My "First Time": Me and Sam It's difficult to try and pin down exactly when my "first time" occurred. Like many people, my sexual awareness came in stages of infrequent sexual activity, each experience building upon the one that preceded it, and each marked by long periods of adolescent angst immediately afterwards. My earliest recollection of sexual activity is with my best friend while we were in the sixth grade. We lived in a small town in Colorado, and the several ranches and farms in the area separated my house from those of my schoolmates. Consequently, the only time we could spend together was either while we were attending school, or during sleep-overs. Nearly every weekend one of us would spend Friday and Saturday night over at the other's house, and our parents were often away during the day, either in town shopping or working. We would often spend the time hiking, exploring the woods, or building forts; all the time pretending we were astronauts, discovering some new planet. Many times, one of us would pretend to be an alien, attacking the fort (our make-believe spaceship) with rocks, or using tree-branches as laser guns. One afternoon, as my friend Sam had successfully defeated my spaceship's shields with a few well-thrown grenades and viciously accurate laser-blasts, he announced that he was taking me as a prisoner to his dungeon (we were young enough that we didn't mind mixing metaphors). This was a new twist to our game, as alien and astronaut alike had never taken prisoners up to now. Obediently, I let him bind my hands behind my back with a length of nylon rope and he led me through the woods to his dungeon (the basement of his house). The basement was partially unfinished, with the laundry room and utility room enclosed in drywall, an open storage area framed by two-by-fours but so far without any drywall, and a large space that he'd outfitted with scraps of carpeting and discarded or broken furniture. It was here that we usually slept, as his bedroom was too small to accommodate our sleeping bags. He escorted me to the storage area pushed me through the upright two-by-fours, explaining that he had activated a force field, and that I would be killed instantly if I tried to escape. He brought a chair over and placed it next to my "prison", then disappeared into the utility room. Shortly he returned, carrying a large S-hook which he started screwing high into one of the two-by-fours by standing on the chair. When he finished, he approached me and said, "You are my prisoner, and you have to do whatever I say, or you will be killed." That sounded reasonable to me, as I was sure to be able to take him as prisoner tomorrow. Then he walked behind me and unbound my hands. "Take off your shirt," he said. I complied. "Hold your hands out in front of you," he ordered. I did what I was told. Then he tied my hands together as before and led me out of the cell. He pushed me underneath the hook he had placed in board and climbed back up on the chair. "Raise your arms," he said. I hesitated. "You have to do what I say!" he ordered. Finally I raised my arms and he quickly fastened my bindings in the hook. I was suspended so that only the tips of my toes touched the ground. I started to complain, but he said, "I will let you go only if you survive the test." "What test?" I asked. He walked behind me and said, "The Wedgie test!" Then he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and yanked it up so hard that it lifted me off my feet. I remember squealing half in pain and half in a wicked sense of pleasure, as he continued wrenching my shorts further up my backside, my penis and balls were painfully squeezed while my underwear was stretched into a thin rope between my ass cheeks. Sam started laughing out loud, still pulling my shorts up. I started to complain, partially due to the pain, but mostly because I could feel the tingling of an erection starting in my constricted penis. He released my shorts and walked around in front of me, smiling devilishly. I tried to kick him, but the underwear wedged in my ass crack and pinioning my dick prevented me from striking him. "Aha," he said, and darted back behind me and tied my legs together with another piece of rope. Now I was completely bound as he returned to face me. "How's it feel?" he asked. "How do you think it feels?" I snapped. Then, nodding towards my crotch he asked, "Can I see?" "No!" I said, only because I was afraid he'd see my erection. "Well, then I'll just have to torture you some more," he said, and began tickling me, under my arms, my ribs, and then my stomach. I couldn't bear it. I was laughing uncontrollably while trying to twist away from his hands, but he wouldn't stop. He had discovered that I was most ticklish in the little hollows above my pelvic bone and concentrated all his efforts there. Finally, I couldn't take any more. "Okay, okay, you can see, but just for a second." He stopped his tickling, but let his hands linger there on my stomach. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah" I said. