Date: Tue, 07 Jan 2003 23:24:15 -0800 From: Jason Tyler Subject: French Fries and Sex French Fries and Sex By Jason Tyler This is the first part of the story of my life, well at least the sexual experiences and situations that helped shape the person I've become today. That's a scary thought all by itself, but since this isn't supposed to be a horror story, I'll add enough details to keep you excited, not terrified. Please let me know what you think, and YES it is all true. Maybe some of the tiny details and conversations are off a bit, but I'm doing it from memory. The words that are used in the time line are how my mind processed them at that specific age. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Finally, keep in mind that some of this may seem naive in today's world, but I didn't have the internet or sex education in school to help me learn....as you will see. Enjoy. Daring to Learn. The earliest I could remember being fascinated with naked boys was at age 7. I had two friends who lived across the street from me, Brent & David. I still don't know whether the naked stuff we did was normal for boys our age, but it seemed normal to us. We must have known it was wrong because we were careful not to get caught by adults, and panicked every time one got close. Without things like the internet or chat rooms, we were totally in the dark and relied on older, more wiser people to guide us. David and I were the most adventurous and seemed to spend more time together than we did with Brent. The first time I remember getting naked was by accident, literally. I fell in the creek that ran through the woods behind our house. It wasn't much of a creek, but enough for a 7 year old to get thoroughly soaked. I was scared my mother would ground me for getting my play clothes wet, so David, Brent and I agreed that I should hang them on a tree to dry. It was summer so we didn't think it would take very long at all. I undressed to my little boy briefs, tighty whities, and hung them on a tree in the sun. We all lay down on the ground and the other guys took off their shirts for whatever reason. David was the first to comment on the fact that he could see my dink through the wet briefs. Brent also had to look and they both giggled. "Your dink looks funny" said David. "Why?" I asked, not sure why it should be funny. It was just a thing to pee out of. "It's a different shape at the end of it" he answered. I still had no idea what he was talking about. I'd never seen anyone naked before. Even when I'd gone swimming, I used a change cubicle, mainly because my dick would always be sticking straight out when I got naked, and I didn't want anyone to see it. "Not it's not" I said defending myself. After all I wasn't going to be different than other boys. I was normal!! "Take of your underwear and show us then" David challenged me. I was nervous but did it anyway. I lowered my wet briefs just enough to let them see my dink. "There" I said defiantly. They both had a close up look. "See it is different. You have pointy end" David said. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so I had to know why I was all of a sudden not normal. "Let me see yours then" I demanded. David took of his pants and lowered his underwear to show me. I was amazed. He had a pink head on his. It looked like mine when I pulled the skin back. "Does yours look like that too?" I asked Brent. He nodded and I asked to see. He stripped and sure enough, he had the same type of dink as David. It was official, I was weird. "Mine kinda does that when it gets stiff" I said wanting them to know I was the same. I touched it and it started to respond. It always did when I touched it. "Look he's getting a boner" said David. "A boner?" I asked really not sure what he was talking about...again. "Yeah when you play with it a bone goes into it and makes it stick way out. The bone is bigger so it makes your dink get longer" he explained to me wisely. "My brother told me." His brother was 12, so of course we all looked up to him as an authority. "See mine has an end like yours" I said to them showing the tip as I pulled my foreskin back a little. It always hurt when I did that, so I tried not to do it much. Both Brent and David also had 'boners' and we were all about the same size, although I remember Brent's being a little fatter. "Can I touch it?" asked David. I wasn't sure about that at all. I barely touch myself and it always made my dink feel like I was going to pee. I didn't want to pee with him touching it. He reached over before I had a chance to think about it and rubbed the skin at the tip of my dink. I just watched as he did it. It felt so different than when I did it and a strange feeling tingled through my body. Brent tried as well. I didn't want to be left out, so I touched theirs. They felt nice, but different than mine. Kinda rubbery. "Do you ever play with yourself?" David asked me. "No" I lied. "My brother says everyone does it. He even showed me how to make a good feeling" he said kicking off his pants and underwear. We watched, totally mesmerized as he began moving his fingers up and down over his dink. He got faster and faster until his whole body jerked at little bit and then he just stopped. "Why did you stop?" asked Brent. "Cause I had the good feeling" he answered "My brother says when you get the feeling, your body jerks when your done and that's why they call it jerking off. "Jerking off!" I said repeating what he'd said. In less than 15 minutes, I'd learned that I was different than other boys, my stiff dink was called a boner, and when I rubbed it I was jerking off. I tried it and David coached both me and Brent on what to do, while he watched closely. I had to stop when I thought I was going to pee, but I jerked like I saw him do, so he would think I had done it. Brent also jerked and stopped. He had a big smile on his face and he was breathing heavily. I copied what he was doing. We lay naked for a while talking about all the other things David's brother had taught him. He said he liked it when he jerked off with his brother 'cause Michael would rub his hands over David's chest and play with his balls. We got dressed when my clothes seemed dry enough and my mind was trying to process everything I'd just learned. The next day, David called me and asked if I wanted to sleepover. We'd been friends for about six months, and I'd never stayed over there before. Actually I'd never slept over anywhere before , except in cabin at cub camp, but my Dad was there, so it didn't count. I asked my Mom if I could, and she said she would talk to Dad and let me know. I was excited and scared at the same time. It was only across the street, but if you'd asked me, I was going on a major trip halfway around the world. It made me animated when I was allowed to sleep in the blanket fort I'd build in the basement, so this was a super major event. My parents talked about it with each other, then to me about the rules of staying at someone else's house, but I was given permission. I ran to my room and packed lots of things, toys, clothes, a sleeping bag, pillow, my teddy bear, and my mom made me take a toothbrush too. I was prepared for my trip. My Mom walked me across to David's house to help me carry everything and talk with his mother. David and I ignored the grown ups and went to his room to play. I had my hot wheels with the turbo boost chamber, so we set it up and attached it to his set. Now we had a huge track. Michael came into David's room a couple of times to bug us, but he was mostly okay and he showed us how to launch the cars over the desk and crash into the wall using the turbo boost at the last possible minute. When it was time for bed, David's Mom asked if we were going to sleep in David's room or go to the 'rumpus room' in the basement. Sounds funny to say it now, but a rumpus room, was the old term for family room. We both jumped at the chance to go downstairs and ran to grab our sleeping bags. Once his Mom had said good night and made sure we were in bed, she went back upstairs and we were alone. I wasn't scared, but we left the table light on so we could see to go upstairs to the bathroom if we had to. "Can I see it again?" David almost whispered at me. "See what?" I asked naively. "Your dink" he said looking directly at me nervously. "Only if I can see yours" I answered back just as quietly. We watched each other carefully as we both lowered our pajamas at the same time. David already had a boner and