Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 19:20:57 +0000 From: LifeEnjoyed_69 Subject: Wild Rides I am going to be starting to submit stories to Nifty based on the stories told to me by my real world hookups. For reference, I'm a 30s bisexual, functioning nympho male to put it plainly. One of my enjoyments is hearing the true life pasts from the guys and girls I hook up with, especially first time stories. Of course names and locations will be changed and I'll add some dialogue here and there but these stories are mostly true. I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination so reading my stories may be clumsy at times, however I'm going to give it a try. I welcome emails from readers so without further, I hope you enjoy! This one is the story of my first time: It was spring in the Northeast US. It was muddy and the trees had just barely started to sprout their leaves and such but you could still see far into the woods. My friends and I were 10, it was nearing the end of our 4th grade year in school. We went to a small school in a small town in the outskirts of a big city. We only had like 60 something kids in each grade. The school was K-8 but who really cares about that? In growing up and before finding girls became our hobby, riding our dirt bikes in the woods in our town was all we ever did. We had water company property in our town which was left untouched and protected from building encroachment. This gave my friends and I a vast playground to ride our dirt bikes. We were still small though. Honda XR80s and XR100s were what we rode. Four strokes that didn't make that much noise. This way we could ride as long as we wanted and noone would ever hear us when we were back there. I had about eight friends who all had dirtbikes and man did we ride the shit out of them. Morning till night on the weekends. So much so that we would park them, two or three of us would walk into the town store and pick up a pack of hot dogs, we'd walk back to the woods, start a fire and eat the hot dogs for lunch. Then we'd get right back to riding. Now at this time, I was still very much a boy. I hadn't a hair on my body yet except for my head, my voice was just starting to crack, and I was skinny but because of my time playing Pop Warner football, I did have thick thighs and a little ass on me. I know this because I remember adults close to me jokingly commenting on my butt. I would say that it was now that I had just started to discover my body except that would be a lie. As I sit here today, I can honestly say I remember wanting to see the other boys dicks as early as kindergarten. In hindsight, I've come to the realization that something must have happened to me before I remember to have brought sex to the forefront of my attention and probably has a lot to do with why today I continue to find myself in exciting and new sexual experiences. In laymen's terms, I imagine I was abused and that's what has caused me to become a nympho today, ugh well functioning nympho. I'm proud of that. Anyway. Back to finishing describing myself. The part that everyone wants to know about, my cock was small, still like a boy's, and I would orgasm dry but I would still orgasm. My balls were still kinda tight but my god was my cock and balls soft. I used to use lotion almost every day on all of it. And my name is Chase. My friends were all the same but unfortunately, I didn't grow up with any friends who shared my passion for all things erotic. It wasn't for a lack of trying though. I used to try to dumpster dive the town recycling center in order to find porno mags and bring them back to the woods. The other boys just weren't interested. So I'd dumpster dive alone sometimes when they didn't want to come out to hang out. This is where I amassed my collection of varied porno mags. Straight, gay, bi all would appear from time to time in the town's recycling center and I'd grab them and ride back to the woods, thumb through them and even try to jerk off sometimes when I was alone to them. Then I'd hide them in the trunk of a tree for a later time. This has been the backstory for the story that happens today: the story of my first encounter. You see, I left something out. My group of friends were plenty but we weren't the only group of kids in the woods riding dirtbikes. Often times, "The Older Kids" on their two-stroke, loud-as-fuck Honda CR125/250s, Suzuki RM125/250s, and Yamaha YZ125/250s would be back in the woods basically demolishing us and forcing us off the trails as they came flying through way faster than we were able to ride. They held an interesting status in our minds. At first, they were the stupid older bully kids who were gonna ruin the woods for us because of how loud they were. But they also were, in a way, revered as the Gods-amongst-boys persona they held. They were bigger, taller, faster and rode (in our minds) like the heroes we watched race motocross on TV. They were in High School and we were still little kids. One kid in particular was 16 and would actually stop and say