peeled it down the boy's
legs to join the wet shorts.

   Eric offered no resistance to the adult stripping him naked, and he felt
his penis pulsing strongly with excitement at the knowledge that the man
was eyeing it hungrily. Rick realized that he had been holding his breath
as he stared transfixed at the youthful erection that bobbed scant inches
from his face and he carefully studied every nuance of the sculpted rod as
his mouth filled with his saliva. It couldn't have been more perfect had he
designed it himself, Rick decided, a good size given his tender age,
probably easily four inches in length, while narrow, possibly an inch in
circumference. The well shaped helmet was rounded nicely, and flared wider
than the shaft, and a deep pink shade lightly tinged with purple. He noted
the scant strands of emerging pubes on the white groin at the base of the
rigid boyhood, and the taut pouch below that dangled slightly with the
weight of the tender orbs it contained, noting it's totally hair-free
appearance, and the tight little creases of creamy skin that circled it. He
glanced up, and met Eric's wide-eyed gaze, and when he winked at the boy,
he blushed furiously, and giggled nervously. Not seeing any sign of fear,
or discomfort other than some mild embarrassment, Rick boldly moved his
hand, and closed his fist around the boy's rock hard penis, and gave it a
small squeeze as he told Eric how very nice he thought it was, and
complimented him on his above average size, and the overall appearance of
his naked young body. Eric continued to flush brightly, but he smiled
broadly at the comments, and he shuddered as Rick gently pumped his
throbbing penis several times as he brought his other hand up to gently cup
the tight scrotum and probe the tender orbs within.

   Eric was feeling dizzy; his heart hammering in his chest creating a loud
roaring sound inside his head as Rick expertly fondled his highly excited
boyhood. Oh man, he thought, it's even better than I thought; I never, ever
felt anything as good as this. The initial shock of being so intimately
handled waned some, and Eric let himself relax more, as he dropped his chin
to his bare chest and stared at the large hands gently manipulating him,
and he let out a low groan of pleasure as Rick rubbed the highly sensitive
knob of his penis with a thumb. His young balls were full of raging
tingles, and he felt his rapid pulse throbbing in his erection, and he
rocked up onto this tiptoes, groaning again, as Rick leaned in closer, and
began licking the silky smooth head of his erection. Oh Jeez, Eric thought,
just like those guys in the magazine...and man, that feels even better than
him just rubbing me...lots better...oh wow...!

   Sensing the boy's rapidly growing excitement, and encouraged by his
ready acceptance of his fondling him, Rick ran his tongue downward along
the rigid shaft, and then tongued the silky little pouch all over before
ever so carefully capturing each grape sized orb in turn, and gently
sucking it as his fingers once more gripped the pulsing shaft and stroked
it. Eric was emitting a steady cadence of small mewing noises, and his tiny
butt rocked back and forth as Rick relinquished the tight little sac, and
lapped his way back up the narrow shaft to the now oozing knob. He washed
his tongue over the smoothness several times, and then opened his mouth,
and slowly took in the entire length of the boy's penis, stopping only when
his stretched lips contacted the milky groin at its very base. He began
bobbing then, his head moving back and forth as his soft lips glided over
the straining boyhood, and he heard Eric groan loudly above him as the
boy's fingers gripped the sides of his head, following the back and forth
movements, and matching the rhythm with his gently bucking hips.  The boy
shuddered strongly then, again rocking up on his toes as he tugged sharply
at Rick's hair, and let out a holler loud enough that Rick idly worried the
neighbors might hear. Sensing the impending orgasm, Rick increased his pace
slightly, and reached out to carefully grip the slightly dangling scrotum
in his hand, and tug gently on the swinging balls as he pulled back his
head, and held only the bulbous helmet in his mouth, his tongue washing
over it and stabbing the tiny slit.

   Eric thought his knees would buckle as his lithe young body was overcome
with the most intense sensations he had ever experienced, and he let out
another yell of emotion as his tiny butt drove forcefully forward, and his
young balls pulled tight to his body, and his penis bucked strongly, and
then erupted. Rick felt the spasm inside his mouth and that was instantly
followed by the surprisingly copious release of the warm and slippery
boy-honey he had so been craving. Several rapid jets of the sweet tasting
fluid flooded his mouth, and he closed off the back of his throat in order
to collect it all, and savor it's warmth, and texture as the boy shuddered
and shook through his orgasm, finally all but folding to the floor, as Rick
slid his arms around the slender waist and held him, as the rapidly wilting
boyhood slipped from his lips. Rick swilled the ample fluid around his
mouth, and then swallowed it, relishing the lingering aftertaste as the
slickness slid down his throat. His eyes met Eric's, and he smiled at the
more than slightly stunned expression on the boy's flushed face, and he
pulled him to him, holding him, and telling him how incredible he was, and
how amazing he had tasted. Eric sagged against Risk's body, still trembling
and gasping for breath, as he focused his spinning mind on the fact that he
actually had just been touched, and oh my god, sucked, for the first time
ever. Oh man...oh wow...how awesome, he thought...amazing...for the first
time ever...after all that wondering about it...wow...my very first
time...but...not my last time, definitely...I REALLY... wanna
do...that...AGAIN!

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