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. The tingling in my penis became sharper and I knew that I had a hard on by now. Sam must have sensed my excitement, because he paused before pulling my pants down. "You're really sure?" "Yeah" I said. Then he quickly yanked my pants down. As I had feared, my semi-erect penis was making a hard knot in my underwear, and I could see the tip jutting out from the left side. Sam gazed at it for a long while, then started laughing, "you got a boner!" I was embarrassed. How was I going to explain why I got excited? But Sam seemed to study my crotch with great curiosity, looking at it from either side and from above and below. Finally he said, "Can I take off your underwear?" "Yes," I said, "but first...you take off your clothes." "Okay," he said, then he began removing his shoes, his socks, then his shirt very slowly, making sure I was watching him. I couldn't help it, I was fascinated. I remember how much I wanted right then to see his naked body. I could feel my penis trying to stretch further from the confines of my shorts. He paused a moment, then slid off his jeans. "Ta-da!" he said as he stood up, revealing that he had an erection as well; the tip of his penis was poking out the top of his briefs. Immediately, we both started laughing and he finished undressing by imitating a striptease dance. He vocalized his own accompaniment as pulled his briefs down to reveal one ass cheek, then the other. Then he turned around and finished removing his underwear. "Are you ready?," he asked. Was I ready! "Yeah," I said, not concealing my excitement. He turned around to face me, allowing me to view him fully naked. He stretched out his arms and said, "Well, what do you think?" "Pretty cool," was all I managed to utter. Sam had a darker complexion than I, and his body was a little more developed than mine. His face was more defined, his shoulders broader, the muscles on his chest, arms and legs were beginning to take shape, but it was his penis that riveted my attention. His organ was longer and thicker than mine; he was circumcised, like me, and the head of his penis mushroomed out like a purple helmet; his balls, which were also larger and more developed, hung lower from his fleshy scrotum. But what struck me most at the time was the crown of dark hair above his penis. It wasn't a great deal of hair, and scrotum and inner thighs were nearly bare except for traces of peach fuzz, but it framed his organ so nicely, making it even more enticing. I remember thinking how much I would like to touch his dick, and feel the weight of his balls, and especially to run my fingers through that small mass of pubic hair. He must have noticed my staring, because he slowly inched closer to me, until I could feel the heat of his body. Then he pushed his hips forward slightly, and the tip of his upright penis touched my thigh. I remember the peculiar electricity I felt arching through me as he began rubbing his penis against my thigh. He was enjoying himself, too, as he was no longer watching my expression, but focusing instead on his penis as he rubbed it on me. I tried leaning forward as far as I could against my bindings to try to press my crotch against him. Then he took a step backwards and said, "Time to straighten you out." He placed his hand in the center of my chest and very slowly moved it down towards the waistband of my tortured briefs. We were both staring so intently at his work, so fascinated, that we were hardly breathing. Then he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband and touched my penis. I was in heaven-I didn't think anything could feel so good! He grabbed my dick and freed it from my underwear so that it stood up straight. Then he released it and looked at me. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked. "No" I said. "No, I mean yourself," he said. "No, not really...I mean, kinda." I said. I was telling the truth. Occasionally, in bed at night, I would pull down my underwear and examine my penis. It felt good to touch it and to play with my balls, I may have even stroked it a few times, or I would roll over and rub it against the sheets, but I still hadn't discovered masturbation, which is why his next question confused me: "Have you spermed yet?" "What?" I said. "Have you spermed?" he repeated. "What's that?" I asked. "You're kidding!" he said, "you mean you haven't beat off?" "Huh-uh," I said. "You mean you have done this...?" he said, and through my shorts he started stroking my penis. Torrents of pleasure came coursing from my crotch, and unwittingly I groaned. He giggled, and stroked my penis more vigorously, still through my shorts. "How's it feel?" he asked. I couldn't answer except to groan, and to rock my hips forward. Suddenly he stopped. "Well, we'll have to do this right, then." He bent down and removed my shoes and socks, then he untied the rope which held my legs. My jeans were still collected at my feet so he pulled them off and then reached up and slid my underwear down my legs and to the floor. My penis was bobbing with each heart beat as he reached up between my thighs and took my scrotum in his hand. With his fingers he teased the small blond hairs on my scrotum and inner thighs. Then he clasped his fist around my dick and started stroking it earnestly. The sheer pleasure of it was torture as I bucked against the two-by-four behind me, and the rope which bound my hands were beginning to cut off the circulation. The pain in my hands and the pleasure from my penis was beginning to overwhelm me, making me feel dizzy. I begged him to stop, be he kept pounding my dick. I was beginning to feel panicked, as an unknown