Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2023 08:02:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Borehamwood Man Subject: It started with a kiss - First Encounter It started with a kiss. Just to remind you that I could not have published without Nifty, as well as you could not have read and enjoyed the story without this unique archive. Please take a moment if you can and donate to their work. I know they will much appreciate it no matter how small the donation. https://donate.nifty.org/ It didn't actually start with a kiss but my friendship with Martin started during a heavy rainstorm when we were caught on the top playing field at our school, and we had to run like mad towards the huge oak tree in order to take cover. As we stood underneath the tree, we started to chat about stuff. I can't remember all the details, but I do remember telling Martin that I loved playing in the woods where I lived. The woods themselves were large, covering 6 square miles with the opportunity to play endless games as boys would invariably do. I also suggested that if he fancied, he could meet me after school to explore, climb trees and generally, muck around. We were both 14 and Martin was an average boy, but I was quite camp. Needless to say, I liked him. I hadn't really recognised my sexual leaning then, but I knew I liked boys and not girls. I had also omitted telling Martin that I would only wear my Y-Fronts and vest in the woods and on hot days I would be naked as I roamed through the various paths that crisscrossed the area. The woods themselves were private and owned by my family but occasionally the odd walker or two would be stalked by me, not knowing that their stalker was naked with a stonking hard-on. It was my world and I played by my rules and not having any proper friends, entertaining myself was easy and I didn't have to hide my nudity, wanking, BDSM games and other naked activities that boys might do. I was always alone and had never shared my activities with anyone else. Of course, that changed when Martin decided one weekend to walk through the woods, hoping to find me. As normal, I was out in the woods playing. It was a lovely warm day and I had entered the woods using my secret path and once beyond site of the house, I stripped down to my vest and Y-Fronts, hiding my shorts and t-shirt in a safe place. The final act of preparation was to reattach the belt that supported my sheath knife which I always carried whilst in the woods and set off for some fun. I enjoyed how I looked, in my white Y-Fronts, white vest with a black belt round my waist supporting the rather long sheath knife. I had been in the woods for a while, checking out the various paths to see if I could stalk an unsuspecting walker when I saw Martin, walking along one of the paths. My heart sort of fluttered with excitement but I was also nervous about being spotted by him, looking as I did. What would he think? Would he think my weird or some sort of pervert? I continued to watch him as he continued to walk on the path and by this time, I had another stonking hard-on as I looked closely at Martin and how attractive he was to me. I must have made a noise though because Martin stopped and looked towards where I was hiding and then he started to walk toward my location through the bushes and bracken and I crouched down even more trying to hide myself but alas, my futile attempt at concealment failed and much to Martin's surprise he found me, lying on the ground hidden but not well enough. Steve, what are you doing, he said, and at that point I had no choice but to stand up and face him and wait for some comment like, weirdo or such like, but to my surprise, Martin just asked why I was dressed like I was. It was out and no longer a secret so I explained to him that I was always like this when playing on my own and I also told him that on hot days I would even go naked. Oh, said Martin and at that point we both re-joined the path and started to walk whilst I continued to tell him more about me and how I liked to stalk unsuspecting walkers taking a short cut through the woods. Martin did at one point suggest it was a bit weird, but he appeared to be cool about it but the change in the dynamics came when Martin told me that I looked good, and he liked the way I was dressed. He also asked if he could see my sheath knife to which I pull it out of the sheath for him to inspect and being a 14-year-old, he thought it was cool I had such a knife. I felt my nervousness dissipate in Martin's company and I plucked up my courage and suggested he could strip to his underwear and share the experience. Cool said Martin and in no time, he had stripped to his black Y-Fronts and because he had no vest I could see his beautiful chest and his nipples and it was too much and my stonking hard-on returned as I found him terribly attractive. Suspecting that Martin had seen my Y-Fronts tenting under the pressure of my erection, I stepped forward and planted a gentle kiss on his lips in what was the biggest risk I had taken so far, half expecting Martin to pull away protesting at my physical contact and my advance when he wasn't gay. Yes he did step back, blushed but didn't protest and we stood looking at each other in silence coming to terms with what had just happened. It was then that he confessed he really really liked me too and yet again stated I looked good in my underwear. I was still erect but for the first time I could see that Martin had grown an erection and I stepped forward again and kissed his lips once more. This time, Martin responded with more passion than I expected but it felt so good standing there, on the path with no privacy, kissing him. I then touched him on his chest with my shaking hands moving over to his nipples which I gently squeezed and twisted to which Martin moaned in enjoyment. That was when it started. With that first kiss. We broke apart and continued to walk having hidden his shorts and t-shirt but I had also removed my white vest and added it to the hidden pile pf clothes and so we were like brothers, wearing just our Y-Fronts. I was desperate to get naked but didn't know how best to suggest it in case it would offend him. Afterall, we had only just met and perhaps he would be very shy and perhaps not that interested in being naked with me. As luck would have it, we arrived at the old bridge that crossed the stream which ran through the woods and as I leaned over the wall looking at the water, Martin stood behind me and touched my back with his hands and I just stood there enjoying