mine happened as soon as my pants were off. We just looked at each other for a couple minutes. "Wanna play a game?" he asked uncertainly. "Sure" I said. I liked playing games. "It's truth or dare" he said. "I ask you truth or dare and you pick one. If you pick truth, you have to answer any question I ask you honestly and you can't lie or you will go to hell. If you pick dare, then you have to do whatever I dare you to do. If you don't do the dare, then the other person wins and gets to torture the loser." That sounded like fun and I wasn't going to lose. "Okay, who goes first?" I asked excitedly. "You can, since I picked the game" he offered. "Truth or Dare?" "Truth" I answered. "Have you ever kissed anyone on the lips that wasn't family?" "No" I answered truthfully. That was pretty easy. "Have you?" "You can't ask me that until it's my turn?" he complained. "Okay, truth or dare?" I asked. "Truth" "Have YOU ever kissed anyone on the lips who wasn't family?" I repeated the question. "Hey, no fair! You can't just ask the same question that I do" he complained again. "Pick a new question." So much for an easy game. "Has anyone except your Mom and Dad kissed you on the lips?" I asked changing it slightly. "That's the same question" he continued to complain. "No it's not, it's different. You have to answer it" I challenged. "Okay. Yes!" he answered. "Really? Who?" I asked. "That's another question" he smiled at me. "Come on, I'm gonna ask anyway, so just tell me, then I'll have to think of another question. "It was my brother" he said. "That doesn't count, he's family" I whined. I was hoping for something that would add to my building collection of sex knowledge. "But he used his tongue and stuff" he said to prove it was a fair answer. "His tongue?" I asked wanting to know more. "Hey, come on play the game. Truth or Dare?" he said getting things rolling again. "Truth" I said again. "Have you ever stuck a dink in your mouth?" "Yuck! No way!" I said totally shocked at the question. "The only dinks I've ever seen are yours and Brent's. Why would you want to put it in your mouth?" He just smiled. "Ask me truth or dare." "Truth or Dare?" "Dare" he said. "Now you have to dare me to do something." "I dare you to play with yourself until you get the jerking feeling." I said hoping I could see him do that again. "Easy" he said as he started to play with himself. It didn't take long and he jerked and stopped. He was smiling. "Truth or Dare" "Truth" I answered again. "You can't just keep saying truth all the time" he said frowning. "It's no fun if you keep doing that." "Okay, Dare" I replied changing my answer. I wouldn't mind playing with myself. "I dare you to kiss me and let me use my tongue" he grinned. "How?" I asked confused. "Just open your mouth, and I'll kiss you and put my tongue in your mouth" he instructed. I opened my mouth wide and he laughed. "Not like that" He opened his mouth a tiny bit to show me. "Like that" he explained. I closed my mouth the way he showed me and I watched as his face got closer and closer. I was pretty sure I was cross eyed by the time he touched my lips with his. I was watching closely. I felt his tongue push into my mouth and I jumped back. Gross, is all I could think. "Hey, you didn't finish the dare," he said somewhat surprised and disappointed. He tried again, only this time I didn't watch. I closed my eyes and waited for his tongue to enter my mouth. It wasn't such a shock this time, and it felt okay as long as I didn't have to watch. He stopped and leaned back. "How was that?" he asked. "Okay" I answered "Your tongue felt weird though. How come you use your tongue to kiss. My Mom doesn't do that when she kisses me." I wanted to know. "It's a special kiss, not a Mom kiss. Michael said it's French" he told me. "Truth or Dare?" I asked "Dare." "I dare you to stick my dink in your mouth" I challenged. He brought it up, so I thought he must know something about it. I wouldn't do it if he had asked me, so maybe he wouldn't either, and I'd win and get to torture him. He grinned and told me to lie back and not move. My dink was still super stiff and lying against my stomach. I watched as David lifted it straight up and placed it in his mouth. He then closed his mouth and I felt his tongue tickle my dink. I giggled. "That tickles" I said. I could also feel the tingling feeling coming back. Oh god, what if I peed in his mouth. I had to stop him. "Okay, that's good" I said pushing his head away. He wiped his mouth. "Truth of Dare?" I chose truth. There was no way, I was going to put his dink in my mouth. He looked disappointed when I answered. "Would you run around naked outside?" "Yes" I answered hesitantly. Since he wasn't asking me to do it, there was no real harm in answering yes. It's not like it was going to happen. We had a few more rounds of truth questions and they got more and more daring and personal. It was so obvious that he knew way more than I did. I didn't have an older brother, just a younger sister. We played for hours and I dared him to run up to the top of the stairs naked, pour cold water on his dink in the laundry room, kiss my bum, and stick his tongue up my nose. That was totally gross and I thought for sure I would win on that dare, but he did it. He dared me to lick his chest, smack him in the face with my stiffy, sniff his bum, lick his dink (but not suck it), play with his balls and lie on top of him with our dinks touching. I lost when he dared me to put my finger in his bum. That was just to sick for me. "Now I get to torture you." He said claiming his prize. He tickled me until I was screaming. He kept it up until his Mom yelled down for us to be quiet. He put a cold metal spoon on my balls to make them shrink, wrapped me in plastic and spanked me. When he finished we put our pajamas on and went to sleep. That night began many such games we used to play. I only slept over once more, but we used to do it after school in his basement. We didn't bother with the truth or dare game anymore, we just kept alternating doing stuff to each other. I was learning to use my imagination to come up with things that I figured he might not know, or might not do. Really weird stuff, like let me stick things in his bum, a pen was my favorite. He stuck my dink in his mouth a lot and I always stopped him before I peed. One afternoon, Brent, David & I went back to the creek where I had fallen in and lay down in the grass. David suggested that all three of us play truth or dare. Brent & I agreed quickly. I had never done anything with Brent before, but I wanted to see him naked again. We agreed to keep the dares 'sexy' to make it more fun. We played & touched each other everywhere for a long time until it was time to go home. The coolest dare was from David. He dared Brent to suck his dink, while he sucked Brent's. I watched as they did it to each other at the same time. It was only for a couple seconds, but it looked neat. One of the pivotal points of my life, although I didn't know it then, came when we headed back into the woods one Saturday. David and Brent dared me to run naked to a point and run back. I felt silly as my dink was bouncing up and down in front of me, but I liked how the air felt between my legs. Then they dared me to jump into the creek naked. I loved it. We got a bit of a scare when we heard someone coming towards us. Before we could get dressed, Michael rode up on his bike, and jumped off, letting it drop to the ground. "Hey loser" he said to David "Havin' fun? Let me guess...Truth or Dare" he smiled. "Yeah. Wanna play?" he grinned back at his brother. Both Brent and I were trying to get dressed, but I was having trouble getting my dry clothes over my wet body. Michael agreed to play and told us to stay naked 'cause the game was more fun that way. We already knew that. I watched in fascination as he took of his shirt and dropped his pants. He left his underwear on, but he definitely looked bigger than both of us. I whispered over to Brent "Have you ever seen his thing?" Brent nodded yes and smiled. "It's way bigger than ours." I wanted to see it and hoped he played the game the same way we did. It only took him to be 'dared' once and his shorts were off, and he was showing us his stiffy. It was way bigger. It had to have been 4 inches and a lot fatter. He didn't have hair above it, but at 7 I didn't know it existed. The dares included Brent and David sticking his thing in their mouths, and he sucked all of us. At one point