Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 16:39:08 +0000 From: scott mcewan Subject: Olly & I I lost my virginity when I was 12 years old. I'd never really thought I was gay, or even remotely interested in boys. But then again I never remember being totally interested in girls either. I guess I was at an age (8) where love or sex weren't exactly relevant; I didn't understand and didn't need to. I was 8. I didn't need to know what love or sex or marriage or heartbreak was at that age. My friends, girls and boys, were only friends. I was never attracted to any of them, not that they were ugly. I felt they were more like brothers and sisters than sexual objects. It was during the last 3 weeks of my 8 year old self that I felt some kind of odd affection towards a friend, a boy. Me and my friend Olly, actually my bestfriend of more than 3 years, were out playing in the countryside near my house. Out of town actually. Away from anyone's house. I had always seen Olly as the most "attractive" or "cutest" of my friends, but still never in a lustful way. Just in an admirable way, the way your grandmother finds her grandchildren handsome or beautiful. We were walking along the bank of a river when he said something strange to me. Something that shocked and somewhat excited me. "Have you ever kissed a boy?," he said in a way which made me think HE had kissed a boy, as if it was something everyone had done. I laughed. "No! Have you?" "No. I've kissed a girl though. I wonder what its like to kiss a boy," he laughed and tilted his head upwards in that last sentence. He stopped walking, as did I. "Do you wanna kiss?" I was shocked, a little scared, and aroused. "Yeah okay," we both laughed. We moved closer, we pecked. On the lips. We laughed again. I was hard. I had never felt like this before, this was my first intimate experience, even though it couldn't have possibly been any less intimate. Intimate to my 19 year old self now is letting a dick slight into my ass as I lie on top of a hot boy, smelling his manly chest hair as I clutch his hips and groan. Olly and I never spoke about the kiss, not for years, not until we were both 12. When we both decided to become more than friends. I almost remember the exact date; either the 22nd or the 23rd of October, 2007. We were both in my room, in the attic. The most isolated part of the house where no-one could hear anything, or better yet see anything. We were sitting on my bed watching tv, around about 6 o'clock. Out of nowhere he said; "Do you remember when we kissed?," he smirked and looked at me. "Like, when we were younger?," we both laughed, I replied yes. "Have you even seen a guy naked?," he looked at me with great interest, awaiting my answer. "What, like, in real life?" "Yeah. I've seen some on the internet, like their willies and everything." "I've seen them too, but never like right in front of me." "Do you wanna see mine?," I got hard. "Yeah okay," we both laughed again. He hopped off the bed and pulled down his trackies, revealing a pair of stripey blue boxers. I could see his cock semi hard, outlined on his underwear. He pulled down his boxers quickly and pulled them up again. Just a quick flash. His cock was huge. At least 7 inches. It was thick, hairless, his balls dangling underneath it. He jumped back onto the bed and sort of shook nervously, breathing heavily, hyper. "You go," he said, looking at me excitedly. I shrugged and laughed, curling into a little ball. "Ah, calm on! I showed you mine!" I got off the bed and stood up. I unzipped my jeans, pulled them down, shaking like a leaf the whole time. I was wearing briefs, ones that made my dick look ginormous and bulging. I flashed, as quickly as he did. "Oh my god! That's like, really big," he looked at me surprisingly, "can I touch it?," he moved forward, putting his right hand out as he did so. "Yeah," I blushed, looking down at it and nervously laughing. He touched it. His hand was warm and slightly sweaty. He grasped it, letting out a sigh as he did so. He held onto it, looking up at me and smiling. I smiled back, moving forward. "Can I feel your's?," I was standing over him, still blushing. He jumped it, letting go. He whipped his trousers and his pants down, I touched it. It was much bigger than mine. It was warm and rock like, he was obviously aroused too. He grabbed mine again, jerking it up and down. I had no idea what wanking was at that age, well, I knew what it was. But I didn't know why people did it. It felt good. "Dare me to lick it," he sat on the bed, looking up at me with a hyper energetic look. "Erm, okay," we both giggled. He leaned in, mouth open, eyes closed. I felt his soft lips touch my head, then a slight nag as his teeth glided over it, then the unbelievable warmth of his tongue. He was really going for it. I'd seen guys do this on the internet, he obviously had too. It was like he'd been doing this all his life! He moved backwards and forwards, massaging it with his right hand as he did so. