Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2008 23:53:27 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "True Beginnings - 3

Okay...  so beat me about the head shoulders until I submit... oh...
yeah...  that does sound nice !!!!  but I'm talking about the longgggggg
delay in getting this episode out.

A lot of you know me (at least as an author on Nifty) and know that I sort
of "run in spurts" ...  So ... here is another spurt.

For those of you new to this site...  I have to tell you that what you may
read is male-on-male oriented and if you are either underaged or in a
geopolitical environment which prohibits such things...  please move your
cursor up to the right and click on the "X".

For the rest of you ...  read on... and I hope... enjoy.


TRUE BEGINNINGS -- PART 3 -- At the Pool

As I said in the last episode, John Edward and I played together for a
couple years -- but he never tried to breach my little pink pucker.

That stayed the same for even another year.

By that time I had started playing golf at the country club to which we
belonged, and, although I was never a Tiger Woods, I was a pretty good
not-quite-teen player.  In fact, I no longer played with the "other kids"
... I was good enough to play with the week-day ladies.

My father even asked the pro to give me some lessons; but he refused.  He
told my dad that it would be a waste of his time and my father's dollars,
because I wouldn't listen.  I'd do what he said for 10 minutes and then go
back to my own way.  (oh... so true!!!)

..and there I was.

Anyway, I was more interested in the swimming pool and the guys in there
(then) very short-legged trunks.  But since I played golf, I shared a
locker with my father in the basement of the main clubhouse.  I always
liked that arrangements because the showers (a large open gang arrangement
rather than separate cubicles) gave me some eye-candy of generally full
grown men and their delectable bits.

Okay ..  so I was a `reverse perv' back then !!!!

However, one day I was in there changing clothes when I looked down toward
the other end of the room and saw a guy about 2 years older than I changing
his as well.  Now at the age of 12, two years more makes a remarkable
difference.  He was 14!!! And he now had the beginnings of an adult -- both
in body and in bits and pieces!!

I couldn't take my eyes off that (to me then) huge boy cock.

He saw me looking and it started to throb and swell and lift up.

I kept looking.

He smiled at me.

"You like that?" he asked.

"mmmmm...nnnnnn...  what?" I asked, trying to pretend I hadn't been fixated
on what was plumping and now standing between his thighs.

"C'mere," he all but commanded.

I couldn't resist it ... I had to get over there -- not just because he
told me to, but I wanted to see that beautiful cock up close.

I don't really remember now just how big or whatever ...  But to my eyes
then, it was big and wonderful... And there was a pair of nice balls under
it.

"Here...now..." he said.

Getting up off the locker room bench, I walked over to where he was.

"Hi, Stuart," I said.  Yes, I knew him -- and his name.  I'd just never
seen him totally naked before.

"Hi, Peter," he added, recognizing me by name as well.  "You seem to like
looking at my dick."

I didn't say anything.  I just kept walking over to him.

When I got to him, I couldn't resist the urge.  I reached down and grabbed
a handful of his wonderfully hard cock.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, as he reached over and also grabbed my
3 inches.

I thought I was going to pass out cold on the floor!!!

Yeah, I've touched and been touched...  but there was something here that
sooooo much different that before.  Something nearly electrical.  My whole
body just started to shiver and quiver and shake.

"Oh, yeah...  you do like that!" he muttered with a half-smile, half-smirk.

"Unnggghhhh," was about the best I could even sound.

"You going to the shower?" he asked.

Composing my mind and swollen tongue, I managed to say "Yes... that's where
I was heading."

"Tell you what," he continued, "Let's get our trunks back on and head over
to the pool showers.  There's never anybody in there."

Being a newbie, semi-virgin, dumb-assed 12 year-old, I didn't really get
the drift of what he was suggesting, but I agreed.  (Now I look back .. the
showers in the locker room were too busy to be `safe'..)

So back I went to my (father's) locker and pulled my swim suit back on,
then followed Stu out the door and across to the `swimmers' facility.  I
still don't know why they ever built that damned thing... none of the kids
used it ...  we wore our swim trunks from home to the club and back...  In
the last year, I bet there weren't 5 kids that actually used it !!!!  So
Stu's suggestion that we would be uninterrupted was pretty damned good!

..and there we were...  standing in the shower in that nearly unused
building.  It was also a gang shower...  three heads...  (the golf locker
room had 5)...  and we were alone -- and could well expect to stay alone.

"So...drop the drawers," he said.

"Hunh?" I asked.

"Drop the swim trunks," he said as he pushed his down his legs and kicked
them off to the side.

"Oh," I replied, following his lead.

Then he came over next to me and began to rub his enormous cock into mine.

I thought I would pass out.  There was something absolutely breathtaking
about it.

As he rubbed his against me, I got harder and harder.  ..and I just lost
all reasoning ability.

That's when he grabbed a bar of soap and started to rub it into my crotch.
Then he started to soap his own bits and pieces.

I had no idea what he had in mind -- even when he turned me around so my
back was toward him.

Then I learned.  I felt his throbbing cockhead begin to run up and down my
ass crack.  I have to admit, it felt great!!!  In fact I think I even
leaned forward a bit to make it more available to what he was doing.

Of course it wasn't long before he targeted the warm spot ... and without
any further warning, he plunged that monster into my little tight hole!!

I screamed !!!!  "OOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhiiiiiitttttttt!!" as he
penetrated.

I don't remember anything that ever hurt that bad.

He just held on and pushed all the way in ... and stopped.

Somehow I managed to get myself loose... And ran into the toilet cubes and
locked the door.  I spent a half-hour on the throne trying to make it
better ... but at least it got less and less painful.

They say "you always remember your first time" ...  well I sure do !!!!

But don't give up...  this wasn't a ball-buster episode ... but there are a
lot more to follow...

..and I want to add...  if you are young and haven't done it before...  for
heavens sake, please work up to it.  A fast shove in a virgin hole is gonna
hurt somebody!!!


Hope I didn't offend anyone.  But that was truly my first time...
naturally (if you've read any of my other stories) I've come far beyond
that time.