Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2006 08:47:52 -0800 (PST)
From: phxnewbie1@yahoo.com
Subject: Progression

My first time having sex with another man was sort of a progression.  It
started when I was about 11 years old.  I hit puberty fairly early and had
begun sprouting some fine hairs around my little boy dick.  It seemed like
I was hard all the time then.  One day I was out in our family camper alone
thinking about the hot 8th grader I had a crush on.  His name was Jeff and
he was tall with dark hair and eyes, a dark complexion and a happy trail
that I had noticed when he raised up his t-shirt.  I thought about him all
the time.

So this one day I was in our camper alone with my thoughts of Jeff and of
course I was hard, so I started playing with it.  I remember it being the
most incredible feeling in the world.  I was lying on my back and bucking
my hips wildly in the air until I oozed my first runny boy load of cum boy
cum out onto my stomach.  That was my first jack off session.  Jeff never
even knew who I was but to this day I still think about him sometimes.

I knew I was gay before I ever hit puberty.  I didn't know exactly what it
meant, but I knew that when I stole my brothers porno mags, it was the guys
I was looking for.  My best friend who was a couple years older than I was
would come over and we would look at dirty magazines together.  I was about
12 and he was 14.  One day he told me about he and one of his friends
getting naked and walking around in the woods together.  I got really
excited and wondered what his naked body looked like.  We talked for a bit
and went to bed but nothing happened.  From then on, we spent just about
every weekend hanging out looking at porno magazines together until finally
one night we decided to play strip poker.  I finally got the chance to see
him naked.

Being two years older than me, he had a lot more hair and was considerably
bigger than me.  He was thick but not very long.  After a few games of
strip poker he decided we should play truth or dare.  At first, I would
only take truths but he was always taking dare.  I would dare him to dare
him to go outside naked and that was about the end of it until I finally
got bold enough to take a dare.  He dared me to touch his dick.  I did and
was scared as hell and more excited than I had ever been at the same time.
Then he reached over and touched me.  Of course you can imagine that the
next dare was for me to suck his dick.  I hovered reluctantly over his dick
and took it in my mouth tasting cock for the first time.  We spent the rest
of that night taking turns sucking each other and 69ing trying all the
different things we saw in the magazines.  This went on for a couple of
years...every weekend the same thing.  Making out, touching and sucking
each other until we would both shoot our loads and go to sleep.

I guess I was about 13 or maybe 14 when I finally decided I wanted him
inside me.  We had been doing our usual routines and I was laying on top of
him kissing him and feeling his hard dick when I decided it was time.  I
sat up and without saying a word, guided his dick up inside my butt hole.
Neither of us said a word for a long time.  We just sat there, him enjoying
being inside me, me enjoying the satisfaction of knowing that I just got my
"cherry" popped.

I finally worked up the nerve to speak.  "You know you're inside of me."

"Yes" came the response and that was it.

We spent the next two years fucking.  He loved fucking me doggie and I was
always happy to get it.  Then he went off to college and that was the end.
I know he's married some place and has kids but we never speak now.