Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2007 10:37:09 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Kevin's First Time - Part One of Three (t/b oral) The story is entirely fiction and depicts the relationship, including sexual interaction, between a teen and a younger boy. If this type of material offends you, or if you are not at least 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read this kind of material, then you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Kevin's First Time - Part One of Three (t/b oral) Kevin loved to play with his dick. Until recently he had thought of it as his "peter," but two weeks at summer camp had taught him a lot, including some new names for his penis. Even before camp, though, he had learned that his young little dick could give a ten-year-old boy a great deal of pleasure. He lay in his bed, his door locked, rubbing his dick and occasionally squirming his smooth ass against the cool sheets. He almost always got naked as soon as his folks went to bed upstairs, knowing that his fun wouldn't be disturbed. His thin frame moved against the sheets as his hand dropped a little lower to cup his tiny smooth balls. "Steve," he whispered to himself. Steve was one of the counselors at camp. Since he lived in the cabin with Kevin and the five other boys, they had all gotten a chance to see Steve in various stages of undress during the week, and no one had watched more carefully than Kevin. He always timed it so he and Steve would be in the shower room at the same time. The first time had been accidental, but Kevin had been so taken by the wonder of a trim, muscular 17-year-old boy he began to make sure they would shower together. And, at home, Kevin now often pictured Steve -- the water running over his body -- as he played with himself each night. As he lightly rubbed his little balls, Kevin pictured Steve's dick and balls, the sudsy water running through the dark blond pubic hair that would curl as it dried, then running around the dick to cover those big balls, then either dripping to the floor or running slowly down the inside of the tanned thighs. Kevin brought his hand back to his dick as his horny little mind focussed on that big dick. "Cock," as some of the older boys said. When Steve was dressing or undressing in the cabin, his dick would hang down and move around as pants or shorts were pulled up or down. Kevin loved watching it dance. But in the shower, as Steve smoothed the soap all over and around his chest and belly and thighs, that big dick would grow in a way Kevin had not been able to imagine before camp. It would grow longer and thicker, and sometimes the end of it would become as big as a small plum. It would grow so much it wouldn't be hanging down anymore; it would stand out from the teen's body, swinging as Steve moved under the water. Kevin had been fascinated by it, and he loved to run those pictures through his mind as he played with himself; it was like watching a movie in his head. He could even hear the hissing of the showerhead, the dripping of the water onto the floor, and, sometimes, a little humming sound that Steve seemed to like to make as he washed himself. Kevin hummed now, as he felt his own little dick grow. It was only a couple of inches when it stood out from his body, but his hand made it feel like it was a telephone pole, hard and rigid. He wiggled under the warm sensations he began to feel, making his little dick move even faster through his small fingers. He knew what would soon happen, and he sucked in his breath when the warmth inside him became a heat that spread outward. It always happened when he played with himself long enough and just right. His dick throbbed in his hand, and his body gave in to an overwhelming feeling he couldn't begin to describe. He was careful to pull the pillow over his face so the sounds he couldn't help but make would not be heard. Then he sighed and began to breathe deeply as the feeling faded away. The first time it had happened, it had been an accidental discovery, and it had been the most wonderful thing he had ever felt in all his ten years. As the feeling slowly passed, the picture of Steve faded, and Kevin smiled to himself. After a few moments, he adjusted himself on the bed and began to play with his dick again, though more carefully. That had been the second time tonight he had made himself feel that way, and his dick was now very sensitive. As one hand lightly played over his dick, the other stroked his chest -- tanned, now that he had been in the sun so much, but still the smooth undefined chest of a boy. He felt his lips move into a smile again. Kevin was very happy. He had looked at the other boys in the cabin, too. When he had arrived at camp he had been very curious about what it would be like to live in a cabin