Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 10:16:43 -0700 (PDT) From: JT Guy Subject: Eric and Ty Hey! My name is Ty, and after reading some of the great stories here I decided to start contributing. I got a pretty early start sexually, and once it got going...well, there are a *lot* of stories to tell. But I wanted to start out with my very first sexual encounter and go in chronological order. All of my stuff is true--believe it or not, this actually all happened, and I enjoyed every second of it all. A little later, I'll share more about where my sexual education with Eric led, how we ended up filming a lot of stuff together, my first real ejaculation, how I ended up in a little side business with another older male friend, crazy fucking group sex, and more. I'm really excited to hear from readers, so feel free to email me at jtguy31@yahoo.com! I'm happy to chat, answer questions, etc. I look forward to telling more of my life story and hearing your responses. I guess I've always been a sexual person. I don't know where or why I learned about sex, but I must have been very young. When I was 8, my mom had to go back to work because our financial situation required it. It was coming up on summer, and I begged and pleaded not to have to go to some daycare center. Mom wasn't comfortable with leaving me home alone at that age, so she put an ad in the local paper looking for a babysitter. The person she ended up hiring was a high school student named Eric. He was really nice to me, and in a lot of ways became my very best friend. Eric usually didn't stay with me the entire day. My folks would go to work and I almost always had the house to myself for an hour or two, and then another hour or so after he left but before they got home. I had seen some sex scenes in movies, and although I didn't yet know the mechanics, I did always get a funny feeling and my penis would get hard. We had a Poloroid instant camera and a VHS camcorder, and sometime that summer I began experimenting with both of them. When I was alone, I would take pictures or video of myself naked. I actually still have a lot of the stuff to this day. The first pictures were just looking down at my privates, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Looking at them now, it's difficult to remember what it was like before puberty. When soft, my dick was nothing more than a little head above a very small, tight sack. Being that young, not only was there no pubic hair, but there wasn't even the soft, downy body hair. Maybe that's why I still prefer to stay shaven completely bald downstairs. There's just something innocent and clean and sexy about it. When hard, there really wasn't much difference in size, although at least there was a detectable shaft. I had one VHS tape that I used and kept hidden. In the earliest scenes, it's just me setting the camera on its tripod and getting in front of the lens, the shot focused from about my chest to my knees, and then taking my clothes off. In some of these early scenes, I didn't even get an errection. I'd just show my privates to the camera and then pull my pants back up and shut off the tape. But I got a thrill out of doing it, and it wasn't long before my little cock would be stiff as soon as I had the camera set up. It's a little embarrassing now, watching the tape and seeing myself in those superhero underoos with a raging boner sticking straight out. But I also find it hot, and it really is interesting to see myself exploring my own sexuality. I kept the pictures and the tape under my bed. My parents weren't the kind to look for stuff like that, so I felt pretty safe, I guess. But I didn't know Eric very well, and never thought that maybe he would get bored and start exploring. The day it happened, I had gone next door to play with the neighbor kid. Eric wasn't there when I left, but he showed up at some point. It wasn't out of the ordinary for me to be gone to play, so he turned on the tube and watched some TV for a while. He told me later that after an hour or so, he just got bored and went to look for a couple of video games in my room. When he couldn't find my Gameboy, he figured it might have been kicked under the bed. When I came back to the house, I could tell that something was wrong by the way he was acting. He wasn't mad, just nervous and jittery. I asked a couple of times if he was okay, and he said he was, so I figured maybe he'd had a fight with his girlfriend or was having a bad day or something. I'd gotten dirty playing outside, so I told him I was going to take a bath. By this time, we were comfortable enough to pee in front of each other and stuff, so I didn't close and lock the bathroom door or anything. Sometimes he'd sit on the toilet seat and talk to me while I was in a bath...no big deal, really. So it wasn't a shock when he came in there and sat down. "Listen," he said, "I wasn't trying to snoop but I was looking for your Gameboy and thought it might be under your bed." I immediately got really scared. I knew where this conversation was going, and all of a sudden I got really shy and embarrassed. I pulled my washcloth over my privates and said "Please don't tell!" "I'm not going to tell on you," he chuckled. "You didn't do anything wrong. But you know that anybody can find that stuff and just wonder what's on this tape, and put it in the VCR." "You...watched it?" I croaked, eyes downcast. "Yes. I figured I knew what it was because of the pictures, but I was curious." I didn't know what to say. After a minute of so of silence, he said, "Tell you what: finish your bath and meet me in your room and we'll talk, ok? Don't be embarrassed, it's alright." "Okay," I replied. He left and shut the door behind him, and I quickly soaped, shampooed, and got out of the tub. I changed into my usual summer uniform of shorts and a t-shirt, and, hair still wet, walked into my bedroom. Eric was laying on my bed reading one of my comic books. "Come sit down," he said. He asked me what all I knew about sex, and when I told him that I didn't know anything at all, he walked me through the basics. He explained why my dick got hard, where it went in a girl, and all that stuff. He said that what I was feeling was perfectly natural, except that most people don't start feeling that way until they're older. He said I just discovered myself sooner than most. "Now," he said, "I'm going to teach you something that I wish somebody had taught me a long time ago." "Okay," I said, excited. "First, you have to promise me that you'll never tell anybody about this, ok?" "I promise!" He thought for a second, and then said, "I'm going to show you how to take that horny feeling and make it even better. It's something everybody does, called jacking off." With that, he began to unbutton his jeans. My heart started racing. He slid them off, along with his boxers, and tossed them on the floor. I stared at his cock. It wasn't hard yet, because I guess he was a little nervous, but it was so different from