TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Anderson's Tale
I was sixteen, he was older. It would have been illegal in some states.
I was born and grew up in a very small, very rural Indiana town. Less than 2,000 people lived in the town limits, and less than another thousand lived in the rest of the county. In the neighboring counties on all sides were bigger cities: to the south was the state capitol, which was home to over a million people. But around my little town was nothing but farms and forest preserves and reservoirs. At least my folks weren't farmers and I wasn't a farm kid. Mom worked at the only hospital around, in the next town over, dad owned a plot of land outside town where he had a junk yard and recycling center where his family's old house still stood but was in too bad of a condition to live in.
The town had a gas station, a police station with an unmarked police car, a drug store, a flower and party store, a hardware and ag store, and a pizza shop. When I was twelve, the couple that owned the pizza shop sold it to a guy who moved into the apartment next to it.
There was an elementary school, but seventh and eighth grades went to the junior high in the next county, about fifteen miles away. The high school was almost twenty miles away in almost the same direction, the same town where mom worked at the hospital.
I had an older brother and two younger sisters. James was eighteen when I was sixteen, when I messed around with someone else for the first time. Not my brother. Though, Jimmy and me had done a lot of show-and-tell and brotherly 'nad grabbing. I'd seen him beating off the first time when I was eleven. I don't think it was his first time. I sometimes wondered if that was at least partly why I turned out gay. I doubt it. But I did think about it a lot, and tried to see it again. Which I did. More often than he knew. By the time I turned sixteen I didn't try catching him at it much anymore. I was more interested in sex with someone not my brother than peeking on him when he beat one off.
So, I grew up in this tiny little town, seeing bigger towns when I went to other schools, and I'd been to the big city a few times. When I turned fifteen, I was pretty gangly and awkward. I was growing fast and was the tallest guy in my tenth grade class. I had red hair and blue-gray eyes, a few light freckles, a kind of long, narrow face, and was almost horse-faced. But I had a strong jaw and a big smile. I was doing okay in school, not great, I was no brain, and okay at sports. Not great there either. I liked baseball the most, and played it for the most part, but wasn't very good. My arms and legs were so long, they seemed to get in my own way more often than doing what I wanted them to.
By the time I was sixteen, I was pretty tall and less skinny, gaining some muscles from baseball and some wrestling and weight lifting. My folks gave me a car before my birthday, one dad had picked up and fixed up at the junk yard. Seven-year-old Mustang. V6 and a four-speed. Triple black convertible. My friends were so jealous. Almost everyone was.
And I started getting a lot of attention from the girls. I'd been glad to avoid that so far, but now girls were coming up to me and talking to me and asking if I was going out with anyone and what I was doing on this day or that day.
I really didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew I needed a job for gas and insurance and just to have my own money. In my town that meant working at one of the grain mills, one of the produce co-ops, for one of the house repair guys, or getting a job out of town. I tried all the places in the neighboring towns, like fast food places and mall stores and places that hired sixteen-year-olds.
I didn't get anything but a couple of interviews that never called back. Then one day I was in the pizza shop, talking to the owner, and he mentioned how he was going to rent the empty store next door and put in a video rental store.
Great idea!
I even got to earn a few bucks helping him clean up the old empty store, and paint and fix up the place, put in more lights, and build the shelves for the movies. It looked pretty good when it was done, and I'd earned over a hundred dollars.
Paul was a pretty okay guy for being almost thirty. He was in good shape, and used to play soccer in high school. He liked good music from classic rock bands, and good movies. We got along more like friends than I thought I would with a guy so much older than me. He was my first adult friend I guess. He made me feel more adult when I hung around with him, anyway.
He hired me to work for him when the video store opened. I already knew the scanning system and the inventory. He had a guy knock through the wall in two places; one so the employees had a way back and forth between the two stores, and another so the customers had their own way between the two stores. You could come into the video store, look for a movie, rent it, walk into the pizza shop, pick up your order, and leave through the other front door.
I mostly worked the video store, and after a while I would take a pizza delivery if it got that busy. He usually did the pizza runs. Sundays, after work, if I had time, I'd stay and we'd close up, and walk over to his apartment next door, in the end of the same building, and take a movie and a pizza with us.
His living room was set up so that the small couch was in front of the big screen, and two chairs sat to the sides, and he had a surround-sound system.
So I sat on the small couch in front of the big-screen and in the surround sweet spot with him all the time, watching movies, eating pizza. He usually changed out of his work clothes, so sometimes he'd be in just a robe.
Once I asked him if he'd ever been married. He said that once he'd almost gotten married, but she'd gotten too possessive and demanding, wanting to know where he was if he wasn't home right after work or something. I kind of thought I could understand that.
He'd asked me about girls. Not all the time, but he knew I was getting asked out, and I had told him I didn't know which girl to go out with yet.
We were watching a horror movie and the pizza was gone one night when he asked me if I'd even done anything with a girl yet. I thought about saying I had, but I felt the blush already, and could tell I had blown that, so I shook my head. He said most guys didn't before sixteen, and quite a lot still hadn't by eighteen.
I said, "All my friends have."
"They're just probably making it up," he said.
"No. I know they have."
I knew them and their girlfriends. I knew my four best friends had all lost their virginities. They all knew, and most of the school knew, I hadn't.
