My Teenage Years  (b/b)
Copyright by BC Dude 1997
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Stuff

This will be a multi part story about the sexual awakening and adventures
of a teenage boy.  Additional parts will be posted from time to time, but
there is no intention of completing additional parts on any particular
schedule.

This story is about Gay Sex between consenting teen boys.  If you don't
like that, or if that offends you, why the hell are you looking in a gay
news group, archive, or Web site?  So fuck off and hit the delete button.

I will respond to any e-mail's and will (as always) forward missing parts.

My Teenage Years (b/b) 
by BC Dude
Story 1 -  Go Ahead, Feel It!

I walked quickly that night on my way home from the movie theater.  It
wasn't late, but the late summer air was cool and there wasn't
anything happening in town anyway.  Of course, most evenings were like that
in the small town on the west coast in 1958.  Rounding a corner I could see
two other kids half way up the block standing there and talking to each
other under the street light.  A few more steps and I could make out it was
Wayne and Mark, two kids from school.  Wayne was in my class while Mark was
a year younger but went to the same school.  Wayne and me were both 12 and
Mark was 11.  I didn't have much to do with Wayne, no real reason, but I
didn't hang out with the same crowd and I certainly didn't have
anything to do with Mark.  After all, Mark was just a kid.

"Hi Jim", Wayne greeted as I walked closer.

"Hi Wayne", I replied.  "What's up?"

"Oh, not much", Wayne replied as Mark giggled slightly.

The three of us stood and talked for a few minutes and lit up another
cigarette.  We talked about the week in school, who got into trouble that
week, and other general small talk.  Just kids shooting the breeze.  Just
as I took a final drag on my dying smoke and tossed it out onto the street,
Wayne asked a question that left me puzzled.

"I bet I've got something you don't".

I thought for a moment and replied, "what?"

"Guess", Wayne replied.

"I don't know, give me a hint."

"Well, it's something I didn't have earlier", was Wayne's
cryptic reply.

I stood there with a dumb look on my face and noticed the look of
exasperation on Wayne's.

"I've got a hard on", Wayne finally said with some annoyance.

"Yeah sure", I replied.

"Really, I do", Wayne shot back.  "Check it out if you don't
believe me."

I stared at Wayne's crotch, but couldn't really see anything.  "I
don't see anything."

"Don't just look dummy, feel it", Wayne sighed.

A thousand things shot through my mind.  I had always been interested in
boys, what they looked like and what it would be like to touch another boys
cock, but those were very private thoughts and not the kind of thing to be
admitted to.  I didn't really have an understanding of what gay or Homo
was, or meant either.  Hell, I didn't even know what sex was about.  I
had been jerking off for over a year now but had no idea that it was a
normal thing to do, let alone what my sex organs were really for.  I had a
notion sex was something that men and women did, kinda, and certainly knew
that I wasn't supposed to touch other people in that private spot, nor
was I supposed to allow anyone else to touch me there either.  But I wanted
to.  Of course, another thought was going through my mind.  Maybe this was
some kind of trick to make me look stupid.

"What, here?" I asked.

"Yeah, go ahead, I trust you", Wayne replied.

I looked around, it was dark and there was no one else on the street.  Mark
was standing there silently, watching both me and Wayne.

"But what if someone sees?" I asked.

"Shit, don't worry about it", Wayne replied.  "No one is gonna
see."

"Are you sure?"

"Shit Jim, just do it."

I moved a little closer to Wayne so my arm was up against Wayne's
stomach, turned my wrist and rubbed the palm of my hand against Wayne's
crotch.  The feel lasted about two seconds and I took a step back.

"You do have a hard on", I commented with surprise in my voice.  The
surprise was as much about the fact that Wayne did have a hard on as it was
that he would tell anyone, let alone invite someone to touch it.

"Yeah, Mark and me were just talking about going somewhere to jerk off
when you came along.  You want to come with us?"

Well, my mind was in overdrive.  I had always wanted to do this but somehow
I thought the world would come to an end or the sky would fall if I did.

"S--s--sure", I stammered.

