Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 01:18:55 MDT From: Jason & Jesse Subject: Summer Of Discovery The following stories contain scenes of consensual sex between teens. All characters and story lines are fictional and any familiarity to anyone living or not, is purely coincidental. If it is illegal to read such stories as these in your area...dont, if you are not of the legal age for your area...dont, otherwise...do and enjoy!! :) All comments or questions welcome at lizard_tales@hotmail.com And be sure to visit the website http://members.tripod.com/lizard_tales/ Meet Jesse (me) and follow his first summer of sexual discovery. Watch as his friends teach him all he needs to know about love and friendship. This on-going story details from Jesse's first sexual encounter to a lasting relationship and all the trials in between. So...Click on the first chapter...sit back...relax...and enjoy My Summer of Discovery. :) ******************************************************************** It was late. Three AM when the bus pulled into the bus stop. The lights were off in the depot and there was a night watchman manning the door. I got off alone and waited for the driver to hand me my stuff. The night watchman walked up to me and handed me scape of paper. "Here is the number for a Cab, the depots closed until six, so you have to get a ride from here, payphones are over there." He said pointing over his shoulder. I nodded slightly, my long black hair falling over my shoulder and covering half my face. I pushed it back and he jumped slightly. I think he thought I was a girl. I'm used to that though, having been mistaken for a girl before, because of my hair and slender body. My hair is black and so long that the narrow top knot braid reaches down to my hips. I have dark brown eyes that almost appear black. Thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. I have the classic indian brow and bridge so my eyes are a bit deep set. I stand at about five foot five and weigh about 105 lbs. Tall for a thirteen year old, but not too tall. I pulled my luggage into a small pile and walked over to the pay phones digging in my pocket for change. I knew Max said he was going to meet me here when the bus pulled up, but he wasn't here yet. All that was in the parking lot was a jeep and a beat up oldsmobile. I fumbled with the phone as I started to put change into the coin slot. "Save the quaters!" Someone screamed in my ear. I jumped about a foot in the air and the phone bounced off the top of the mini booth. I spun and was ready to fight for my life. Max was standing about three feet away and was trying hard not to laugh. "You...you...piece of.." I started to sputter. "Hahaha, you should see your face!" He busted out laughing. I heard another laugh come from the jeep. I stared at my mad cousin for a moment before looking at the Jeep. I saw someone get off and lift something out of the back seat and put it in the small rear bed of the Jeep. Max was still laughing when we picked up my bags and started over to the still chuckling stranger. Max was struggling with my portable stereo while I was dragging my suitcase and had my travel bag over my shoulder. He looks just like I remember him, still shorter then me by about three inches and just over 90 lbs, same dark brown hair and brown eyes, but on a smaller frame. Where my bones are a bit heavier, and his more fine. "Woof! This thing is heavy!" He whined as he carried my el cheapo Emerson portable. I laughed and punched his arm. "Oww!" He cried, "What was that for?" "For scaring the shit outta me, Punk!" "It wasn't my idea!" "Yeah...right, and just who's idea was it then?" "Mine" came a deeper voice out of the darkness. I came to a sudden stop. There in front of me hold his hand out was this five foot nine Stud!!! He must have been about seventeen or sixteen and stacked! His black tee shirt hugged his chest and was tucked into the coolest 501's I ever saw. He had tears in all the right places with the treads frayed and hanging loose at the knees and at regular intervals up his thighs. I could see his pale skin in the distant street lights. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair. I could see the makings of a hot tan showing on his arms and in the tears of his jeans. "Jesse...Meet Paul, Paul...Jesse, my cousin, my brother" Max said, pointing with his chin as he struggled to get my stereo in the back of the Jeep. "Glad to meetcha" he said, taking my loose hand and giving it a small squeeze before taking my suitcase from my nerveless fingers. My world was suddenly focused on this hot giant. I dont know what exactly happened but the next thing I know we are cruising down 8th street, while Max and Paul are pointing out cars and places and groups of people. "...and that's where you can take some chick for some fun if you want a place thats quick and private." Max yelled over AC/DC's "Shoot to thrill". I didn't really look, I turned my head where he was pointing only to see Paul checking me out in his mirror. For a moment I thought I saw his intense stare flicker