"That's okay. You will when you will. Don't rush it."
I agreed, and we talked about other stuff.
Over the next couple of months, mostly between my sports calendar, we watched a movie and ate pizza or subs in his apartment after closing the stores, and talked about girls. He gave me advice about how to talk to them, how they thought, and how not to piss them off without knowing it. And how to play with their bodies. He was giving me boners how he was talking about how to do stuff.
One day I was working on a Saturday, and a white van pulled up to the store. The guy came in and asked if my boss was around. I told him next door, and he went over. Then a couple of minutes later I see Paul going out to the box truck with the guy and climb in the door in the side. Later, Paul came out with a box. Later, as we closed, I asked.
"He was selling used movies," Paul said, giving me a grin I knew meant there was something more to it. So I asked. Then he said, "He had a few pornos, too."
"Did you get any?"
"Sure did."
"Cool. What ones?"
"I'll show you when we're finished closing up."
And he did. Twenty pornos in colorful boxes. We put inventory numbers on the tags and boxes, and put them up in the little closed off area next to the counter.
"Can I take one home?" I asked, hard as steel in my jeans.
Just the covers were hot! The guys" dick and the girls" titties and pussies were covered with stars, but, yeah. Other than a couple of porn magazines through friends so far, these were the most pornographic things I'd ever seen. And that was just the boxes!
"Yeah, right," he laughed. "You have to be eighteen to rent these."
"Oh, come on! I won't tell!"
"No way. You get caught with that by your parents, or you brag to your friends, and I get a visit from the cops. Nope."
"You know I won't tell," I insisted.
"Yeah, I know you won't. I think. But accidents happen. You're not taking any of these out of here."
"Damn!"
I laughed about it, but I was kind of pissed. He could have done me a favor, ya know?
"You really wanna see one?"
"Duh!" I shot, still looking at the covers one by one, but favoring one that said it was ten horny dicks and ten horny pussies and blow-jobs galore. And a couple of the guys in those ten small pictures were really hot.
"Chose one."
"This one," I said, picking it off the shelf.
"Bring it with us. It can be the movie for tonight."
"Are you kidding?"
Watch a porn with him?
Why not? Maybe something'll happen!
No way.
And he'd probably think I was a fag if I said yes.
But he offered.
What the hell?
I shrugged and laughed, then said, "Okay."
"Okay."
When our pizza was done, he gathered up the day's money, I carried the pizza and movie, and we walked over to his apartment.
I was so hard it hurt. I needed to adjust it, but I had a pizza with a movie on top of it in both hands.
Once we got inside, he went to change, and I got my boner more comfortable in my pants. I could've got off in a second if I tried. I put the movie in and hit play and then pause, and got plates and napkins and the grated cheese and peppers from his fridge along with sodas.
He came back wearing his robe and socks, and I was pretty sure he had a bulge already. Mine hadn't gone down one bit.
"Hit it," he said as usual as he sat down.
No plot, nothing you'd call acting, and no frills. One couple kissing, turned into a couple doing oral, turned into a couple fucking. Ten times in a row. Some of the guys were really hot, a couple were okay, a couple were pretty ugly. But it was ten cocks! And ten sets of nuts! And ten asses, chests, faces.
He talked though most of the scenes. "See, that's how you play with their clit right. Not the way the last guy did." Stuff like that. What I was really interested in was how to suck cock. I paid the closest attention at those points. It looked like so much fun. It was during those blow-job scenes that my dick danced the most.
I was so charged up by the last scene that I felt like my dick was plugged into a light socket! I could really fell my body buzzing. My dick felt like it was vibrating, and going numb. I couldn't wait to get home and pound one out.
"Can you stand up yet?" he asked, laughing.
"No," I laughed back.
"Me either."
After a couple of seconds, he asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"It's kind of personal, and if you don't want to answer it, just don't, or say so. Whatever."
"Okay. What?"
I'd told him I was still a virgin, what was such a big deal beside that?
"How big is it?"
???
I didn't even know if I should ask if I'd heard him right or not. I was just sort of stunned.
"How big is it?" he asked again. "Over six inches yet?"
"Huh?"
"Well, most guys end up with about six inches. But you've got those big hands and long fingers, and you're tall and stuff. I expect you've already got those six inches, and you're heading for seven already."
I stared at him, thinking, can he really tell that?
"Am I right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Cool. I thought you'd be hung. Can I see?"
See???
"None of my friends in school had red hair, so I've always wanted to see a guy with red pubes."
HUH???
I really couldn't think clearly.
"Tell ya what. Show off that big cock of yours, and your pubes and nuts, let me have a good, close, long look, and you can have the living room to yourself while you watch the movie again before you go."
"You... you mean..."
"I mean, let me see how you're growing down there, and I'll go to bed and you can watch the movie and beat off before you go home."
I thought about it, liking the idea of even getting to beat it to that movie, and I nodded.
"Cool. So, stand up, turn toward me, and I'll do the rest."
I stood up, turned toward him, and he started undoing my jeans. I'd never felt anything like I did at that moment. I tingled inside like crazy, and my dick was so hard it felt like hot iron. And it jumped and bounced as I felt his fingers working the button and then the zipper. My jeans fell down to my ankles. My dick pushed out the front of my boxers.