Without a word, Wayne and Mark turned and walked between the tall cedar
hedge that was beside the sidewalk and into the school playground.  It was
dark in there.  Of course in those days, vandalism was hardly a problem and
lighting was expensive so most places rarely had any form of lighting
around.  I followed Wayne and mark into the far corner of the playground
and the three of us sat down on the ground and lit up another smoke.  I was
both eager and scared.  Twenty minutes later we were still talking about
anything and everything when Mark became annoyed.

"Look, are you going to or not.  I have to go home soon."

The fact was I wanted to, more than anything in the world, but I was so
scared that the sky would fall or something that I could hardly get the
words out.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Well, I've only got another 10 minutes so hurry up and make up your
mind", Mark shot back.

Five minutes later I was still trying to muster the courage to do it when
Mark got up and left leaving Wayne and myself alone.

"Fuck Jim, I wanted to jerk off tonight and now Mark is gone and you
can't make up your mind."

"Where you guys really going to jerk off or was that just a trick you
were playing on me?"

"It was real, we jerk off together all the time, and now Mark is
gone."

"You guys really jerk off together all the time?"

"Yeah.  So, do you want to or not?  If not, I'm going home."

I could see my opportunity quickly evaporating and I quickly made up my
mind.  "Okay."

Wayne had his pants down in half a second while I was still fumbling with
my belt.  But when I saw his five inch hard cock in the dim light I knew
this was for real.  I pulled my pants down exposing my four and a half inch
hard cock for the first time in my life.  Wayne laid back and began to
stroke.  This was another revelation to me.  Up to this time I had always
laid on my stomach and humped into the mattress to jerk off and had
wondered about some of the lewd gestures some of the other kids had made by
stroking up and down on a finger.  I laid back, took my cock between my
fingers and began to stroke.  Damn that felt good.

After few minutes Wayne asked if he could touch mine and if he could, he
would let me touch his.  Well, I didn't take any time to answer that
one.  It's funny how at that age a boy's interest is in touching
another cock but somehow still feeling very private about not being
touched.  Eventually we agreed that we should touch each other at the same
time.

Wayne rolled over and gripped my cock and rubbed my balls while I reached
over and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

"Yours isn't cut", Wayne said.

"Huh?" was my reply.

"You know, yours hasn't been cut."

I still didn't know for sure what he was talking about until I felt the
skin covering the head of his cock.  I did know about circumcision and it
suddenly sunk in.

"Oh, yeah.  Now I know what you mean.  I just never heard it referred to
as cut."

We felt each other up for a few more seconds before returning to our own
cocks and continued to stroke.  I continued to stroke my cock but didn't
take my eyes off the first hard cock I had ever seen before, beside my own.
I was fascinated by his hand moving up and down, and how the skin would
completely cover the head on the up stroke and then pull down completely
exposing the mushroom head on the down stroke.  I didn't see the drops
of pre cum ooze from the slit but I heard the slapping sound as his
foreskin worked up and down on the now slippery surface.  I had never
produced any pre cum and asked what had happened.  Wayne told me a little
`dew' had come out because he was getting close.  The new sound
worked in my ears and it sounded very erotic.  I couldn't pry my eyes
away from that cock.  I even stopped stroking my own cock to pull my
cigarette lighter from my pocket to see his cock better.  The light showed
a neat patch of hair around the base of his cock, but his ball sack was
hairless, as was mine.  His stomach was heaving as he breathed and I could
see his balls bouncing in their sack with each stroke of his hand.  I held
my lighter with one hand and started to stroke myself again with the other.
A few minutes later I felt my cock get real hard and that wonderful feeling
of needing to pee build in the base of my cock.  My cock began to twitch a
few times and then I shot my load over my stomach.  I had never seen myself
cum before since I was always laying on my stomach, and I watched with
fascination as each spurt erupted from my cock and landed.  Although it
felt like there was tremendous force behind each shot, it barely did more
than shoot a few inches and land in globs on my stomach.

"Shit, you've cum already?"

"Yeah, how long does it take you?" I asked Wayne.

"Usually longer than that", he replied as he stroked faster, his hand
becoming a blur.

A few seconds later I could hear that slapping sound get louder as more pre
cum oozed from his cock.  With the light from the lighter I could see the
head of his cock glisten from the added liquid.  Moments later he grunted
and I could see strings of his cum shooting from his cock and landing on
his stomach.  Some of those shots must have gone at least six inches!  I
was impressed.

We gave each other another quick feel before cleaning up, pulling our pants
back up and heading home.

