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TRUE FIRST TIME TALES

Michael's Tale

Rated: X ages 14 (*)

It was love at first sight!

It was 1988, a suburb of Chicago, the first day of ninth grade. We were fourteen, a couple of dorks.

I was way ahead of most of my friends by that first day of high school. I was taller than my friends, and I was, well, you know... more developed. Not the most developed, just further than most.

I'd been scoping guys pretty much since the first day of seventh grade. I knew why. There wasn't any LGBT clubs yet. No way to talk to anybody about it. You were alone in those days. If someone found out, you were going to regret it. You hid it.

I walked into fourth-period chemistry. I knew none of my few friends were in the class, so I started toward the back. No desks, just those four-person chemistry stations with black worktops and a sink.

There he was. Sitting alone. Straight black hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, button nose, red lips, round face. Button-front dress shirt, black slacks.

I felt my guts twist up. I'm pretty sure I came to a dead stop for a heartbeat and stated at him. I know he looked up and saw me. I saw him blush. His cheeks went patchy red. His red lips curled up in a quick, small little grin before he looked back down at his desk. He glanced up again once I'd managed to actually start walking again.

I almost went to a different workstation, but I had to be near him so I could see him every day. I just fucking had to! I walked to the empty workstation across from his. Not the same one, an aisle away. I sat down. I glanced his way. He glanced mine. Fuck, he was so cute!

Other kids came in, some in pairs. They began filling the empty stations. There weren't too many empty places left when wo girls sat down on the opposite side of the station I was sitting at. They were pretty, and obviously not in my clique. They eyed me quickly and then dismissed me. As usual. Two guys who knew each other sat at the opposite side of that cute guy's workstation. Clearly they didn't know him.

The teacher, a really old guy with a paunch, was walking around, taking names and marking them down in his attendance book. He began moving people around. When he came to our station, he took the girl's names, then mine. He moved on. The bell rang. The teacher moved some kids around so everyone had a partner, including that cute guy, whom he moved to sit next to me.

The teacher said, "Thomas, this is Michael, Michael, this is Thomas. You'll be partners," then moved on to arrange other kids.

Thomas and I ignored them. Something I think we both knew we'd be doing all year long.

By the end of the class, we knew what junior highs we'd come from, what suburb we lived in, our full names, and a lot of other things about each other.

And I was immensely glad we'd gotten partnered up. And I was already hoping we'd be more than just lab partners and friends.

Then we had sixth-period English together too! I was already sitting near the back when he walked in. He smiled so cutely when he saw me, and walked right toward me. I must have grinned like a rodeo clown.

He was so cute, and nice. I could tell he wasn't quite as shy as I was, but he wasn't very outgoing or daring or anything. He was smart and quick-witted. And he had the cutest habit of rubbing his lower lip with the knuckle of his first finger when he was thinking hard. Small feet. Like, size seven shoes. Big ears, though. His hair was just long enough to cover them. Such straight, glossy, black hair. Clean, not greasy like some of the real dorks' or geeks' hair. He was very clean and tidy. And he smelled like Old Spice. Not a single zit or blackhead. His complexion was fair and pale, but not pasty. And that cute little button-nose! And those red, full lips.

A few guys our age had that fuzz above their lips. I just barely did, not enough to see unless you were looking up real close. He didn't. Not even sideburns or arm hair or anything. I figured he didn't have any hair down there, since he seemed so hairless. But he sure had a nice package. Nothing huge or anything, but clearly more than the guys who didn't. I knew from two years of showering in gym class that guys with hair down there had bigger packages, and guys who were bald down there had small packages. Thomas had a package, so he must have something down there.

He also had a nice butt, and a nice package. He was just one inch shorter than me and slightly leaner. Not skinny, but not as solid or average as I was.

By the end of that first week, I was so close to asking him if he wanted to do something over the weekend. He beat me to it.

As our English class ended and we were walking out, he asked, "You doing anything this weekend?"

When I got home, I called Berry and told him my folks wanted me to go do something with them. He said we could go see it on Sunday instead. I agreed. I'd be broke, but oh well.

Berry was curious why I wasn't doing much with him anymore. I said I had a lot of hard classes and had to study a lot. That wasn't a lie. I chemistry and physics, not to mention Latin.

Thomas was taking Latin too. We were actually on a very parallel career course and taking very similar classes.

My friends and I didn't do sleepovers. Those were for kids. But we did stay over at each other's houses sometimes.

I asked Thomas if he wanted to stay over one Friday. He did. It was awesome. We watched a movie and listened to music and used my telescope to see Mars.

I got my first look at him in his tighty-whities. He wasn't very shy. Not like me. We were going to bed about two in the morning. He unrolled his sleeping bag, then took off his shirt. Nice smooth chest and tummy. Cute little innie bellybutton. He was thin but not skinny. Then his dropped his jeans. Oh, man! He sure had hair down there! I could just see the dark shadow of it through that thin, white material. And I could see he jiggled inside those briefs quite a bit, too. His butt sure was nice! Nice legs, too!

He laid down on the sleeping bag with his hands behind his back. All exposed and on display.

I laid down in my bed, on my front. I was sure if I laid on my back that my boner would be obvious.

I turned off the light. The only light now was the streetlight shining in my window.

As we talked, I rolled onto my side so I could see him. You know? There was just enough light that I could see him on the floor, in his white briefs.

