Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 21:48:28 +0000
From: firsttimewriter@hotmail.com
Subject: First Summer of Lust

The holidays had been kind of dull.  Just turned sixteen, I was itching with
hormones and just fitting into my post-pubescent body.  I wanted to be
partying it up with my friends, discovering alcohol, drugs, sex and instead
I was in a picturesque cottage on the Cornish coastline with my mother and
her boyfriend, Steve.  He was OK and we got on well enough for the time to
go; it was not a problem with where I was but where I wasn't and there was
the permanent fear that I was missing out

After about a week of slowly adjusting from an urban life of (relative)
freedom, to one of fields, empty beaches and occasional visits to
civilisation accompanied by the oldies I was starting to look forward to the
arrival of Jake.  Jake was Steve's son and at a couple of years my junior
someone I had little time for, not that I disliked the kid; he was actually
OK, but so repressed and just taking off the last clothes of childhood.  I
spent most of the time with my father, and he spent his with his mother so I
hadn't seen him for a good six months, I wondered if he had changed much.
Of course, I thought that I hadn't, but I had changed in many ways; almost a
man.

My first real bump of excitement was that my cousin was coming to visit for
a couple of days just after Jake was due to arrive.  Joey was someone you
just enjoyed being around, his personality was, and still is, intriguing and
conducive, at one year my senior he was everything I wanted to be.  He was
beautiful and his smile could get him anything he wanted.  I suppose I
idolised him more than I realised at the time, but we got on really well and
I never understood why he liked me so much.

Looking back I was just as attractive, not as fit, but not that far off, and
the main difference between us was his confidence.  We had spent many
holidays with each other and I was as close to him as I had ever been to
anyone.

The day Jake arrived was much like any other.  I was on the beach that
backed onto the house and since the old farts had gone out to fetch Jake
from the train station I had taken advantage of the opportunity to sunbathe
naked.  Nobody came to the beach as it was private property and nothing
special, I had not seen anyone else there in all the time I had been on
Holiday; not even my mum or Steve.

I was lying, dozing, when I heard footsteps in the sand, when I took the
baseball cap off and looked up in surprise Jake was staring down at me with
a smirk on his face.  "Shit, erm...let me just get some kit on, oh, hi!" I
stammered at him while simultaneously turning red.

"No problem Tom, do you mind if I join you," he said and took me aback "my
dad and your mum are making some food, they'll be ages."

"Sure, if you like" I said and watched him take his clothes off.  I was
impressed with his development and realised he had caught up with me quite
a lot.  He had also changed in his attitude; he seemed a lot more open and
relaxed than I remembered.  It was difficult looking at him without seeming
as if I was a pervert so I put the cap back over my head as he got down to
his underwear.

I was getting confused.  Sure, I had seen naked guys before, but I was
really fascinated by Jake, and this was at odds with my experience of
sexuality.  We chatted about music and school and films and my mind started
to back off from the sexual stirring it was experiencing.

We lay in the lengthening sun for about an hour and I found my self really
liking Jake for the first time, glancing over I noticed his wispy blonde
hair was beginning to explore his body, having made an interesting mess of
his head.  He was the same height as me now, about 5'6", his form was slim
but defined, the last childish aspects leaving his figure.

I told him about Joey and as I was launching into a description of my hero I
suddenly thought: where were we all going to sleep?  I had the guest room
and its double bed all to my self and thought that Jake was going to take
the camp bed, but then I realised that I would have to share this with
either Jake or Joey (there was no way I was sleeping on the camp bed!) and
the thought of this gave me a stirring in my crotch.

"I think we should go in, maybe we could help them with the food, or
something." I said getting up suddenly and started putting on my shorts.  I
could not look down at Jake in case it caused more problems with my
uncontrollable cock.  We walked back in silence, I felt like there were a
troupe of actors in my head performing different plays and I think Jake was
a bit confused by my silence.

We got back just as Joey arrived and after the prerequisite bear-hug I
showed him to the room, I introduced Joey to Jake and to my relief they
started taking the piss out of each other straight away, laughing at each
other's jokes.  Steve came up with some beers and gave us one each as he
invited us all down for supper.  "What about the sleeping arrangements?" he
asked me just as I was swigging the beer, I lowered the bottle and looked
across at Jake "Why don't you and Jake take the bed, I have to take off
early tomorrow morning with your folks and I don't want to wake you when I
leave."  I looked across at Jake who shrugged at me, with a hint of
nervousness I thought at the time and said OK.

Supper was great with Steve and Joey having a few more beers and mum getting
through quite a bit of wine with the meal.  We sat and talked for a couple
of hours afterwards and it was Jake who finally said he was going to crash.
I let him go first to have a wash and decided to follow him in a few
moments.

When I got to bed Jake was asleep so I began to take my clothes off silently
so as not to wake him, but when I looked across I thought I saw him looking
at me, it was hard to tell in the darkness.  I got in wearing my boxer
shorts, and just lay there with my dick stiffening, facing away from him
still trying to figure things out in my head.

The door creaked open in the darkness and I saw Joey sneak in and pull all
his shorts, I saw him strip in the darkness and admired the outline of his
athletic body before he slipped into the camp bed.  "Psst!" after just a
minute of silence "Tom, you awake!" he whispered in the darkness.  "Yeah,
what?" I whispered back.  "Do you mind if I jack off, I've got a boner the
size of a missile here and I can't sleep till I've cum."

"Sure, whatever," I said back and heard the covers being pulled back the
other side of the room, followed by a gentle, rhythmic slapping.  I was as
hard as concrete, but I didn't dare whack off in case I woke up Jake.

