Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2017 23:13:52 -0500 From: Leo Rysing Subject: Gymboy "Gymboy" - A True, First Time Experience (T/b, cons.) Shared by Leo Rysing (LeoRysing at protonmail -dot- com Introduction: I was contacted directly by the person to whom the events of this story took place. He had read my other true first time stories published here on Nifty in the Adult/Youth section as "Tales-of-Boys-and-Men" and wanted to share his own true, first time experience, but there was a hitch to this one. He had already shared his story with another author years ago and his story had already been posted here on Nifty. That author later removed all his stories due to concerns in his personal life so it was no longer available. The person to whom these events occurred wanted me to put his story back online. I have been in direct contact with the original author who not only agreed to the repost of this story, but has also requested that I repost his other stories, provided I do not include his name and that I not take credit for writing these myself. This is the first of those stories I have the privilege to repost and share, but there will be more in the weeks ahead. I am told that this is a 100% true tale and I am in direct contact with the person to whom it happened. Everything that follows below the dotted line is part of the originally posted tale and aside from removing the author's name, I have made few, if any, alterations. If you like true, first time experience stories, I think you'll enjoy this, but also please check out my stories under Adult-Youth in the directory "Tales-of-Boys-and-Men" where you will find a collection of similar, stand-alone stories, about first time experiences between consenting, curious boys and kind, adult men. I also would also like to give a special thanks to a wonderful reader and online friend, "G.S.," who has made himself available to proof read all the things I've been posting. Thanks so much! -Leo ********** SUPPORT NIFTY!!!! - Don't forget to help support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ ********** ------------------------------------ This is a true story. It happened when I was 13-years-old and I have no regrets about anything we did. In fact, I still think of it fondly and often. Mom had signed me up to take gymnastics classes at the local community center. Mostly we just did simple things like tumbling and parallel bars, general exercises and stuff like that, but I enjoyed it a lot and almost always had a good time. It was during my second year of doing this that I became very good friends with the class assistant, a 19-year-old boy named Tim. Aside from gymnastics Tim and I shared an interest in cars. Tim had this great Porsche that he drove and sometimes he'd let me ride in it, but most of the time he just helped out the Coach by watching after us, supervising our exercises, spotting us, keeping progress notes or whatever the Coach might need him to do. I liked Tim. He was good looking, strong and in great physical shape. I looked up to him a lot and was very attracted to him, though not in a sexual way. It was more that kind of innocent "hero worship" young boys sometimes have for older boys they admire and want to emulate. It was the end of my second year of gymnastics, and Tim was going to be heading off to college. We were all invited to a going away party at the community room of Tim's apartment complex. It was a fun gathering of boys and sugar and we all had a great time. During the party my mom called and left a message for me on the answering machine at Tim's place. She was at a meeting in the next city and wondered if I could stay until around 9 PM as that was the soonest she could get back. It was around 3PM when we got the message. Tim suggested I just stay the night. I thought that would be great as we could stay up, watch movies, eat cake and drink coke all night long. We paged my mom (pre-cell phone days) and she called us back. She was a little hesitant at first, but finally agreed when I told her I really wanted to. By 6 PM everyone had pretty much left the party. Tim and I spent about an hour cleaning up, then went back to his apartment. Tim's parents actually owned the apartment complex, so instead of just having a bedroom like most kids his age, Tim actually had his own place, which was very cool. We hung around his apartment for a while watching TV, then Tim suggested we go for a swim at the clubhouse pool. Of course, I hadn't brought a suit with me, but he gave me one of his old ones, the smallest he had. I went into the bathroom and changed while Tim changed in his room. The suit was way big on me, but I tied the strings really tight and it stayed up okay. Once we were ready we grabbed a couple towels and ran down to the pool together. It was great! I had so much fun. We chased each other and swam laps and dove. It was a kid's dream. We must've played for about two hours before finally calling it quits, then we dried off and went back to his place. "I'm gonna grab a shower," Tim said as soon as we were inside and he went into the bathroom, leaving me to wait my turn. Tim was in the shower for a long time and I started getting cold in the living room, having nothing on but a swim suit. Finally, I knocked on the bathroom door and asked if he was almost done, 'cause I was getting really cold. He didn't answer. I opened the door a bit and looked in. "Tim?" I