Date: 12 Oct 99 09:00:40 MDT
From: Steve
Subject: Matt and I

This is my first experience writing a story like this.  I know its been
written here many times before, but this actually was my first sexual
experience. Not much has been changed, except one name, and the words I can
now use to describe something that was way beyond me what it occurred.

This story contains material of a sexual nature that may be offensive to some.
If you have any doubt as to whether you should be reading this, I strongly
advise you not to.

Steve


Matt and I


We were in seventh grade. Twelve, going on thirteen years old. Neither of
us had ever done anything before, except join in the typical, vaguely
sexual horsing around that just about everyone in the class took part in.
Mostly wrestling with each other with the odd barely disguised poke and
grope of someone else.

One week the boy that Matt usually sat next to left to go on a trip just
before the end of the semester. I sat next to Matt for the first time.

During a particularly boring class later that week, Matt and I started to
play-punch each other for no particular reason. I think it started before
class that day. Now it was during class time. We were doing it under the table
as the teacher's table was only feet away from us. 

"If you hit me again", Matt whispered, "I'll punch you in the balls".
Naturally I hit him again and he gave a mock punch to my groin.
I hit him back in the same way. 

This continued for a few minutes before Matt whispered, "Not so hard" and gave
my hardening dick a firm squeeze. This was no punch, and it was at this point
that my first sexual experience began.

I was amazed and a bit scared. I'd never had someone touch me like that, and it
felt very different from when I played with myself, which was pretty much
daily. After a few seconds I squeezed him back, feeling the first hard-on I
had ever felt. He was narrower than me. It felt incredible. We looked at each
other with a knowing look....part expectation, part wonder. 

Matt continued the game. I don't think any of this would have occurred if he
didn't start it. This time he put his hand on my hard-on, and softly made up
and down movements over the top of my shorts, and then quickly removed his
hand. 

The teacher kept teaching, and the class watched the teacher whilst for the
first time ever, someone touched me sexually.

When I got the courage to touch him again, it felt different. Matt had undone
the fly on his shorts, and his dick poked though the hole, covered only by his
blue underpants. I got a bit of a shock; I could feel so much more of
him...not just a shape. I ran my hand up and down his dick and then looked
over. There was a tiny drop of pre-cum forming a dark spot where the tip of
his penis was, though I didn't know what it was then. I continued for another
few seconds and then withdrew my hand. 

His hand quickly found its way to my hard dick again, and this time he fumbled
to try to undo my zip. I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows as if in a
question, and I responded by reaching down, unzipping myself, and pulling my
covered dick though the hole.

Matts hand went straight for it and caressed me. 

"Its big" he said under his breath as he ran his hand up and down the
material.

I reached over to him and got yet another surprise. He had pulled his penis
out and I got my first touch of his flesh. It felt warm and soft, yet hard as
well. I looked down and saw his dick throbbing in time with his heart beat,
and saw that unlike me, he was circumcised. It was throbbing, red, and
surrounded by a tuft of sandy blond hair. I masturbated him for a minute or
so, not wanting to let go, but at the same time knowing that when I did he
would probably return the favour. The expectation of pleasure mixed with fear
was amazing. 

Soon I felt his fingers pulling back my underpants, revealing my dick to the
air and his touch. A second later his fingers touched me in a place where no
one had ever touched me that way. He ran his fingers up and down the length,
feeling me before he wrapped his fist around me and jerked me off properly;
the first time that anyone had done that to me.

The bell rang, snapping me back to reality. I looked up, remembering we were
in class and looked around, but nobody was paying attention to us. We packed
up our pencil cases and books, and struggled to put our dicks back inside our
shorts and do up our flies without looking too suspicious. 

I stood up and covered my still-hard dick. I turned around and put my books
in my locker which was just behind our table. When I looked around, Matt
was talking to someone who had approached him to chat. It was morning
recess. I didn't see Matt over the next 25 minutes, and somehow it was a
relatively normal recess break.

When the bell went at the end of break I went back to the classroom to get my
books. Matt's locker was next to mine and he was crouched down getting his
books. I reached around him and felt for his dick. He pushed me away to my
surprise, and it hurt my feelings.

I started to get my books and felt a hand on mine.

"Touch me again, Steve" he said and pulled my hand towards his dick. I
moved my hand away, confused. I got my books and left for the next class.

Nothing happened for the next couple of days. The next time Matt and I
continued what we started was on Friday.

After lunch I had Social Studies. The teacher was an old man with thick
glasses and bad hearing. Matt and I sat next to each other, right at the front
of the room, our desk was right in front of the teachers.

About 10 minutes into the first half of the double class, I felt a hand slowly
sliding over my leg and that warm feeling of becoming hard from someone else's
touch. I let him touch me, and quickly unzipped my fly to give him easier
access. It wasn't long before his fingertips revealed my dick and played with
it for a few seconds. His hand withdrew and I watched as he undid his fly and
freed his penis which looked just as red as it did earlier. I felt the head of
his dick which felt different from the shaft which I rubbed up and down. After
a few strokes I moved his jockeys a little and ran my hand through his pubic
hair which was very soft. I then moved my hands around and down, feeling his
balls which felt soft and were fun to touch. I ran them around my fingers,
moving back to his dick and continuing my movement there while he softly
groaned and then slowly jerked me off. 

The teacher was only about three feet from us, but was buried in a book
while the rest of the class worked.

A minute or two later, I heard a boy at the desk behind me say something. I
missed the first part but the bit I did catch something like
"...leaning...touching each other", scared the hell out of me. I quickly
withdrew my hand and whispered to Matt to stop it. I was incredibly frightened
for the next 20 minutes, but nothing more happened. No more comments from
behind, no poking in the back with a ruler, no nothing. I still didn't have
the courage to touch him for the rest of that class.