feeling was mounting in my balls and my hands began to feel numb. Still, he wouldn't stop. He just kept pounding faster and faster and my groans became louder and louder until finally, suddenly, I felt my entire body seized by a terrific convulsion and go completely rigid. My dick felt like it was exploding as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my brain. I had no idea what happened, I was frightened and excited at the same time, and still small spasms continued to shake my body. Sam started laughing again and released my penis as he brought his hand up to my face. "See that?" he said, "that's your sperm." I looked at his hand. Around his fingers was a clear, viscous fluid that was running in small rivulets down to his palm. Breathlessly I asked, "That's from me?" "Uh-huh" he said, "smell it." He brought his hand closer to my nose. The odor was strong, but difficult to describe. It reminded me of Clorox. "Weird," I said. "Yeah, yours smells different than mine," he said. The idea of seeing Sam ejaculate was suddenly irresistible; I took the bait. "Let's do you now," I said. "Okay," Sam said, without hesitation. "Let's get you down, first though." Sam pulled the chair over and climbed up to reach the hook. His penis was right next to my face. Secretly I inhaled deeply, trying to see what he smelled like. It was an arousing, exciting smell; dank and musty, but kind of sweet as well. He lifted the rope off the hook and pain shot through my arms. Sam noticed my wincing and started rubbing my shoulders until the pain subsided. Then he untied my hands and rubbed my wrists for a few moments. As the pain ebbed he led me over to the sleeping bags. "Lie down facing me," he said. I obeyed. He was still completely hard, and my own penis was twitching again, slowly getting hard. He knelt at my feet and started rubbing my thighs, moving slowly up towards my dick. Then he fell on top of me and started grinding his cock into my pelvis. The heat and hardness of his dick was a wonderful sensation. "Can I touch it?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, "do it like I did." I reached down and touched another penis for the first time. It felt huge in my hand. I held it for a moment, then I reached further down and felt for his balls. It was curiously exciting to roll them around with my fingers and to massage his scrotum. He rolled over on his back and I propped myself up on my elbow so I could closely examine his crotch. It was marvelous! His cock was absolutely rigid and straight. With the tips of my fingers, I gently stroked his penis from its tip down the shaft to his scrotum, then back up to the tip again, where I pinch it slightly. Sam giggled. "That feels good," he said. Then I closed my fist around his dick and started tugging at it. "No," Sam said, "like this." And he took my hand in his and guided it up and down his dick in long, slow motions. "Yeah, keep doing it like that," he said. He released my hand to grasp my dick, and together we started pumping. Sam started groaning loudly with pleasure as he began to pump his hips in rhythm to my strokes. He pumped my dick faster and faster and I followed his lead, pumping him with increasing speed. His groans continued to get louder, and soon I was joining him, as I began to feel that building sensation yet again. Faster and faster I pumped his cock until he suddenly went completely rigid, his pelvis thrust into the air, and he groaned loudly. The first spurt of his semen landed squarely on his right cheek, and trickled down his face and neck while successive bursts landed on his chest and stomach. He had produced a greater amount than I had, and it was thicker and more opaque than mine. Immediately I caught its sweet scent-kind of like honey, but salty as well. The smell was exciting, and it was all that was needed before the spasms of climax gripped me again, and small spurts of fluid jetted out of my penis. I fell on my back as Sam continued stroking my cock until my convulsions ceased. "Well," Sam grinned, "what did you think?" "That was...great," I said at last. "Yeah," he said. He wiped the semen from his face and neck, got up and grabbed a tee shirt and wiped his chest and penis off. Then he tossed the shirt to me and I did the same. I remember thinking how cool it was to have his and my semen mixed together on the shirt. But also, in the back of my mind, I felt as if something important had been revealed to me during this episode. At the time, I was thrilled to be introduced to having an orgasm, but shortly afterwards I realized that I felt more pleasure having the experience with Sam, rather just beating off by myself-which had become a nightly ritual thereafter. Unfortunately, that's as far as it went with me and Sam. There were a couple more days when we would jack each other off, but Sam's inventiveness was spent that one afternoon, and he resisted my attempts to experiment with different techniques or games. As the years went by, we saw less and less of each other until finally, by the time we were in high school, we didn't see each other at all. Meanwhile, my hunger for sexual activity with guys only grew greater, and it wasn't until I was a senior in high school that I had the opportunity to indulge the fantasies that had been collecting in my mind since that day with Sam, but that, as they say, is another story.