Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 23:20:00 -0700 From: William RS Subject: John and Wills at Lopez Island JOHN AND WILLS AT LOPEZ ISLAND Before you read, please consider a contribution to Nifty. I will never forget the first cock I held in my hand that wasn't mine. It belonged to my best friend John and his was also the first that slipped over my tongue. It was summer in the San Juan Islands of Washington State. I was camping out with John at his folks' place on the shores Lopez Island; safely beyond sight and sound of our families a few hundred feet down the beach in the small beach cabin they owned. We had been going up there for years, for a week or two throughout the summer to escape the hustle of Seattle and it was not long before Labor Day and the return to our lives at school and work. We spent our days exploring, paddling the canoe, fishing and swimming in the cool waters that surround Lopez Island. I recall no interest in girls even then, but of stealing a look at John's small, whitey-tighties, I thought I saw him doing the same. But our lives changed forever that one night, and as I write this now, I remember it as though it were yesterday. In a few weeks we'd be 7th graders in junior high school, and the prospect of gym and the common showers that followed class probably excited and terrified us. Walking naked around other boys wasn't something either of us had ever done nor did it seem we were terribly eager to do. We talked about it that night. "Can we wear a towel into the showers?" I asked. As the discussion grew bolder, John threw out a dare: I'll show you mine if you show me yours. He justified it, of course: We'd be seeing each other in a few weeks in the showers, so why not now? Let's just end the suspense and get it over with. We peeled down our nylon shorts in the dim light of the tent and both of us very quickly swelled into erections, the kind an adolescent gets almost with the snap of his fingers. John and I could see we were built almost the same. He envied the small sprout of light brown pubic hair that bristled at my base, as I envied his balls; bigger than was "normal" for our age as we'd soon learn in the gym showers. "Check this out," John said, and he began panning a flashlight down my body, casting a shadow on the wall of the tent. We laughed nervously as we played, silently considering the danger of being burst in upon by his nosy younger brother. As he waved the flashlight, John joked that part of my shadow looked just like the pointer our geography teacher had used with the overhead projector. We got bolder in our sleeping bags, forming tents of our own. For the tightest of buddies, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Neither of us had planned any of it; it just happened. "Wanna feel me up, John?" I couldn't believe I had said the words, and I fully expected him to throw me out of the tent. "Maybe," John answered slowly. After almost forever, he uttered softly, "Yeah, why not? Unzip your sleeping bag. I'll do it only if you do me, too." I agreed, and felt a shiver down my spine on the warm evening as I slid the zipper halfway down the bag and pulled the top open. By now I was rock hard erect, and my cock slapped loudly onto my stomach, pointing north like the needle on the compass we used when we explored the woods. John crawled over, took a deep breath and ran two fingers from my balls to just below my piss slit. I nearly died at the sensation, gasping at his touch! "You're pretty excited," he said rather matter-of-factly. Of course, his boned erection now stood proudly out, pointing at me. "Takes one to know one," I replied lightly with a friendly grin. "Yeah, maybe it does. OK, your turn." I slipped halfway out of my bag and moved closer. He was flexing his cock, maybe even on purpose, as I reached out. I wanted to show him how brave I was, even if I was a little hesitant. There'd be none of the two-finger business from me, so I made a small fist and wrapped his nice eager boner in my hand, taking two strokes, in and back. John let out a sigh and his soft eyes glazed over indicating his enjoyment at what was happening. "God, this is amazing," he grunted. We went back and forth like this for a short time, tickling and petting without a word. Then: "Wanna taste it?" he asked. I gulped, but before I could reply, he continued, "This was your idea, remember? And I'll taste yours, too." I swallowed hard, but my curiosity was nearly killing me. "No one else knows about this ever, agreed?" John nodded. "Okay, lie down." I crawled over him, now agonizingly aroused, and leaned down over his beautiful slender body. I took a deep breath of his strangely appealing boy-penis scent. Before I knew it, I was licking timidly, then with a little more courage. I remember closing my eyes and opening my mouth, and accepting just the head. I sucked at it, and felt the ridge below his head on my lips. The feeling of doing something naughty to John was making me dizzy as I pushed down slowly and took more and more of his teen boner as I listened to his moans. I drew on him twice, maybe three times, and I tasted a peculiar tanginess on my tongue when I sat back. "That was incredible," John groaned. "Really?" I slumped back onto my bag, licking my lower lip nervously as he rolled overtoward me. "Yeah. Really." He mimicked exactly what I had done to him, but for a good deal longer. I thought I was going to melt, watching his head bob up and down in my lap by the beam of a flashlight, his long hair tickling my abdomen. We didn't come in each other's mouths that night, as we were not yet ready to go that far. But we ended up masturbating in front of each other that night with great gusto, fisting ourselves with each other's saliva and lots of pre-cum slickening our shafts. We compared our jacking techniques until the fury of our orgasms wore us out. On more than one night, in the nights that followed, did we do this to each other. We experimented as we explored, even using each other as cum targets; our aim unfailingly true as we knelt facing each other and jerked off, splashing each other in impromptu contests. They were electrifying sexual adventures I never forgot! So began a lifelong adoration of the cock. There is no feeling like having one in my mouth; having it respond to the wet heat with which I envelop it. John and I fell out of touch that school year when my family moved to another town closer to my dad's employment. Until tonight! What were the odds that John would look me up and Email me at the business I own, asking to meet over dinner. One thing leads to another and now we're on my bed, naked and aroused, and I'm studying the very adult cock that was the first of many to cross my lips, but the most special by far! "Wanna taste it?" he asked with a grin. "I'll taste yours, too." "I'm sure you will, John," I replied, smiling up at him. "And you know what? Your balls are still bigger than mine." I heard him laughing just as I opened wide and drew his glorious velvet erection into my mouth, savoring it with greater experience and far more lust than I had done on the beach, much too long ago. Comments are welcome, wrsjrm@gmail.com Have you had an experience where you were able to renew a youthful sexual experience with a good friend years or even decades later? Let me know. Will S.