he had David and me put our penises together and stuck them both in his mouth. Michael dared David and I to suck each others dinks at the same time. I remembered seeing David & Brent do it, but I still hadn't stuck a dink in my mouth. I explained my reluctance to do it and Michael proceeded to explain things to me. "It's no big deal. It feels good when someone does it to you right?" he asked "It feels just as good when you do someone else, and when you do it at the same time, it is twice as good. Just go slowly and try it. We've all done it. All guys do it." I was already different than other boys, so if they all did it I thought I'd better learn too. I got into position with David, and Michael helped hold his brothers dink in place for me to put my mouth on it. It didn't really taste bad and in fact it was okay. I felt David sucking on mine, so I tried to copy him. I was told twice to watch my teeth and Michael showed my how to wrap my lips over them. He demonstrated on David, and I studied it closely. I kept going and was so involved in trying to get it right that I didn't notice until it was too late that I was going to pee. I pulled David's dink out of my mouth quickly and yelled a warning at him. "I'm gonna pee!! Stop!" I almost shrieked. I tried to pull off him, but Michael was holding me firmly in place and was pushing David's head faster. I started to twitch and jerk and could feel my dink pulsing like I was peeing. Oh God, Oh God, I thought to myself. I felt so embarrassed, I just peed in someone's mouth. "I'm sorry" I said as David pulled my dick out of his mouth. "I didn't mean to do that. I couldn't help it. I normally stop before I pee myself." I was freaked out and totally distraught. David looked at me and smiled. "You didn't pee." Michael joined in and said "You just had your first organism." "What?" I said still not believing that I hadn't peed in his mouth. "What's an organism?" I asked. God, I was a dumb ass. "You know the good feeling when you jerk at the end? That's an organism" Michael explained. "It's supposed to feel like that. My friends brother said we'll get white sperms when we're adults. Its sick though. He's 16 and has hair all over his thing, and when he sperms, it's all gooey. I don't want to have that, it's a mess to clean up." I don't want hair on it either, I thought to myself. White sperms? Why would it do that, where does the pee go when you're an adult? This was a ton of information in just a couple of months since I had started playing truth or dare. Unfortunately before I could learn any more we moved. My Dad lost his job so we had to move to a bigger city. I never found anyone to play truth or dare with in my new city, but we had an outdoor public pool just a block from my new house, so I joined swimming lessons and became really good at it. I especially enjoyed getting naked in the change room, although I couldn't keep my dink from getting a boner. I didn't use the change cubicles, 'cause I wanted to see more dinks on older people. I watched the adults and noticed how big & hairy they were. They looked huge, way bigger than me, and I hoped mine would get that big one day, just without the hair. I liked watching the teenagers, 'cause they didn't have any hair except some over their penises and under their arms. That didn't look so bad. I was in the locker room one day, when teenager sat right beside me to get changed at his locker. As usual I had a boner and had just dropped my swim suit on the floor. I was buck naked and had to turn to get my towel. I must have gone bright red as I knew the teenager could see my stiffy, and was staring right at it. "Don't worry, it happens to me all the time" he grinned looking down. I looked where he was looking, and all I could see was a big bulge in his trunks. He grabbed it and wrapped the cloth around it's outline. It looked huge and I thought he must have something else in his trunks. The outline was way bigger than anything I had seen before. It was certainly bigger than Michael's back in my old town. He was still smiling as he glanced around the fairly empty locker room. He stood up and turned his back to me as he opened his locker. He pulled out his towel, and dropped his swim suit, placing his towel in front of him. I could see his bum, and when he bent over, I could see he had hair in between his butt cheeks. Weird. He turned around and I was watching every move. I used my own towel to hide my dink in case anyone else saw. He raised his towel to dry his hair and I got a good look at his big penis. I wanted to touch it, but he was so much older, I didn't dare. He didn't seem bothered at all by his boner as he dried his legs and back. He slowly put his underwear on and waved his dink at me before making it disappear. I was learning lots and made it a mission to see as many naked guys as I good. I started looking everywhere. I spent a lot of time running around naked in the woods behind our house. I started slowly by just dropping my pants while lying in the grass, and eventually took them off completely while lying down. I very quickly graduated to standing up and running to a spot I'd pick and run back, each time getting further and further away from my clothes. By the time I was 10, I experimented by riding my bike without clothes. I loved how it made me feel and my dink was always hard. I would play with myself while lying in the grass until I felt the tingle in my body. I never shared the experience with anyone until I got older, and found it was rapidly becoming an obsession. Since I never had a lot of friends, this would keep me busy for hours. I challenged myself to do more and more daring things and even rode my bike all the way home naked one night just after it got dark. I used back allies and my heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would jump out of my chest. Just before my house, I put my clothes back on and went in feeling very excited. I built a fort in the woods and it became my own private hangout. I would go there as much as I could and found if I rubbed my penis against things, I could get the same tingling feeling without playing with myself. One of my friends came up to the fort and helped me build it bigger. Whenever we went up together we never got naked or talked about sex. I don't know why, as it would have been the perfect opportunity to fool around, but this was my special thing to do, and I didn't want to share it. I progressed to running naked around the school field in the dark and seeing how close I could get to being caught, without actually getting caught. I'd heard of people streaking before and now I understood why they did it. Mostly I just lay around my fort being naked, and when the weather was too cold, I tried to keep busy with swimming. I couldn't run around naked in the locker room because I couldn't keep my dink from getting hard each time. Just a Bit Off The Top Please. When I was 12, my mom took me to the doctors and he said I had to be circumcised as the skin on my penis was too tight and could not be pulled back. They tried to explain it to me, but I was more worried that they were talking about my penis while the doctor was holding it and playing with it. Fortunately I was too embarrassed with my Mom in the room to get a boner, or I'd have probably just have dropped dead. I thought back to my two friends of many years ago and all the other guys I'd seen, and wasn't unhappy that they were going to make me like everyone else. We got home, I bounced into the house and straight up to my Dad. "Guess what?" I said excitedly "I'm gonna be castrated." My Dad's eyes showed his surprised, and my Mom quickly jumped in. "Circumcised" she corrected. "Castrated means they cut it off." I started laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face. It was hilarious and pretty soon we were all laughing about it. I'll never get those words mixed up again. The day before I was to go to the hospital, I stared at my dink at lot wondering what it was going to look like when I got home. I even said goodbye to it before I went to bed. I was taken to hospital the day before I was supposed to have the operation and placed in a room with three other boys. One was really cute and 12 years old, like me. The other two boys were younger 10 & 9, I think. They had all been in a while, so I was the new guy. After my parents left and we had a chance to talk, they wanted to know everything, and of course what I was in for. I told them, and they all