Date: Sun, 4 Apr 1999 12:35:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Sean Boothe Subject: The Best Rehearsal Ever First, a thanks to those who responded to my first story "Birthday In The Woods". Remember, if you like this one as much (and I hope you do) then drop me a line (seanboothe@yahoo.com) and let me know. There's plenty more where this one came form. So hope you like it. Here comes the legal & the general. I'm Sean, aged 18, from Hampshire in England. I'm 6' tall, well built, work out, blond hair, blue eyes. I'm sharing my erotic exploits with my friend Dave with you in these stories (he being dark haired, slighter build, and a bit shorter). In this story, I thought I'd relate the first sexual experience I ever had with a male --and it wasn't Dave! So if teen/teen sex repulses you, or your father's a methodist minister with a weirdly literal understanding of the New Testament only, then don't bother reading on. As for the rest of you, hope you like it. "The Best Rehearsal Ever" This story happened in the December of 1995. I had a role in my school's play, "Bugsy Malone", the kids' gangster musical. Well, there was the usual furtive teenage kissing and necking etc. But, I didn't seem to be interested in the other girls there. I'd fantasised and jerked off thinking about other guys, but this was the first time that I actually DID something. Our school had rehearsals on Sunday afternoons, all fucking afternoon! Yawn! I was sitting in the front row of the hall watching other people fuck up a scene badly on stage, and was bored. It was one of the few scenes that I had no involvement in. Sitting next to me was a guy called Matt. Matt was in the same year as me, and I hate to say it (I know it's almost a 'Nifty' cliche in the bullshit stories, but it's true), he was gorgeous. He had a smaller role in the play, and like me was bored. He was of Italian parentage, tall, muscular, well built, with short dark hair, well defined features, and, I imagined, a really good piece of meat between his legs. He was also jaw- droppingly popular with the laydeez, due to his looks, and was very flirtatious. Both of us bored, watching this rehearsal, I initiated a discussion, finding my golden opportunity. He was sipping from a can of Coke (the proud sponsors of this piece of teen erotica!), and took a bit too much, it bubbling on to his shirt. "You should really make up your mind whether you're a spitter or a swallower, Matt," I joked. He looked at me squarely. "Swallower. Every time," He said without a hint of irony. I just laughed, not knowing what would happen next. I tried to push things one step further, "Well, at least some of us in our year can produce a decent amount to swallow," I joked. He looked at me again. "Are you saying I can't cum?" he asked me. I nodded. "Well, I wank all the time. The first wank I ever had was in the toilets in the main building," he said. It was only then that his openness got me thinking about what might happen. The discussion continued along those lines for a little bit longer, not really going anywhere. Later that afternoon, bored, and -- nope, just bored, actually, I'd taken myself to one of the darkened classrooms upstairs. Being December, England, and 5pm, it was already dark. I'd brought some magazines and schoolwork in. I was really bored, when the door opened. It was Matt. The upstairs of the building was deserted, while the downstairs was humming with 1920s skirts and suits. "I'm really bored, Sean," Matt said, sitting on the desk opposite the one I was sitting on. He leafed through the magazine commenting on the various women, movies, music etc. Then he started telling me about how he liked to show his cock off to people. "Really?!" I asked. He nodded, and told me about various games of Truth or Dare when he'd ended up showing a roomful of people his penis. "I wish I had that quality," I said. "To be as open and honest as that." I knew full well where I wanted this conversation to lead, and it was working nicely. It evolved with him telling me I should be more open, and that all guys are the same, and that at the end of the day, we all have pretty much the same stuff. What he then said, excited me. "I'm not gonna let you leave this room until you've got your dick out," he told me. I just looked at him and wondered. By this time I had a pounding erection in my tight CK jeans, and I could feel the sticky clear precum already seeping at the end of my 6" cock (it's 8" now by the way). Looking cautiously around me, I unzipped my fly, pulling my cock out, and letting it just stand there. You couldn't see my bush of dark brown pubes, or my low-hanging, large ballsack. Just half of my cock sticking up. Matt was literally staring at it. "Now your turn," I reminded him. Without a moment's hesitation, he unzipped his jeans, and belt and button, and lowered them to his thighs. He was wearing tight black briefs, and they looked as though they were at bursting point. He had an erection. I knew from his Italian surname, his slightly darker skin, his dark hair that he would be developed. His legs were quite hairy, and when he just pulled his briefs down, I nearly died. He had a good-looking 6" cock, tight with an erection. Like me, he was uncut, and had a good large ballsack and a forest of black pubes. His briefs were tucked underneath his scrotum. There we stood, two fourteen year