Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2016 18:14:16 -0500 From: Leather Dude Subject: Losing My Cherry to My Jock Buddy - Part 1 Thanks to everyone that gave me feedback on my first story for Nifty - Wrestling Team Try Outs - I really appreciate hearing what you guys like. So keep it coming! For my second submission, I thought I'd explore my first experience and start a series based on the true stories of my sexual exploration over several years with the boy I lost my virginity to. This is a true story. I changed the names to keep out of trouble. All the usual disclaimers apply - and don't forget to support the Nifty Archives! ________________________________ Losing My Cherry to My Jock Buddy - Part 1 One of my best buddies when I was young was this kid named Carl. He and I were the same age. Our mom's were close friends and decided we were destined to be life-long friends, despite the fact that we lived in neighboring towns about 20 miles apart. We were pretty different, too, both physically and in personality. He was a natural born jock and troublemaker with a muscular, stocky build, big for his age with a mop of messy blond hair. I was the proverbial Catholic alter boy and did everything I was supposed to whether anyone was watching or not. I was average in height for my age with fair skin and dark hair, lean and lanky up top but with muscular thighs and a conspicuous bubble butt I'd developed running. My only truly remarkable feature in middle school was that I hit puberty first among my classmates. By age 10, I had hair under my arms, a bush of pubes and hairy arms and legs and the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow. By age 11, my dick and balls grew like crazy had filled out to their full adult size almost overnight. I was about 5'5" tall and 95 pounds soaking wet - but my dick had grown to be a solid, meaty 6" long and almost 5 1/2" around in girth. I mean, it really did look ridiculous on my awkward teenage frame, even when it was soft it stuck out from my body and my balls were way to big for me. Plus, the fucker was always - I mean always - boning up for no reason. And there was just no hiding it, especially not in my school uniform corduroys with my shirt tucked in - as was mandatory. We had to stand up next to our desks when called upon in class and one of the nuns actually asked me what I had in my pocket one time. It was mortally embarrassing at the time, but I think it's hilarious now. My dad was a college football player so he was always signing me up for different sports trying to help me find one I could be good at. But having no older brothers and a dad that was always on the road working, I didn't have much experience with the usual throwing, catching, kicking that most boys of that age do. As a result, I was uncoordinated and not terribly confident and pretty miserable at every team sport I tried. And it didn't help matters that in the locker room after practice, the other boys constantly razzed me about my huge cock and balls calling me "donkey dick" or "tripod," as none of them were packing what I was yet. The coach even pulled me into his office and talked to me about wearing a jock strap now that I was "filling out," and he gave me my first one. I sprung a raging hard-on when he showed me how to put it on and nearly lost my balance getting my legs through the straps. When coach touched my waist to straighten out the twisted band for me, it was like an electric shock and I was so freaked out that I pulled my shorts on and scurried out of his office in flash. I was just beginning to realize that it was boys and their dicks that flipped my switch and not girls and their boobs. I was confused and really didn't have anyone I could talk to about it, except Carl. Carl went to public school in a nearby town to mine. I went to a super strict Catholic school, so our school experiences were totally different and we always compared notes when we'd get together - which was about one or two times a month for a sleepover. He also had a fearless attitude, which I always envied, but it often got him into trouble. He was a bit of a bully and a jock -playing on the junior high football and baseball teams. I liked to explore my repressed mischievous side when I hung out with Carl. He'd scheme up the trouble and I would talk us out of any punishments - so it worked out pretty well and we learned a lot from each other. Like the other boys, Carl became fascinated by my freakishly big cock as his was still pretty small. Neither of us had older brothers, we both had uptight religious parents, and being the 80's there was no internet to guide us, so we were pretty clueless about puberty and sex in general. Carl became obsessed with measuring his dick and charting it's growth - he even had a little notebook where he wrote down the date and the length. Of course, he wanted me to join him in this exercise and I was eager to get our dicks out at the same time. We'd gotten comfortable being naked around each other as boys and had started feeling each other's cocks and balls. Carl had heard about blow jobs from some neighbor kid, so we tried blowing on each other's dick - literally blowing air from our mouths. Clearly, we didn't know what the fuck we were doing. A kid in my neighborhood told