TRUE FIRST TIME TALES

Andy's First Time Tale

I grew up living just around the corner from Tim. We were born less than a month apart, and our parents ended up meeting and becoming friends, so we spent a lot of time being babysat together by our moms in turn, then we went to school together. We were best friends from birth.

About the time we turned twelve, home computers were becoming common and the internet was still a fairly new thing. So we both wanted computers, and we both got one. Both used, with monochromatic screens and plug-in modems you could hear when they dialed up to connect to the internet. I got mine on my birthday, a couple of weeks before he got his.

So, being twelve, we looked up tits and boobs and naked chicks. A lot. Those fuzzy, black, white, and gray images weren't all that great, but they were all we had. We had our first turned-on boners together. We giggled and showed each other.

We'd done that before, but never in such a sexually charged way. It had been a while, too. A year or more, maybe. It had been curiosity and such, but this time it was more about boners and naked chicks. It seemed kind of weird. Still, I nodded and we dropped our pants and underwear and showed our boners.

We'd compared before, too. He'd always had the longer one while I had the fatter one. No different that time. His was long and thin and stuck up almost forty-five degrees toward the ceiling. Mine was shorter and fatter, and stuck out just above horizontal. We laughed at how both our boners bobbed up and down.

After he got his computer, and after we'd looked at those fuzzy, monochrome pictures together quite a few times, we confided in each other that we jacked our dicks now. We agreed it felt awesome and we loved to do it.

Then, one day, a friend at school offered to let us have a look at a Hustler magazine for a quarter. It was out on the playground. We stood around in a group and handed our quarters to Mike, and then he held up the magazine and flipped through it, page by page. Full-color, sharp and in focus, no flickering. Not just boobs, either. Bush, and fingers spreading pussy lips open, and all the details.

My first real sexual feeling. The blurry, monochrome images Tim and I had seen on the internet had kind of turned me on, and jacking off was great, but those magazine pictures did it so much better. I was tingly all over, not just in my pants.

At home after school, Tim told me it was his first real tingly boner too. We both laughed and giggled and grabbed our packages and talked about how sexy it was. We wished we could see such things on our computers.

"Is yours still hard?" he asked.

"Yeah!"

It was, too. Well, it had gotten hard seeing the magazine, and had been hard off and on all day. It was hard again the moment we brought up the magazine at home.

"Does yours feel funny?" he asked next.

"Yeah! Tickles!" I laughed.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said next.

Having done that before, it was no big deal to drop our pants and underwear and show off our boners again. This time was a bit more... meaningful? Since we'd seen actual, in-color, naked chicks, and boobs and nipples, and actual, pink pussy, this time it seemed more... meaningful. It's the only way I can describe it.

It sure felt a lot more... intense, this time, as I pushed my underwear down to reveal my raging little boner. It stuck out almost horizontally, as usual, while his stuck upward, almost aimed at the ceiling, and had a big, wide end on it. I noticed his balls kind of hung down a little bit instead of being the usual tight almost-sphere they had always been before. Both of our little dicks were red-headed instead of the usual flesh-tone.

"How come they look red?" I asked, wondering if something was wrong.

"I think because they've been boned all day," he said. "I read something about how a dick gets red if it stays hard for a long time."

"Where did you read that?" I asked.

"A sex page on the internet. The longer a dick is hard, the redder it gets and it can even get puffy and swollen after a long time."

"Oh."

"I got some hairs," he said next.

"Where?" I asked, not believing him.

He pulled a hair near the base of his dick, pulling his skin a bit. Another an inch away, and another almost to the side.

"Got a couple on my balls, too," he said, then found and pulled them gently too, tugging the skin of his sack a bit too.

I'm pretty sure I went, "Wow."

"Do you still beat off sometimes?" he asked next.

"Sure. You?"

"Sure. You wanna together?"

"Serious?"

"Yeah. Let's look at some pictures and do it together. Like the older guys do."

What the hell? Why not? The older guys said they do it. We'd heard them at the arcade and the library. We thought the junior high guys were gods, so if they did it, so should we.

"Okay."

We sat down at my computer and I dialed up the internet and found some pictures. They were a let-down after those magazine images, though. Still, I was so boned from those magazine pictures...

So Tim and I stroked our little dicks as I flicked through picture after picture.