old boys with our erect penises pointing at each other. Alone in a school classroom, I suddenly got a bit self-conscious, and started to tuck myself away. "No, don't do that," Matt commanded me. "What's wrong with leaving your dick out, Sean?" I relented, and just sat back on the desk. He sat facing me and we looked at each other. The smell of fresh cock filled the room. "When you wank, do you have your cock tensed or relaxed in your hand?" Matt asked me. I didn't understand what he meant - genuinely. He actually meant did I tense the blood in my cock or not as I jerked off. I'm still not sure whether I do or not. "I don't get what you mean," I told him. He offered a sort of explanation, cautiously touching his own shaft to illustrate his point. I still didn't understand and told him so. Without hesitation he grabbed by hand and placed it on his sticky cock. The first touch of another male's cock, other than my own, and it was great. Hot, tight and loaded. I tentatively grasped the tip of his dick, and I felt him tense up, just to illustrate his point. "Oh, I'm not sure what I do," I told him, without having let go of his cock. As he stared at me, I adjusted my grasp, letting my whole hand grip the length of his shaft. Without warning he reached out and grabbed my cock. With my free hand, I released my trousers, letting them fall down my thighs, as lowering my boxers too, so my balls could get some air. There we stood gripping each other's cocks. We both knew it was right. He suddenly leaned in and kissed me. Softly, and really slowly, our tongues coiled around each other and explored each others' mouths. As he kissed me he just squeezed my dick in his hand, and I did the same. With my free hand, I started caressing his balls. He moaned slightly. I flicked off the light, so we were in the dim twilight. "I want this, Matt," I told him, breaking the kiss. He nodded. "Me too," and started working his grip up and down my cock, slowly masturbating me. I've always loved 'dirty talk'. I've found it works, and it still really turns me on. I know that in most stories, the made up ones, the guys call each other "baby", "lover", "dreamboat" etc, but we didn't. I just wanted to talk dirty and cum. There we both were standing and masturbating each other. With our free hands, we caressed each others' bodies, our pubes, our ballsacs and thighs. "Ever sucked a cock?" I asked him. "No. Never," Matt replied, before kissing me hard and with a force. He was really getting turned on by this now. "You want to suck my cock, Matt? Do you want to take my cock in your mouth?" I asked. As he nodded, he left my mouth, his hands leaving the region of my cock, as he got to his knees. With his tongue he licked gently at my balls, feeling my cock with his free hand. "Keep going. Make me cum, make me cum in your mouth," I whispered, my breath shuddery. He gently took my sticky engorged head into his mouth, stopping at the rim of it. Then, without warning, he plunged down the entire length of my cock. I gasped as the hot moisture of Matt's mouth engulfed my dick. He raised a hand, and I started sucking hard on two of his fingers. With my hands, I pushed his head further and further down my cock as I sucked hard on his fingers. It was too hot, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. He stopped. "You do me," he told me, leaning back on the table. I'd never even seen another erect penis in real life before that day, and there I was going down on my knees to suck one. I decided not to wait, plunging it all into my mouth at once. It didn't really have a taste itself, but it was dripping with warm precum. I sucked hard and fast, bobbing up and down on his length. "Oh, suck me, suck me harder. Make me shoot in your mouth," he told me as I worked with force, jerking myself furiously with my free hand. I knew he was too close. "I'm going to shoot. Don't swallow, Sean, hold it in your mouth, and don't swallow," Matt said, running his hands through my hair. As he spoke these last words, he thrusted his hips forward, jamming his cock into the back of my throat. I felt a shudder and then the warmth of sweet, salty cum filling my mouth as his dick spasmed. I did as I was told and didn't swallow. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up to kiss him. I opened my mouth and let him taste his own cum. As we kissed he started jacking me off again. I suddenly knew my orgasm wasn't far off. "Suck me. I'm gonna cum," I told him, practically forcing him on to my cock. Within seconds, I shot my load into his mouth and I felt him swallowing and sucking frantically to take it all. That was the most powerful orgasm I had experienced at fourteen. He then stood, and we kissed again, me tasting my own semen on his lips. As we kissed, we gently petted each others' cocks, wondering when we could do this again! THE END So, hope you liked it. Please let me know. EMAIL ME, GODDAMNIT, and let me know if I made you cum! If you'd prefer to hear about Dave instead tell me that, too. I will write another story if the response to this is strong enough. At the age of 14 (nearly 15) this was my very first sexual encounter with another male and it's all true. I've still got lots of stories to tell. And can someone please post this on a newsgroup. Also, take a look at my first story, "Birthday In The Woods". So, drop me a line - seanboothe@yahoo.com. See ya.