wanted to see my dink with the skin on it. They came over to my bed and I slid my pajamas down under the covers and then lifted the sheets so they could see. They seemed mesmerized, but it was starting to get hard, so I put the sheets back down. The older boy who told me his name was Mark, said his was bigger and he'd already started getting hairs. "Really? Can I see it?" I asked excitedly. It had been a long time since I'd played this game with anyone, and I took advantage of the situation. He opened the top of his pajama bottoms and lowered them a little holding onto them. I leaned closer and since I was lying on the bed and he was standing, it was almost at face level. I saw that he had about six hairs, and without thinking I reached out and touched them. He didn't move at all, so I lifted his dink to see if there were any under it. He was much bigger than me and his balls were hanging a lot lower than mine did. I felt them too. The younger boys just watched us. Mark quickly fastened up his pants as he put his dick away. He ran back to his bed and jumped in. The younger boys did the same. I thought I'd gone to far and scared him off. The nurse came in a few minutes later with snacks and medication for the room. I didn't have to get any needles or anything so I was lucky. Now it was time for us to get to sleep as the nurses turned out the lights. We all started talking again in the dark. "Why do we have to go to bed so early?" I complained. It was only 8pm. "The nurses have lots to do and no-one will come back until the new nurses look in on us at midnight" said Mark. "We know exactly when they come around, we sometimes sneak down to the TV room when they're having a break." "Cool" I kinda wished I was going to be here longer than just one night. The younger guys fell asleep pretty quick, but Mark and I kept on talking. I found out that he had diabetes and had to learn to give himself needles before they would let him go home. No way I could do that. Fortunately hospital rooms have enough light, so I was able to watch as Mark got out of his bed and came across to mine. He sat on the side of the bed and we continued talking. "I'm cold, can I get under the covers?" he asked. "Okay" I answered moving over to one side to give him room. Mark lay down beside me and got under the covers. We lay on our backs and talked about school and games. I felt his hand reach over and grab mine. He lifted it up and placed it on his dink. His pajama bottoms were already down, and he had a boner. I wasn't expecting that and stopped breathing for what seemed like forever. I slowly rubbed it and it wasn't long before I felt his hand slip inside the fly of my pajamas. I used my free hand to lower them so he could get to it easier. We kept talking as if nothing was actually happening. Our hands got faster and faster and our breathing was becoming shallower. It was getting difficult to talk and play with each other, so we stopped talking. I felt him jerk and then my hand was a little wet. Yuck, he'd peed on me. I didn't say anything but I knew he was done. I kept my hand on his boner as he finished me off. I jerked and the good feeling wash over me. I hadn't had anyone do that since I left my old town 5 years ago. I wanted more of it. We both pulled our pajamas back up, and I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I came I was excited to see Mark was still in my bed. I climbed back in and we fell asleep talking. We were awakened by a smiling nurse, who told us it was time for them to get me ready for my operation, and that Mark should go back to his own bed. I looked beside me and Mark was still there. I'd slept with someone all night. I felt so good. He grabbed my boner quickly under the covers as he got out of the bed. Both of us knew what happened, but the nurse couldn't see it. I was having so much fun, I never wanted to go home. The beds were even more fun. You could raise them up and down with the buttons. I wanted one for my bedroom. The nurse said they had to give me a needle to relax me. I WAS relaxed until she said needle. I must have looked panicked as she told me it wouldn't hurt and not to worry. I pulled an arm out from under the sheets and presented it to her. She smiled at me. "I can't use your arm for this. I need you to turn over, we're going to use your bum." My bum? I heard myself silently scream in my head. I was sure I didn't want the operation now. I told her it was okay, I didn't mind if she used my arm. She was so nice as she lowered then bed covers. I quickly flipped onto my stomach as I didn't want her to see my boner. Of course I hadn't thought about how easy this was going to make it for her. "Just relax your muscles" she said as I tensed up "I'll give you a little trick so it won't hurt. Wiggle your toes." I began wiggling my toes so fast I thought they might fly off. She lowered my pajamas a little, and I felt the needle enter my butt cheek. I wiggled even faster. Then it was over. She pulled the back of my pajamas back up and put the covers over me. "Someone will be back in a little while to get you." She said sweetly. My Mom entered the room and asked how I was doing. I felt like I was floating. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion, it was really weird. I think I answered her, but I wasn't sure. A strange man appeared over me and I felt myself being lifted into the air. He placed me on another bed and we began moving through the hospital. People were talking, but I don't know if they were talking to me or not. We got into a funny smelling room and again I was lifted up and placed onto a table. This table was strange. There was a hole under where my bum was, so I wiggled up the table a bit so I wouldn't fall through, but I was pulled back down. What if I fell through onto the floor. I was worried. I saw another face appear from over the top of my head. "We're going to put you to sleep now, so count backwards from 100." The face said. "100...99...9..." That's all I remembered until I woke up in recovery with my Mom sitting beside me. She smiled and asked how I felt. I felt fine, just really tired. I went back to sleep. When I awoke again, I was back in my room. Well my hospital room anyway. I had a tent over me. It was actually a metal cage to keep the sheets from touching my penis, but it looked like a tent. Both my Mom & Dad were there and they had brought me candy and comics. I like this hospital thing. I looked under the tent, but there was a bandage around my penis, so I couldn't see much. I wondered how I was going to pee, but that was answered as soon as a doctor entered followed by a nurse. They closed the curtains around my bed and removed the tent and sheets. The doctor began removing the bandages, and I kept moving to see around him. He was blocking my view and I wanted to know what was going on down there. He told me to lie still. That seemed kinda rude, since he was the one in the way anyway. I waited. "That looks good" he said shortly. I could feel him playing with it and his hands were cold. I jumped. "It'll be a little sore for a while until the stitches dissolve." He explained. He moved enough that I could see it, and it scared me a lot. It was red and swollen and had black stitches in it. I went to touch it, but the doctor grabbed my hand to stop me. "You shouldn't touch it for a couple of days. You don't want it to get infected" he explained. That still didn't answer the whole how to pee thing, so I asked him. "What about when I have to pee?" He showed me where to hold it at the base and told me I should carefully use toilet paper to get any drops when I was finished. That seemed okay, and I asked him if I could go now. I was only wearing a pajama top, so I grabbed my housecoat that my parents had brought from home for me. I put it on, and as it rubbed across my penis, I screamed. I immediately yanked the robe off. My dink was in serious pain. I looked at everyone waiting for someone to rescue me. The doctor stepped up and said "It will be very sensitive for a while until you get used to not having a foreskin." He helped me put my robe back on, being very careful not to touch my penis. I held it out in front while the doctor went with me to the bathroom. He held the robe open while I grabbed my dink like he had shown me and started to pee. It felt like it was burning and I stopped. My face must have said it all. "Don't worry, it only stings a bit the first time, you'll be okay in a few seconds" the doctor