Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 23:31:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Buck Doefawn Subject: The First Summer part one This story is intended for adults only. If this type of story is illegal where you live neither I nor Nifty can be held responsible if you read it. Please enjoy and comment good or bad I want to hear from you. The characters in this story are minors and it gets steamy early on but I can assure you that none of the events took place anywhere but in the mind of this author. I retain the rights to this story but feel free to distribute to any non-pay site as you wish. Enjoy. The First Summer Part one: People like me shouldn't have to live in small towns. I go to a high school with fewer that two hundred students and I'm totally alone. I'm the only person like me in this town and life here is hard enough without the thoughts that burden my mind. Even early on, I was different. I just never seemed to get along with the other guys at school. I've never had any sort of talent in or any desire to really get into any sort of sports and that, unfortunately, seems to be the only thing that the guys my age seem to do around here. I eventually learned how to be content with being alone. If you met me you would probably call me a dreamer because I always have my mind somewhere else, usually in a book or entranced by some movie. Life for me stayed the same until I turned fourteen and I began to realize why I was different. It started in the late summer in the first week of August. I had just celebrated my fourteenth birthday less than a week prior and the summer heat had me hiding in a patch of woods in between our farm and one of our neighbors' pastures. I was lounging in my favorite spot against an enormous oak tree thinking of the approaching fall and the start of my freshman year. It was getting close to four and I decided to cut through the pastures and head up to the filling station for a soda. On the return trip, I was about halfway through my neighbors' pasture, when I noticed someone else was just sort of standing a few yards ahead of me. I realized that it was a boy about my age and that I had never seen him in town before. I went to investigate why somebody was in my neighbors' pasture and as I drew closer to him I could tell that he was definitely not from around here. His clothes weren't exactly the type you'd see out here in the sticks. When I got within speaking distance, I asked him what his name was and what he was doing in this pasture. "My name is Andrew Brenner.", he replied, "I'm staying with my aunt and uncle until my dad gets back home from overseas. Why are you in this field?" "I'm Michael Forrester; my parents own the neighboring farm. I'm on my way home and I'm taking a shortcut through the pasture." I answered. "There isn't much to do around here for fun is there?" "Not unless you're good at football." "I'm not really into sports, what do you usually do for fun?" As I thought of an answer that wouldn't make me sound like a pansy, I took the time to get a real good look at this new boy. From what I could tell we were roughly the same height, build, and hair color. The only real noticeable things about him were that he wore his hair to his shoulders, bangs tucked back behind his ears, and that he has a pale complexion. When I looked into his eyes I saw the most intense green I've ever seen. "I usually read a lot or escape from the heat that is when I don't have any chores to do." "God this is really the middle of nowhere!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, I know what you mean."; "I've lived here all my life." During the course of our short conversation, the sun had started to make its way down below the tree line and the cool of the night was at last freeing us from the heat. "Hey, I've got to get going. It's almost dinnertime." he said, "Are you going to be out here tomorrow?" "Yeah, I'll probably out here most of the day after I'm done with my chores." "Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" he inquired. "Sure.", I replied, "Do you want to meet up back here at around eight tomorrow morning?" "That would be cool." he said, "I'll see you then." As we turned to go our separate ways, I found myself looking back over my shoulder to watch him walk away. I had butterflies in my stomach in the anticipation of hanging out with him in the morning. After he was out of sight, I ducked under the fence and made my way up to the house. I stopped in the mud room and pulled my boots of and sighed relief at the coolness of the tile floor on my tired feet. As I sat down for supper with my parents, I kept replaying the short encounter between Andrew and me in my head. There was something about him that I just had to keep revisiting. I just did not know what it was. I kept pondering this as I showered and got ready for bed. After crawling under my cool cotton sheets, I lay there contemplating what the next day would bring. All the while, my hand idly started its way down to my dick and made itself busy rolling my foreskin back and forth over my ever sensitive head. Thoughts of Andrew flickered through my mind like a movie, as the waves of pleasure begin to stir deep inside me. I began to picture Andrew's round backside and the way it moved when he walked away. I was almost there now. With my free hand, I threw the sheets down to my knees right before I bucked my hips and unleashed hot ropes of cum onto my chest. After the pleasure subsided, I lay there, totally exhausted covered in sweat and the sticky aftermath of my ejaculation. As a cool summer breeze blew through my open window, shivers ran through me as I came to realize what had just happened. Right before I came, I had thought of Andrew. The images of him went through my head again and I could feel my pulse quicken as I started to panic. I had never thought of anyone before while I was masturbating and the first time it happens it is of a boy. What did this mean about me? I knew I was a bit different from the other boys in town, but up until now I had not really