mine that I couldn't help looking. He had a patch of jet black pubic hair above it, and his balls were loose and, to my 8-year-old eyes, huge. It was a lot longer and fatter than mine, and I was kind of intimidated. He took his right hand and wrapped it around his prick, slowly rubbing it as it grew. Within a few seconds, he had himself fully hard, and I could see his pulse throbbing in the head. "You do it," he said softly. Watching him had already made me very hard, and I slipped my own shorts and undies off, too. I put my hand on my little boy boner and slowly pumped it, just like Eric was doing his. It was the first time I'd ever masturbated, and he was right: the horny feeling was even better. I quickly discovered the pleasure of it, and how the friction of my hand over the head of my dick felt so deliciously good. For a little while, both of us just sat there, facing each other and jerking off. I was very much focused on watching him do it, and I noticed a drop of clear fluid appear from his slit. "What's that?" I asked. "That's called precum," he answered. "You probably aren't old enough to make it yet, but that's okay." He put his thumb over it and spread it over the head, using it as natural lube. "It feels even better this way," he told me. "I wish I could make it," I said. "You can use your spit. It's basically the same thing." So, again for the first time, I spit into my palm and began rubbing that on my hard-on, and of course he was right again. It felt even better. We stroked together like that for a while, with him producing more and more precum, and my having to spit in my hand every so often to keep lubricated. After a bit, he told me that as good as jacking off yourself felt, it was even better when someone else did it to you. He asked if I minded if he touched me, and I said I didn't. I took my hand off my little cock, and he wrapped his around it. It jumped and throbbed in his hand. He squeezed it. As hard as I was, my whole prick fit in his palm, and he was able to close his hand around my balls, too. It felt so good that I instinctively threw my head back and closed my eyes. This was the very first time anyone but me had ever touched me there, and the sensation was amazing. I also knew that what we were doing was secret, and somehow taboo, and that only added to the excitement. Eric shifted his grip on me a bit, and used his thumb to slowly massage the underside of my glans, then to the loose skin directly under the bottom of the head. Up and down, with my spit and his precum keeping it wet and slick. When he increased his rhythm too fast, my hips buckled and he apologized, saying that sometimes it feels so good that it almost hurts, but that was natural. I looked down and watched him rub me. I noticed for the first time that the head of my dick, which was usually pink, was now a deep red color. I was as hard as I'd ever been, and couldn't help but moan a little bit as he did it. Looking over, I saw that he was jerking his own hard cock with his left hand. Suddenly, the urge to touch him came over me. I guess it was the first time I really felt bisexual. The best way I can describe what it felt like that first time was like a craving, a hunger, deep down in my belly. I wanted to touch another boy's privates. I wanted to feel how his dick felt in my small hand. And, in some way, I wanted to be able to repay him for making me feel so good by making him feel good, too. So, a little timidly, I reached out for him. Eric allowed me to do it. My fingertips brushed along his shaft, starting at the bottom and tracing gently toward the head. I felt the ridge of his glans, and circled my fingers around it. His prick jumped with excitement. "Yes," he said, "that feels good..." His own hand on my johnson tightened, and I took that as encouragement. I wrapped my fist around his cock and squeezed a little. He was so big that my hand only covered about a third of his member, but that seemed to be okay. I proceeded to stroke him up and down, head to balls. "Get on top of me," he said. As I got up to rearrange, he slid over to the middle of the bed. I knelt over his waist, and brought our privates close together. He used his right hand to grab both our cocks and rub them against one another, mine tiny over his. I found myself thrusting, by instinct, as one does when having sex. The friction of our penises against one another felt so awesome. Soon, a feeling began inside me that I had never felt before. My cock somehow filled with even more blood, and it seemed like the feeling you get when you have to pee really bad. I told him this, and he said that I was about to have my first orgasm. "Relax and let it happen," he told me. He then took his thumb and forefinger and sort of pinched my prick right under the head. He rapidly moved his fingers up and down, faster and faster, as the feeling inside me built. I reached out and grabbed the sheets on either side of me, bunching my fists and closing my eyes as the feeling became almost overpowering. All of a sudden, it happened. I felt my dick throb with the first contraction. Of course, I had no semen to ejaculate, but the orgasm was the same anyway. That first pulse was the strongest, and Eric seemed to know when it happened to slow his stroking down some. As I came, he worked my little dick in a milking motion, allowing me to experience my first one fully. It took 20 seconds or so before the contractions began to subside, and I felt my cock begin to soften. He held it until it was over. "Oh my God," I said. "That was so cool!" "Yeah, dude," he told me, "feels good doesn't it?" "Good isn't even the word!" I exclaimed. At that point, I realized that, while I had climaxed, he hadn't. "Can I make you cum?" I asked. "Yeah, it won't take long," he answered. "Just jerk me off like you were doing earlier." I sat on my rear between his legs and took his errection in my hands. I pumped up and down, and he instructed me on when to speed up and slow down. Within a minute or so, he began to get tense, and I felt his cock get as hard as mine had, so I knew he was close. "Keep...going...like...that," he whispered. I was super excited, because I knew he'd actually cum, and I'd never seen that before. I was focused intently on his slit, and after a few more strokes, it happened. "Ahhh!" he exclaimed. The first spurt of his cum was like it was a shot from a gun. It literally flew up over my head. The second was still pretty strong, but it ended up landing on his belly. Since I had his prick straight up, some of it ran down into my hands, hot and white and slick. I followed his lead and slowed down some, barely glancing his cockhead with my strokes, as he ejaculated for me. There were at least 5 or 6 good sized spurts, and he raised his hips with each one. At last, it seemed to be over, and I felt him begin to soften in my hands. When I took them off of his member, strings of his cum were between the webs of my fingers, and I examined it closely. I didn't taste it...that day.