explained. I started peeing and the stinging did go away by the time I finished. I got a piece of toilet paper to dry the end of my dink, but as soon as I touched it, I screamed again. I flushed the toilet paper and we headed back to bed. I climbed in and they put the tent over me. I took a deep breath, almost in relief as I relaxed. The doctor talked to my parents and I went for the candy on the night table. Mom and Dad stayed with me for most of the day and explained that I would be in hospital for a few more days. I was okay with that, I had fun last night with Mark and everyone was super nice bringing me stuff. My friend Paul came to the hospital after dinner and asked what I was in for, and why did I have a tent over me. I explained it to him, but he didn't understand, so he asked if he could see. He looked under the tent and was completely grossed out. I didn't blame him 'cause even I thought it looked terrible. We talked about other stuff and he left when my parents did. I had doctors and nurses checking my dink quite a bit and I got used to people just playing with it and looking at it. I didn't care as long as they didn't touch the tip. Night time came and visiting hours were over. Mark finally came over and did what everyone else had done, he took a look. "Wow, it sure looks different than yesterday" he said reaching for it. I was excited and started to get a boner. I felt it rise and the pain came with it. I almost flew out of bed when he touched the purple and red end. I screamed and screamed. My boner had gone down, and Mark practically flew across the room and leapt into his bed from about 6 feet away. The nurse came in quickly and asked what was wrong. "I just turned over to go to sleep and lay on my..." I lied. I still wasn't comfortable saying penis or dink around adults. She took a look to make sure everything was okay. After she left I apologized to Mark and he came back over. He looked like he had been crying. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said sadly. I assured him it was okay, and excitedly told him I was going to be around for a few more days. He asked if I wanted to play with his dink, even if he couldn't play with mine. I wasn't really in the mood, and it hurt to much when my boner got hard. He looked disappointed but I was pretty sure it would be better by tomorrow. It wasn't. I stayed in hospital for three days and then got to go home. Mark and I exchanged phone numbers, but when you're 12 you move on pretty fast, so I never saw or heard from him again. I stayed home for three weeks and the healing process was bad bad bad. I remember as the stitches started to fall out, it would cause some bleeding, and I thought I was bleeding to death when it happened in the bathroom once. I screamed for my Mom and she assured me I was alright as she patted me dry. It was almost a week before I could even touch it and two weeks before I could wear proper clothes. I slept without pajamas and I got to like it. I've never worn clothes to bed since. Once I was totally healed I noticed how different my penis was. The head had turned from purple to pink and it was very sensitive to the touch. I was fascinated by the look of my new dink and excited that I was now like all the other boys. I wanted to show it off, so I went back to the pool and took my time changing. I still changed in the quieter parts of the locker room, as my dink would be always stiff. My Dad announced that we were going back to my old city to visit our relatives, and I immediately thought of David and Brent. I hadn't seen them since we moved. We went away for a four day weekend and I begged my parents to let me call my friends. I found that Brent had moved, but David still lived in the same house. I talked to his mom and she said it would be great for me to go over to the house. David wasn't home when I phoned, but she said he would be at dinner time and I could come over to eat with them if I wanted. My Dad drove me and I was very nervous going up to the door. I rang the bell and a boy my age opened the door. He didn't look like the 7 year old I remembered, so I hardly recognized him. His Mom broke the ice. "Jason! Look how you've grown. You're a young man now" I beamed with pride (regular pride, not the gay kind...yet) David smiled at me, but it was obvious he didn't recognize me any more than I did him. We sat down to dinner and his parents relayed stories about our friendship. As it progressed, we began talking directly to each other instead of through his parents. Michael was also there, but I wouldn't have recognized him at all. He was 17 and very good looking for an older guy. David & I ran down to the basement and it looked almost the same as I remember. We talked about some of the things we had done down there together and I was itching to show him the new me. "My dink looks like yours now. They circumcised me" I announced proudly. He was interested and I showed him. "It's bigger than before" he said. "Is mine?" He dropped his pants and showed me his dink. It was definitely bigger. He had hair on it too. Not much, but more than me, since I didn't have any at all. We touched & rubbed each other as we had so many times before. David still knew much more than me about sexy things, and it was great that he could show me new stuff. He asked if I was going to spend the night, and I hadn't planned on it, but wanted to more than anything. David ran to ask his Mom and when he came back he said it was okay. I phoned my Dad to get the other half of the required permission. It was set, I was going to spend the night. After we'd played a board game for a while, David's parents announced that were going out, so Michael was going to be in charge. We set up the sleeping bags, like we used to, and I suggested we play truth or dare again. He said he had a better idea and asked if I had ever played twister. "Twister? The game with the plastic sheet and spinny thing?" I asked dumfounded. "Yeah" he grinned. "I'll go get it." He ran upstairs leaving me alone in the rumpus room to think about how the hell twister was going to be better than truth or dare. He came back with Michael right behind him and proceeded to set up the game. Once he was ready, he explained that we were going to play naked. Okay, this was starting to sound better, and Michael was going to play too. We all stripped and both David & I had stiffies. "You guys still get excited seeing each other naked" Michael commented as he lowered his underwear revealing his huge dink. It was bigger soft than mine was stiff. He also had lots of hair around it and on his balls. I stared at it. "Go ahead and touch it" Michael said moving closer. I ran my fingers through the hair. It was coarse and nothing like the few hairs I had felt on Mark. He also had hairy legs, underarms and in the crack of his bum. I looked at all of him. David got impatient and insisted we play the game. I really enjoyed playing twister with dinks slapping me in the face a few times and hands playing with me. Michael must have enjoyed it too as he had a big boner. "Wow, your dink is huge" I exclaimed when I first saw it fully stiff. "You have the biggest boner I've ever seen." Michael laughed. "Time to teach you some grown up words" he said. "First off, it's a dick or a cock. It's not a dink when you get hair around it. Also it's a hardon, not a boner or a stiffy. Sometimes you can call it a woody or popping wood." I was listening closely, wishing I'd had an older brother. I was so naive, and without sex education in school, or the internet, I had to rely on what older people told me, so this was good stuff. Michael continued to tell stories about all the girls he'd been with and all the 'fucking' he'd done. I had to ask what fucking actually was, so he stopped to explain it in great detail while he played with his hardon. David commented that he liked fucking too. "You've fucked a girl?" I asked, cautiously trying out my new word. I always seem to miss out on the fun things. "No, but I like it when Michael does it to me" he replied. I was confused. I knew that a boy sticking his dink...uhh...cock into a girl's vagina was fucking, but boys didn't have vaginas to fuck. "How can a boy fuck another boy?" I asked stupidly. "Just put it in his ass" Michael said nonchalantly. Ewww gross. I used it to poop, so there was no way you should stick something in there. I was stunned. "Isn't that dirty? And wouldn't it hurt?" I asked thinking about how it hurt sometimes when I was