called. The room was rather steamy. "Come on in," he answered, so I did. It was a typical small apartment bathroom. As I came inside I looked over at the shower and was surprised by how well I could see Tim's naked body through the sliding glass door. Despite the rippled glass I felt like I could see everything clearly, including his dick, which was visibly standing out. I had never seen Tim totally naked before. I'd seen him stripped down as far as his underwear, when we would change at the gym, but I'd never seen my idol fully exposed and totally nude in front of me like this. I mean, I could see everything he had, especially his penis, which was long and thin and kind of stuck out from his body. I'm pretty sure he was already semi-hard when I walked in. Seeing him through the glass caused me to suddenly get a very strange, tingling feeling in my groin area that I'd never felt before. Back then I didn't understand what that odd, tingling feeling was all about, but now I know. I was feeling sexual excitement for one of the first times in my life. Despite that feeling, and even though I was seeing my hero naked, all I could think about right then was how cold I was and how good it felt to finally be inside the warm, steamy bathroom. It felt so nice, I quickly overcame any hesitancy I had about walking in on him. I moved to the toilet, put the lid down and had a seat to wait for him. "I was gettin' really cold," I told him. "You almost done?" "You know, if you don't wanna wait, there's plenty of room in here," he said. "Wanna just come in and join me?" I had to think about that for a moment. I don't think I'd ever been in a shower alone with someone before but I remember thinking that this was probably okay. After all, this was Tim, and he was a good friend and responsible guy, and besides, I still had my suit on, so it's not like my privates would be showing, just his. I figured if he was okay with that, why shouldn't I? I walked over to the bathtub and slid open the door. Tim was facing the shower head with his back to me, but when I opened the shower door behind him he turned to face me, smiling. "Come on in," he said, making room for me. And I did. I'd been so cold, now suddenly it felt soooooo nice and warm in there; the water felt really good. It was a moment before I noticed his body. Tim had exactly the kind of body I wanted to have some day. At 19-years-old Tim was in great shape; 5'10" with a swimmer's build, he had blond, straight hair he kept cut real short and the most wonderful green eyes. His chest was nearly hairless; smooth and well defined from all the exercising he did, with large, pink nipples. I'd seen his chest many times but there were some parts of him before me that I had never seen before and, like most boys in this situation, I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping down and looking lower. His penis seemed huge to me. I think Tim was partially erect even when I first stepped into the shower with him. Even though his circumcised organ still hung downward, it definitely stood out in a semi-erect way. Looking lower, his legs were very muscular and smooth, with very little hair. In fact, aside from what was over his penis and the dark patches under his arms, he was still mostly hairless. "Come on, David," he said, shaking me from my trance. He put a hand on my shoulders and guided me to the front of the shower, then picked up a green bottle of Prell shampoo, poured it into his hands and began rubbing it through my hair with his fingers. At the time, of course, Tim was much bigger than me. I was only about 5'-2" then and around 110 pounds. That put the top of my head just below his shoulder height and my light brown hair, cut short and parted on the side, was placed right at a convenient level for him to work. It felt good to have him running his fingers through my hair and I loved being the center of his attention. I was finally warm and relaxed after being so cold and uncomfortable in the living room. When he finished my hair, he motioned me under the shower head and I rinsed off, thinking how nice and warm it felt to be in there with him. Unbidden, Tim began washing my back. Of course at 13-years-old I was used to washing myself, but at the time it seemed perfectly natural to me that he would do this. After all, he always took care of me and watched out for me in gym class, sorta like a big brother would. I guess that's how it felt, like two brothers sharing a shower. I enjoyed him being so close to me and loved that he was touching me so intimately. I was fine with all this contact, right up until the moment Tim reached around and started to untie my bathing suit. "Let's get this off," he said, and I froze! Now, Tim had seen me change at the gym many times before. Sometimes I would even take off my underwear while putting on other clothes, so it wasn't like he'd never seen me fully naked before. I kept telling myself that this should be no different, but somehow, for some reason, being alone with him in the shower, with him touching me and washing me... somehow, it didn't feel the same. I didn't know what to do or how to react to this action, so I just totally froze there. I felt that tingle running through me again, stronger than before, and still not sure what it was I was feeling. As Tim began undoing the knot I'd made in the string of the suit I just stood there. He was talking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. There