I knew two things.  The sky didn't fall and I wanted to do that again,
and soon.

That night as I laid in bed, I was hard again just thinking about what we
had done and many thoughts were going through my head.  Suddenly, many
thoughts I had in the previous few years made sense.  Soon that familiar
feeling of needing to pee was building at the base of my cock and working
it's way to the tip.  I could feel my cock getting harder and harder as
the head grew larger and the skin took on a shiny look as it was stretched
to it's limit.  My cock twitched a few times and another load of cum was
ready.  The first shot splashed onto my chest and then the next onto my
stomach.  A few more less intense shots dribbled out the end of my cock and
fell to my groin as I milked a few more drops from the softening shaft.  I
fell asleep with my hand on my cock and the fresh cum still on my stomach.

The next morning I met Wayne on the road walking to school.  We walked
together and talked.  I asked him if he wanted to do it again.  He shrugged
his shoulders and was about to answer as Mark rounded the corner and walked
up.

"So, did you guys finally do anything last night?" Mark asked.

"Yeah", Wayne replied.

"So what was the big deal Jim?  Why wouldn't you do it while I was
there."

"I guess I was just scared."

We continued our walk to school and arranged to meet again after school at
Wayne's house.

That day in school was hell.  My cock was hard all day and I tried every
trick I could think of to hide it every time I had to get up from my desk.
I don't know if anybody ever noticed, but I was sure the entire damn
school was looking.  The final bell finally sounded and Wayne, Mark, and
myself walked home together and headed into Wayne's house.

Wayne's father had always been a bit of a mystery, and he never talked
about him.  To this day I don't know why he didn't live with them.
Wayne's mother worked somewhere so there was no one home when we
arrived, and wouldn't be until she got off work at five.  The three of
us headed into Wayne's bedroom.  This time, there was no hesitation.  We
stripped of all our clothes and crawled onto Wayne's double bed.  I
could feel the electricity as our naked bodies touched here and there.
There is nothing like that first full body touch with another.

Although Mark was year younger than us, he was as tall and well built.
Like Wayne, he was not circumcised and his young hard cock was thick, much
thicker than either Wayne's or mine, and about five inches hard.  We all
had about the same amount of hair at the base of our cocks, just a neat
patch.

After a few minutes of rubbing our bodies together we laid back and started
to jerk off, but it wasn't long before we were jerking each other off.
I was fascinated with these two un cut cocks, almost as fascinated as Wayne
and Mark were with mine.  I had often thought about what another guy's
cock would feel like and I was surprised.  I guess part of it was the
difference being cut, but Wayne's cock, while hard, didn't feel
anything like my own.  His skin moved loosely and easily as I stroked the
length of his cock and with each stroke the skin would pull all the way
back exposing his glistening head and then fully cover it again.  I was
fascinated and watched with interest the response with each stroke.

Meanwhile, Mark was busy stroking my cock.  The feelings were wonderful.
For years I had only wanted to touch another cock but now I was really
enjoying the feeling of someone else stroking me to climax.

I guess we were all rather hot and it wasn't long before I felt
Wayne's cock start to twitch and gobs of his creamy cum started to pump
from the end of his cock and land on his stomach.  Mark kept stroking mine
and the sight of Wayne pumping his cum over his stomach soon put me over
the edge and I unloaded onto my stomach and Marks hand.

Wayne and I near ended up in a fight over who was going to finish Mark off,
but we somehow settled things by agreeing to take turns of about thirty
seconds each.  Of course I cheated by feeling Marks balls when it was
Wayne's turn to stroke him.  Somehow my other hand ended up holding
Wayne's soft cock as well.  I was determined to get every feel I could
and Wayne didn't seem to mind.  Mark soon shot his load over his
stomach.  Not as much as Wayne or me, and it was nearly clear compared to
ours which was nearly white, but he enjoyed it no less.

The three of us continued to get together at Wayne's house after school
for the remainder of the school year.  We never advanced past jerking each
other off for some time, but then we were only twelve and in 1958 sexual
practices weren't exactly talked about or discussed with 12 year old
kids.  It would be some time before we learned about blow jobs and anal
sex, although it didn't take long for our natural urges to figure that
one out.  For now, it was just three kids engaging in a circle jerk after
school.

End of Story 1

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