Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 21:48:03 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Stephens Subject: Ricky is Hot I received an e-mail from someone after they read "Ronnie's Girl". In it they mentioned that their first sexual experience was when they were 14 years old and gave a blow job to a 20 year old. I tried to think of when I was 14 and wonder if I would have sucked a 20 year old guy's cock. I don't think I would have, even if given a chance. I probably would have liked it if I was the 20 year old and getting a blow job from a 14 year old. That got me to thinking... Part 1 -- Indian Lake I met Ricky at nearby Indian Lake on a hot, lazy summer day. I swam out to a raft near the middle of the lake; it was away from the kids, noise and activity at the beach. I have just finished high school, taking time off from my summer job and thinking about college starting in a month. I won't turn 18 until sometime after college starts, so I am still a horny 17 year old thinking about sex. Like every other horny teen, I think about sex twice a second every waking hour. We all have bravado tempered by a fear about how we measure up in looks, personality, sex appeal, experience and of course, cock size. Adding to that, I had an additional burden of wondering about my sexuality. I always tried to clear those thoughts from my head, but they were always there. I had never been on a real date with a girl. Oh yes, I went to my senior prom with a neighbor of a friend of mine from school. I never went out with her before or after, but I had a good time at the prom. I knew how to dance enough to not embarrass myself. I took dancing lessons in the seventh grade, sponsored by the women's club for all young teens in the town. I also danced with a few girls at school dances, although mostly I hung around with other guys shooting the shit and then heading home at the end of the dance. I have about reached the end of my growing years, now close to six feet and painfully thin at about 145 pounds. I had a crew cut which I was starting to grow out to affect a "Joe college" style haircut -- short and parted on the side. Some people called that look a "Princeton" hair style, but I was not headed off to an Ivy League school, so I preferred the Joe college label. I had acquired a tan during the summer and in spite of my misgivings, I was actually moderately attractive. I found some of the girls attractive, but lacked the confidence to ask them out. Maybe part of that lack of confidence was that I liked being around other guys more than I liked being around girls. This scared me a little and I didn't want to think about it too long. I had my eyes closed as my mind played with this whole drama of sex, self-rebukes and uncertainty. Even though my mind was roiling, I was enjoying the calm sensation of the sun caressing my teen body. Suddenly my thoughts were derailed by the sound of something or someone breaking the surface of the water, and then the raft shook as someone climbed the short ladder out of the water and plopped down beside me. I turned my head slightly to the left and squinted against the afternoon sun to see who my new companion was. Lying beside me on the small raft, propped up on his elbows and dripping wet, was a teenage boy in blue boxer style swim trunks. God, he was a good looking boy. Tanned, about 5'9", maybe 125 pounds, very light brown short hair (as opposed to my dark brown hair), green eyes (compared with my brown or hazel eyes -- some people called them hazel, but I wasn't sure if they were). He had a nice smile and I like him just looking at him. What did that mean? Did it mean anything at all? I felt a slight stirring in my cock, but nothing that threatened to get out of control. What did that mean? I tried to get those thoughts out of my head quickly. My raft companion spoke up, inquiring where he knew me from. "Did you go to Catholic high school in the city" he asked? "Yes, I was on the cross country and track teams." Ok, that must be it, "I'll be a sophomore next fall, what about you?" I revealed that I had graduated and was going to be attending State in the fall. "By the way, my name is Mark."I offered and he replied, "Richard, but you can call me Ricky". I was starting to get hard and decided to roll over on my stomach before Ricky noticed it. Too late, Ricky chuckled and asked if I had a hard on. I wasn't use to this kind of frankness and if confronted I would usually deny such a question. Hell, I wouldn't even admit I jerked off -- what teenage boy does not jerk off? But, for some strange reason I said, "Yah, what about you"? Ricky giggled and said "Yah, me too". I rolled over on my back so Ricky could see my tented swim trunks. He giggled and pushed his hips up so that I could see his hard on, thinly covered by his wet trunks, hugging his very pleasing anatomical contours. Damn he looked bigger than me. Well, I've perved classmates in the showers and most guys look bigger than me, so this shouldn't surprise me. What am I doing? Am I flirting with this kid? He is definitely flirting with me. Yah, I am flirting with him. "Looks like you have a nice cock growing in there Ricky." Ricky grins and suddenly reaches over and grabs my cock. "Shit Ricky, someone might see us." I roll over on my left hip with my cock pointing toward Ricky and away from the beach. Ricky continues to fondle my cock and I can't resist reaching over and grasping his cock. Ricky seemed fearless, but I was scared. Yes, scared, but unable to resist. Ricky was an extrovert and when he saw my hard on he knew he had me for a sex partner that afternoon. Ricky looked past me toward the beach and said, "I know a place a little more private if you are interested". I nodded and followed Ricky into the water. We swam about 300 hundred yards to a small island. Ricky swam around the island, keeping it between us and the beach. We surfaced and walked up on to the small beach. I noted that the exertions of the swim had not diminished either one of our erections. Ricky reached up and put his arm around my shoulder as we retreated into the woods on the small island. God, this kid is more mature about this than I am. I look over at his face; I knew I better get with the program because I want this. Ricky is hot! To be continued... Were you having sex when you were 14? Did you pass up a chance to have sex when you were a teenager? If so, do you regret it?