hi to us every once in a while. We'll call him Cody. Cody was nice, average build but tall. He was trim and muscular but still had a boyish face and medium long shaggy hair but no facial hair. As the rest of the guys would rip through whatever we were doing, Cody would often stop, shut his bike off and say "Hey guys, whats going on?" I began to think of Cody as the best of them all because of this. He wasn't a dick, he was cool calm and didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought of him that he was able to stop and just be nice to a bunch of kids way younger than him. So this brings me back to my story, sorry. I told you I'm not a writer but I promise to get to the details you're here for quickly. One day, it was a Friday that we had gotten let out of school at 12:30 for. I was excited all day in school at the prospect of going riding but none of my friends were able to. So I thought, aight then I'll just ride alone, go to the recycling center, and hang out by myself. So I rode my bicycle home, changed, jumped on my dirtbike and headed off into the woods. I get back there and its a ghost town. The high school hadn't been let out so I had the woods to myself for at least an hour before those stupid older kids came and ruined it. I rode and decided to try my luck at the recycling center. So I parked my back at the woods edge, walked to the center, looked around, saw noone else was around, and jumped into the magazine pile. BINGO. Someone had discarded four pristine gay hardcore magazines into the bin. I quickly grab them, stuff then in my backpack, and head on back to the woods. I get back to my bike and start her up and ride back to the central area where the firepit was. I park my bike again, shut it off, and just listen. Nothing. Just the sounds of the woods without any two-stroke engines. I was alone. I immediately took my pants off and began to browse the new magazines I had gotten. All of a sudden, I could hear a single two stroke engine off in the distance. "DAMMIT. Here they come." I thought. So I put my pants back on and continue to listen to see if it gets closer. The one engine doesn't and eventually it just stops. I waited for like five minutes before deciding to resume my previous efforts of jerking off. So i keep looking at the pictures, page after page, showing full grown guys sucking each other's dicks and full blown bareback sex. I was in heaven! So much so that I kinda stopped paying attention to what was going on around me as I was enthralled at the magazine, imagining what that would be like when I got older. Just then, I heard a stick break really close to me behind me. I whip around and there's Cody standing there frozen looking at me. "OH FUCK" I thought to myself. I quickly stumbled to pull my pants up and hide the magazines but he clearly saw what I was doing as he was staring right at me. I threw the magazines back in the tree trunks as he continued to walk closer to me. He got to me and he has a smirk on his face. "Whatcha doin?" He asked me. "Oh nothing, just chilling." I replied. "Uh huh" he laughed. Then he walked over to the tree trunk and pulled out the magazines. He looked at them and then turned back to me and said, "This is some pretty hardcore stuff for someone your age to be looking at." I immediately started begging him not to tell anyone. I instantly thought I was fucked and he was either gonna tell my friends or tell adults. My stomach was in my throat. He said, "Relax. I find this stuff kinda hot too. But listen, forget that right now. Can you help me? My bike is stuck in the mud and none of the other guys are around today." Not wanting to draw anymore attention to the magazines and the situation that had just panned out, I said, "Sure!" and we walked back to his dirtbike. I realize now that that was the two-stroke engine I had heard and that it had stopped because he had gotten stuck and decided to walk to the common area to see if anyone was there. So we got to his dirtbike and this mudpit is basically an overflow for the moderate sized river right next to it. He and I immediately start trying to get his dirtbike unstuck and its nasty deep mud. I'm basically up to my mid thighs in mud when we finally get the dirtbike unstuck. Once the bike was up back on the trail, I looked down at my pants and realized there was no way they would be able to go in the wash before first being at least rinsed off. My mom would have killed me. So I say this to Cody who laughs and says, "why not just wash them in the river?" "And get naked? I can't do that!" I said. "Why not? It's not like I haven't seen you naked, remember?" He said. I responded with, "nah I'm good. I'll just rinse them off at home." And he responded, "and get naked on your front lawn? How's that gonna work? Just wash most of the mud off in the river. It's literally right here." So I thought about it and he was right. I couldn't go into the house like this so I'd have to take the pants off outside my house anyway. So I did, pulled my pants off but left my boxers on and started