before he looked at the road again. Max was laughing and throwing his arms in the air, letting out an ear piercing scream every now and then. There were a few cars that honked and flashed their lights at us. Both Max and Paul keep waving and calling out names. I had trouble keeping my hair from blinding me as it whipped passed my face. Max and I had been best friends since we were in diapers. He was the sun and I was the night as his dad put it. We were polar opposites, he was always loud and I was always quiet. My hair was black and his brown. I could tan very easily and he would just burn. Seeing us together no one would ever suspect we were so closely related at first cousins. We were the same age, his birthday only five days before mine. I finally just pulled my hair back and wrapped my top knot braid around it to hold it in place since I didn't have anything to tie it up with. "Hey, Cuz, you have any extra cash?" Max yelled in my ear. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and he snatched out of my hands. "Whoa! You're loaded!" he yelled pulling out my prize possesions two crisp one hundred dollar bills. He leaned over and said something in Paul's ear and he nodded. I had to grab the roll bar as we took a turn that threatened to eject me from the jeep. With a squeal of his tires, Paul pulled into a convienence store and jump out grabbing one of the bills. Max was just giggling. "Hey, man, it's good to see ya" "You too, Max" "So how was the trip..." We spoke while Paul was in the store. Soon we were chatting like no time had passed since he moved to Rapid two years ago. Paul came out with two bags loaded with junk food and magazines. We were soon back on the road and not long after that we pulled into this single level house. I couldn't remember getting off the main streets of the city. My study of Paul had occupied my mind as we rode. His laugh was already ingrained in my mind. I couldn't help getting slightly flushed when he would watch me through his mirror. There were a bunch of other boys waiting and Max introduced me in passing just as he pulled out a bunch of porno mags and handed them around. Puberty was coming on strong, but I couldn't get into the Playboys that Max and his friends were gawking at. I just didn't find the pictures of naked women appealing, but I ohhed and ahhed with them as each page was turned. Paul seemed to be checking out the boys instead of the pictures. He got more excited watching them adjust erections and squirm. I secretly began watching him. Something strange possessed me when I knew he turned his attention to me, I started to flex my hips and arch my back. I don't know why, but I wanted to give him some eye candy. His eyes widened slightly when I suddenly turned and looked at has face and smiled. He shyly smiled back and turned away. After Max and I saw the last of his friends out the door, I asked about Paul. "He's quiet" he said, shrugging his shoulders, "doesn't go out much and when he does, he usually keeps to himself." That didn't tell me much and I wanted to know more. There was something almost 'hungry' about the way he was studying us that night, something that made my cock twitch. I thought that maybe I was just horny for that moment. Summer was starting in full swing and the days were blazing hot. After Max showed me around his little burg, often getting Paul to take us around. I soon found myself watching Paul more and more. Memorizing his little details, the way he smiled, or blushed, or chuckled. I was about to discover a side of me that determined the rest of my life. For about two weeks, every time that I saw Paul, I would smile and give him a little show, jutting my hips, bending over in front of him, stuff like that. At first I was just teasing him, knowing what it did to him. At times we would wrestle and no matter who was winning, I would press my body into his from whatever angle we were at. He would be gasping by the time we quit. Occasionally I would see fraustration color his face, but he always suppressed it. I was enjoying myself immensely. During one match, I felt something hard pressed into my back, I pressed back and a moan escaped his lips. He grabbed the inside of my right thigh to flip me over. I spread my legs and tried to spin away from him. He was ready for that and locked one of his ankles with mine. I reversed the spin and slid directly under him. He pushed his knees down to stop my turn and ended up between my legs. I reacted immediately and tried to scoot forward, but all he did was settle his weight down on me. I felt his hardness press between my ass cheeks and as I struggled I only succeeded in grinding against it. After a couple of moments of trying to get away from his hold, he suddenly released me and laid on his stomach. "You win." He said. His eyes drifted to my shorts. I followed his gaze and discovered myself hard and leaking pre-cum. I turned beet red. He said not to worry about it, it happens to him all the time. I was embarassed anyway. That night as I jacked myself, I couldn't help but remember what it felt like