TRUE FIRST TIME TALES

Anthony's Tale

A Nifty reader wrote me and mentioned that his first time story was on Nifty. I read it and asked him if I could polish it up and put it on my site. He agreed, so here it is.

"First Let me state that I was VERY WILLING to do this and it was in NO WAY done against my will."

It was 1986, I was twelve, and I knew that I was gay. I'd played around with a couple friends by then. Mostly just touching boners, tickling balls, and dares to put it in our mouths. No sucking though. Just kids' stuff. But enough to know by the time I was twelve and getting pubes that I liked boys far more than girls. That was what I liked the most about being in the boy scouts - being around the other boys and the older guys.

I was masturbating regularly, but I still hadn't had an orgasm. Not even a dry one. As I played with myself it felt great, but then it would feel like I was going to pee out of control all over myself, so I always stopped. I didn't know any better. Sex education back then wasn't very comprehensive, so to speak, and I didn't have any friends my age close enough to talk with about sex or jacking off to know about orgasms.

I was still in the Boy Scouts. I'd always liked it, but now I liked being in the Scouts mostly because I could see the other boys swimming or changing. And just being around the other boys and the older guys. Not only for those reasons, there were other good things about being in the Scouts too.

I was never popular as a kid, and I always got along better with adults and younger kids than I did with my peers, so when it came time to go to Scout summer camp I was very scared that I would get stuck in a tent with someone that didn't like me. To keep that from happening, I soon picked out an adult leader and got him to let me stay in his tent. At the time it was normal and no big deal to do it.

I decided I would ask Tim. I have no idea why I picked him. I guess it was my gaydar? He was nineteen and a Scout Leader. He wasn't a stand-out looker, mostly pretty average. He had brown hair and eyes, average height for his nineteen years, strong and sturdy but not fat. He was nice enough to me often enough that I asked him if I could stay with him in his tent.

I didn't have any plans, so to speak, I just knew he was nice to me. I kind of hoped we would end up doing something, but I had no idea really what 'something' might be. I only knew that I liked guys in a sexual way, and he was nice, and nice looking.

It started out the first night. We had gone to our tent for the night and had decided to play cards for a bit. We played cards and had some general talk, and I remember we asked about girl friends.

I wanted to see him naked, of course, so I got an idea. I asked him if he had ever played strip poker. He said not in a few years. I said I that had never had the chance.

"Well we'll have to play sometime this week."

I thought, oh kewl! But that wasn't soon enough for me.

I said, "Why not tonight?"

He said, "Well, I'm starting to get a little tired. But we can start and see what happens."

"Kewl," I said.

So we played for a bit, each of us losing shoes, socks, and shirt.

I was excited about seeing him almost naked and getting to see more. It gave me a major boner.

But then he said, "We should get to bed, we got to get up early."

I was like, NO! I wanted to see him take off his pants and his underwear. I really wanted to see him naked. I hoped he had a boner too. I really wanted to see that!

I got an idea how to end the game quickly and maybe get to see him naked.

I said, "Okay, how about we just cut the deck to see who loses and has to take of his clothes?"

He said, "Okay."

YES!

But I lost. I had to get undressed. I was scared and worried. I had a really hard boner. He was going to see it. I knew it was probably smaller than his, and I had a lot less hair than he probably did, so he might laugh. What if he thought it was a bad thing I had a boner? What if he told someone I got naked and had a boner?

But I was turned on, and he was okay with the idea of cutting the deck to see who got naked, so, he knew that one of us was going to get naked.

So I got up and pushed my Scout pants and underwear down and stepped out of them, and showed him my very hard boner and my few pubes. I was really embarrassed and horny at the same time.

He watched, smiled, then said, "You have a nice one."

I was so relieved when he didn't laugh, or go tell someone, or something like that! And happy that he said it was nice.

"Thanks!"

I started to put on something to sleep in.

He said, "You sleep in stuff at night? I just sleep in the nude."

He took off his Scout pants and his underwear just like it was regular and normal to let another guy see him naked. I watched, my boner seeming to get even harder somehow when I saw he had one too. It was the first big, hairy, hard dick I'd ever seen. It was about five inches or so, with lots of pubic hair above it, and big balls below it. This was so kewl!

Once he was naked he stood there for a second, like he was letting me have a good look, then he got into his cot. I got into mine, naked too, and we started to talk about sex and stuff. I was interested to learn anything about sex. I was twelve, had pubes, had done some sexy things with some friends, and was beating off a lot (but stopping when it felt like I had to pee bad), but I knew almost nothing about the real deal. It was all interesting and sexy, and it turned me on a lot. My boner was going crazy. I touched it a lot under the blanket, hoping he couldn't tell.

After a couple minutes, he said, "If you don't have a woman around, you could make do with what's here."

That sounded interesting, so I asked, "What do you mean?"

He said, "We can use our hands on each other for one thing. You want to try it?"

Boy, did I! I was wanting to do something, anything, more than I had with my friends when I was younger. I'd been fantasizing about doing 'it' whatever it was, with another boy for months. Boy I wanted to!

He said, "Let's cut the cards again to see who goes first."

I cut first. I got a Queen. I did not tell him that. He drew.

He said, "I have a three," and showed me the card.

I said, "I have a two," but of course I didn't show him the card.

He turned off the lantern and asked me come over to his cot.

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FTT - Anthony