me about jacking off and orgasms. But I wasn't really sure how it was all supposed to work. At our next sleep over, no sooner were we naked in my room than Carl reached over to palm my dick. He was in total awe of its size and really just wanted to play with it. It was literally twice the size of his in both length and girth and he liked feeling it - how hard and hot it was in his hand, the way it throbbed in time with my heart beat, and he pretended it was his own big "grow up cock" and closed his eyes while he stroked it up and down slowly. Then we switched places and I did the same to him. His smaller cock was plenty hard and excited and it definitely made him feel good when i ran my fingers over it. But we were doing each other dry and talked about how it would feel better if there was less friction. I got an idea and spit on my palm and went back to his cock with some slimy saliva as lube. Carl's eyes rolled back in his head and I knew we were on to something. He did the same for me. But it dried too quickly and we kept having to spit over and over. I quietly crept out to my mom's bathroom and grabbed the barely used vat of Vaseline from the cabinet. That was the magic stuff. Carl stroked my cock and fondled my big balls until I felt like I was about to explode with piss -so I made him abruptly stop. He was confused as to what happened, so I explained I felt like I was going to piss all over the place. But my cock was leaking gooey pre-cum like a faucet - it was different from the slick Vaseline and burbled out of the tip of and ran down my throbbing cock. It definitely wasn't pee - we both tasted it, too. Kinky curiosity, I guess. Carl said "dude, that is definitely not piss. I think you can make sperm. Let's see! I want to see your sperm!" and pushed me flat on my back, sat on my legs and jacked me off furiously until my whole body convulsed and I sent forth a geyser of cum into the air. It landed on Carl's hair and face, my chest and abs, the wall - it was everywhere. When I came down from the high of my first-ever orgasm and was able to focus my eyes - the first thing I saw was Carl scooping my cum off my abs and putting it right to his lips to taste it. That seemed perfectly natural to me - what does that stuff taste like? It was little bitter and smelled like a musty basement. But it didn't taste bad. We kept swiping some from here and there and tasting it and the next thing I know, Carl is licking a dribble of cum straight up the shaft of my still-hard cock. The sensation was amazing and my head thrashed around - I begged him to do it again. We had discovered the real meaning of jacking off and blow jobs all in one day. I flipped Carl into position on his back and first stroked him with Vaseline and got him to orgasm pretty quickly, but there was no cum for him, just a little drizzle of clear juice. Then I licked it off him and sucked his cock for a while. I liked the sensation - and I liked the control I had over my much bigger pal when his dick was in my mouth, too. Carl then sucked a second load from my cock. He ended up with a mouth full of my spunk. My second cum load even and I already had a dedicated cum dumpster to feed it to. He let it dribble out of his mouth and back onto my twitching cock and balls while I was still coming down off that crazy intense high feeling. We were both fascinated by the whole thing. He scooped up some of my cum and fed it to me like it was the most normal thing to do. It was sweeter that my first load and the consistency was like nothing we knew. I got into eating it and Carl fed me the rest. We were on our way to being totally kinky fuck buddies, but we didn't know it yet. Not long after that night, I discovered my dad's porn stash. Nothing too crazy, but a few Playboys and some other pictorial mag that actually showed people fucking and a collection of old issues of Forum magazine. I couldn't wait to show Carl and begged my mom to let him sleep over that weekend. I didn't give a fuck about the boobs on the girls in Playboy, really. I was pretty certain I was only into boys. The stories in Forum were eye-opening and I read all of them cover to cover before I got to share them with Carl. In the back, they published letters from readers about their sexual exploits and my life changed when I read one from a man who'd had sex with his male co-worker on a business trip. I wanted to try everything I read in the story. The next time Carl slept over, my folks went out to a party so we had the place to ourselves for a few hours. We got naked immediately and I spread all the porn mags out on my bed for us to look at. I showed him my favorite - which wasn't a playboy but it showed a guy with a cock that looked too big to be real fucking a Dolly Parton look-alike. Carl was really into her tits and wet pussy while I was totally focused on the man's hard, dripping cock. The spread that showed her sucking his cock was one we both liked and we both wanted to try it again. Then I showed Carl the story of the two men and told him to read it. He was immediately on the same wavelength and we put the magazines back in my dad's nightstand and padded back to my room, hard cocks bobbing in front of our naked bodies, to get started. Carl had made me come for the very first time and it was