may have been a trace of nervousness in his voice, like he knew we were crossing into some new and dangerous territory, but I wasn't aware of it. At the time, it just seemed he was going ahead in a mature and casually way, like this was totally normal thing for us to be doing. My mind was racing with nervous, childish fears of my own impending exposure. Before I knew it, he had undone the knot in the swim trunks, then without ceremony, he slowly, gently, pulled them down. He leaned over my shoulder, looking down, as he slid my bathing suit off and my circumcised little adolescent boy dick, still soft, sprung out from my suit. "Wow, David," he smiled, looking down at my body. "You've sure changed this past year. You've really grown up a lot." He was right. Especially about my dick. A year before this my penis had been the usual size of a prepubescent little boy, which I'm guessing was around an inch or two at best and almost never hard. Now it was over 4" when hard and, believe me, it got hard a lot! Like Tim, I was cut, but in contrast to my little organ, Tim's was much bigger. For some reason, when he said what he did, about how much I'd changed, my nervousness faded a bit, replaced by a feeling of pride that he was noticing me, noticing my body, and noticing how much I'd matured in the past year. I'd gone from being a physically immature little boy to something more, and he was the first person to comment on that. He kept talking about my body, how much it had changed, and as he did he began washing my arms using soap and his bare hands. He gave my bicep a squeeze and commented, "You've got so much more muscle than you did last year. You're changing so much, in so many ways," he said, lifting my arms up to wash under them. "Here," he said, "See this?" and he lifted his own arms up to show me his body and, in particular, the hair he had under his muscular arms. "You're gonna start getting hair like this real soon, ya' know." Looking at him, his physique; arms, legs, chest, everything... all I could think about was that someday I hoped I would look just like him. He went back to washing me and began to rub his hands down my back again, washing it slowly, just like before, only this time he didn't stop when he got to my waist. Before, I'd had a swim suit on. Now, he let his hands go lower and began washing my butt. I loved the feeling of his bare hands on my soft, naked bottom, but I didn't say anything. He lovingly soaped up and rubbed each cheek, then washed the cleft between them, before letting his hands go lower still. He began washing my legs, moving his bare hands down the back of them, which just felt so good, but when he started working his hands back up again, he moved them more to the front. He began moving his hands up and down my legs, washing in long strokes, but each time he'd go a little bit higher, a little bit farther. That's when I started to get that funny feeling again, stronger than ever before, and I quickly realized, to my horror and embarrassment, I was getting a boner! Tim kneeled behind me in the shower and kept washing my legs, moving his hands higher each time until he was way up on my thighs, just inches below my growing erection. His hands softly slipped higher until I felt his fingers brushing tenderly along my inner thighs, brushing between my soft ball sack and the smooth, velvet skin of my upper legs, touching both as he probed deeply back between my legs. It was electric, his fingers touching my ball bag and my upper thighs! I felt so good but so nervous. It was a different sensation than I'd ever felt before, both wonderful and scary. The only part of the feeling I understood was that I definitely did NOT want him to stop! My mind was in such a state of overload that I didn't hear what Tim said next, but a moment later, he reached around from behind me and, with soap and bare hands, began to wash my erect penis. I swear, at that moment my dick was harder than it had ever been before in my life! I was medium size for a boy my age but totally rigid, a man size swelling of horny desire extending my adolescent member to the limit. As Tim washed me he began slowly stroking his soapy hand up and down my dick. "Wow, you really are growing up!" he commented. "Last year you didn't have any hair down here at all, now look at you. You should be proud." I just smiled and said, "Yeah," my mind and body totally entranced by what he was doing. For a while he just kept washing my penis, his soft, soapy fingers lovingly moving up and down my small, boyish shaft. He was grasping it a bit more firmly now, moving his slippery fingers up and down, up and down, a little faster than before, but still with a slow, regular rhythm that had an amazingly hypnotic effect on me. It didn't take much of this before I began to feel another new sensation. Something powerful that I had never experienced before. It began deep inside my thighs, then I started to breathe weird and felt my heart beating faster and faster. Tim must have felt the changes as my body began to quiver and stiffen, but he didn't stop (thank goodness!). In fact, he started to wash my penis a little faster than before, and as he kept moving his tender fingers up and down the length of my soapy shaft, the feeling inside me grew stronger. All of a sudden, my aching penis started to pulse in his hand. Each pulse got stronger and stronger. I didn't know what was happening but it felt better and better as he washed me. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes tightly as I pressed my head to his chest. That's when I felt something nudge against my lower back; something hard and soft at the same time. I knew what it was. Tim's hot erection was pressed firmly against my bare skin, gently moving up and down along my soapy back as he continued to stroke my young member. A rush of feelings, an explosion of sensations, all new, all wonderful! I didn't know what was happening, but I was experiencing things I'd never felt before and didn't want them to stop. My whole body began to shake in his arms as he held me against him and that's when "it" happened! "Ooooo..." I let out a moan I couldn't contain then gasped in a deep gulp of air. All of a sudden I strained forward, my heart racing. I pushed my dick tightly into Tim's well lathered fingers as he continued to stroke my dick and caress my body. I exploded! I'd never felt anything like this before in my life! My penis throbbed, my brain throbbed, my whole body throbbed! With his soft, soapy fingers he kept washing my dick; it kept pulsing and pumping what must have been like 10 times. It felt so intense, I thought I was gonna pass out and if Tim hadn't been holding me against him, I might have collapsed. Tim held me snug in his arms, lovingly pulled back against his smooth, muscular body, even as he continued to pump my dick until I was totally spent and couldn't take it anymore. When at last I started to come down, Tim gradually stopped pumping. "Look, David," he said. "You made sperm!" I opened my eyes and looked down. His hand, and my dick, seemed to be covered in something other than soap. A long string of something white and thick was dripping from the end of my stiff little four-incher. As I stared down, more oozed out, hanging there. It was the first time I'd seen anything but pee come out of my dick and I was glad Tim was there to explain what it was and assure me it was okay. "You've never cum before, have you?" he asked, seeing the expression on my face. "So, you've never seen sperm before?" he said and I shook my head. "Well, that's what this is. It's your sperm, David. It's what you make babies with," he said, taking some of my fresh, warm boy cum in the palm of his hand and rubbing it between his fingers to show me. "It means you're a man now," he explained. "I'm so proud of you!" He wasn't the only one. I felt so proud at that moment, even if I didn't fully understand it, I knew I'd passed another milestone on the road to being an adult, and I was so thrilled that Tim had taken me across it. I was very happy. Tim then turned me around to face him, picked me up and gave me a big hug. I lifted my bare legs and wrapped them around his nude body. We laughed a little, the two of us naked and intertwined there in his shower, and again I felt him; that is, I felt Tim's penis, underneath me, pressing up. It was big and hard and I knew he was all stiff like I was. As he held me I could feel him rubbing it up and down against me, brushing it between my legs and against my body. I slid lower and felt Tim's naked teen cock poking right up against my bare bottom, moving rhythmically against my soft flesh. That only lasted a few moments before he started acting just like I had a moment earlier. I felt him strain and push his dick against me with his hips as he grunted. I felt his penis throb below me and as he closed his eyes I knew he was feeling the same thing that I had just experienced. I wrapped myself around him more tightly and just held him close. I wanted him to feel good too, just like he'd done for me. A moment later I felt something warm and wet where he'd been rubbing his dick against me and I knew he'd "spermed" too. After a moment, he stopped his moving. Tim took a very deep breath, then smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead that made me feel all warm inside, then slowly he set me down. We rinsed off and Tim said my favorite two words in all the world: "Ice cream?" We got out of the shower and wrapped up in towels, then headed for the kitchen. That night we both slept naked together in Tim's bed. Even though we didn't have any more sex that night, it was still a wonderful feeling just being close and intimate with him that way. ---- Epilogue Tim and I played around a couple more times after this, getting more daring, experimenting more and going further in our boyish explorations, but we never did it in the shower again. A short time later he headed off to college and didn't come back. Both of us are happily married now. I understand he has two kids and so do I. We've never done it since and this is actually the first time I've ever even mentioned what we did to anyone, other than him. It's a great memory and I've enjoyed recalling it many times. THE END Feel free to e-mail your thoughts, comments and feelings on this story, or any true experiences of your own you may wish to share, to: LeoRysing at protonmail - dot - com. Kind words regarding this story will be shared with the original author and the person to whom these events actually occurred. ----- If you like true first time experience stories and stories of younger with older, then please check out my other stories here on Nifty, especially the short stories in the directory "Tales-of-Boys-and-Men" which is nothing but a collection of (mostly) true early experiences as shared with the author.