It was more interesting watching Tim stroke his dick. Even at twelve. It was just so neat to see his little, red head getting stroked over by his loose skin between his thumb and two fingers. I wondered what it was like to have his longer dick and fatter head. I saw how his balls hung down just a bit, and I wondered what they felt like. They looked a bit bigger than I remembered, too. Maybe. I wondered if they were.

And the feeling of jacking it was better than ever before. It felt more intense and tingly than ever before. Just way better. I loved it.

We jacked for a while, me mostly watching Tim do it, before I felt like something different was happening. A really strong tingling began deep in my balls. I thought that it felt a lot like when I had to pee bad but had to hold it, but better and more tingly and more pleasurable. I was sure I was going to go pee.

It got stronger and stronger, and I began to really wonder if I was going to pee all over the place in front of Tim, so I stopped, said I had to pee, and went to the bathroom. I only peed a very little, and only after trying for like a minute.

Back in my room, I more watched Tim than looked at the pictures. That tingling subsided and eventually went away, so I started doing it again. That was about the time Tim took a break.

Our dicks looked sore! Our heads were so red, and the skin behind the heads were getting swollen or puffy. Mine was sure sensitive now!

So I learned to jack it and stop before I peed. I think Tim did too, because after a couple breaks, he said he was done. Normal. One of us would say that when we'd had enough. Arms and hands and fingers get tired, ya know? We'd even gotten our dicks tired a few times.

So I stopped too, and we did other things.

That night, as I was in bed, I jacked again. This time, though, as I saw those color magazine pictures in my head as I jacked it, instead, I began to see Tim's hand jacking his red-headed fat-headed dick. I remembered how tingly and great it felt as I sat next to Tim and watched him do it. I remembered how tingly and great my balls and dick felt as I needed to pee so badly.

Then that need to pee came back. It grew up from my balls, strong and tingly and awesome! So good! It felt so good that I kept jacking it. Those super-good feelings got stronger and better and more awesome! So cool! So good! Wow!

I didn't want to pee in my bed, but I didn't want to stop, so I rolled onto my side and hoped I didn't pee much and make my rug wet.

I sort of twisted and arched and crushed my eyes closed and felt my body go into trembling fits as my dick and balls seemed to grow and grow and then...

Massive pulses of pleasure exploded up through my dick!

It was like taking the best, biggest, hottest piss ever!

My fingers and thumb could feel my dick pulsing in time with those incredible pulsing sensations. It felt like my dick was swelling up over and over! Wow!

But no pee was coming out. Thankfully!

Those waves rushed up through me and I thought maybe I was dying.

I was sort of okay if I was. It felt so good that I wasn't scared of dying at all. I was going to die feeling the best feeling ever!

I'd never had an orgasm before and I didn't know I was then, I only knew I was having the best feelings ever!

When it was over, I was shaking. I rolled onto my back and really carefully played with my super-sensitive dick and wondered what had happened.

Whatever it was, I wanted it to happen every time I jacked it from now on!

I told Tim about it the next afternoon at his house after school.

"You too!" he said, looking amazed. "I thought I was gonna die! But it felt so good I didn't care!"

"Yeah! Me too!"

"Let's do it on the computer and see if we can make it happen again!"

"Yeah!"

So we looked at pictures on his computer and jacked off. Again, I was more interested in his dick than the pictures. There was just something so interesting and sexy about seeing his boner and watching him jack it.

After a while, quite a while, I felt those awesome tingles starting up again.

"I think it's gonna," I said as those feelings grew and grew and grew.

I beat it faster and harder, lifting my ass out of the chair, locking my legs out straight, and boarding my back ram-rod straight.

"Yes!" I grunted as those powerful waves took over my body and my dick began pulsing in time with them.

"Is it?" he asked, watching.

When I saw him looking at what I was doing, it seemed to make it even better!

I tried to say yes, but I couldn't. I even tried to keep my eyes open and watch him jack it, but I couldn't. Everything went black again, and all I could do was shake all over as my dick and balls quivered and pulsed. I could feel my dick swelling up over and over, just like that first time last night.

It was the best feeling!

Then I could relax again, and fell back into the chair and opened my eyes.

I felt so awesome!

I saw Tim looking at me, smiling, beating his meat. I watched as he pounded his meat until he started getting shaky and his legs and back straightened out and he groaned, "I'm gonna too!"

His hand flew, blurring the sight of his fat dick-head flashing in and out of his grip. Then he held still and I saw his dick throbbing and pulsing between his fingers and thumb!

My dick moved in my grip, this was so exciting!

"Oh, wow!" he sighed, giving his dick a couple strokes.