to have Paul's body pressing into mine. The thought of his hard cock sliding around my ass sent me over the edge and I came so forcefully that I nearly blacked out for a moment. That never happened in the year that I had been masturbating. I kept hearing a whisper, it took me a moment to realize that I was chanting 'Paul' to the darkness. I knew what I wanted right there and then, I wanted Paul's cock. It scared me a little, realizing what I had to have. I had to have Paul! Every part of me screamed with the discovery. I thought of my family and what they would think. What about my folks? They always gave me what I wanted and needed and this would just crush them! I knew it, yet I knew I was gone. In the back of my mind, something new and wild was being born. I wanted a shy sixteen year old to have sex with me, plain and simple. Once that thought crossed my mind, the rest fell into place. I would have to wait and find a day when I could get him alone with sufficient time and privacy. I started to plan a seduction. I started my little plan by becoming very shy around Paul, kinda hiding myself for the first couple of days. Turning so that he would only see me in profile. At first he seemed a little disappointed, but I wasn't finished with him yet. He would try to get me to wrestle with him, but I would hold out until he was almost begging me to. Then after much coaxing and begging I would say 'Ok' and assume the position. His hands were always shaking when he first put them around my back to rest his hand directly on my stomach. After a few attemts to escape, I would let him get a good angle. When he would try to position us so that he could rub against me, I would put a token resistance and then give him the dominant position. Once in place, I would stop resisting and slowly hump back against him for a few moments and sigh quietly. I would let him rub for a few moments and then break free and tell him that he won, all the while trying to hide my hard on. It had the effect I wanted. At first he would just accept my surrender, but as more and more time and matches happened it took him longer to let go of me. Soon, my shy little victim, started to come over to our house on his own. As the days passed, he became more bold in his body contact with me. Coming up and putting his arm around my shoulders, grabbing my ass and squeezing until I cried out. I would shyly return his play for a little while, then, almost guiltily pull away and put this confused look on my face. His concerned expression and gentle words told me that I had him. The crowning moment came when I surprised him by going over to his house by myself and challenging him to wrestle once we were in his room. He accepted and in a few moments we were a tangle of legs and arms struggling for position. I was on my back again and knew he was hard when I stopped resisting. He looked down into my eyes for a moment. He questioning expression turned to surprise when I pushed my own hard on against his. After a moment he pushed back. A few seconds later we were grinding against each other. I was so excited that I nearly forgot what I came to do, it would have been so easy just to submit to him then, but I wanted to control things. He was braced up on his hands as his hips gyrated against mine. I shocked him again when I suddenly lifted my face to his and quickly kissed him. I smiled shyly up at him, and slid my hands to his ass, pulling him into me. Cupping and squeezing in time with the our dry humping. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue probe my lips. I slowly parted them and let him slide it in. He had stopped rubbing when he started kissing me, but started again as his tongue began to whip around my mouth. Once again, I nearly gave in to him, but I just couldn't let it go. I could feel his body start to tense and I knew my moment had come. With his tongue still wrapped around mine, I moaned and when entirely stiff. I suddenly sat up and pushed him away. "I gotta...I gotta go." I gasped and stood up only to haunch over slightly with each step gasping as I went along. "No...you don't have to" Paul pleaded, "I know what happened..." I gave him this look of horror and bolted out the door. That part wasn't acting, I actually started coming in my jeans when I saw the desperate look on his face and his quivering bulge. I ran down his steps feeling cum spraying inside my jeans with each step. I was whimpering by the time I reached the front door and was on my bike, pumping my pedals like a madman. I was nearly a block away by the time my orgasm started to ease. I had to stop and get some air. I looked down and saw this huge wet spot spreading down both my legs. I put my head down on my arms, leaning into the handlebars. "Just a little while longer." I pleaded with myself. At that moment I didn't know who I was torturing more, Paul or myself. I hid from Paul for a while trying to re-establish my goal, I knew we were going to 'do it', but I wanted to be in charge of it. Not so much as dominating him, but by controling what happens. It was definite that I