constipated. "No, it only hurts a little at first" said David "but it's fun." "Wanna watch me fuck him?" Michael asked quickly. I shook my head no. That sounded too gross. "You really let him put that big thing in your bum?" I asked. "Yeah, we've been doing it ever since I was little, so It doesn't hurt at all. I really like it, but not when he's drunk." "You get drunk?" I asked Michael. "All the time" he said proudly. Another surprise. My parents hardly ever drink and I sure never did, except for a little sip of one of my Dad's sherry. It was horrible, but I don't think I got drunk off it. Michael sat on the floor and ordered David to suck him. I watched as he got on all fours and took the huge dick into his mouth. I moved up close so I could see everything. Michael grabbed him by the head, and started moving in and out. I couldn't believe that the whole thing fit in his mouth, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. "Jason, come and stand in front of me, so I can blow you" Michael said causing me to be distracted from the show. Blow me? What's that? I wasn't going to ask, so I just stood in front of him like he asked. He took my hardon into his mouth and sucked it like before. I forgot how good it made me feel and the tingling came back quickly. It was way better than I remembered. I wondered when he was going to blow me though, so far he was only sucking on my dick. He told me later that it was called a blow job. "I'm cummmming" Michael yelled as he pulled my dick out of his mouth. I turned to watch as white liquid fired out of his big cock and hit David square in the face. There were lots of spurts coming out of his dick and it was all over. It smelled like bleach and looked disgusting. The stuff on was in his hair and running down his face. I was curious, so I reached down and touched it. It was really slimey, but warm. "Taste it" Michael said smiling at me. "Gross! No way" I said wondering how to wipe this goo off me. David took care of it, as he licked my finger. I shuddered thinking how disgusting that was. "That was incredible little brother" said Michael "You're getting to be quite the good little cocksucker. Jason, you want to fuck him?" "No thanks" I stammered. I was not going to stick my dick in a bum, plus I was enjoying getting blow jobbed. Michael told David to finish the job as he pushed me aside so he could stand up. I turned around, and David took my dick into his mouth. I tried to pull out when I felt my body start to tingle, but David had his hand clamped to my bum and wouldn't move. I started to jerk and could feel my dick throbbing. My knees felt weak, so I put my hands on his head to steady myself until the feeling subsided. David looked up and smiled, then stopped. I watched as Michael lifted David up and drop him on the couch. He played with David's dick until he shot the same kind of liquid that Michael had. His looked more cloudy than white, and there was no where near as much, but at least he could make stuff come out. "You can do that white stuff too?" I asked quite impressed. "Yeah, it's called cum" he said. I just smiled and wondered when I would be able to do that, although it looked pretty gross. Michael said we should all take a shower as it smelled like sex in the room. They suggested we all go in together, but I figured I should wait as showers were really only big enough for one person anyway. They shared the bathroom, and when they came out, I went in. David and I climbed into our sleeping bags and fell asleep quickly. In the morning, my Dad came to pick me up and I said goodbye to David for the last time. It was a couple of months later, that I noticed small hairs around my dick. Shortly after that when I was playing with myself, stuff squirted out of my dick. It took me totally by surprise and I thought something was wrong. Looking closer, it was a cloudy whitish liquid. I'd had my first organism! I wanted to tell someone, so I ran to my best friend who was a year younger, and who had no idea what an organism was. It didn't matter and I didn't want to explain it to him, I was just excited that it had finally happened. I learned from my friends older brother than it was actually an orgasm and not an organism that I'd had. Well whatever they called it, I was now normal again. But I was learning fast that I really needed and older brother to teach me stuff. French Fries and Buns & Red Meat. I was 14 before anything else happen of any consequence. I'd continued to find as many avenues to inform me of sex as possible. I had gone into a used book store and found a copy of 'Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex...But Were Afraid To Ask' and boy was I afraid to ask. I excitedly scanned through the book and found a section on homosexuality. I had read enough stuff to know that when you liked guys it was called homosexuality, but still had no idea that I was a homosexual. The two just didn't connect together in my head. I didn't even know I was a fag. That was just a name you called someone in school to piss them off.. Now those of you that know this book, know what I'm about to say, 'cause it was the only advice the whole damn book gave. I read about the guy who went to the bowling alley and waited in the men's bathroom for some guy to come in. It told about the foot sliding over and sex. Sex with another guy!! I was thrilled. I raced to the bowling alley and waited patiently in the toilet stall. Nothing happened. I thought maybe it needed to be busier, so I asked the guy at the counter what the busiest day was. He told me Friday night or Saturday afternoon during Youth Bowling. I came back on Saturday afternoon and waited in the bathroom. Lots of people came and went, but no one stuck their foot under the door to have sex with me. I was crushed and went home. I tried a few more times, but no one ever approached me, so I read the whole book again to see if I had missed something, but I'd follow the directions exactly as they were written. I was really upset and thought perhaps maybe I was just to ugly or nerdy to have sex with. I had pictures of male teen idols up in my room and jerked off to them on a regular basis. My Mom came in my room one day and told me that it was abnormal to have pictures of boys up in my room. So in tears and a fit of anger, I ripped them all down. I didn't want to be abnormal. She told me I should get out and get friends my own age. I had a friend who was twelve, but my Mom thought he was too young to be playing with. People my own age didn't like me. I wasn't a sports jock or a popular person, so I had nothing in common with them. Younger people seemed to like me and being older, they looked up to me. I felt really good hanging around with them, even if my parents didn't approve. So I never took friends home as I would have just got lectured. I decided to get a job so I could buy better clothes than my parents bought me. They always made sure that I had clean clothes that fit, but I wanted designer jeans and the cool clothes. Maybe it would make me more popular. Their rules were, if I wanted something different, I had to buy it myself. So off I went to the only place I knew that hired 14year olds...McDonald's. They hired me as soon as I filled out the application, so I ran home excitedly and told my parents. They were happy that I was finally going to be hanging out with older people and took me to buy black dress pants and shoes which were required as part of the uniform. McDonald's had a crew room in the basement which was a total hang out even if you weren't working. There were also change rooms for boys & girls, each one with a shower in it. I got to see lots of guys naked and showering as they washed off the greasy feeling after work. I took showers whether I needed one or not, just so I had an excuse to be in the change room. I couldn't think of anything better than this job. McDonald's also had a national competition that each restaurant took very seriously. You could sign up for different stations and compete against others; first in your own restaurant; then in your city; then the province; then nationally. I chose to do fries as I was very good at it. Prior to the computers they use now, we had timers to make sure the fries were perfect. They also couldn't stay in the warming bin for more than seven minutes or you had to throw them out. It was difficult to gauge how many fires to make based on the number of customers in line, and to be sure you weren't going to having