super intense. Now I was hoping Carl would be ready for his first cum and I wanted it in my mouth. Since that day a couple weeks prior, I had read a year's worth of Forum magazines and gotten a crash course in sexual possibilities that I wanted to share and explore with Carl. Plus, I'd been jacking off at least twice a day getting to better understand the feelings and becoming aware of what to expect, exploring different ways to stroke it - all the way up and down - twisting, working just the tip, both hands - and I could make it feel even more awesome than our fumbling that first time. And after the education I got reading the stories in my dad's magazines, I was curious about playing with my buttonhole and maybe even fucking. I'd ventured a finger back there and wormed it in some, it felt kinda good, but it was too awkward - I needed a buddy to do it. From what I'd read, it was well worth trying. And with Carl's cock being pretty small, it wasn't too intimidating. Back on my bed, Carl pushed my back onto the pillows and scooted up between my beefy legs and plunged down taking most of my cock into his hot, slobbering mouth. He was clumsy but enthusiastic and I was so horned up, he got a mouthful of my pre-teen jizz within a couple minutes. I let up and tackled him, straddling his torso and put my mouth on his for a surprise kiss. We hadn't done that yet, and I wanted to try it. Apparently Carl did too, as I remember him opening his mouth right away and I could taste some of my cum on his tongue. We got into the kissing immediately and rolled around on my double bed making out. Roughly, like boys. I broke free to get his hard cock into my mouth. I bobbed up and down, twisted side to side and then popped off so I could suck his still-hairless balls for a bit. That got him going and then I pushed his legs up and worked my way down towards his hole. Carl started to protest, but when my tongue swiped across his little rosebud all he could do was moan loudly. I lapped away at that little hole for a while before engulfing his cock again. Just like I read in the story, I dipped my finger in the vaseline and worked it slowly into Carl's hole while I had his cock in my mouth. Then it happened! He blew his very first load into my mouth and I Hoovered it up! He moaned and thrashed while his dick shot down my throat and his butt write around impaled on my index finger - the secret weapon. I sucked all of his jizz into my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue while I popped my finger out of his hole. We took a little breather while Carl returned to earth from his first cum. He was grinning ear to ear and I knew just what he was feeling - it was intense, and I went in for a messy kiss with his cum in my mouth. I was discovering that we were both dirty fuckers and didn't have many hangups. We made out for a while, rubbing our steel hard cocks against each other the entire time and staying sexually frenzied. I wanted Carl to put his hard cock in my ass. I didn't want to talk about it - so I just decided to do it. While he was still panting, I reached for the vaseline, smeared some on my buttonhole and his cock and then got into position to sit straight down on it. It hurt that first time, that sharp, shooting pain anyone who's been fucked in the butt can relate to, but once I sat down to the pubes and stayed still a bit, it felt pretty good when Carl started bucking up into me from below. And my own big cock stayed rock hard the entire time. I bounced up and down for a few minutes and then Carl came again - straight up my ass - while he stroked my dripping cock and rubbed it against his smooth abs. But this time, he turned me around on all fours saying he wanted to see his cum drip from my hole. I got into the requested position and he pulled my big cheeks apart and I could feel his breath on my pucker. Then he dove in and started licking like mad while I stroked my cock until I blew my load all over my headboard. Cum splattered everywhere. Carl's mouth looked like he had a milk mustache made of my cum. Right at that moment - with my head pointed toward the window, I saw the headlights of my parents car coming down the street. We scrambled to wipe all the cum away, throw some clothes on and scurry over to the TV room and tune in MTV before they hit the door. Carl and I explored sex together since that first time in 6th grade until about a year after high school. He was straight and never played around with another guy except me. But when we got together, he was game for anything. He liked having my big cock pounding his ass and I could make him cum hands-free, something we discovered during out exploration of bondage. But I enjoyed being his bottom boy too. My cock was always bigger than his, but he always had a better-developed muscle body than me. Se often joked that our cocks had been switched at birth since we would have looked much more proportionate with the other's cock. I have more stories about Carl. We were fuck buddies from age 11-19, but then he joined the service, moved away, got married and had a bunch of kids. Last I heard he lived in Florida with his third wife. I miss that dude. And if I ran into him in an airport men's room, I'd happily bend over and let him slam fuck my ass in the handicapped stall.