Finally the bell rang. We had a 5 minute break before the class started again.
We all congregated outside the classroom in small groups. I told those I was
with that I was going to the bathroom and walked off. After I few steps I
hears Matt say that he was going to the bathroom as well.

I got to the large toilet block and walked past the basins on my way to the
urinals. On my right were the basins, and halfway down the room the urinals
started. The whole length of the left side was toilet stalls.  I heard
footsteps behind me and Matt grabbed me from behind and took hold of my
hard-on. I headed towards the toilet stall furthest from the door, and we went
inside and shut the door behind us.  

I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed Matt against the wall and knelt down
in front of him. I unzipped his shorts and quickly pulled them down around his
ankles. I then hooked my fingers under the elastic of his underpants and
pulled them down as well. His hard dick popped out, aimed right at my face. I
took a deep breath and put his penis head to my pursed lips, then grabbed his
cute ass with both my hands and pulled him towards me. His dick rammed through
my half closed lips, making him gasp. I could fit him all inside me quite
easily.  It was then I noticed his smell. Not sweat, just the natural smell of
his skin as his sparse pubic hair tickled my nose. Almost a perfume, and
equally intoxicating.  I took a deep smell, and then began to move my head
forwards and backwards, half sucking and half squeezing my lips on his cock. I
felt his muscles tighten as a wave of pleasure washed over him. His dick
throbbed in my mouth, and there was a faint taste of what was to come. 

Moving backwards and forwards, I then pulled away and tilted my head so my
tongue would reach his balls. There wasn't much hair there. I very gently
lapped at them and sucked one in my mouth. Then the other. 

Sensing that he wasn't getting as much enjoyment out of this compared to a few
seconds ago, I pulled back again, looking at the purple head of his dick. So
different from mine yet so similar. It was gently moving up and down a tiny
bit every second. I licked the underside which made him tense and grab the
back of my head, thrusting himself all the way in to me. I pulled his ass off
the wall of the stall until he was standing up. Straightening up, I grasped
his tight ass again and pulled him towards me. After a couple of times he got
the idea, and was soon holding my head while he fucked my mouth. Faster and
faster. His dick throbbed harder and harder and his breathing grew deeper and
faster. I looked up and all I could sense was that he was partly dazed, partly
turned on more than he ever had been.

On his out-strokes I could taste the pre-cum as the head ran over my tongue.
On the in strokes I grew dizzy from the smell of his body as his light pubic
hair brushed against my chin and nose.

I moved back, taking his wet dick in my hand and masturbating him for 30
seconds or so before moving his head back to my lips, so that the end of his
dick was in my mouth while my hand grabbed the shaft and wanked him like he
had never been wanked before. Now and then he would say something. I couldn't
really hear except I once heard "Oh, Steve". 

His dick grew a little bigger in my mouth, I could see veins sticking out the
side of it when I quickly moved my mouth to his balls again before jumping
back to his head and taking more of him into me. I could see that his chin was
touching his chest, and his eyes were a bit glazed as he looked down at me.

After a few seconds he grasped the back of my head and thrust me forward as he
pumped my mouth. His breathing got faster and faster, and I could taste more
of his cum on my tongue. On one of his back strokes his dick popped out of my
mouth and then pushed against my top lip, running under my nose and along my
cheek. I repositioned myself and took him back into my desperate mouth,
holding him tighter now so he couldn't pull out as far again. I could smell
his pre-cum near my nose and started to suck and jerk him off even harder.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the five minute break. We had to get back
to class soon.

In a few seconds he started half moaning and half grunting, thrusting as hard
as he could, using his whole body to gain momentum. 
I could feel his dick throbbing much stronger and also faster, in fast little
jabs. Then he thrust several times in quick succession, bending partly at the
waist. I felt a two huge throbs from his dick as I pulled away, and then he
began to cum as I took him all the way in again. His first spurt hit my teeth
and tongue, tasting like nothing I had ever tasted before. I was pulling him
towards me again as he half-thrust, and the next spurts hit far back on my
throat, and I swallowed them hungrily. As I continued bobbing on his dick,
slower now, more cum mixed in my mouth, and the feeling of his cum and his
dick sliding together in my mouth was more than I can describe. I noticed that
he had stopped moving now, his hands clasped on the back of my head, totally
in my control. I slowed down even more before pulling away. I saw some cum
down the side of his dick, and I took him into me again, running my tongue and
lips tightly over his dick, being sure to get every last drop. I then pushed
him back so his dick slid out, sucking on him while it pulled out like I would
to an icypole.

I looked up and he had this very strange look on his face, partly amazed,
partly satisfied, and partly indescribable.
I stood up and ran my hands up the inside of his shirt, feeling his back and
then back down to his ass again. He bent over, pulling up his underpants and
his shorts, trying to put them back where they belonged but not doing it as
easily as he normally would. 

Once he almost had them buttoned, I started to pull open the door, and he
moved out of the way. I told him I would see him back in class, wanting to get
there ahead of him just to be sure no-one thought anything strange,
particularly the boy behind us who seemed to have noticed us touching each
other.

Getting a gulp of water from one of the basin taps, I left the bathroom. I got
back to class just before the teacher did. Two minutes later Matt came in, not
really making eye contact with anyone, but not hiding his eyes either. He sat
down, after a few seconds laying his hand on my right leg and gently squeezing
it, as the teacher began reading out loud from the textbook.


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