Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 15:18:13 -0500 From: Scott Fricker Subject: Gary I hope you will enjoy reading this recollection as much as I enjoy telling it to you. Although this was but the first of many sexual experiences I had in my adolescence, I count it as one of my favourites, perhaps because it was my first, and his as well. I experienced my first sexual experience near the end of the summer between 7th and 8th grades. I had just turned 13 at the time. Sometimes reality is a bit like fiction in the way things don't seem real. Before the experience I am about to relate, I had never been with another boy sexually [although desperately wanted to be]. And, the experience I am about to describe was the first such sex play I ever had with the boy I am about to describe. Also, unbelievable to me in retrospect is the fact that up until the sulty August afternoon this story takes place, even though we were both on a swim team, and saw each other frequently in our speedos, we had never seen each other fully naked. The norm seemed to be to arrive at the swim meets fully dressed in shorts and t-shirts with our speedos underneath, and then stripping down to our racers at the pool. Gary was a boy nearing the age of twelve. Fair-haired with blue eyes and skin that glowed from a rich summer tan. He was the kind of blonde whose skin would darken at the same rate his hair would lighten from the sun. His skin becoming a beautiful sandy gold and his hair a pale almost white shade of blonde. He wore his hair short near the neck and combed forward unparted with his bangs hanging just at the line of his eyebrows. He had a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and the bridge of a puggish nose and a few more over his narrow, bony eleven year old shoulders. I'm going to race ahead here and not tell you all that led up to this magical moment in time, because I don't really remember too much about it. I remember telling Gary about blowjobs and asking him if he would like one, and remember my heart racing wildly when, with a horny smile on his face, he gladly accepted my offer. So, in a sense, this is really more a recollection than a story. We're in his bedroom. The swim season has ended, and now we just go to the pool everyday to hang out. We're both still wearing our speedos, which are still a bit damp from being in the pool. Our team's swim suit was a pattern of alternating navy blue and yellow pinstripes. It's a midweek afternoon and both of his parents are at work. At 13, nearly a year and a half older than Gary, I felt a little weird having him as my best friend. That small amount of difference in age to an adult friendship is neglibible but it's a big thing to a kid. And, I think I mostly felt weird knowing how much he turned me on. I knew I shouldn't have these feelings, but I couldn't deny I did. I also liked the fact he seemed to somewhat idolize me, myself being a year older and now at 13 an official teenager. He enjoyed trying to please me, and so when I brought up the subject of blowjobs and wanting to know if I could give him one, he was very willing to venture into the area of the unknown. Strangely, he didn't seemed concerned with the association of such a thing being "queer", although he did require repeated reassurances that I would never tell anybody what we were about to do. As we begin, I'm sitting on his bed and he's standing in front of me, his fingers splayed out over his hips, his legs slightly parted. The drawstrings of his suit are unknotted and dangle down over his nubile sized lump. The elastic leg openings press into his beautiful golden skin. Standing this close to me I can smell the coppertone suntan lotion he likes to wear. The same lotion I wear. I love that cocoa butter clean scent coming from him. The silky thin pinstriped spandex is stretched across the full bubble shape of his small boy ass. He's at that perfect apex of innocence and early maturity. The snug fit of the speedo over his crotch reveals the small jut of a penis that is positioned in an outward and downward lilt. The cherry shape of his tip discernable within the cling of the still slightly damp fabric. Just below it, the puffy roundness of a snug ballsack. The volume of that sack suggesting he is nearing the end of his boyhood days. My mind's eye taking in that vision automatically pondering if the pubic area of his body hidden below his swim suit is still devoid of hair or if there may be a sparce, thin band of soft uncurled pubes. The room is silent as I take in the beauty of his body. Droplets of water remain on his skin from having just come from swimming. He