Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2004 21:03:21 -0700 (PDT) From: jim p Subject: How It Went I can mark my first sexual experience at a specific time, location, and even the Lazy-boy recliner. Up to that time, the best thing about having the little things between my legs was the ability to quickly piss and get back to the car to claim the best seat in the car. Not that it really helped, my sisters would gang up and banish me to the very back. It had been almost a year since I saw my cousin Joey. His family had moved away after living right down the street from me since I was born. We were good friends, the age difference wasn't all that big a deal. At least until they came back to visit. I was 8, he was 13. In less than a year, he grew! Taller, bigger, deeper voice, stronger. He felt like a grownup to me. After a full day of the families getting back together and playing hard, Joey and I cleaned up and got ready for bed. He was in the recliner, the one that we used to both fit comfortably, now he took all but a few inches on each side. It didn't matter to me, I crawled right up on top of him and snuggled in. The adults talked, the girls disappeared to their rooms, and we just watched TV and relaxed. Joey's hands were roaming around a little. His fingers ran along my legs and on my belly. With each pass, his fingers got a little deeper under the soft cotton pj's I was wearing. I was drifting off to sleep when he reached down and pulled the little blanket from the floor and put it over us. It didn't take him all that long to get bold again to start exploring under my pj's. I had my eyes closed and Joey kept checking my face to see if I was asleep. Joey's hand was all the way inside my pj bottoms but only teased my little peter. I could feel the heat from his hand and the shifting clothing on the tip of my peter. Then a fingertip touched it, then two. When his thumb slid in and he grabbed my peter, my eyes went wide open. I checked to make sure the parents hadn't noticed anything. Joey breathing was producing a purring sound, I remembered to breathe. For the next 15 minutes, or half hour, or hour, Joey played with the little stuff I had between my legs. I frightened him off one time when I shifted. He thought I was waking up, I was really just spreading my legs wide so he could reach my balls completely. I hadn't played with them that much myself. I did have to shift a few more times. I was sitting on something hard and uncomfortable. I didn't realize what it was until a couple of days later. I hadn't seen Joey naked since last year. In my mind, his peter and balls were still about the same, little things like mine. Even though I had a little boner right then, it didn't occur to me that what I was sitting on was Joey's newly acquired full strength boner. That night ended with Joey carrying me up to my bed. I was ready to keep going, especially in the privacy of my room. My peter was buzzing as he laid me on the bed but I was disappointed as he succumbed to the calls from the girls in the next room. I was all but asleep by the time he came back. After that night, I would take any opportunity to sit on his lap, to lay beside him, or just be near him. And he was getting more adventurous with his hands. I did encourage him, taking his hand and placing it right at the leg opening of my pj's. The night that we did go to sleep at the same time, he just about wore the skin off my balls with all the playing. It was the third night he was there when I got to see just how much he had changed. I went to the shower as he was getting out. I had just pulled my pants down as he stepped out of the shower. I was face to face with the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen. His dick was at least six inches long and flopping around. It looked as big around as my arm. Several little clumps of curly pubic hair had grown in above his dick and the folds along the side. His balls were dark. I imagined that he spent some time in the sun to tan them up and never really knew how he got them that dark. His dick barely looked familiar from the little thing that I remembered the last time. I stood there and just stared. Joey enjoyed my fascination. He twisted his hips and his dick slapped the top of his legs. He spread his legs and let his dick swing back and forth. He was getting hard quick. His balls were still hanging but now his boner was rock hard and pointing straight out from his body. To me it looked at least a foot long. It was still so big around! It had a layer of soft skin wrapped around it and it made the head of his dick look even harder. Joey asked me if I wanted to touch it. I really wanted to but either I was so overwhelmed or scared that I could only shake my head. He did lift it up so I could see underneath, heft his balls to demonstrate their weight, and slap his dick against his belly to show how hard it was. I kept staring until Joey bumped my chin with his hand to close my mouth. I did get into the shower and inspected my little boner. I knew boys were supposed to be growing at some age but I didn't realize that it meant by that much. Joey jacked off as I was in the shower. I didn't realize what he did then. I got out of the shower with my boner and I saw his bobbing up and down, getting softer with each heartbeat. I liked it either way, swinging soft or rock