"Awesome, huh?" I asked.

"So awesome!" he agreed, smiling really big. He looked at my dick and said, "You got wet! Did you squirt sperms?"

I looked down and saw a shiny wetness at the very tip of my dick, around the little red hole there. I moved a finger through it. That made me flinch, it felt so good. That clear fluid was warm and slick and kind of thick. Nothing like pee at all.

"I think I did!" I said, amazed.

"So did I," he gasped.

I looked over and saw a shiny wetness where his finger was spreading it around the red-slit in the head of his dick. It was clear too, and looked too thick to be pee. We both inspected the fluid our dicks had leaked. It was both sticky and slippery, and it made strings like melted mozzarella cheese! It was fascinating!

"I thought sperm was white?" I asked.

"Yeah. What is this stuff?" he asked, rubbing his finger and thumb together. "Sure ain't piss."

"Sure ain't," I agreed.

"Felt good squirting it, though!" he laughed.

"Sure did!"

So began our new daily routine. Every day after school, we rushed home to jack off together. We always made some slippery, clear, warm stuff, and we rubbed it all around our dick heads. It felt so amazing. Not just jacking it, not just squirting whatever it was we were squirting, and not just rubbing that stuff around on our tingly dick-heads - I really liked jacking it with Tim.

It didn't take me long to begin to think I was gay.

I often found myself looking at a guy in class and wondering what his dick looked like. Or if his balls were dropping like Tim's or were still high and tight like mine. Or wondering what his butt looked like. Or wondering if he would want to jack off together.

I thought about sucking dick... or sticking my dick up a guy's butt... or a guy sticking his boner up my ass...

Yeah, by the time sixth grade ended - and I found my first pubes which I quickly showed off to Tim, who showed me his new ones - I was growing more sure I was gay.

I spent much of that summer jacking with Tim, admiring his growing pubes, his growing dick, his growing and dropping balls. And his growing emissions of what we'd finally learned was pre-jizz. We were both making a bigger drop of the stuff. I'd been tasting mine when I did it alone for a while before Tim told me he'd tasted his. I told him I had too. We both thought it was salty and sweet and kind of neat.

My folks and I went on vacation to Florida. It was fun. I spent most of the time in the hotel pool, ogling hot guys. I spent the evenings whacking one out while remembering the hot male bodies I'd seen all day while hiding my boner from them. The entire vacation I couldn't wait to get back home and do it with Tim.

When I got back, Tim had gotten a better computer. His older brother had gone to college a couple years ago and brought his old one home for Tim because their folks had gotten him a better one. Now Tim had a color computer! And his older brother had left a few presents on it for him - lots and lots of color pictures of naked chicks! Including a couple videos! I'd never seen videos before, not in color, so I was really looking forward to watching them later that night.

Oh, boy, do I remember that night! As soon as we were sure his folks were asleep, Tim played a video. It was a girl giving a blow-job! In color! A bit like a slideshow in high speed, but it was moving images of sex! Well, a blow-job, anyway. Which, in a way, was even better than sex! I got to see my first man's boner in action. A big, hard, hairy cock! Being sucked. And then shooting sperm! Wow! That looked amazing!

I came soon! And hard! It felt like I was turning my balls inside out! It was the best yet! Maybe ever! I even made a bigger drop of pre-jizz than ever. Enough that it sort of ran down the underside of my tingling head and got all over my fingers before I was even done stroking my throbbing dick.

I was still recovering when Tim's legs went out straight and his little blob of pre-jizz oozed out of his slit.

"Good shit, huh?" he asked, grinning big.

"Oh, yeah!" I agreed.

We did it again later that night. The next days and weeks were jack-fests. That video of the girl giving the blow-job was my favorite one. It had a big, hard dick in view for the longest time of all the videos. It was cool seeing a guy fucking a girl, too. The third video was face-to-face sex and you hardly saw anything compared to the doggie-style or the blow-job videos. The pictures were good, too. Lot's of dicks in mouths, dicks in pussies, even a few with cumshots in action. I loved those but pretended they were boring.

 That summer rocked.

Until Tim came over early one day and said, "My folks told me we're moving!"

End of days!

Apocalypse!

Doom!

They were moving to Germany! His dad got a promotion and a big raise to lead a team there.

SUCK!

For a few weeks, we spent as much time together as we could. And as much time watching porn and jacking off together as possible.

Then he was packed up, and loading the moving truck with what they hadn't sold off, and then he was gone.