to throw them out. Salting and packaging were also important. I worked lot of hours and when the competition came, I won for our store and then for the city as judges watched us perform. I'd never been in any sort of competition before, so I was on a serious high when I was told I was going to Edmonton for the Provincial Championships. My manager was the guy who was taking three of us up for the competition. I was the only one from our store, so it was a real thrill to have my manager going with me. He was a totally hot guy. His name was Alex and he owned a two tone Pontiac Grand Prix. I thought it was the hottest car I'd ever seen. It had power everything. After picking up the other two guys, we headed for the Holiday Inn in Edmonton. We registered in a huge ballroom and found out we had been assigned rooms with a stranger. I figured I was going to share a room with the guys we came up with including my manager. I was upset and now a little nervous. I went to my assigned room and found my roommate. His name was Dan and he had won the fry competition in Medicine Hat. There was only going to be the two of us in the room which was okay by me, at least I'd get my own bed, and wouldn't have to share with a stranger. I'd rather have slept in the same bed as my manager, but that wasn't going to happen. We went down to dinner and I sat with Alex and my roommate Dan and the two other guys we brought up. There were hundreds of people at the dinner, and I found out that Dan had come up by himself on the bus. McDonald's had paid for it and he said the only other option was to have his Dad bring him. He'd convinced his parents that he was to old to need a babysitter, so they let him come by himself. The more we talked, the more I liked him. They had a bunch of speeches and explained the competition. We were going to use actual McDonald's in the city to compete. That seemed exciting. They cut us loose after dinner, and our group said we'd meet back in the pool. Dan and I raced back to the room and got changed. We undressed in front of each other and I noticed he had an awesome body and a nice dick too. My heart pounded a little harder and faster. We ran down to the pool and met lots and lots of people as we splashed around. I got to see Alex in his swim trunks and he had an amazing body. His chest was smooth and muscular, and although he was old, probably 25, he still had an affect on me. Thank god the water was cool. Dan and I got to know each other really well as we swam around. I found out that he was a hockey player and a swimmer. That would explain the incredibly hot body. He had eight pack abs and a cute innie belly button. I was also a swimmer, but I sure didn't look like he did. I was a little skinny, not third world skinny or anything, but not toned like him. I swam everyday as I wanted to try and get my lifeguard certificate when I was older. About 10pm we said goodnight to everyone and headed back to our room. Once again we undressed in front of each other and dried off. Dan climbed into bed without putting clothes on, and I watched. He must have thought I figured him weird as he commented on my stare. "I always sleep nude. I hope that's not a problem Jay" he said. "Nah I sleep nude too. I can't sleep in clothes" I assured him, climbing naked into my own bed. We turned on the TV and watched a show while we talked. Now to this day, I'll never know how I got the guts to do what I did. "Hey can I come over to your bed to watch TV, it's not easy to see from this side" I said to him. The TV was directly in front of his bed, and from mine it was at an angle, so it was a real request. "Sure no problem. It's easier to talk too" he said helpfully. I got out of bed and climbed under the covers with him. It wasn't until I accidentally touched his cold feet that I realized that we were both naked in the bed together. I pressed my leg against his and he looked at me. It was a look that said 'what are you doing?', but not a 'fucking stop it' look. I moved more of my leg against him and shuffled a little closer. He didn't move, so I gently slid my hand against his leg. He still didn't move, so I turned towards him and looked at his face. My dick touched against the side of his leg and I became hard instantly. It poked against him and he couldn't help but notice. I moved my head onto his pillow and we looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before I moved my face closer to his. Then it happened, I became the aggressor. I kissed him on the lips. He still didn't move and I pulled back to look at him. He had his eyes closed, so I kissed him again, this time remembering to push my tongue in like I'd learned before. He'd obviously never kissed before and just lay there as I ran my tongue around the inside of his mouth. I swung my leg over him and pressed against his body. I felt his hand move onto my ass cheek and I grabbed for his. Our dicks were touching and we were both as hard as a rock. He stopped kissing me and let go of my ass. I figured it might be over. "I've never done this before" he said quietly. "Neither have I" I kinda lied. "Not really anyway. I fooled around when I was a little kid, but that's all. I'll show you what I know and you show me what you know...If you want to." "Okay" he answered as nervously as I felt. We went back to kissing and rubbing our hands over each other. I was the first to touch his dick and he almost bit my tongue off as he jumped. I pulled him closer and kissed him harder. I really really liked putting my tongue in his mouth. It was more fun than playing with his dick, although that was awesome too. He followed my lead and grabbed my dick, so we were now jerking each other off. It was only a couple of minutes before he groaned and shouted out. "Oh shit" he gasped as I felt his cum hit my stomach and dick. I kissed him even harder and moved my dick faster into his hand. I came only a few seconds later returning the favor of covering him in cum. I leaned over and picked the towel off the floor that he had used earlier. I cleaned us both up, figuring that it was over. "I'm sorry" he said apologizing. "For what?" I wanted to know. "For the most amazing time I've ever had!" "No, for cumming on you" he said sadly. "Are you kidding. That was amazing" I said. I really did enjoy the feel of it this time. It didn't feel gross or dirty, it felt special. I leaned over intending to give him a quick kiss him to show him it was alright, but he shoved his tongue down my throat, climbing on top of me. We were off again.... We ground our bodies together and grabbed his butt as I pulled him tight against me. It was incredible. I even kissed his neck, and he did mine. I knew about hickies, but I'd never had one until Dan did it, and then giggled. I thought it was cute, not realizing it may have consequences, so I returned the favor and gave him a matching hicky. I asked if he'd ever sucked a dick and he said he hadn't, asking if I had in return. I told him about my only experience, and said I would try it if he would. We agreed and I volunteered to go first. This was no longer a 7 year olds pre puberty dick. This was a full grown hairy 6" dick. He lay on his back, and I slid down his body admiring it as I went. I ran my face all the way down and kept kissing him. I could smell the chlorine from the pool as my nose brushed past his pubic hair. I licked his dick and kissed the tip of it. I grabbed it with one hand and placed it in my mouth. I could only put the tip in, as it felt like it was way to big to fit. I licked it a bit and moved my hand up and down the length of it. "How's that?" I asked. "Great. Keep going" he moaned. I felt his hands rub my hair as I went back to concentrating on his hardon. I placed it back in my mouth, opened as wide as I could, stopped breathing and went down almost to the end of it. I felt like I was going to throw up as my throat started to convulse. I backed up to just the tip again. I took a breath and tried again with the same result. I practiced going as deep as I could before the feeling of being sick hit me, and it wasn't long before I knew just how deep to go. I used my hand as a marker around his shaft. I remembered to keep my teeth covered and kept looking up at Dan to see if he was okay. He must have been as he never stopped rubbing my hair and moaning. I thought this was great, and again it didn't seem dirty or anything and he smelled good too. "My turn" he said. I stopped and came back up to lie beside him. "Was