to wash my pants in the river. Cody then said, "You know, I don't blame you for looking at those magazines. I think they're kinda hot myself." "Really? But they're gay." I said. "Yea but who cares? The guys in those magazines don't care and it looks like they're having fun." He said. I thought for a moment and realized he was right. Then he asked me the question I am still to this day grateful for. "You ever try anything like that with your friends?" "No, all my friends call that stuff "gay" and make fun of anyone who thinks it's cool." I reply "Yea me too. All the kids my age are stupid with that stuff but it doesn't make sense to me. If it's fun, why not try it?" Nothing in my life had made that much sense to me before. If it looks like fun, why not at least try it? Yea. Why not? "Yea I guess you're right." I said. Cody hesitated. Even so young, I could kinda already know what he was thinking. It was just a matter of whether or not he thought it out loud. "Would you wanna try some of that stuff sometime?" Holy shit. YES. FUCKING YES I WANT TO TRY IT. But of course, I couldn't just exactly come out and say it that way. "I guess." I reply, meanwhile I'm BEYOND excited because A) this means he no longer can tell anyone else about what he caught me doing and B) I GET TO TRY THIS STUFF. So with that, he pulled down his pants and boxers, showing me his cock, the first real man-sized cock I had ever seen. My god it was amazing. It was way bigger than mine and thicker too! His balls hung down too like they were completely separate from his dick. I instinctually moved closer to him and just stared at it. He obviously shaved it clean as it had no hair on it at all, kinda like the guys in the magazine I'd seen. "Wanna touch it?" He asked. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed it and just felt it. I didn't stroke it or anything, I just wanted to feel it in my hands. It felt so good. I remembered what I'd seen the guys do in that magazine and just dropped to my knees and ‫immediately took his cock into my mouth but I didn't know what to do with it at that point. Everything I had seen in the magazine was a still picture. It just sat there for a second when he started to instruct me. He said he had seen his older sister give a blowjob to her boyfriend and that she'd bobbed her head. So I started to bob my head back and forth with his cock just barely exiting my mouth before I'd take it back in. He guided me to go faster and soon he grabbed the back of my head and cum started spurting out. I started to choke but he yelled, "Swallow it!" so I did and just kept drinking down his cum. It tasted weird but not bad, just salty. Every drink or liquid I had ever had in my mouth before that was either sweet (sodas) or neutral (water) so it was somewhat of a surprise. I didn't mind though and I drank down all of his cum until he pulled his dick out and just kinda collapsed onto the river bank. "Wow that felt amazing. You did a really good job!" He said which caused me to feel like I was amazing. Here was an older kid telling me I did something amazing. WOW I thought. I wanna do that again! He then had what I realized is called "post-nut clarity" and immediately started making me swear that I would never tell anyone and that he'd kill me if I did. So I swore I would never and he then said, "alright. Are you around tomorrow?" Meaning Saturday. "Yea I am" I replied. "Ok, how about 10am back here tomorrow?" I immediately said "yes!" Then he explained that I should go to the bathroom in the morning and then take a shower, pressing the shower wand to my butt and then push it out and to keep doing this until it came out clear. I agreed and then he jumped on his dirtbike and rode off. I walked back to my dirtbike recalling the events that had just occured and thinking scared, yet excited at the same time. I got back to my dirtbike and rode home. That whole evening I couldn't concentrate on anything. The next morning, I woke up at 9. Immediately did what he had instructed, took a shower, then got dressed and headed out on my dirtbike. I got there right at 10am but I was alone. So I cut the engine and sat down on the bench we had made. I began to look at the magazines and felt my little dick get hard when I heard a two-stroke engine. If my dick wasn't hard before, the sound of that engine instantly caused it to become so. I waited, barely breathing so I could make out the faint sound growing louder and louder, closer and closer till finally, I could see him approaching where I was sitting. Excited can't even begin to describe the feeling I was feeling. Cody rode right up to me and said, "Hey. Whats up? Ready for more?" "Yea!" I replied, a little too eagerly. So he then asked me if I had done what he had told me to do and I told him I had. Then he told me to get completely naked and lie down on the bench. I was a little hesitant but after looking around and realizing noone was there, I did what I was told. He then guided me to lay down face down on the bench. So I did and he began to massage