Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: drwho@world.std.com (Patrick Donovan) Subject: PATRICK DONOVAN: "Learning" (mm, first time, friends) Message-ID: Organization: The World Public Access UNIX, Brookline, MA Date: Sat, 25 May 1996 04:17:56 GMT Lines: 402 /---------------------------------\ | Support the Blue Ribbon /\ | | Campaign: Free the InterNet \/ | | from Government Censorship! /\ | \---------------------------------/ DISCLAIMER: UNDER 18? DO NOT READ! STOP HERE! * Intro * These stories generally depict consenting relationships between mature, loving people. These are fantasy people who don't have to worry about pregnancy or STDs (herpes, HIV, etc.), that's why they don't always use protection. Don't construe this as tacit permission to do the same. Use your heads and use protection--if not for yourself, for your partners. And now, on with the show... 8<------------ THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS by Patrick Donovan E-mail: (c) 1993 - Black Angora Press LEARNING for P. Seventh grade was a tough time. It was difficult to get used to the concept of going from one classroom to another somewhere across the building. It would have been a lot more difficult if it hadn't been for my friend, Alan. I met him on the first day of junior high. He was as tall as I was, but not overweight like me. He had short strawberry blonde hair, cut straight, and some freckles. We immediately took to one another when we each discovered the other was a member of the long-standing brotherhood of Trekkers. It wasn't long before he was coming over to visit, then spending Friday nights, then spending whole weekends with me at my mom's. We always had a blast. One time, in the summer just after seventh grade, Alan brought a couple of girlie magazines with him to mom's. Now I didn't know a whole lot about sex, other than the basics, but Alan seemed to know a lot and really taught me a thing or two! He told me about French kissing, petting and fondling, jacking off (which we both confessed to doing, much to our embarassment), finger-fucking, oral sex, the missionary, rear-entry & girl-on-top positions and, to my shock, anal sex between guys. I knew absolutely nothing about gays and lesbians as distinctly separate people. In my idealistic innocence I thought that everyone did that sort of thing at one time or another and that it was perfectly okay. When I grew up and went to college I learned that some people don't believe that it's okay, even though I still did. How better the world might be if we all shared the innocent ideas of children? "Have you ever done anything like that?" I asked him. He shrugged and said, "Yeah, sorta." When I pressed him (I was incredibly curious by now) he told me that he and his next-door neighbor Michael, a guy I had in one of my classes, had been "playing around" in the tent in Alan's back yard. "Did ya', you know, put it in him?" I asked, shyly. "We did lotsa stuff." He seemed embarassed. "There ain't nothin' wrong with it. It's perfectly natural for guys to play around with each other." I wasn't trying to say he was queer. I just wanted to know details. "What did it feel like? Did it hurt? Did he suck you? Did you touch his balls? Did you come inside him?" I kept asking. "It was different. Kinda like jacking off, but better. It's hard to describe. It feels so hot and...well..." He looked at me and, even though he opened his mouth to speak, Alan didn't have to ask if I was interested in trying it because he could see the tip of my erect penis poking out of the flap in my pajamas. I reached down hesitantly and unsnapped the little buttons along the front. I held my breath, listening for my mom. She was already in bed upstairs, so I yanked off my pj's and threw them on the floor. Alan stood up and took off his jeans, along with his underwear (kids have no patience when it comes to their first sexual experience). I looked at his fully erect penis, almost 4 1/2 inches long, with a thick, full head. His balls were also pretty big, but his scrotum was puffy and firm, unlike mine which was soft and left my balls hanging. He had a fair amount of blondish pubic hair and I had a lot of dark hair on my genitals. We lay down on the bed in my room downstairs, which was plenty big for two twelve-year-old boys to make love on. Alan started by cupping my balls with his hand. It was really weird. A warmth I had never felt rushed over me and I moaned instinctively. He massaged them for a little while and then began to stroke the underside of my virgin penis. His hand wrapped around it and grasped it firmly, then stroked up and down on it. That warmth came over me again and I thrust myself against his hand. "Uh! That feels so good," I moaned softly. Alan kept jacking me for a while and I kept feeling like I was going to come, but I needed something more. Then he stopped what he was doing and bent his head down between my legs. His long tongue began to lick my balls, then he put his whole mouth over my scrotum and I groaned. I could feel the inside of his cheeks and his hot tongue coating my bag in saliva. It was an unbelievable sensation. I was still shifting my hips up and down as he did this to me and it felt like I could come if he did just a little more... Then Alan did it...he grabbed my penis with his hand and bent it toward his face. He slid his hot mouth down over it and began to bob up and down on me. I couldn't believe the torrent of pleasure that erupted >from me just a few seconds later. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I whispered, hoarsely. The sensation was like a balloon bursting because too much pressure had been used. Alan's onslaught had triggered my ejaculation and I wasn't ready for it. He got a full spurt of my semen in his mouth, then he pulled my penis out and jacked it off hard and fast. My semen spattered all over his hand and arm, my pubic hair, my legs and my balls -- not to mention all over the shaft of my 5 inch erection. Even after the liquid stopped oozing out, I could feel my insides throbbing five or six more times before I stopped thrusting my hips up in the air. "Man, you put out a lot, Pat!" I was still exhausted, but my sexuality had been triggered. I wanted to experience everything. I turned on my side and ended up facing Alan's groin. I took his penis in my hand, feeling it firm up, and then caressed his scrotum with my other hand. I bent down and began kissing his testicles, then licked them, then took them into my mouth. The sensation of his hairy genitals against my tongue was strange, but it was so erotic. Alan moved around until he was comfortable, propped himself up on his elbows, then spread his legs wide open. He stroked his own penis while I continued to suck on his bag. His balls were large and barely fit in my mouth. Finally I let them slip out and began to lick the underside of his erection. The taste was slightly salty, but it too had an incredibly erotic feel about it. I let my drive overtake me and I pulled his entire penis into my mouth, bathing it with my hot tongue. I could taste the saltiness of the tiny droplets that were forming on the tip and wondered what it would feel like to have his semen burst into my mouth. Alan's moans indicated that it wouldn't be much longer before I found out. "Yeah, yeah. That's great!" he moaned. I started to slide my mouth up and down quickly over his penis. I held it by the base with one hand and cupped his testicles with the other. I tried to slip one finger down into his anus, but I could only touch the outer part of the sphincter. Suddenly Alan bucked his hips and let out a deep groan. I felt the head of his organ swell and there was a pulsing in the base. Suddenly my mouth received a heavy gush of his semen. It squirted into the back of my throat and I almost gagged, but I was able to swallow it. I could feel him throbbing as far back as his anus, which pulsed in time to the spurts that filled my mouth with his ejaculate. I kept forcing his liquid down into my stomach, though I really don't know what possessed me to do it. Alan kept bucking until the throbbing in his genitals ceased. He fell back, panting from exhaustion. I slowly let his deflating erection slip out from between my lips and crawled up next to him. I put my arm around him and lay my head on his chest. His heart was still pounding from the excitement and I rubbed his chest softly until it returned to normal. "Was it anything like what you did with Danny?" I asked. Alan sighed. "Yeah. But you did it better." I liked that. Alan was a neat guy, a good friend, and I liked him a lot. I enjoyed giving him pleasure like that, though I enjoyed receiving it, too. I began to wonder if he was wanting to actually do it with me. He had never said that he and Danny actually had anal sex, so I was afraid to just ask him. I decided to wait and suggested that we put our pajamas back on, just in case Mom decided to come down. After we dressed we slipped back into bed, taking comfortable positions against each other and fell asleep. The next night my mom was at work and Alan and I were in the bedroom early. Much of what we did was a repeat from the night before, exploring each other's genitals, stroking them and licking them. We were in what I later learned was called a "sideways 69" position. Alan's mouth was moving back and forth over my penis as I did the same to his. I was holding his buttocks, kneading them as he sucked me. I ran my tongue all up and down his erection, tasting the juices that leaked out of him and enjoying the thirll of his hardness in my mouth. I started to stroke him between his buttocks, which elicited