thought why. This was going to take some serious soul searching on my part, but that would have to wait, sleep was calling me of to dreamland with the promise of a full day to figure this out and hang out with Andrew. I woke up at six got dressed and went downstairs to get some breakfast. After the night I had and the thoughts I knew I had to figure out, all in all, I was looking forward to getting to know this new boy, Andrew, and to see if there was something to this or if I was just freaking myself out. With breakfast done, I went out to do my chores. After mucking out the stalls and laying down fresh straw, I went to search out Andrew. I found him in roughly the same place I met him yesterday evening. "Hey, Andrew." I called. "Morning Michael, man, I had the best sleep I've ever had last night." In the morning light, I took the chance to look over him again to try and figure out what it was about him that attracted me so much. He looked just the same this morning as he did last night. "So, what are we going to do today?" "It's going to be real hot again today, how's about hanging out in the woods?" "Sounds fine by me. You lead the way." So I lead him into the woods to the trail that led to my oak tree. I planned on us hanging out there and just talking for a while to get to know him. "So Andrew, where are you from?" I asked him. "Dad and I lived just outside of Fort Campbell." "Do you have a lot of friends back there?" "If I told you I did it would be a lie. Dad and I moved around quite a bit and I'm really not that good at making friends." he said while looking down at his feet. "You've got to be kidding. You are so good looking, how can you have so much trouble making friends?" "It's guess that it's my fault really. I usually read a lot and watch movies. It's easier than being disappointed. Do you really think I'm good looking?" 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself. I must have let that slip. What does he think I'd meant by that? "I just mean you aren't bad looking. Sheesh, if I were a girl, I'd be all over you." "Girls, gosh, I have nothing to do with them." "You seem like a good guy and I think you can keep a secret, so I'm going to trust you with something I haven't told a soul. First, you have to swear to me to take this to your grave." "Whatever you tell me here at this tree will stay at this tree if you do the same for me. I swear it." Andrew then looked at me directly, his piercing green eyes unblinking as he drew a deep breath. "Michael, I think I might be gay." He let out the rest of his breath in a sigh as his bombshell fell on my ears and exploded, giving me hope and courage. "Alright," I said, "It's my turn to tell you something, but I don't want to freak you out, o.k." "Lay it on me man" After a minute or so to gather more courage and a few nervous breaths, I began. "Andrew... I think I like you." The words were hard to say but the internal conflict I'd been having since last night melted away. "Are you fucking with me, 'cause if you are..." "No, I'm totally serious. You're hot." That was new; I had never used those words to describe anyone before. Then I lost it. A new weight crashed down upon my shoulders. I just admitted to myself and my only friend that I was gay. I drew my knees up to my chest and started sobbing. I then felt a real weight on me. It was Andrew, drawing me into his chest. There we set, my tears wetting my face and his arms offering warmth and comfort. The steady in and out of his chest pressing against my back as his breath blew in my ear soothed me and after a while I calmed and the tears dried up. I didn't know how to feel. This discovery about myself hit me without warning. I was left shaken and quiet within my own thoughts. "It'll be alright," Andrew whispered in my ear, "I know just how you feel. It's a hard thing to come to terms with." "I didn't realize it 'till I told you." "So, you really like me?" "Yeah." Andrew was still holding me against his chest and I was beginning to feel a growing lump prodding me in the small of my back. "I like you too Michael." "I already know that Andrew, your dick is kind of giving that away." "Oh, sorry about that. You know how it is.", Andrew replied. I definitely knew all about it. My own wood was doing its best to explode threw the fly of my jeans. "It's okay," I said, "I really don't mind." "Do you want to see it?" "Yeah, do you want to see mine too?" "Sure." Andrew then let me go and moved to stand in front of me. He let out a long nervous sigh and unbuttoned his jeans. I watched his hand lower his zipper to reveal his boxer-briefs stretched tight across his erection. He let out another long sigh and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and pushed both his jeans and underwear down to his knees with and audible slap as his erection sprung up against his abdomen. It was about six inches long, of medium thickness, and uncut like mine. "Your turn." I rose to my feet and I undid my jeans and lowered them along with my underwear revealing my erection to Andrew. I liked my dick. It was close to six and a half inches and my foreskin covered my head even when I was boned up. I looked back up to Andrew just as his hood rolled back exposing his glistening head and a long strand of precut hanging from his piss slit. "So what do you think?" "It's not that different from mine is it?" I replied, "I guess I like it. "Do you want to touch it?" Without bothering to answer him, I gently wrapped my fingers around his member. The skin was so soft and delicate, I was surprised by the heat it gave off. I let out a small gasp when I felt his hand start to feel around the base of my wood. His fingers gingerly tickled my pubes and I felt precum start to ooze out of my piss slit. Andrew scooped up some with his fingers and licked it. "Dude that's gross!" "No, it actually tastes pretty good. Try it." He scooped up some of his own precum and presented it for me to try. He liked it well enough but I was skeptical. Mom always says to try new things so I licked the sticky stuff off of his finger. It had a tangy sort