Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2007 13:55:56 -0800 (PST) From: John Smith Subject: Beginnings I While I remember the first time I came, the beginnings of my interest in sex must have occurred somewhat gradually. As a boy, I would get frequent hardons taking a bath, and would entertain myself by seeing how long I could hang a washcloth from my erect dick. Sometimes, for reasons which I no longer recall, I would streak around the house after dark, or quickly open my bathrobe and flash to the neighborhood. But all of that started to make a little more sense when my actual sexual experience began. My parents lived on a farm, and when my Dad was in the field working, and my Mom had gone to her job in town, I had a lot of time to myself. I was able to use some of that time to locate my Dad's stash, such as it was, of porn. There was one magazine. Like most back then, most of the pics were in black and white, with only partial nudity. Just the thing if you liked boobs, I guess. And in the bathroom closet was hidden the library of paperbacks. But up until the big night, I knew I liked reading the books and looking at the pics, but never quite knew why. I was laying in bed after the family had gone to sleep, pumping my dick for all it was worth. Then suddenly I felt my stomach covered in a warm sticky liquid. (If you have figured out that I never had "the talk" with my parents, go to the head of the class.) I thought I had injured myself. I had a bathroom immediately next to my bedroom and got up and cleaned myself off, then waited for my impending demise. The following night, having survived my encounter with the unknown, I was at it again...and again the next night...and so and so and so on. If I had been analytical about the whole thing, I might have suspected that my experience was not unique. But, still figuring things out, kept it to myself. For awhile, anyway. I had some friends that I visited when I stayed in town, among them a boy maybe three years older who lived a block from my Grandparents' house. We were walking down the alley towards his house one day when we saw a magazine laying on the ground. Although it wasn't a full-fledged porn magazine, more like one of the police or detective magazines that were popular back in the day, it was not without certain attractions. The kind, for the most part, that tried to spill out of bras. We took the mag, went into his garage, and climbed up in the cab of one of the trucks. As we turned the pages my friend, Denny, patted himself in the crotch and said "Down boy!" "Yours sticks up like that too" I observed. I suppose he was too caught up in his own arousal to realize what a lame comment I had made. "Yeah, just like yours" he replied, his powers of observation taking in my own cock trying unsuccessfully to poke its way through my jeans. "It really hurts like that, doesn't it?" I agreed. "Maybe if we unzip our pants it won't hurt so bad" I suggested. The plan was quickly implemented, and instead of struggling against denim, our dicks were now doing battle with the tighty whiteys that were the universal undergarment of the day. "You rub yours?" I asked. "Yeah. You?" "Yeah. You think it's o.k. to do it here." "I guess so. No one's home." We both started rubbing our cocks through the cotton. I was trying to watch what Denny was doing, and he was doing likewise. "You ever play with yours?" he asked. "Yeah. For a while now. You?" "Sure. `Bout every night, and every other chance I get." We both laughed. "This looks like a chance for both of us maybe" I opined. "Do you shoot?" he asked. "Why?" I replied. "Cuz I do, and I'm gonna get one of the shop rags to wipe it up with." "Get two then." He jumped out of the cab for what was probably a second, and seemed like a month. He handed one of the rags and then lifted up his hips and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. I was the first time I had ever seen another guy with a hardon. "O.K., you go now." With the big moment at hand, I was still a little nervous, but didn't want to be a chicken. I got my pants down and I thought my dick was going to spring loose and hit me in the face or something. "Wow. You got a big one." I have never felt that I was exceptionally endowed, although there have been opinions expressed to the contrary. But at this point I was not going to reject any compliment. "You have a nice one, too. It's the first one I've ever seen besides mine, I mean standing up like that." He expressed his thanks, and we then got down to business. We agreed up the best picture in the magazine, laid it open on the dash board, and then stroked for all we were worth. I think I came first, because I still got so excited I hadn't learn how to prolong the pleasure. But that gave me the opportunity to watch Denny's dick explode, too. "Whoa. That was fun. It's neater when you do it with someone." "Lots of guys do it with each other" I asked. "Maybe not a whole lot, but if you're good friends it's usually o.k." "Can we do it again some time?" "Maybe. If we get the chance." As it turned out, we never got the chance, surprising in a small town. We placed the magazine under a patio tile for safekeeping, and it fell victim to the elements. I don't doubt that Denny continued to jack off with his friends, but we never had seconds. However, the idea of jacking off with someone else had taken root. It was just knowing as little as I did, I didn't necessarily know how to go about it. You can't always count on finding a porn mag by the side of the road. My opportunity came from an unexpected source. I was out wandering around town (the town was small, and it was many years ago) when I ran into Paul, a friend of my brother's, who was several years younger. We decided that we wanted to go over to the school yard and play baseball. First order of business was to get our gloves. Since Paul's house was closest, we went there first. We went down into the basement to get his glove, and as we were looking for it he asked me a question that literally came out of nowhere. "Does your dick ever get big and stand up?" For a moment I was too surprised to answer, but I composed myself. "Sure. Lots." "Can I see?" Paul asked. Seeing some possibilities in this, and maybe catching on to the game a little, I said "Sure, if I can see yours." That was apparently the answer he wanted. He had his dick out in no time, and I didn't waste a lot of time myself. He wasn't as big as Denny, but appeared just as hard. We admired each others trophies for awhile, and then Paul escalated our activities. "Can I touch yours?" he asked. "If I can touch yours," was the inevitable response. So there in Paul's basement were two milestones. The first time I had touched