We talked about boring stuff, interesting stuff, whatever. But I couldn't stop looking down at him on the floor, and thinking those thoughts.

We finally fell asleep. When I got up to use the john during the night, he'd covered his lower half with the sleeping bag. Darn. Still, I whacked one out in the can to thoughts of what I'd seen.

We stayed over at each other's houses a lot. Berry spent a lot of time with some other guys. I felt sort of bad about not spending much time with him anymore, but I was so into Thomas.

And, frankly, I was pretty sure he just might be gay. I mean, when we talked girls, he didn't talk like my other friends did. Plus, he didn't bring it up much. Not nearly as much as my other friends did.

And then there was the fact he always slept in his white briefs, and always got out of his clothes before we turned off the lights. Not to mention the way he was never in a hurry to hide his body. It was like he was deliberately showing off.

So, by the end of the first quarter of school, I was getting out of my clothes before bed too. With the lights on. In just my tighty-whites. And I could see him looking.

And, best of all, he seemed to be chubbing up when I did. I mean, before, I could see his stuff dangling and such, but now that I was showing my briefs, I was absolutely sure he was filling his briefs up more than before. There was always a clear hint of the head of his dick now. Pink and triangular and dangling down fuller and farther than before.

I was too, to be honest. I mean, how could I not? A couple of times I had to get under the blanket pretty quick before I boned up fully.

Then came that night he mentioned it. Just right out in the open. I'd dropped my jeans, was chubbing up, and got under my blankets real quick. Like was usual now.

"Yeah. Guys get erect sometimes. And sometimes even when it's just another guy around."

"It's okay if you do," he said after I was quiet for a few seconds, unable to say anything myself. "Guys just do it. A lot."

I was thinking, Holy shit! Is he coming on to me? What do I do if he is? Should I say something to keep the topic alive? I have to! But what?

"You mean, like, do it at the same time" I had to ask the next thing. Just had to. But it was so hard to do it! "Or... to each other?" I finally asked.

In the faint light coming in my window I saw him get up, then come toward me. He climbed into my bed!

OH, please! To each other! Or just side-by-side! Either way! But which? And how do I find out which? Ask?

His warm, soft fingers slid though my bush, beneath my pounding erection. Then up and around it!

I don't think I took a single breath for those long seconds since he'd climbed into my bed.

After a few strokes, I got wet. He did that soft laugh, then rubbed that wetness all around my head.

I reached over, found his soft, smooth skin, slid my hand downward, under the elastic band, and into the warmth. I felt his pubes. Less than I had, for sure. Then the soft firmness of his dick on the back of my fingers. I wrapped my fingers around it.

It was smaller than mine by quite a bit. It might have been four inches or so. Skinny, too. So hard it felt like a steel bar wrapped in rubber.

My entire body was shaking so hard! The feeling of his hand stroking my throbbing dick felt so good!

I went to rub his head in return. It felt odd. Then I realized he wasn't circumcised! He had foreskin! It was incredibly soft and velvety!

We stroked each other for less than a minute before I knew I was getting close really fast. I leaked a huge amount! He rubbed it around my sensitive real good, then let go of my dick and grabbed my nuts.

I did the same. Holy shit! His were way bigger than mine! They were huge! So big and hefty! His sack was so velvety and generous! I could move his balls around so far. I could even pull them down so far! To what felt like to his knees.

He used his other hand to pull my underwear down past my balls. I did the same to his briefs. He tugged my sack down as far as it would go. That felt nice!

When he grabbed my dick again, I grabbed his, and then we went to town! I mean, we beat each other off like red-headed step-children! I could hear the familiar wet sounds, but doubled. And our hard, fast breaths.

That was when I felt his hot breath against the side of my neck. His face was tucked up against the side of mine. When I turned my head to face him, his hot breath washed over my face. I could just make out his eyes glistening in the faint light. Closer. Closer.

With a sudden grunt into his mouth, I began ejaculating onto my stomach. I could hear it going 'splat' on my skin.

I barely grunted again, into his mouth as we kissed, as his hand caused the most awesome orgasm of my life so far!

Then I felt it recoil like a howitzer! Then again. And again! It was almost impossible how much his dick moved in my fist!

He grunted, "Mmmm!" several times as he came, soaking my hand with his warm, slippery semen.

We rolled to face each other and threw our free arms over each other, still kissing, still gently toying with each other's softening, slick dicks. Snickering a lot between the kisses.

We kissed even harder then, deeper, longer, pulling each other even tighter into our arms, our hands crushed between us with our slippery, semi-hard cocks in them.

When I woke up, face-to-face with him, arm-in-arm, I smiled the widest smile of my life! I kissed him awake. We repeated, face-to-face, legs intertwined, kissing, gasping, shaking, until we made a mess between us.

It was quick. My parents were home and probably awake. When my folks went shopping, we took a shower. A long one. Anal was awesome under that hot water! Before they got home, I found out that oral was quick the first time. I also found out I wasn't his first. He'd gone to physics camp the summer before high school, met a guy named Tony there, and, well, you can imagine.

His friend Jason was the first to figure us out. It got around school quickly. It was horrible. There was no GSA or LGA or anything of the sort yet. We lost most of our friends, but we made a couple of new ones. Let's just say messing around with the others - and the threesomes and foursomes - were awesome, but Thomas and I were more into each other than the others. We tried to go to the same college, but got great offers to different ones. We sort of tried to stay together, but other opportunities arose, so to speak. We're still very good friends to this day.