of sweet flavor to it that I found I quite liked. "Wow. That is pretty good." I said sounding surprised. "Can I have some more of yours?" Andrew asked. "You can have all you want." Andrew then dropped down to his knees and rolled back my hood. Another blob of precum oozed out and he licked it from my head with a flick of his tongue. "Hey what are you doing?" I asked slightly startled. "Dude relax you will like this." Relaxing was a bit hard to do for a fourteen year old when he's stark naked from the waist down and standing in front of some one. Andrew renewed his grasp around the base of my dick and again flicked his tongue over my oozing piss slit. Ripples of electricity shot up through my dick flooding my mind with waves of pleasure. Just when I thought the pleasure could not get any better he pressed his soft lips against my head allowing my dick to invade the hot, wet, warmth of his teenage mouth. I involuntarily let out a moan as my hands rose up from my sides to find themselves resting on his head running through his silky hair. He rhythmically bobbed his head back and forth with gentle suction coaxing the precum to add the flavor of my dick in his mouth. Time seemed to stand still while Andrew had his mouth wrapped around my cock. More moans escaped my lips as the sun's rays shown through the leaves illuminating the two of us in my favorite place on earth. My orgasm was now fast approaching and I was powerless to stop it. My legs started to shake and all my muscles seemed to spasm as my dick erupted in Andrews's mouth. As he received the first volley he pressed forward completely and let my shaft ride down his throat compounding the intensity of the pleasure I was experiencing. I was dripping with sweat and my cock was deflating rapidly as if it were scarred from the lack of pleasure as it hung out in the open air again. I had a huge grin on my face. "I told you that you'd like it didn't I." Andrew said sounding quite pleased with himself. "Yeah that was so fucking awesome. Where did you learn to do that?" "I said that I didn't have a lot of friends but I had one. His name is Curtis. He and I were pretty good friends and we did a lot of this kind of stuff together." "Did you like him?" I asked. "I thought I did." Andrew seemed to gather his thoughts. "In the end he wanted to `go all the way', but I didn't want to go that far at the time. Curtis got upset and I never have seen him after that." "That must have bummed you out." "It did at first but I figured out later that he was just using me to get off." "Speaking of getting off..." I wrapped my hand around his dick and rolled back his foreskin. "I think it is about time you and I finish what we started." Andre reclined against the oak tree and closed his eyes as I set to work. I stroked his member a couple of times and another blob of precum was added to the gooey mess dripping from my hand. I wasted no time in licking the next emission from his drum tight head. Andrew let out a low groan which only spurred on the erotic ministrations I was giving his penis. I brought his dickhead to my lips and bathed it in kisses swirling my tongue around it. I was trying hard to give Andrew as much pleasure as he'd given me. I slowly lowered my lips over his head and started to envelop his rigid shaft. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head and heard his breath as low moans and drawn out sighs. I was enjoying myself allowing my hands to freely roam his body. His thighs were smooth, firm, and hairless but it was the lower part of his abdomen right above his tight compact bush that I couldn't keep my hands off of. "Oh, oh, oh shit!" Andrew exclaimed. "Here it comes!" I felt his body go rigid and his breath get sporadic as his cock started to twitch rhythmically in my mouth; erupting teen cum on my tongue and down my throat. "That was good." "I'm glad you liked it." I sat back on one foot with my arms hugging my knee into my chest enjoying the sun on my shoulders and the gentle breeze on my dangling genitals. Andrew too seemed to be enjoying himself here in my little place in the woods. "I never realized how good it feels to just be naked outside." I said. The questions underneath the simple statement laden with wondering about the boy I was just sharing my first sexual experience with. I was content though my mind was still being blitzkrieged with guilt. My emotions seem to always show on my face. I'm really and easy read. How is it I've gone this far in life unscathed? I was not really surprised that Andrew knew what I was thinking. He seemed the type of person that would. "I used to feel guilty about this kind of thing myself." Andrew in his beautiful whisper of a voice. "Trust me when I say it lessens with time." "I know but this goes against everything I've ever been taught." "Deep down does it really feel wrong? Try to ignore all you've been told and just listen to your own mind." I focused my thoughts and though I was not entirely set, I realized a thread of truth ran through it and led me back to an answer that I could live with. "I guess you're right, I wasn't quite happy with myself before now. Thank you." "You're welcome but that really isn't necessary. Michael you helped me today too. There is just something about you that puts me at ease and allows me to be open about myself which is not easy for me." "You do the same thing for me. I couldn't stop thinking about you at all last night. At first that made me freak out a bit, now being with you feels natural. The other stuff is just icing on the cake." "It does feel natural. All of it does, what we just did was hot and I haven't even shown you everything yet." "You mean there's more!" I said as my dick started to rise again. "You bet your hot ass there's sucking, stroking, rimming, fingering, and kissing. Then there is an unlimited variety to positions to fuck in. Some are better that others but all of them are fun." "When can we try some of that stuff?" I was really excited. "I'm ready to try all of it." "We don't have to do everything today. Besides, you're not ready to be fucked.