with five other boys his age. He had always had his own room, used the toilet by himself, showered by himself. It became obvious that some of the others were a little shy or embarrassed undressing in front of all the boys -- and especially showering with them -- but Kevin was not embarrassed at all. He was too intent on seeing what they looked like, how they differed from him. He had already learned to play his bedtime games at home, and he had always been curious about others his age. One of the boys was eleven, but he was actually a bit smaller than the others. One of the ten-year-olds looked more like he was twelve to Kevin. They were all different. In the beginning, the morning shower just before breakfast at the dining hall had been quieter and faster. But as soon as the boys got to know one another a little, they were more relaxed and casual with each other, even in the shower. It didn't appear that any of them minded being looked at, at least a little bit. Kevin decided that it was all right for boys to like to be naked. They were not naked in the cabin, of course. But all of them slept in their white briefs, and all of them would sneak peeks at Steve in his white briefs. Steve obviously had much more between his legs than they did, and on those few occasions when Steve would shower with the boys in the morning all six pairs of eyes roamed over his body and spent some time at his crotch. They all admired him. But Kevin loved him. They had showered together because of Kevin's accident. He had fallen from a little bridge which crossed a creek that held nothing but mud and rocks. The mud was deep enough that he could not get his footing, and Steve had jumped in to help him. Kevin had tripped on a rock hidden in all the mud, fallen against Steve, and both of them had landed on their butts. Before they were able to completely get out, they were both covered with mud. Steve sent the rest of the boys on to the dining hall for lunch, and he took Kevin back to the cabin so they could both get cleaned up. They had gone to the back door of the cabin, and Steve said they would have to strip out of their muddy clothes before going inside. In no time at all, two naked boys were grinning at each other. Steve wiped their feet off with an old towel. For the firt time in his life, Kevin's dick got hard all by itself. Kevin was looking down at the blond head of the teenager wiping his feet off, and he had to balance himself by placing one hand on Steve's strong shoulder. The moment he touched that shoulder, his dick rose. When Steve finished with the towel, he raised his head to find he was looking at the hard dick of a little boy who was staring at him with adoration in his eyes. Steve took Kevin by the hand as they walked through the cabin -- careful not to drip mud on the floor -- and into the shower room. He turned on one of the showers and waited for the water to warm, his back to Kevin. Kevin's eyes traveled from the muddy blond hair down the length of Steve's body. He could feel his dick pulsing. When Steve turned around, his own dick was hard. It wasn't fully hard, but it was standing away from his balls, and Kevin could see that beautiful dick throbbing. Steve reached for Kevin and drew him into the warm water, turning him around to rinse the mud onto the floor. As Kevin stood watching him, Steve then turned himself, and the little boy watched in awe as the water washed away the mud to reveal the most beautiful body Kevin had ever seen. Steve reached for the soap and rubbed it slowly over his own chest. Kevin knew Steve was moving slowly, just for him, just so he could see as much of his body as possible. Steve turned and reached around to get soap on his back but could reach no lower than his shoulders. Without saying a word, he kneeled down, his back to Kevin, and handed the soap to the boy behind him. Kevin took the soap and began to rub it slowly over the muscular shoulders, feeling again the heat he had felt from that smooth skin when he had braced himself at the door. He moved his hands lower, soaping Steve's back. His eyes were wide at this chance to touch, even caress, the body of the teen for whom he felt so much love. Steve slowly stood, and Kevin found himself soaping the smooth, round cheeks of Steve's ass. He rubbed slowly, not wanting to finish his task at all, wanting to smooth his hands over and over this warm skin forever. But then Steve turned around. His cock was now fully hardened, and it was directly in front of Kevin's face. He could see the pulse throbbing in the veins of the shaft, the redness of the head. Without hesitating a moment, Kevin rubbed his soapy hands around that hard cock and then, carefully, down and around the big balls beneath. He moved slowly at first. But when his hands moved back up and pushed the suds through the