has the dimpled tummy showing the toned muscularity of a boy who swims daily but has yet to develop the more defined tone of a boy into puberty. The subtle descent of his tummy's curvature and the converging lines formed from where his hips become his inner thighs looked so sexy to me. Those two creases on his torso guiding my eyes down to that beautiful snugly wrapped package between Gary's legs. Looking up into his innocent face, turned down waiting for me to pull down his suit. His mouth slightly parted. His cheeks blushing in modesty. Gary slightly pulling back as I place my trembling palm down over his still flaccid boyhood, kneading it softly as I feel the jiggling shape of his penis becoming rigid. The transition from soft and dangling to rigid and jutting takes only a matter of seconds. Fully erect, his smallish boy erection points out from his pelvis at a near 90 degree angle as I hook my thumbs into the stretchy give of his speedo's elastic band, revealing a ghostly white area of his body that has remained untanned. As I slowly descend his size 12 racers he softly once again implores me not to tell anyone. I can't believe I'm about to suck my first dick. And, not just any dick, but the dick of a boy I've been masturbating about for months. He's so innocent and sweet and yet so hornily curious that when I asked him earlier if I could suck him he immediately said yes. His cute little stiffy stands up in a proud outward curve from his hairless balls and groin. His penis, like mine, is circumcized. It still has the pastel milkiness of prepuberty and the circumcision ring about a third way down from his tip is just barely discernible, unlike mine, which seems to have darkened over the last year of my life. His tip has a gracefully flared lip running around the back and the front of his cap, like his nose, is somewhat puggish in the way it is buttressed out, almost defiantly. The colour of his dickhead is the shade of a dusty rose. That hue fading to a peachy cream colour as it descends down the shaft above the circumcision ring and then a pale milky white below it. Gary's hard-on twitches in excitement and again I look up at him to find him looking down at himself. Our eyes meet momentarily. There's a look in Gary's sweet watery blue eyes that seems to be waiting for my accessment of his exposed, erect penis. I tell him he has a beautiful penis, although I use the word "boner". His face, which is already blushing, appears to heighten in colour over his cheeks. I remove his hands from where they are splayed over his hips and replace them with my own, pulling him closer to me. I notice the size tag sewn into the back of his suit and am reminded of his innocent age of eleven and a half. Again, he softly asks me no to tell anyone, sensing the moment is now here. I hear his words and simply nod as I descend my mouth over his virgin boysized cock. Gary emits a soft whimper and an even softer sigh as my tongue explores the warm velvetty skin covering his drumtight swollen head. His skinny shafted boner, which I estimate to be about 3 1/2 inches long, as mine is about an inch longer at this time in my life, flexes inside my mouth. His snug, perfectly round scrotum seizes up in a spasm that pulls up and seperates his two large-marble sized boy testes before relaxing back down. My lips grip his boy cock just below the flared rim of his glans, twirling and twirling my tongue over his helmet-shaped, cherry-sized tip. He whimpers loudly and the sound of it seems tinged with anxiety, as if the pleasure is perhaps overwhelming for him. I move my hands from where they have been gripping his hips to behind him and cup his firm round little buns, feeling quivers of tension under the skin. Gary begins to alternately moan "no, please" and "oh yess" in gaspish whimpers as my wet pursed lips glide up and down and up and down over his incredibly rigid stiffy. I delight in the contrast between how rubbery dense his dick feels and how velvetty smooth the skin is. With my mouth wrapped around him, breathing through my nose, I become aware of his innocent smell. Unlike myself, who has begun to produce musk, Gary's crotch smells of milk about to turn sour. It has a nutty slightly yeasty quality to it, like the way the kitchen smells when my mom bakes bread. The scent of his boy sex mingles with the sweet aroma of coppertone as I breath. I'm so turned on I'm moaning with him in my mouth. His penis twitches and flexes almost incessantly now, especially when I twirl my tongue over the front of the drumtight little helmet. Gary's breathing becomes more laboured and his whimpers of pleasure are sounding louder