moans of pleasure from his occupied mouth. I spread them apart and began to explore the valley between them with my fingers, sliding them down toward his anus. I pulled my mouth off his member and moved my head further between his legs, licking his testicles as I went, and took in a better view of his behind. I used my fingers to spread his anus open, which revealed a deep pink hole, glistening with moisture. I slowly inserted my index finger, feeling him tighten as I began to penetrate. Alan pulled his mouth of my erection and moaned for me to lick him. "Use your tongue, man," he groaned. I braved the unknown and gently slid my tongue into the open sphincter of Alan's anus. It wasn't at all bad like I expected. It was very wet and warm, with a slightly salty taste. I pushed it in further and Alan turned to watch me doing my best. He turned a little so he could grab ahold of his penis to stroke it while my tongue continued to assault his orifice. Alan beat his erection rapidly and heavily. I continued to lick him, pushing in as far as I could get my tongue to go. Suddenly he began to buck his hips, pulling his anus away from my mouth. I quickly shoved my finger inside him as he started to come. "Oh! God damn! Oh!" he cried. I watched Alan's penis as jets of semen shot out of the tip and onto the blanket. I could feel his muscles throbbing inside and his anus clenched on my finger as his prostate gland pulsed again and again. I could feel the semen as it pumped through his ureathra and out his penis. Even when he was done, his glands still pulsed with energy. Alan lay back and groaned. I slipped my finger out of him and looked down at the puddles of ejaculate that lay on the bed. "Wow," I said. "That was better than last night!" Alan caught his breath. "No doubt!" he responded. He sat up and moved over next to me. His hand reached down and started stroking my penis. "You wanna come?" "Yes," I hissed. He turned away from me and got on his hands and knees, raising his behind to me. This is what I had been hoping for! "Screw me," he said. Without a word I started to oblige him. My penis was rock-hard and my scrotum tightened. Alan's buttocks opened naturally, revealing his moist anus. I reached down and grabbed the base of my erection, guiding the tip of it in between Alan's cheeks. I rubbed it there for a few minutes, but couldn't seem to penetrate him. I needed some help. "Just a minute," I told him and went into the bathroom. It took me a while to find the jar of Vaseline, but when I got back Alan was still waiting for me. I knelt on the bed again and moved up behind him. He raised his rump toward me and I daubbed a little of the lubricant in his pink opening. I also smeared some on the tip of my phallus and along the sides, then closed the jar and placed it on the nightstand. I used my index finger to spread the gel around Alan's anus, as well as into it. He was very ready by the time I tried again. "Do it slow. You're kinda big," he told me. Had I been older, I would have been flattered. I guided the head of my penis against the tight ring of his anus and I saw it slip into him with relative ease. A gasp escaped from Alan's lips as I pushed it further up into his body. He tried his best to relax his rectal muscles, but I was obviously much bigger than Danny had been. After a few mintues, though, his anus began to relax and he started to moan. I began to pump slowly back and forth into him. The feeling was incredible. Sliding around inside of his body, feeling the warmth and moisture of his rectum enveloping me was an unbelievable experience for my virgin organ. What we had done the night before paled in comparrison to actual intercourse. I spread my knees apart, which gave me more leverage to thrust into my lover with. I watched as my erection would slip part of the way out of him and the dive back in as I came forward. My thrusts were beginning to make Alan's buttocks quiver and my balls were slapping against his. "Uhhhh!" he cried and raised his behind hard against me. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the pleasure down much longer and I felt the surge starting to build inside my body. I pounded into Alan with everything I had for the last few seconds, then I burst! "Oh! Alan. Oh God! I'm coming!" I was thrusting wildly as it happened. I felt the trobbing throughout my body, especially near my groin. It was like a tidal wave when I came, my whole body bursting in ecstacy. I grabbed Alan's hips at the height of it all, pulling him back against me and forcing myself further into his lower intestine. My semen exploded into Alan's depths, spraying out into his rectum. It seemed to last all night. "Oh Alan. Oh, oh, oh," I moaned as I felt the last pulses of my orgasm trailing off. I wanted to keep it in him longer, but my penis was completely limp