dark blond pubic hair, Kevin found himself so excited that he could hardly control his hands. He stroked and rubbed, and he saw Steve's belly moving as he breathed more rapidly. Over the noise of the water, now, Kevin could hear the humming sound he had heard Steve make in the shower before. Instinctively, he knew he was pleasing the teen, and he smiled up at the face that was smiling down at him. The water rinsed the suds off the hard cock in Kevin's hands, but he kept stroking it. Kevin had never known a real cock -- a big cock -- could be so hard, or so hot. He looked at the cockhead as his little hands moved rapidly up and down the shaft, and he saw the peehole of the big cock pulse open and closed, open and closed. Steve was breathing more loudly now, and he was moving his cock through the little hands around it. He said something which Kevin couldn't hear, and then his cock became even more fully engorged, his cockhead even larger. As Kevin watched it, the peehole opened again, and a flood of Steve's cum was thrust out, landing on Kevin's little chest. Kevin understood what was happening and kept stroking; another rope of cum shot out of the big cock and hit Kevin's cheek. He could feel it sliding down his cheek as he continued to stroke. Another shot of cum hit his shoulder, and another his chest. Steve placed his hand over Kevin's hands to slow them, but he let the boy milk the last of his cum and watch it ooze out of that little hole and slowly drip to the floor. With his hands still on Steve's cock, Kevin looked up at the smiling face above him. He let his hands fall away as Steve slowly knelt in front of him. He was surprised when Steve leaned in to him and began to lick the cum he had shot all over him. He closed his eyes and reveled in the warm sensation of Steve's tongue on his cheek, his shoulder, his chest. Steve's hands moved around to cover Kevin's round ass, and Kevin sighed deeply. Then he felt his little hard dick smothered in a wet warmth, and he looked down in amazement to see his dick disappear into Steve's mouth. A strangled sound escaped from his throat at the unbelievable pleasure his dick found in that warm mouth, as Steve's tongue gently moved around and around it. Kevin had to reach out with both hands to Steve's shoulders to held himself up. Steve sucked very slowly, and Kevin could feel the slick smooth sides of his mouth, and rough texture of his tongue. His little dick throbbed in that mouth in a way it never had in his own hands in bed at home. He felt lightheaded. Never had he known anything could feel like this. Unconsciously, he began to move his hips, pressing his dick into the dark wetness surrounding it. His humming became gasps over which he had no control. That warmth inside his belly began to grow, and he knew he would soon experience that wonder he had found when pleasuring himself. It came more slowly. Somehow, being in Steve's mouth was so different, so much more wonderful that being stroked by his own hand. Steve was still gentle, but he was sucking a little faster as he felt Kevin's body tense. Kevin felt as though he were shoving himself deep into Steve's belly, to be surrounded by a heat and love he could never describe. It was overpowering when it happened. Kevin sensed something growing hot and huge inside his belly. A pleasure so intense it was almost a pain. Then the pleasure exploded. He felt the explosion -- from deep inside, up into his tummy, warming his chest. Then down and outward -- a sudden rush from inside through his dick. He felt like screaming, crying, shouting. It was awesome. He felt himself begin to fall. His dick slipped out of Steve's mouth, and Steve's strong arms went around him, pulling him up and in. His body was still pulsing as he felt his face against the teen's chest and then warm lips kissing his cheek. Steve held him close until his breathing became more regular. At home in his bed, he relived those moments in the shower each night he played with himself. Each time he took a shower, he stroked his hard little dick and imagined it was his Steve. He did know really know the words for it, but in his heart he knew he loved Steve, what Steve had done for him, what wonders Steve had introduced him to. He knew the greatest pleasure his little body would ever know would be what he found with other boys, with other Steves. Tonight, as he continued to play with his hard dick, one hand went lower between his legs. It found the warmth between his ass cheeks, then the tender, smooth hole. He closed his eyes and made a little sound of longing for his teen lover. He slowly slid his finger into his hole as he remembered the greater pleasure to which Steve had introduced him. He was only ten, but he knew how love was given and received. ------------ Part Two of Three will follow in a few days.