now, and sounding more and more edged with an uncertainty. He's already confessed to me that he's never jerked off and so I know the rising tension in his body is brand new to him. I remove my mouth from him and look into his face. His eyes are half-lidded and his poutish lips parted. I ask him if he wants me to continue and he says yes and asks if it's okay if he pumps into my mouth. His pelvis has been making involuntary muscular spasms that have felt like he's been wanting to, but holding back. I tell him yes, and tell him to close his eyes and pretend my mouth is Becky's pussy. Becky is a girl on our swim team that we both like and fantasize about. I slip my lips back down over his now very flushed pink erection, spit glazed and shiney from being in my mouth. Looking at it before putting it in my mouth, the head looks as if it's to the point of bursting, the skin there looking so tight. It amazes me in retrospect that I somehow knew instinctively what would cause him to feel pleasure. I curve the surface of my tongue into a curved tubular shape that I contour around his elegantly thin, eleven year old boy shaft so that he can fuck into it. My hands still cupping his taut muscular swimmer boy ass, Gary begins to tentatively glide his feverishly hot, rubbery dense, velvetty skinned cocklette in and out of that tongue tube inside my mouth. I notice the nutty yeasty aroma of his crotch seems more apparent now and it looks like there's a sheen of perspiration over the hairless pubis. Although in reality, there was hair there, but it was really more like a soft peach fuzz, white like the hair on his head, and nearly indectable. It is maybe 15 or 30 seconds later when Gary's in and out movements become more pronounced. And with it, the volume of his breathing becomes more noticable. My hands feel the sides of his small boy ass dimpling in with each forward thrust he makes into my mouth. With Gary now doing the motion of moving in and out of my mouth, I focus on the pressure of my pursed lips around his shaft, varying the tension, hoping that it will feel like a pussy clenching around his dick. Using my boy virgin imagination to think of what fucking a pussy would actually feel like. Between breaths that now sound like the panting huffing sounds of a boy nearing the end of a 50m sprint, Gary excitedly mutters "Oh, I'm fucking a pussy! It feels like I'm inside a pussy!" His pumping that began as awkward and tentative has transitioned into frantic pistons. His small milky nutbag is now a floral pink and is now even more compact as I notice his small balls are rising higher and higher with each buckish pump he takes. Suddenly Gary lets out a surprised sounding, squeelishly high yelp and I feel his hands gripping the back of my head, pulling my mouth down onto him, feeling the slightly dewey surface of his hairless pubic mound pressing against the perimeter of my mouth. His knees shake violently, threatening to buckle and his groin locks forward. My tongue ladled around his dick feels the contoured surface of his urethra swelling in a quick series of spasms as the top back surface of my mouth registers a sudden series of wet bursts splashing against it. I remember detecting a total of four squirts that seem to jet into my mouth with the force of water being squirt from the pinhole of a water pistol. When the final squirt ceases, Gary's boner continues lurching up inside my mouth, feeling almost like it's kicking against my tongue. He is panting in post orgasm and finally he collapses to his knees on the floor in front of me. His hard little 3 and a half incher still twitching, the little head pulsing in swells. He looks down at himself and then into my eyes as if to ask "what just happened?" but answering the question himself with an awe-sounding whispered "I...I can sperm." "I...I can sperm.". Still too innocent to know the word "cum". He looks down at himself, squeezing his tip, trying to squeeze out a droplet of what he expects will be white, but being only eleven, is really just clear, spermless, seminal fluid. I don't know who is more amazed at his ejaculation, Gary or myself. I honestly was hoping he'd ejaculate, but didn't think he was capable. My best hope would be that I would make him have his first dry cum. The taste of him is in my mouth and it's the first time I've ever tasted sperm, if that's really what he squirted. Knowing what I know now, I think it was probably spermless ejaculate. The taste was sweet, and not bitter, and in fact, in recollection, I'd have to say Gary's first squirts tasted like warm apple juice. His first but not his last in my mouth. [comments welcomed]