another guy's cock, and the first time someone had touched me. If the house hadn't been torn down some years ago I would have had it included in the National Historical Register. At first we were a little tentative, just sort of holding on to the other's dick with thumb and forefinger, not moving very much. Then I felt Paul start to squeeze a little more, and then his fingers started to slide up and down my shaft. "You like that?" he asked. I didn't answer, but started working his young dick as well. I imagine we were both standing there with our eyes closed stroking each others cocks, baseball temporarily on the back burner. Still having a short fuse, I quickly advised Paul that I was getting ready to shoot. He kept up his stroking, and I had a virtual death grip on his cock. Then I fired. I hadn't really done it much standing up, and we were both surprised when the first spurts hit what seemed to us then several feet in front of me. I got just a little dizzy and let go of his cock. "Wow. That is great." I caught my breath. "Are you gonna shoot?" "No. Not yet, but soon I hope." About that time we heard a car pull into the driveway. We found some old newspaper to wipe the cum off the floor with...concrete floor fortunately...and then grabbed Paul's glove and headed off to school. No further opportunities presented themselves for awhile. Baseball season ended, not that that mattered much. Football came and went, and then we were in to winter. We had moved back into town by then, farming not being what we had hoped, and were having one of our frequent snow days when I was able to make my next not so smooth move. Nick, another friend of my brother's had come over to go sledding, but my brother had stayed at our Grandparents' the night before and had gotten snowed in. "He's not here, Nick. But if you want to go sledding with me I'll go." That was acceptable, and we spend the next couple of hours going up and down streets, hills, and anything else we could find that was snow covered and available. But eventually we got a little cold, and decided to come in for a break. We took our boots off and went up to my room to read comics. Looking at Nick sprawled out on the floor gave me an idea, but at the same time I was extremely nervous because I was going to be taking the initiative with another boy for the first time. "Hey," I said, "your pants are all wet. I think you need to take them off." Guys my age knew what de-pantsing was. Usually it was designed to embarrass the other guy, but there were other possibilities. I reached for his belt and undid it, tried to unsnap his jeans, but to my chagrin there was no progress. Nick laughed. "I put on two pairs of jeans for sledding. You can't get them off when they're all wet." I pretended frustration and said "All right, we'll just make sure we don't get my room too wet." We stayed inside most of the rest of the afternoon. As the day went on, overcast set it and sledding was not worth turning into a human popsicle over. Although the snow did not go away, and school was again cancelled, the sun did come back out and it started to warm up some. I was in the house by myself when a knock sounded on the front door. Nick again. "Hey, you want to sled some more?" Having no other pressing social engagements, I was agreeable. It didn't seem like we were out quite as long as the previous day before Nick decided he had gotten cold enough and wanted to go inside. We repeated the previous day's logistics and found ourselves back up in my room. I was sort of involved in reading Superman when I noticed Nick looking at me. "You finish those already?" I asked. "Oh, those. I don't know. What I was going to tell you was that I just have one pair of jeans on today." Although I had been slow on the uptake through my brief sexual lifetime, I was not terminally stupid. If this was an opportunity, I was going to go for it. "Oh, really. I think I'll just see if you don't mind" I put down my comic and scrambled across the room to where Nick lay on the floor. He kept his hands and arms at this sides and I had unrestricted access to him. The belt came undone, the jeans were unsnapped, and down went the zipper. "Here goes" I said, as I grabbed his jeans by the ankle and started pulling. They didn't exactly spring off, in fact I ended up standing over Nick to yank them off the last little bit, but they eventually found their way to a spot in the corner. I was starting to get so carried away at this point that I probably forgot to get nervous. "Just one more thing" I added. He watched as I pulled off his briefs and threw them over with his jeans. His dick was hard, and maybe even ready, although I couldn't be sure for what. "Nice." "Thanks" said Nick. "You going to keep yours on?" "Depends" I said "if you can get them off or not." He was up to the challenge. I don't know which of us was shaking more as he started to undress me, but getting my briefs off over my hardon seemed more difficult than ever. We just sort of looked at each other for a while, sort of half dressed up with nowhere to go. "You want to get all the way naked?" he asked. By way of an answer, I pulled my shirt off. When I got it over my head, he was undressed too. We both said "neat" almost in unison. Having gotten to this point, I figured no reason to not continue to take the lead. "Can I touch your dick?" I asked. He didn't say anything, but he didn't say no, either. I reached over and grabbed his cock fairly softly, making sure that my dick was rubbing against his leg. "You ever do this?" "Yeah" Nick said. "I like it." Not wanting to parse his response to deeply, I gradually increased the speed and pressure of my strokes. His eyes closed and his head started to tilt back wards, as his hips started to come up off the floor I knew we were in business. As he let out a strangled grunt – no better description come to mind – a small stream of come erupted from his dick. He sank back to the floor with his eyes still closed. "You like that?" I asked, unnecessarily. "You see what's on my stomach?" I handed him a kleenex and he wiped himself off. As he wiped, I started to stroke my own meat. "Let me" he said. I didn't try to fight fate. Even after all these years, laying back and reaping the rewards of what I suppose would be termed the results of a successful seduction has a certain appeal. It was not long before I was done as well. The first couple of spurts had hit me in the chin, which Nick found very amusing. I was cum from, maybe not head to toe, but at least the first part. By that time, the afternoon was mostly over, and since neither one of us wanted to get caught naked...at least by my Mom or Dad...we threw our clothes back on, and Nick headed home.