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, a strange sensation came over me. I was about to cum. I'd never done it before. Wet dreams, yes, but had never actually ejaculated in real life. I let out a whimper, he started moving faster. I think he knew what he was doing, he knew the outcome. My knees starting to go weak, my eyes fluttered, I felt as if I was about to faint. Then I came. Right in his mouth. He kept my dick in their for a few seconds, then slid it out of his mouth. We were both blushing, both breathing heavily. We looked at eachother, trying to smile. I looked down at his crotch, his pants pulled up again. They were wet, with a white sort of juice in the middle. He had actually cum without even wanking. He was so aroused he had ejaculated. My dick was totally clean, he'd drained it. "That was cool," he said, lying back in the bed slightly, looking bewildered and sort of shocked. "Yeah, it felt really good. Did I jizz in your mouth?," I sat down beside him, he laughed, then I did. "Yeah! It tastes good. I jizzed too," then he looked down at his pants, standing up and pulling his trackies up. "I've jizzed before, when I watched porn. Have you?" "I don't think so, it felt really weird. Like I needed a pee," we both laughed. "Yeah, I thought that too. Don't tell anyone about this by the way. I'd be embarrassed." "Don't worry I won't. It was good though." We both nodded, he stood up. "I think I'm gay." Obviously, I thought to myself. "Really?" He started shaking again, I could hear it in his voice. "Don't tell anyone! They'll make fun of me, please don't tell," he walked towards me with a look of desperation, as if I would really betray him like that. "Oh my god no! I won't tell. I think I might be gay too," he looked at eachother and burst out laughing. He jumped on my lap, then turned to face me, legs on the bed. "Do you wanna kiss?" We kissed. Full french this time. We kissed for about 5 minutes, both solid as a rock. He moved backwards and forward on my lap, as if we were having sex. I knew what sex was. He pulled back. "Have you ever fingered your bum?" This was so surreal. Slightly embarrassing, but I liked it. I'd never talked about things like this to ANYONE. "Sometimes, I've done it with 2 once." "I used a hairbrush once, like this handle bit." "Really?! What did it feel like?" "Sore, but after a while it felt good. Hear, try sticking your willy in," he climbed off my lap, pulled everything down and bent over in front of me. His crack was hairless, stuck between his rather bubble like ass. I stood up, pulled my pants down too, dick hard. I held the head, gliding past his cheeks, soft. Then I came to a halt as I was met with his tight hole. "I don't think it'll fit," I said, with a worryed expression. "Just try it. I thought my fingers wouldn't fit, but they did eventually." I closed my eyes, bracing myself. I pushed, nothing. I was using a lot of force, still nothing. Then finally, it started to enter. "Ow ow ow!," he breathed through his teeth. "Do you want me to st--" "No! Keep doing it!" It finally slid it, warm and with a lot of pressure. He let out a huge sigh of relief. I started to fuck him, like I'd seen on TV and on the internet. He groaned, again like he was proffesional. His hole got looser as I pounded him more, then finally I came again. Not as good as the first time, but still satifisfying. I pulled out immideately. We were both breathless, and as I sat down on the bed and looked up at his ass, I could see blood. Little trickles running down his crack, onto his gooch, then down his legs. He looked down and saw it too, pulling everything up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hu---," he interrupted me again. "No it's fine. I've always wanted to do that. It felt amazing. Your willy's big." I smiled. "I need to go now anyway. Meet me at my house when we're going to school tomorrow. Bye." He walked down the attic ladder, watching me the whole time. I smiled at him, continuing to do so long after he left. I lay back in my bed thinking about the past half hour. I was gay. I really was gay. I was sure of it. I wouldn't tell anyone. But I knew I'd have to one day. But not now. I did eventually come out when I was 17. A whole 5 years after I first realised I was gay. Olly and I have been going out now for 7 years. That morning when we walked to school, we held hands. We did the same thing every morning after. Meeting in the school toilets, kissing in the cubicles. Staying over at eachother's houses, sucking eachother, fucking, trying out new things. He told his parents the day before I told mine. Both our parents are cool with it. We've faced hard times, being called names, having things thrown at us. But we're really in love. We really love eachother.