that okay?" I asked looking for approval. "Yeah, but I thought I was going to cum, so I wanted to do you first." He grinned as he lay on top of me. We began kissing again and my already hard dick began throbbing. Kissing was becoming my new favorite thing to do, and I was almost disappointed when he ran his tongue down my body. When he got to my stomach, I giggled as it tickled way to much. He slid my hard dick into his mouth as I warned him about the gagging thing and how to avoid using his teeth. It felt incredible and he was having as good a time as I had. I stopped him before I came and he came back up and lay on top of me. "What do you want to do now?" I asked. "Ummm...have you ever stuck your finger up your own ass?" he asked. "No" I answered. "Have you? Isn't is kinda gross with shit and everything?" "No, I do it to myself all the time. It feels really good. Wanna try it." "Okay" I replied hesitantly, getting ready to watch him stick his finger in his ass. "I'll do it to you first, then you can do it to me" he said throwing me off guard a little. "Get on your knees and put your head on the pillow. I did and spread my legs apart so I could watch what he was doing. He licked his finger and I felt it touch my ass. He started to push, but I complained that it was hurting too much, so he stopped. "Your ass is so tight I can't even get my finger in" he said "Wait, I have an idea" he continued, and ran into the bathroom. "I use baby lotion at home, but this should work" he said giving me a little bottle of hand lotion. I opened it and poured some on his finger. He pushed at my ass again and I felt it start to go in. "Relax a bit or you're gonna bust my finger" he giggled "and breathe dude!" I took a deep breath and felt his finger slide in. It still hurt, but not as much. It didn't really feel that good, but Dan seemed to be enjoying it, so I just bit the pillow and let him continue. He poked me for about ten minutes, before I asked him to stop. Now it was my turn. He got on all fours like I had and handed me the lotion. I put some on my finger and pushed it into him. It was so weird feeling the inside his ass. It was warm and wet and I could feel the soft sides as I pushed deeper into him. It was getting me hard again, so I reached under him and grabbed his dick as I fingered his ass. I rested my face cheek on his butt cheek as I watched my finger going in and out. I then kissed each of his cheeks. Playing with an ass wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. After a while I had to stop as my hands were getting sore, and he agreed that it was time, as his ass felt a little sore too. I pulled my finger out and for whatever reason, sniffed it. It smelled totally nasty. I went to the bathroom and used the soap to scrub my hands. I got back into bed with him and we lay beside each other kissing. It didn't take long before we were both hard and stroking each other again. I suggested that we suck each other at the same time and got into position over him. While we were blowing each other, it was strange that we both sped up or slowed down at the same time. I felt him start to jerk and I knew he was going to cum soon. I figured he'd tell me when he was ready, but he didn't. I tasted a salty taste in my mouth and realized he must have cum in my mouth. I immediately pulled off him and spit it out. It wasn't bad, it was just really sick to think about. I licked a dry part of the bed to get the taste out. I was a little upset, but decided not to tell him when I was going to cum, so he could taste mine too. I shot into his mouth a few minutes later and heard him choke in surprise. He also spit it out. We both agreed that we didn't much like the idea of cum in the mouth, and went to the bathroom to get a few glasses of water and brush our teeth. We decided to sleep in my bed as his was all wet and sweaty. We giggled thinking about what the maid would say the next day. The morning came early and we woke up in each others arms. We were going to kiss each other, but we had morning breath that neither of us thought was very nice. We took separate showers, and brushed our teeth, before we kissed and raced to breakfast. The competition lasted all day. I didn't win, in fact I came in about sixth. I was disappointed, but I'm not really competitive, so it wasn't a big deal. I was thrilled to learn that Dan had won instead, and I knew what I was going to give him as a prize. For two guys that had been thrown together less than 24 hours ago, I felt like I had known him forever. He got the cheesy McDonald's prize at the rewards dinner that evening, and no one cheered louder than me. We all got pins for competing and Alex was really proud of me for taking my loss so well and told me so. He also said he was promoting me to crew chief. I wanted to hug him, but I figured that might be wrong, so I just thanked him, shaking his hand appreciatively. Dan and I went to the pool for a short while after dinner, but we both had the same thing on our mind, and excused ourselves saying we were going to watch a movie before going to sleep. We never even turned on the TV and were naked in bed together almost before the door closed behind us. We began kissing and stroking each other as we had the previous night. I felt like I knew everything about sex. When Dan prepared to finger fuck me, he leaned in and kissed my ass. Not on the cheek but right in the crack. I jumped slightly and tried to watch between my legs. He did it a second time but this time used his tongue against my hole. It was an electric jolt that hit me and I instinctively backed into him to feel more of it... He stopped and asked how it felt. "Oh my God, it was awesome" I gasped. "Wasn't it gross, though?" "No, it was okay, but I couldn't really breathe" he said. He went back to finger fucking. We hugged, kissed, sucked and played for hours until we had both cum a couple of times. We fell asleep in each others arms and didn't wake until morning. We hopped in the shower...together this time, but still didn't kiss until we had brushed out teeth. I thought it was a lot of fun being able to wash someone's back and when we were all soapy, we pressed against each other and slid back and forth. It was so erotic it turned us both back into horny teenagers once again. I tried to give Dan a blow job, but I couldn't do it for long as the water kept splashing in my face, so we just jerked each other off. We watched as the cum splashed on our chests and was quickly washed away down the drain. No mess to clean up...cool. We kissed and giggled as the water kept trying to drown us. We dried each other off and lay on the bed kissing for as long as we could before having to get dressed and go to breakfast. Dan & I both knew our time together was coming to an end and tried to take our time eating. We went back up to the room to pack and were unusually quiet. I had to leave before he did, as my manager wanted to get going, so after I was completely packed, we sat on the bed and held hands as I watched tears form in his eyes. "I wish I didn't live so far away" he said sniffing. "Me too" I agreed, just as upset. "Maybe we can get together for a weekend or a vacation or something." "Yeah, but it's not going to be the same as being together all the time" he said trying to smile. We fell back on the bed and kissed for the last time, breaking apart quickly when someone knocked on the door. I reluctantly answered it and let Alex enter. He must have noticed that we had been crying, but he didn't say anything except to ask if I was ready to go. I followed him out, with Dan right beside. I kept my hands by my side brushing Dan's at every opportunity. I felt his fingers intertwine with mine a couple of times when we figured we could get away with it and just before I got in the car, I took and chance and gave him a big hug goodbye in front of everyone. "Call me when you get home" I yelled from the car window trying to be cheerful. He waved, and slowly got smaller and smaller as we drove away. Dan did call me the next day, and we talked for only a sort time as his Mom kept telling him that long distance was expensive. We wrote to each other a few times and I got to see him about a year later...but that's another story. The next part of my life is the story entitled "Swimming with the Brothers" and details only one event that happened, but one I will never forget. Email me at jasontyler@gaypridecanada.com if you have time, and let me know what you thought so far.