would lose my virginity all the way around when it did happen though. One day we decided to head to one of the lakes that surround Rapid City. My mom had called when I wasn't there and left a message that she would call again. I told Max to go ahead without me and that I would catch up to them after she called. "I'll stay with you." Paul said. Max didn't even bat an eye, as he hopped out the door and was gone. It was time. With Max's parents at work and everyone else was heading to the lake, I finally had Paul alone. The worst thing that could possibly happen did...I was nervous. I searched my mind for something to stall with. "Uhm...I going to take a quick shower." I said, just as he opened his mouth to say something. He just nodded and sat on the couch. I nearly ran down the hallway to the bathroom and shut the door. A couple of heart beats later, I was in the shower. I set the temperature low to help calm me down. It didn't work too well. I lathered up and rinsed and lathered up again, stalling. I was just rinsing my hair when I heard the phone ring. A few seconds later, there was a knocking at the door. "Your Mom's on the phone." Paul called out. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, holding the open sides together. Paul was holding up the phone when I got there. "Hello?" "Hi, honey, just called to see how you were doing." "I'm alright..." We talked for a few minutes. She told me that she was wiring me some money and that she and my dad were going on vacation and would be gone for a couple of weeks. I told her to enjoy themselves and that I would see them when I got back. I had forgotten about Paul while I was on the phone, but I was reminded the moment I hung up. I turned around and there was Paul standing right next to me holding his shirt in front of his very naked hips. "Do you want to wrestle?" he asked as he dropped the shirt and revealed a thick seven inch cock. I was speechless. He walked up to me and pulled me into a kiss. All my plans melted in that passionate minute. My arms snaked around his waist as my growing cock mashed up against his rock hard member. My legs spread a little as I pressed against him. I felt his hand slide down my body to grasp my now straining 4 inch cock. He broke the kiss and fell to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth. I pushed in a little until he gagged. He kept taking me deeper until he had me all the in. He pulled me down to the floor where I spun and started sucking his cock. We soon had a rythym going, and as I worked my head up and down, I started to take more of him in. Before long, I surprised both of us by taking him down to his pubes. We were both moaning and thrusting gently into each others mouths. My neck was getting sore from doing this unfamiliar action, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. The taste of his precum had me instantly addicted, I wanted all of it. A few moments later, I felt his finger snake along my ass and gently start to probe my hole. I moaned and started sucking harder. As I felt it slowly start to penetrate, I started stroking his long shaft faster and fasted sucking on just the head. He pulled his finger away from my hole and pulled off my cock. I was about to do the same when his other hand grabbed the back of my head and kept me in place. The next thing I knew, his finger was back lubed with spit and pushing against my hole. I felt a little pain as it slide in, but he started sucking me again. Before long, he was finger fucking me jabbing my prostate with ever push. I felt my orgasm build. I sped up my hands and mouth on his cock. He started grunting and jerkily thrusting his hips. With a muffled scream, he pushed in as far as he could, with both his cock and his finger. I didn't think I was ready to cum, but when he pulled back a little and flooded my mouth with my first taste, my cum started shooting down his throat. Blast after blast filled my mouth to overflowing, as I filled his. I kept sucking trying to get it all, he did the same. He pulled his finger out of my hole, causing another spasm from my balls. I kept sucking even after he pulled my cock out of his mouth. "Please stop." he said, after a few seconds. I reluctantly pulled myself away from him. He sat up and pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I sat in his lap. I reached back and pulled his softening cock between my ass cheeks and started to stroke him, but he stopped me. "I want to, but we have to catch up with others soon." He said, pointing at the clock. I looked up in shock, two hours and forty minutes had passed since my mom called. I nodded and waited for him to move, he didn't. I leaned in and kissed him. "I want more of this...and I want you to be my first." I said as I gave his cock a squeeze with my ass. "I want you to be mine too." He said and kissed me again. ********************************************************************* How was it? Let me know at lizard_tales@hotmail.com or stop by the website http://members.tripod.com/lizard_tales/ to read my story and others by my close friend Jay Trower.