and it slipped out of his behind. I fell on my back, half-dizzy with exhaustion. Alan lay his head against my chest and began to lick my nipples. I shuddered at this. I had never felt electricity like that racing through my body. All these feelings were new. He climbed all the way on top of me and I felt his organ growing erect against my body. I spread my legs, allowing him to slip between them and his firm penis rubbed against my genitals. Alan began to kiss my chest and then worked his way up my throat. His mouth was on my neck, then he quickly slid it up onto my cheek and over to my lips. His hot mouth pressed down on mine. I couldn't resist the urge to grab his behind and pull him down against me, hard. He pumped slowly against my thighs as if I were a girl. At that moment I wished I was a girl with a soaking wet vagina to offer him, but I wasn't. My rectum would have to do. "Alan," I moaned through our hot kiss. "Please...I want you inside me." He pulled away from me quickly, reaching out for the jar of lubricant. I moved rapidly to my hands and knees and raised my behind to him. I heard the pop of the jar lid and then the sticky sound of the gel on his fingers. Suddenly I felt a twinge of cold as he touched my behind. He used his dry fingers to spread my buttocks open, then I felt his tongue begin to explore my split. Seconds later it was running circles around my anus and I was in heaven. My penis began to grow firm once again and Alan gently tugged at it as it stiffened. Then he stopped. His tongue was gone. "Alan...don't stop," I cried. It was only a moment before I felt his finger begin to apply the Vaseline to my anus. With ease and care, Alan slid a finger inside me. He moved it back and forth inside me body. My orifice offered no resistance, so Alan added a second finger, which spread me wide open, and they disappeared into my rectum. Alan pumped his hand into my body, spreading the gel all throughout me. I felt his fingers touching the wet walls of my rectum and I wanted more. I let out a deep grunt and moan. Finally Alan withdrew his hand from my behind. Then I could hear him slicking up his erection. His breathing was deep and heavy as he prepared to enter me. I prepared for him too. The first thing I felt was the warmth of his head. It seemed to greet my waiting anus with tenderness. After a moment of probing, Alan began to push his erection further forward. I'd never felt anything like it before. His entire shaft entered me, making me feel as though I were being split open. I took deep breaths and relaxed my anus and rectum. He was completely in me and pumping. It wasn't like a feeling of violation, but of oneness. Alan was deep inside me, thrusting with all his energy. I felt his testicles brushing against mine as he ground into me. "Oh man! God this feels so good!" he moaned. I couldn't say anything, I just concentrated on his thrusts. As things became easier, I tried to tighten my muscles, as if I were having a bowel movement, and my rectum clasped his penis. From his moans, I gathered that he liked it. It also made me more aware of just how much of me he was filling, how deep he was inside me. "Oh Alan! God...more!" I was forced to cry. My lover's pelvis pumped faster. His fast breathing and intense moaning told me he was on the brink. His organ was like a piston inside my body. Driving, pumping, surging. "Uhhhhh! Oh God! Yes!" he cried out. Alan's body flailed about wildly as he reached his peak. I imagined his erection splitting open at the tip and his semen bursting forth. Suddenly I realized that I could feel him coming. An intense warmth seemed to fill my body, down in my rectum. Alan's seed splattered on the walls of my insides, over and over again, until he was drained. I collapsed forward on the bed and Alan lay on top of me. He pumped against me a few more times, then slid off to one side. He seemed dead, but satisfied. As was I. Alan and I continued our friendship on into high school, but the sex stopped during the summer after 9th grade. Both of us had begun to develop an interest in girls and we were beginning to feel a little awkward being around each other. Eventually Alan moved away, I don't even know where to. It was a sad loss, because he and I had shared so much. Little did I know the impact our relationship would have on my later life... END --- Patrick Donovan Amateur Romantic/Erotic Fiction Black Angora Press Request a copy of my e-mail order form! ABOUT DISTRIBUTION: Please feel free to archive and/or redistribute this story electronically, AS LONG AS THE HEADER REMAINS INTACT (this includes the original title, my name and e-mail address, AND the copyright information). If I see this story reposted or archived WITHOUT the header, I will be one ticked little puppy. 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