hard. The rest of the visit, the next few days, Joey took advantage of every opportunity to slip a hand in my pants and do some playing. And I did make sure he had opportunities. I also rushed in any time I had an opportunity to see him naked or get a glimpse of his massive dick. I even walked in on him while he was taking a dump, I just couldn't resist trying to see it. Joey and I got to visit over the next several years. Each visit was about the same. There were fewer games or hesitation when he went for the inside of my pants. I even kept a pair of shorts with loose legs just for when Joey came to visit. I didn't do much playing around with any other boys for a while. But when I was 11, the very first hints of pubes showed up and urges were building up. The conversation with one friend ended up about dick size. I told my stories about Joey, promised my friend that he could see Joey the next time he came to visit. I probably exaggerated about the behemoth in Joey's shorts but that's how legends are born. My friend and I began looking and comparing each other's dicks but it would be years before we did any touching. Well, at least with both awake. It worked out that friend and I would have an opportunity to view some older swinging meat. We were cutting through the junior high football practice field, when one of the student equipment managers asked if we could help him carry in the equipment. We jumped on it, enjoying the honor of carrying in sweaty footballs and dirty blocking dummies. We really had not thought about the possibility of any other reward. When we tossed the equipment in the closet and stepped out, I looked up and saw a half dozen naked boys coming my way. All I could really see were 6 big flopping dicks with plenty of pubic hair approaching. I know I was obvious about staring but I just couldn't help myself. My friend elbowed me to tell me to look, he hadn't noticed that I was already staring. I could feel my heart pounding. I was ready to run outside and talk to my friend about it, discuss how big that meat was and how many we saw. Then a second wave of naked bodies went by, a third and one of the boys grabbed his dick and balls and waved them at us. We did leave, and we talked about that the rest of the day. None were as massive as Joey's, at least not in girth. We were sure that some could bend their dicks all the under their butts and even sit on them. We became unofficial equipment guys for the team. It wasn't everyday, but it became routine for us to show up at the time they needed some help hauling the equipment. We could stay in the locker room for a little while, usually a coach would run us out. We got to know several of the players and talk to them as they changed clothes. I know we had a little problem with eye contact but they didn't seem to mind. We got to see almost every 9th grader naked. It just developed into a collection, my friend and I would not be satisfied until we saw each and every one of them. Most were impressive, some I felt sorry for, their dicks were barely visible under their pubes. I did start noticing chest hair and stuff like that too. We got so good at looking that we would occasionally get to see a boner that was trying to be hidden. It was always the boy who had a towel in front of him and taking his time getting into the shower. We got to see the 8th graders too. That had a lot more variety. There were some boys without a hair on their balls. They were only a couple of grades older than us. My friend said it made him feel good that some boys in the 8th grade still didn't have hair, it just made me nervous that I might end up being one of those boys. I loved watching them walk around naked. I liked the big dicks of the 9th graders but I wouldn't turn down the 8th grade. It was also our introduction to jocks. I didn't know boys were wearing such erotic underwear. I thought I was naughty if I wore old underwear with a few holes in the seat. These boys had on pouches that held up their balls and their completely naked butts hung out the back. I was fascinated by the idea. The team would wear them like they were regular pieces of clothes, keeping them on and wandering around the locker room like they were fully clothed. I did take a few opportunities to grab a jock for home use. I had to hold them up when I put them on but it was so very exciting to try them on. I did get one that fit, left outside the locker of the 7th grade star. He had the blondest pubes I have ever seen. I would even sleep in it, even as the smell ripened. It was later that year that Joey moved back. His parents divorced and his mom hated the big city. He had been back less than a week when he wanted to show off his driving ability to me. It was even the day after the first time I ever did anything with a girl. Another friend, Mark, and I were all alone with a couple of girls from school. What started out as a game of Truth or Dare, turned into a modeling session. I probably should have taken off my socks to complete the show. All four of us were naked. I had seen naked titties and even some pussy, its hard not to when you grow up with four older sisters. But this was the first time they weren't running through the room or I wasn't getting something thrown at me. I did some studying of the female anatomy and I got to demonstrate a boner. But neither Mark or I had the