The rhythmic slapping rose to a crescendo and I heard the splatter of sperm
hitting flesh, then silence and a sigh of relief.  I could hear the scrabble
of hand for wiping material and then covers being drawn back.  I must have
drifted off because the next thing I heard was mum rapping on the door
"Joey, nearly time to go" in a low voice, and in the morning light I saw
Joey pull himself out of the camp bed and drag on his clothes, slipping out
silently.

My dick was as stiff as it was when I went to sleep, and now covered with
precum and stuck to my pants.  I contemplated going to the bathroom to jack
off, when I heard a quiet voice next to me whisper "What is jacking off?"

Shit.  I repressed a giggle, it was only at his age that I was introduced
to masturbation, and it was my turn to initiate someone else.  "Well, you
know about sex?" I asked.

"Sure!" was the indignant reply.

"Well, you can simulate the experience."

This was met with thoughtful silence, then "How?"

"Well, you...you know when you have a hard-on?"  I asked.

"Yes, well, you just stroke up and down, and you get an orgasm."  I felt
embarrassed, but also really turned on by describing the procedure.

"Show me."  This I was not ready for, he was taking me further than I
expected.  I sat up in the bed and pulled back the covers, not daring to
look him in the face.  The front of my pants was a slimy mess and poking up
from the monster erection it held.  "OK, now you" I said back to him, and
for the first time looked across at him.  My throat was dry and I had to
cough each time I said anything.  I looked across at him as he followed my
lead and sat up in the bed, leaning his back against the headrest and
pulling back the covers.  My heart nearly leapt through my chest when I saw
his white pants so stretched, a wet patch clearly visible at what I could
see was the head of his cock.

We reached down simultaneously, as if one taking out their dick first was a
sign they were gay or something.  I dared a quick glance at him and noticed
that he was staring at my crotch with a glazed look of intense curiosity.  I
quickly looked down to see him peel back the waistband of his pants to
reveal a pale glans.  I looked down to see my own prick emerge all purple
and sticky with the foreskin half pulled back.  Jake had taken his boxer
shorts down to his knees and sat looking at my now fully-revealed boner.

"OK, just do what I do." I managed just about to say in a croaky voice and
he just nodded at me as I gently pulled back the foreskin to reveal the
massive head of my knob, the long pink shaft harder than I could ever
remember and looked across to my left to see him bring his hand to his
member.  His skin was already pulled back and I stared intensely at the
beauty of his member; it was about the same length as mine at some six
inches, but thinner, and the head was pale and larger than the shaft, but
like mine was smeared with pre-cum.

I gently worked my foreskin up to cover the head and saw him do the same to
his and he let out a gasp.  When he pulled his hand right up I saw his
balls, hanging down but almost hairless, and a drop of liquid that had run
down from his finger and dribbled onto his scrotum.  I began to set up a
rhythm and stroked gently, watching him mimic my actions I looked up to see
him entranced by my own masturbation.  His cock glistened and a droplet of
ooze dribbled down his hand.  I looked at him and our eyes met.

"Christ, I don't believe this!" he half whispered, half gasped and a
twitching smile began to spread on his face, and then his eyes rolled back
into his sockets as his mouth slackened and he groaned out "Oh my god"

Entranced I watched as his stroking picked up pace and his cock erupted into
spasms of cum.  One, two three huge spurts shot out of his thin slit and the
second hit him on his chest, the third shot up and hit his lip.

This was more than I could take and I came with a shudder and a grunt and
spewed up more cum than I have ever produced.  I hit my shoulder, chest, tit
and my cheek.  We just lay there for a moment, utterly exhausted, trying to
get our breaths back.  I got up to go and clean my self in the bathroom.

"I'll get you some toilet paper in a sec'" I said to Jack and looked back at
him.  He looked so beautiful, his pale white hairless body, hair ruffled and
eyes closed.  He still had his hand on his cock, but the cum that had landed
on his lip had gone.  "Fuck!" I thought as I turned to go to the bathroom
"He tasted it, he tasted his own cum!" I could not believe it, and once I
had closed the door behind me I looked at my self in the mirror and realised
that my cum was still on my cheek.  I could not resist it, I stuck my tongue
out and licked my spunk.  It tasted kind of salty, but not unpleasant.

After I had wiped most of the jizz of my self I grabbed the toilet paper and
took it to Jack, but he had gone.  I noticed an empty tissue packet on the
bed and there were a load of crumpled tissues in the bin.  I looked behind
me and bent down to pick one of the tissues out of the trash, unruffled it
and saw the sticky mess inside, I sniffed it and tasted it with the tip of
my tongue, it was the same as mine.

With a shock I realised what I was doing and dropped the gloopy mess in back
in the bin.  I could hear sounds from the kitchen, Jake must be making
breakfast, so I felt that I could head for the shower and spend some time
thinking.  I was really churned up inside; I had enjoyed the experience of
seeing Jake's cock erupt and have his eyes on me as I jerked my self to a
climax.  Jesus, I had tasted his spunk.

I washed my self from the top of my head to my toes, scrubbing, as if I
could clean away the dirty thoughts, the gay thoughts and pleasures I hated
and now knew I craved.  It didn't work.  And how could I face Jake?  I had
embroiled him in my dark secret, he would hate me if he knew.  I had
introduced him to a fundamental pleasure of all males, and at the same time
taken advantage of his innocence.

The day passed slowly, I tried to avoid Jake as much as possible and when
Joey and the others arrived back I behaved as normally as I could.  I felt
like a freak, sick to my stomach that my secret would come out.  I was
terrified of the night, when I would have to share the bed with Jake again,
and yet I was excited -- what if it were to go further tonight?