Two weeks to school.

It was the saddest time of my life. My best friend since babyhood was gone. And I was starting junior high alone instead of with the greatest guy ever at my side.

Just after school started, I got the first letter from Tim. We promised to write every month.

Junior high. The only highlight was gym class. Changing clothes in front of other guys was embarrasing. Showering naked with a bunch of strangers was even worse. I'd had the hope that Tim would be there with me so I wouldn't be alone. Instead, not only was he not going to be in the class with me, he wasn't going to be at home, either.

Still, I had a couple other friends. Now they were far more important to me than ever. Instead of spending every day with one best bud ever, I had to fit into the schedule of several sort-of-friends. It wasn't easy or fun. I ended up just being alone more than doing anything with anyone. I still had them as friends, it was just I didn't bother trying to find anyone to replace Tim. Sometimes I'd hang out with someone who asked me to, but that was maybe once or twice on a few weekends.

At least I got to see two friends in the locker room during gym. It was interesting to finally see them naked. When I wasn't spending my afternoons searching for porn and jacking alone, I was fantasizing about those two friends in gym class, or other boys in the showers. Those gym class showers were sure nice. Those naked guys of all sizes and shapes. I really liked finally seeing Ben and Rick naked. Ben was smooth, Rick had a bit of pubes. Ben's was so short. Rick's was bigger and longer than Ben's and curved a lot. Neither of them nor any of the other guys in my class were anything like the guys in those vids and pictures Tim's older brother had left for him, though. Some of the guys had little dicks and no balls, some guys with some dick, some guys sort of had hanging balls, some guys had an actual dick and balls. Still, nothing like I'd seen in those videos and pics of Tim's.

I grew a lot during seventh grade. I was an early bloomer, for sure. I got tall, and I got pubes. My dick grew nicely. My balls dropped. I started making real cum when I finished off. I loved my cum. The feel of squirting it, the feel of it on my head as my hand spread it around it, the smell of it, the taste of it. I loved cumming and I loved cum.

I thought about talking to my friends about internet porn and maybe seeing about jacking off together while watching it. I didn't have the guts for that though. Not nearly. And I just wasn't very close friends with any of them.

I did get to see another porn magazine the summer after seventh grade. One of my few friends, Steve, showed me one. Even let me hold onto it for a weekend. I think I beat my beat ten or more times that weekend looking at that magazine. It was a good weekend. Man, how I wished Steve would jack off with me. I didn't have the guts to even try. I didn't even dare mention such a thing to anyone.

I didn't dare try to find a gay guy to mess around with. Back then being gay was about like being a serial killer. None of my friends talked about jerking off to porn together, only that they did it alone. I heard other guys talking about jacking off together to porn, but they didn't know I was listening. It was pretty obvious to me that my friends thought watching porn with someone was almost gay. I had to be happy with fantasizing about guys at school and my friends. A lot.

When I was fourteen, there was this time I was over at Ken's. He slid down the slushy driveway on our way to the arcade, and slipped and fell in almost the splits, and ripped his jeans wide open. Not only did I get to see his hanging junk in his tighty-whities for a few seconds before he got back to his feet, but I got to see him change his clothes in his room. He had fell all the way, dipping his nads in the slush, so he took his underwear off too. I completely forgot not to look! I watched as he took them off and saw everything. He was hung. Nice bush of sandy-blond hair, hanging dick with a nice pink head, hanging balls with a pink sack. Nice!

"Dude! Don't be watching me change clothes!" he groused.

I said, "You don't strip in the locker room for gym?" I asked.

"This ain't the locker room," he said firmly as he stepped into clean briefs.

I couldn't not look. His dick and balls swung and moved around so nicely.

I think he was suspicious of me after that. He asked me to go places and do things a lot less after that. Almost never, really.

So I was even lonelier now. Good thing the internet was growing nearly as fast as I was. Porn vids were easier to find and were easier to watch now with faster codecs, more bandwidth, and my faster, color computer. And I discovered gay porn. Either it had been better hidden before, or now it was suddenly available, because instead of a few pics here or there, now there were entire sites with gay pictures and even videos! I was in heaven!

Then, when I was fifteen, during my sophomore year, Tim told me the greatest news! Tim and his folks were coming back for summer vacation, and Tim was going to stay for the summer! If it was okay with me and my folks.

If it was okay with me???

I agreed to everything my folks laid out as conditional on Tim staying for the summer.

Joy!