ability to show them a limp dick. We did a little touching but nothing serious at all. That show and tell would repeat itself over the next several years, getting a little more serious each time. It was really the reunion with Joey that was much better. He had been back a few days and had turned 16 right before. He got a set of wheels to compensate for his parents separating. I don't think he cared all that much about the separation but was thrilled with his pickup. He wanted to show off and we went to get burgers and fries, all by ourselves. We had been seeing each other lately, as he mother kept coming back to find work and a place to stay. So our adventures with him playing with my dick were recent. And we got talking about it. We rarely talked about it, we just did it. After we ate, he drove the pickup out in the country to show how fast it would go on the open roads. He pulled off the main road and drove down a dirt road far away from any house or other road. His hand was already rubbing my crotch. I was sad that I didn't wear the loose shorts so he could actually play with my dick. When he found the right spot and parked, it didn't matter that I had on tight jeans. Joey looked at me and smiled. He gently and carefully undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. He slid the jeans and underwear down and exposed the hardest little boner I ever had. It bounced straight up and it was throbbing with my heart. Joey rubbed it, stroked it, played with my balls, and twisted my dick between his fingers. It was great feeling and although I had been worried about doing that way out in the public, I relaxed and really got into it. Joey tried to get comfortable and tried to rearrange his boner in his jeans. It just too much for him and he let go of my boner and undid his pants and exposed himself. It was such a great sight too. His pubic hair had thickened, it was a tight dark circle around his dick and wrapping around the sides. His balls were fuzzy with a lighter coating of pubes. His dick still looked massive. Dark red head and soft looking skin on the stiff shaft. With the windows up in the pickup, I could smell his balls. It was almost like that great aroma of a good steak cooking. It burned my eyes a little. I breathed in deeply. The smell reminded me of my collection of jocks. Joey had one hand on his dick and was stroking me with the other. He asked me if I wanted to touch his dick. He had asked years ago, a few times, and I always said no, so he quit asking. This time, I was ready, if he hadn't asked I would have reached over and grabbed it anyway. He took my hand and placed it on his dick. I felt a bolt of electricity go through my hand but it was nothing compared to the reaction Joey had. He arched his back hard, his legs pressed against the steering wheel. He closed his eyes tight and said about every combination of cuss words we knew. Once my shock at his reaction subsided, I realized I had a boy's dick in my hand! The skin was like velvet. It slid on his shaft so smooth and easy. Under that skin was a shaft that felt like a metal rod. I pumped my fist open and closed on the shaft. I tried to bend it from side to side and it was hard to get it to bend at all. Joey took my hand and started me stroking him. The soft skin was perfect to let it slide up and down. Joey's hand was doing the same, at least as much as he could on my little boner. We did that for a few minutes. Then he grabbed my hand and held it against his boner, telling me to stop and wait for a second. He was breathing hard, but then so was I. I did like the feeling of him stroking my dick, but I had been focusing on my hand on his dick. Then my focus went back to my dick. My hips were moving up and down and my legs were spread as much as I could. Then Joey said he was going to show me something. He leaned over, and took my boner into his mouth. I about crawled out of the pickup through the roof. Not because I didn't like the feel of it, but because I couldn't stay still. The feeling was just too amazing for me to remain calm. The pickup was rocking, I was squirming and squealing, and Joey was loving all of it. He would suck in my balls and dick. His tongue would lick my balls and go behind them. When he licked just the tip of my dick, I grabbed handfuls of his hair and held on. It was so intense that I had a nose bleed. Not the best way to conclude my first blow job but I don't know how much more I could stand before passing out. I was happy, and I laid down on the seat, holding my nose to get it to quit bleeding. Joey got out of the pickup. I wasn't sure what he was doing but I was trying to calm down. I felt the pickup moving a little bit, like rocking. It got faster and faster until I heard Joey grunting. Of course he was jacking off, but I had yet to discover that. I heard the term but I had a whole different idea of what it was. I think it is a little strange that Joey would suck my dick but wouldn't jack off in front of me. In less than 24 hours, I had messed around with naked girls for the first time, gotten hard with my friend Mark and got to see his boner, touched another boy's boner and stroked him, and got my first blow job. It would be a long time before I was that busy or lucky again. With Joey back in town and my body developing, my curiosity and adventures grew. It was a few months later