Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2018 12:48:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Fourteen Year Old Freeballer

	I was 14 years old when I started freeballing.  And it led to my
first sexual experience with a man.
	It was 1980, and I had (finally) started puberty a few months ago.
I still pretty much looked like a little boy; about 4'6", maybe 80 pounds,
straight brown hair, and thick glasses.  But at least my dick, my pride and
joy, was coming along!  When hard (which was pretty much all the time back
then), it pointed straight up towards my belly button, 4 cut inches with a
nice mushroom head.  The only hair below my neck was a small patch of pubes
above the root of my dick.
	That summer, I discovered freeballing.  After a day of swimming at
my best friend's house, I noticed that he put on his shorts without
underwear after we dried off.  When I asked him about it he grinned at me
and said it felt great, that I should try it.  So I did, and ran around
every day for the rest of the summer that way (I would just put a pair of
briefs in with my dirty laundry every night, to fool my mother).
	One hot afternoon, I was playing basketball at a park with a bunch
of my friends.  It was hot, so all of us had stripped off our t-shirts.  I
was wearing a pair of old-school gym shorts, the kind that didn't even go
down to mid-thigh (pretty much the norm for boys back then).  And no
underwear, of course!
	As the afternoon wore along, boys started leaving to go home for
dinner.  Soon there was just 4 or 5 of us left, and the game devolved into
horseplay.  After one guy got pantsed, we all started trying to pull down
each other's shorts.  I was being careful to keep away from their grabbing
hands, since I knew that getting pantsed myself would leave me naked.  But
it wasn't long before they all ganged up on me, and my shorts ended up
around my ankles.
	The other boys all fell to the ground laughing uproariously, as I
pulled my shorts back up.  Looking around, I was glad to see the park was
almost empty; just us, and one man siting at a nearby picnic table.  He was
looking at me and smiling.  Good thing I didn't know him!
	Pretty soon after that, my friends all headed home.  I didn't have
to be home for a few more hours, so I stayed and practiced shots.  A few
minutes later the man cam over and asked if he could shoot baskets with me,
so we started taking turns. I alternated between watching his shots, and
carefully looking him over out of the corner of my eye (I didn't realize
yet what liking to look at other guys, and imagining doing things with them
naked, meant).  He was shirtless like me, but his body was everything that
mine was not: lean, nicely-tanned 6-pack, dime-sized nipples that pointed
out, arms and legs with defined muscles, and a big bulge at the front of
his shorts.
	He told me his name was Paul and that he was 22 years old, and
asked for my name and age; I said I'm 14, and my name is Jeremy.  While we
took turns shooting, we exchanged stories and stuff about ourselves (our
schools, hobbies, favorite sports teams, movies we like, etc).  Then Paul
suggested we play one-on-one, so we did.
       As the game went on, there was more and more body contact, but not
in the way I was used to in basketball.  Instead of bumping and pushing,
his body was rubbing against mine, especially our middles.  And his hands
rubbed all over me (my chest and back, arms, legs, and butt) and kept
poking and grabbing my crotch.  I liked how it all felt, and quickly got an
erection as hard as I've ever had.  Paul started talking and asking about
my freeballing: how I liked doing it, and how long I had been doing it,
where and how often I did it. A few times he slid his hand up through the
leg opening, grabbed my hard- on, and gave it a squeeze.
       This had been going on for about a half hour, when Paul straightened
up and grinned at me.  Nodding his head at the bathrooms, he suggested that
we go for a piss. When he closed and locked the door behind us I was both
excited and nervous, my heart hammering away in my chest. Paul walked up to
me, staring into my eyes, and began running his fingertips all over my
chest and belly. I let out a moan, he slid his hands down to my waistband,
and pushed my shorts down my legs. Paul licked his lips as his eyes roamed
over my naked body, zeroing in on my throbbing hard-on.  He grasped it in
one hand as his thumb rubbed across my piss slit, causing me to suck in my
breath.  Then he knelt down in front of me, still grasping my shaft between
his fingers; I felt his hot breath all along my dick, as his face was mere
inches away from it.  I watched as he opened his mouth, and my dick
disappeared inside as his lips slid around it to the base.  I had never
felt anything so good!
       Paul began sliding his lips up and down my shaft, his tongue
swirling all over, as he fondled my balls with his fingertips.  I put my
hands on his shoulders for balance, leaned back slightly to give him full
access to my groin, and watched him give me the best blow job of my life.
Alternating between hisses and loud groans, I soon felt myself approaching
the edge.  He ignored my cries that I was gonna shoot; instead, he sped up
his lip action and increased the power of his suction.
       Moments later, I saw stars as my body plunged through an
earth-shattering orgasm.  I screamed and thrust my hips forward to plunge
my entire length into his mouth, and my body shook as I exploded in his
mouth.  Five strong spurts (a record for me) flew out of my dickhead and
down his throat, and then I collapsed against him, every ounce of strength
gone.  Paul gently eased me down onto the floor, without releasing me from
his mouth.  His tongue cleaned off my shaft, then he gave my sensitive head
one last swipe before he sat up above me.  Peering up at him through
half-open eyes, I gave him a weak smile.  Leaning back down, Paul kissed my
lips gently, and then stood up.  And before I had a chance to thank him, he
was gone.
       I laid there on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily and gathering
my strength back, before jumping to my feet and running out the door after
him.  I was naked, but I didn't care.  Looking all around, the park was
deserted.  After taking a step in several directions, I realized that I'd
never find him.  The sun was going down, and I needed to get home.
Returning to the bathroom, I slid my shorts back on and then went back to
the basketball court to retrieve my t-shirt.  My still-sensitive dick
rubbed against my shorts as I walked home, glad that I had started
freeballing.
       And I didn't wear underwear again for the rest of that summer.