and play with my buttcheeks. He would rub them and spread them, then rub them some more. Then he grabbed a tub of vasoline out of his bag, took a scoop with one finger and then applied it to my butthole. It was cold and it caused me to tense up. But he said "relax." So I tried to. Then he pushed a little bit and it hurt really bad at first but he just stopped with his finger inside my butt. He didn't move it around at all, just left it there. After my butthole relaxed a little bit and I stopped squirming, he started to slowly fingerfuck my asshole. Oh WOW I thought, this feels so weird but also so goood! After a few minutes of this, he pushed another finger into my asshole and fuck did that hurt. Again I tensed up and started squirming but he stopped the motion and just held it there. Eventually, again my butt calmed down and relaxed and then he started to fingerfuck me again. Again the feeling was out of this world and I noticed everytime he would glide past a certain spot, it would feel beyond amazing. This went on for a little while longer until he then stood up and pulled his pants down, exposing his cock once again. I looked at it and to this day, I still remember how it hung, halfway engorged and looking exactly like the cocks I had seen in the magazines. He brought it closer to my face and I again instincuatlly openned my mouth to recieve it. He pushed it in and out, in and out and I could feel it getting even harder and growing in my mouth. Then he pulled out and said, "Alright, are you ready?" I kind of had an idea of what he was talking about so I said "OK." Then he walked around and straddled my legs and the bench, bringing his cock to the base of my now saturated-with-vaseline buttcheeks. He put more on his cock head and then slowly pushed it forward. I could feel my buttcheeks part as his cock burrowed its way through them, then I felt the pressure against my butthole. At first, my butthole resisted but eventually, with a not-so-painful pop, I could feel my butthole give way and begin accepting his rock hard cock. I realized in that moment that another persons was slowly gliding inside me. Inch by inch, I could feel by belly filling up as I just lay there. He pushed in further and further until I could feel the whole of his body begin to press against my ass. Then he stopped and held it there for a second. Then he began to pull out. Again, inch by inch I could feel my belly becoming empty and I can honstely say I didn't like the feeling of him leaving nearly as much as I had enjoyed the feeling of him entering me. But just as I was pondering how much I didn't like the outstroke, he began to enter me again, this time faster. He again reached peak pressure against my body and began to depart but I knew he'd return and he did, faster now than he did before. Cody, a 16yo highschool sophomore, began fucking me, a 10yo 5th grader, in the ass, in the open for anyone to see. Cody's cock filled my body, faster and faster until he achieved a rhythm. Again just like before, he would glide over a certain part inside me that would electrify me, sending a wave of pleasure to every corner of my body. I felt my own cocklette hardening at the thought of this and the feeling of being invaded. Faster and faster, in and out, in and out Cody pumped, using my little kid body for his pleasure and in so doing, dispursing pleasure throughout my body as well. He grabbed me by the hips and began to wildly pump inside my and back out, in and out for what felt like an hour. Finally, with one big giant thrust he threw all of his body against mine and held it there while gasping and moaning. I knew he was orgasming and the sense of satisfaction that gave me was unparalleled. He slowed his thrusts, each time holding his body inside of my and I could feel his cock jumping inside me. I squeezed my butthole everytime he'd pull his dick out, only for him to slam it back in and hold it. Eventually, Cody collapsed on top of me and we laid there, my body against the wooden bench and his body on top of mine with his cock still inside me. It began to soften and eventually, I could feel it fall out. He finally took a deep breath and said, "Wow that felt amazing." to which I agreed. Cody then told me what had happened. He said he came inside me and that if I wasn't careful, it would leak out of me. He then got that post-nut clarity and got up off me, leaving me feeling alone. He began to get dressed and so I got up too and got dressed. He said, we should do that again and I agreed. I had loved every moment of it. I felt like I had crossed a threshold in life. I was one step closer to being an adult. He got on his bike and then said he'd see me around and rode off. I finished getting dressed and got on my bike and rode home. That was the start of a very fun summer. Cody would use my ass to deposit his semen regularly. But those are stories for another time. I hope you enjoyed story as I sure enjoyed the experience! Again, I welcome emails so if you'd like to chat, I'll reply in kind. Thanks and happy fucking!