that I did get to see Joey shoot cum. It was right before that when I found out about cum, watching a friend's father's porno. I was jacking Joey and he was stroking me, when all of a sudden I felt his balls disappear and his dick start convulsing. I start stroking and just held on and my hand was covered with hot cum. Joey just about collapsed. I was thrilled with discovering such power I had over Joey and from then on, Joey would jack off in front of me or let me jack him off all the way. And it also helped me set a goal. I was so ready to cum myself. Joey and I talked. Mark and I talked about the best way to mature enough to cum. I had the whispiest pubes I had ever seen on any boy. And I had seen many. Some of my fears of not having hair around my dick came true, I was in the 8th grade before puberty really kicked in. Fortunately, I wasn't the least developed boy. My adventures with Joey, and Mark, and a couple of other boys didn't happen together very much at all. Mark knew some things I did with Joey and Joey loved to hear things about my fun with other boys. Joey was a senior when he and I got together with Mark for the first time. It was another first for me too. Mark and I let Joey take us fishing at a little lake not all that far from home. We did fish some but the talk on the way up diverted our efforts to our bodies. We started in not much more than shorts and shoes, so it didn't take that much to get down to nothing at all. It was a confusing time of instruction. We mixed how to make love to a girl with how to cum, to how to give and get a blow job. Joey enjoyed directing Mark and I in different positions and different little acts. After having my balls pulled on, my dick stroked, my butt petted, I felt a burning building. With me sitting on Joey's naked lap, his boner slid along my crack, and Mark stroking me hard and fast, I felt my first cum. I think I had been close before and always stopped, thinking that I had a dry orgasm. But those were nothing compared to explosion I felt when I cumed for the first time. With side by side by side jacking off and some more playing around, I cumed 3 more times before we gave up on the fishing. I was hooked on it then. The first thing I did the next morning was jack off. A couple of days later, I was so horny and couldn't wait to get all the way home that I jacked up in the back seat of my mom's car as she drove us around. With 3 of my sisters in the seats in front of me, I cumed all in my pants and it felt so good. It was 4th of July and we were at Joey's eventual step-father's, or Joey's mother's new husband. It had been an amazingly hot week and the 4th was a real burner. We spent most of the day in the pool. The adults were all in the house and the sisters were not around but Joey and stayed in the pool and watched the various fireworks shows nearby. We had the lights off in the backyard and in the pool so we could see the fireworks better. Joey had worked my shorts off completely. My hand found it way into his shorts. I had a good crop of pubes by that time and Joey was playing with them as much as he was playing with my dick and balls. We tried to maintain a relatively normal conversation, talking about the local kids popping blackcats and twisters and such and the big fireworks in the park just a couple of blocks away. Joey's hand moved under and behind my balls. It was when his fingers started to stray over my butt hole that I was sucking in air. I turned around to face him. My boner pressing against his belly. And his hand playing with my butt and fingers exploring my hole. We moved to a little nook in the pool, out the way of any sight from inside the house. We got quiet and still, and very slowly and carefully Joey slid his finger inside me. I wasn't sure I could take it at all. I started to relax. It got much better feeling. I opened up a little, pressing against his finger. He went in deeper, then I felt like I was cuming. And cuming and cuming. He hit the exact right spot and it took over my entire body. If I wasn't wrapped around him and he holding me up, I would have collapsed. The sounds I was making reminded me of the squealing of my first blow job although I did discover a new sound of whimpering with pleasure. The water was getting splashed around as Joey moved his finger faster and faster inside of me. I told him I was ready to cum several times and he kept going. I was biting his shoulder when I finally did cum. I didn't think I bit him that hard but it did leave a hicky. I walked funny for a day or so. Joey went off to college and I didn't seem him much after that. It was always a great time when we would get together. Mark and I kept doing a few things. We fucked a girl for the first time, the same girl, the same night. Until I got to college, my sexual adventures continued to be a mixed bag. I taught a couple of little boys how to cum, including Joey's step brothers (my step cousins?) when they would stay at their father's house. I'm moving back in a month. I can't stand the big city either. I'll end up in a bigger house, with less responsibility and just slightly less money. Joey and his family will be less than 3 blocks away. I look forward to getting back home. I wonder if Joey has any concern about his boys, 8 and 10 and getting hornier everyday. They know much more than I ever did, even with Joey's help.