the sensual feelings and excitement of the occasion. Then to my surprise, he ran his hands round the front and played with my nipples and then slid his hands down over my stomach and before I could protest, although I had no plans to protest, he slipped his hands onto the front of my Y-Fronts and for the first time in my life, I was being touched by another person. Oh my god, it felt wonderful and sensually exciting and then I felt my belt being unbuckled and my sheath knife dropped to the ground when finally, he was able to release the buckle. I couldn't wait any longer and turned around to face him whilst I put my hands inside my waistband and slipped my Y-Fronts down over my hips and bottom and allowed them to drop to the ground and I stepped out of them. Fully naked now, I kissed Martin again whilst my erect cock touched his Y-Fronts. Martin was deeply engrossed in kissing me when I slipped his Y-Fronts down allowing his erection the freedom it deserved and I desired to play with. His cock felt amazing and so hot, and I explored the whole length and breadth of it. Then I ran my fingers through his pubic hair to feel his balls and by this time, Martin's hands were replicating the same actions as I and we stood on the bridge naked and engrossed in open view of the world if anyone were to see us. We broke apart and looked at each other and I suggested that we follow the stream to find suitable privacy where we could continue our first experience of friendship. In all the excitement, we forgot our Y-Fronts and climbed down the bank into the shallow water and off we walked downstream side by side. In a short time, we came to a clearing I knew that offered suitable cover and privacy and this time we sat down and I pushed Martin to lie down as I positioned myself on my hands and knees with his body under me, kissing him and then for the first time in my life I found myself kissing and sucking his nipples. It was a lovely feeling and sensation and I decided the venture down a bit kissing his chest and stomach and before I knew it, my lips arrived at his pulsating cock and I couldn't resist and I took his cock in my mouth and started to kiss and suck it. I sucked his cock with nervous passion taking each time a little bit more until I had his whole cock in my mouth. Oh my god, it felt amazing and for the first time I tasted cum as Martin started to produce pre-cum. Martin laid there on his back, and I desired to see him cum so I stopped sucking him and whilst sitting on his legs, I took his cock in my hands and rubbed his splendid cock up and down in the same manner I would play with myself. It did take him long to cum and when he shot his first load I was stunned with the force of the ejection as it landed on his face. The second load landed halfway up his chest and the remaining loads landed nicely on his stomach. The view was fantastic, and I then kissed him again but this time I wanted to taste his cum and with little effort I licked it off his face whilst sharing it with him when we returned to kissing. I then travelled down his chest and stomach, licking it all up and enjoying the taste and experience. Having enjoyed this first experience, I sat on Martin's legs just gazing at the most beautiful view I had just explored until the silence was broken by Martin telling me it was his turn and I should lie down and let him explore. Explore he did in the same way I had by travelling down my body visiting the erogenous zones that sent me wild with sexual arousal and feeling. Eventually, Martin arrived at my own cock and like I did, explored the whole area with his tongue and lips until he enveloped my cock with his mouth and started to suck and excite me. Deeper throating, he took my cock sucking all the time and I could feel myself moving closer towards the feeling that indicated I was going to orgasm. I told Martin that I was going to cum, but he didn't stop. He continued to edge me, and my hips started to shake and my balls and cock got more rigid as I started to cum in Martin's mouth. I shot my first load and then the second and third and all the time he continued to suck until I couldn't take the excitement any longer begging him to stop but he refused to listen to my plea and took me to a different plain of sensual excitement and feeling I had never experienced. Thank God, Martin eventually stopped and he sat back on my legs looking at me and then dropped down to kiss me with such passion and delight. My hands had grabbed his bottom and as I wanted more of him, I was pulling him towards me and eventually, he laid on my chest deep throating me with his beautiful tongue. I was in heaven and it was then that I knew, I not only loved men but I loved being with Martin. We eventually broke apart and Martin rolled off me to lie next to me as I held his head in my arms. We laid there for quite a while saying nothing, just listening to the birds and wind through the trees. Sadly, it was time to go and we then realised we had left our Y-Fronts on the bridge and we had a giggle at the idea of a walker finding two pairs of Y-Fronts and a sheath knife but all was good by the time we made it back to the bridge and we both slipped on our Y-Fronts, reattached the belt supporting the knife and resumed our walk through the woods back to Martin's hidden clothes and my vest. Sadly, I had to watch him getting dressed and in what seemed to be a very short time, he kissed me goodbye and started to walk in the opposite direction. I called him as he walked, and he turned around asking what did I want to which I replied asking if we could be friends and can we see each other again. It was a silly question because, of course we were going to see each other again but just to be sure, I took my white Y-Fronts off and gave them to him saying that he would have to see me again to return my underwear. He laughed but took them anyway saying he would treasure them until the next time. I watched him walk away leaving me naked and excited whilst I gazed upon the boy I had just shared my first sexual experience. Alas, I turned and started the walk back to my secret stash of clothes but the thought of Martin soon had me erect again and I had no choice but to enjoy a wank but that afternoon I managed to wank twice to the point that my cock was slightly sore and chaffed. Clearly, too much wanking. Martin and I became best friends, lovers and playmates and we had many experiences together including sharing the loss of our virginity and the recognition that I was a sub, and he was a dom but that tale is for another day.