Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 20:33:28 +0100 From: Paul Turnbull Subject: Three Boys I Knew Part 1 - Robert The submissions to Nifty I always find the most interesting are those that deal with early boyhood experiences. Recently, parts of two such submissions - 'The rec' and 'Dirty Tommy' - have struck an a chord with me when I think of my own boyhood experiences. One never forgets them so, for me, now I am divorced, I want to go public and get them off my chest for once and all. These sort of submissions are always preceded with many disclaimers, but I don't think there is anything terribly illegal about boys going through puberty enjoying their first sexual experiences together. If you know better please let me know. By the way, if you feel any empathy for what I have written I'd love to hear from you about your (genuine) experiences at this age. I had sexual liaisons with only 3 boys and these occurred between the age of 12 and 14. After that nothing. Robert lived next door to me, Colin lived quite near and went to my school and finally Keith who was in my scout group. I shall write about my experiences with Robert in this part, and then my experiences with Colin and Keith in a second and a third instalment. My first sexual experiences were with Robert. We both lived in very large detached Edwardian houses in a much sought after suburb of a large town somewhat 'north of Watford'. These houses had large rooms, 6 bedrooms and copious gardens, but the only difference between our houses was that mine was the Vicarage. My father was the Vicar of a large Parish Church whereas Robert's father was a company director. I had an older and a younger sister and, although my parents were strict, we lived in a loving and happy home. It was probably because I had had it drummed into me all my life what was good and what was sinful that I enjoyed what Robert asked me to do so much. Robert went to a private boys' prep school where he was in his last year and he attended the local Presbyterian Church. I should say he was quite an attractive boy. I went to an all boys' grammar school and, obviously, the Parish Church. I was 12 and a half when Robert asked me to come with him into the attic spaces about the triple garage block at the bottom end of his garden. It was January, but we went to the far end of the attics where the flue pipe from the boiler house passed through. There was loads of junk up there, but at the end where the flue pipe was it really was quite warm. Robert was 2 months older than me -- he was due to be 13 in May and me in July. We knelt on the wooden floorboards next to the flue pipe and I just felt something interesting was about to happen. Eventually Robert came out with it and asked me if I would show him my underpants. He said he would show me his, so without any fuss we both lowered our trousers round our thighs and looked at each other's underpants. I was quite excited as, unlike getting dressed and undressed in the school changing rooms, doing this in private with a friend was definitely something naughty that would be on the 'sinful' list. I am sure neither of us was terribly surprised to see we both were wearing identical white Aertex underpants that many boys from affluent homes used to wear in those days. They were mesh with an elastic waistband and a front opening and were like very short boxers that only just covered our bottoms. After having a good look at me in my state of undress he then told me about a game he was now playing with other boys at his school; rubbing cocks together! We knelt even closer together and brought our cocks out of the front of our underpants. Soon we were both stiff and we were doing it, our erections measuring about 5" for him and a bit less for me. I had been having erections for a few months and I have got to say I just loved doing it with him -- it seemed the natural thing to do with another boy you liked. That is all we did but I was quite sorry when after about half an hour or so decided I had better get dressed and go home. At home I was shaking with excitement for the rest of the day about what I had just done. Yes I knew it was sinful, but I didn't feel in the least guilty. I felt it was the most perfectly natural thing for boys to do -- secretly -- together. I thought about it for days on end and was so thrilled over the following weeks and months whenever my mother called for me and said "Paul, Robert wants you to go out and play with him." And so, but not nearly as often as I would have liked, we repeated our sexual liaison with impunity in the garage attic. From what he told me Robert was sexually active with other boys at his school. He told me that once or twice a week he would persuade another boy to go into a toilet cubicle with him so that they could rub their cocks together through their underpants just as I did with him. I definitely got the impression he had a 'thing' about underpants because (a) he told me he liked looking at other boys in their underpants and (b) when I told him I had started doing sexy things with Colin he was less interested in the things we did together but more interested to have me describe Colin's white briefs in detail. One day when the warmer weather had arrived he suggested that we wear each other's underpants whilst we rubbed our cocks together. He told me that a few times at school he had sneaked into the changing rooms and tried on underpants belonging to other boys. I couldn't see much point in swapping with him as we both had identical Aertex underpants, but he pointed out to me that what was exciting was to feel the soft warm cotton that had until recently been rubbing against my cock and balls rubbing round his. After that he often asked me to swap. In June, a few weeks after his 13th birthday, Robert called for me and we went up into the attic for sex. We were both in shorts, and when Robert lowered his I saw he was wearing Jockey Y Front briefs. I must say he looked very athletic in them and I decided next time round I would ask my mother to get some for me. Robert was due to go off to boarding school in September, and the Y Fronts had been sent from the shop that supplied all the necessary school clothing. He also told me he had some thing important to tell me -- he had started to get spunk! We rubbed our cocks together for only a short time and then he started to masturbate himself vigorously in front of me. After a couple of minutes -- me spellbound and staring at what he was doing -- he suddenly started to rub the tip of his cock against the tip of mine. Within a few seconds some drops of milky liquid squirted from his slit straight onto my tip. I was excited and wanted to continue our sex session, but Robert said he was finished I think we only had sex once more in the attic and the same thing happened. He masturbated himself quickly in front of me and that was the end of the session. He had asked me to put my fingers round his cock and do it to him which I willingly did, but it was over far too quickly for my liking. Of course when, a month or two later, I was able to ejaculate myself I understood how you felt afterwards. As he pulled up his shorts he said getting spunk was the most fantastic feeling and I should try doing it myself. Although I did indeed try it over the next few weeks it wasn't until just after my own 13th birthday at the end of July that I felt the first drops of spunk on my fingers. Unfortunately by that time Robert and I had already had our last sex session. During the summer holidays one of Robert's boy cousins came to stay with him -- the whole of August. He was exactly the same age as me and I was certain that Robert and he would be having sex together. At night in bed I dreamed of having sex sessions in the attic with the two of them but not once did Robert call for me. In fact he went off to boarding school in September and we neither met nor spoke again. (The following August I moved as my father had been appointed to a new Church in a neighbouring Diocese some 80 miles away.) Well, for the time being there was still Colin in my private life. Colin had quite different sexual preferences to Robert and I shall explain what happened between us in the second instalment.