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TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Bill's Tale
Rated: X ages 13We were thirteen, best buds, and it seemed destined.
I was a pretty normal kid growing up quite a few years ago. Before 2000, let's just say. Well before. Before being gay wasn't such a bad thing. I was kind of a cute kid. Fit and trim, healthy, with sandy-blond hair and deep-brown eyes. Nothing special, but not bad at all. I was mostly a good kid, but I had my tendencies.
I figured out I was gay by twelve.
I'd been beating my meat for a while. I think I was about ten when we started looking at porno magazines that Matt's big brother gave him. We started jacking off almost right away. But we never touched each other, or even got close to each other - that was faggy. And we never got naked. We just got out dicks out and went to it. Still, I sure enjoyed jacking off with him. Pretty soon it was with other friends, too. None of us came, of course, but we sure did have dry ones. Those were some great times!
Anyway, I was almost twelve, and one of my friends was staying over at my place. He spilled his pop on his lap while we were playing a video game. He needed some dry clothes, so I lent him a pair of my sweats. He got out of his pants, took off his briefs, and I saw an entire naked body in person for the first time.
I instantly knew I wanted to touch him. I wondered what his dick and balls felt like. I wondered what it looked like when it was hard, and how long it got.
Anyway, seeing his naked body, and his dick and balls so clear and out in the open, sure turned me on, and gave me a raging boner.
I knew I was gay.
After that I sometimes spilled something on his lap, and on the lap of other friends staying over. I got to see a lot of dicks before the showers in junior high. But those showers in junior high... oh, yeah.
I made a new friend in junior high. I can't remember how we became friends, we were so different, but soon we were always together and he was in with my group. Race wasn't like us, though. He was more a bad boy than us. By the end of the first quarter of seventh grade I was smoking weed with him. Most of my friends would have been shocked to find that out. They would be, too, when they did find out later. My friends and I would trade stuff a lot between us, and I traded Race a VHS tape of a movie I don't remember the name of for a little baggie of weed. His older brother lived on his own and was maybe the biggest weed dealer in town.
John, one of my best buds, found that first little baggie of weed I'd gotten from Race just a few days before. He was staying over for the weekend and went to get the porn mag I'd traded my TMNT cards for. I'd liked them when I was younger but now didn't, but Tracy still did and had gotten tired of the old Oui magazine he'd gotten from his older brother. So John got the magazine out of the hiding spot in my closet and found the weed I'd hidden to the side of it. I'd thought he wouldn't notice it, but he did. He was shocked, and then wanted to try it. So I got John high for the first time. We had a blast!
I hit puberty just before my thirteenth birthday. I was growing down there, and getting hairs down there, and I was even hornier than before. I started beating it off every day for sure - at least once. And I was starting to make fluids. Not squirting anything, just getting wet when I came. It was salty and sweet and I loved it.
When I turned thirteen, my secret wish as I blew out the candles was to have sex with a guy. Me, John, Jeff, Matt, and Race were all secretly stoned at the time. None of my other friends, not even the ones at the party at the time, knew about the weed. My folks would have freaked if they knew.
So, just after mid-terms in seventh grade. We had a week off for Easter break. John was staying over. He was in my gym class, so I knew he had pubes too. And boy, did he have a growing dick. One of the biggest in our grade. And about the biggest nuts, too. Hard to tell for sure in the showers - you know how it is.
John and I were playing video games, and I arranged to spill his soda in his lap when I won. All I had to do was swing my arms out as I won and knock his soda over off the little crate we kept them on between us as we sat on the floor at the foot of my bed. You'd think they'd learn, but good thing they didn't. Turns out, John was smarter than I knew.
"You wanna borrow dry sweatpants again?" I asked as he brushed his shorts with his hands.
"Sure," he answered nonchalantly.
I got up to get them, and he got up to get out of his wet shorts. He was wearing blue jogging shorts. As he pushed them down, I saw that he didn't have any underwear on. And he had a nice ass, too.
"Going commando?" I asked with a laugh.
"Too hot for underwear," he answered, tossing his wet shorts onto the floor, then reaching for the cut-off sweats I held out.
He held them for a few seconds, then said, "Do you care if I don't wear them? It's so fucking hot."
We didn't have the A/C in the window yet, just a box fan, and it was way warmer than usual for spring.
"No, go ahead," I said, hiding my smile. "Want another soda?"
"Nah."
So we played video games, him in just his t-shirt. I kept glancing over when I reached for my soda. His pubes were barely a complete circle around the base of his dick, but not much more than that. Straight and sparse. I had always thought pubes were 'short and curly', and had seen some naked men and women in a couple porn mags, and theirs were. Mine were pretty straight too.
But his pubes weren't the center of my attentions. His long, thin dick was. It had to be an inch longer than mine. Where I had a rounded, sort of blunt head, he had a longer, pointed head on his. It was the rosy color of his head that was the most interesting. My head was pretty much flesh colored, but his was a sort of soft pink. He also had more skin ruffles behind his head than I did.
I was busting to ask, so I did. It took me a few seconds, but I managed to do it. I asked, "So, you wanna do it?"
He looked at me, away from the game, without pausing it, and asked, "You serious? Just... do it? Right now?"
"Yeah. I'm horny as fuck," I said. "I'm dyin' to bust a nut."
He shrugged, then said, "Okay," and put down the controller. "But let's get a fresh buzz going first."
"Good idea!"
I rolled one, still being pretty bad at it, and he reached down for his dick and started playing with it. That got me hard. We smoked about half of it - we still didn't need much - when he asked, "You high yet?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah. Had enough?"
"Yup. Save the other half for later."
I stubbed it out on my tongue and he got busy actually whacking his pud instead of just playing with it.
Mine was throbbing as I pulled my shorts and underwear down. Unabashed, I watched him do it as I fucked my fist. I didn't even think about being caught looking, I just wanted to watch so badly.
Boned up, his dick was just long enough to fill his fist. The very tip poked out of his fist when his fist hit bottom. It was about as big around as a roll of nickels, so it really was kind of thin. But, man, that pinkish, pointy head of his. It was... mouthwatering!
At some point he looked over and saw me looking where I was.
"Think this is a peep show, ya perv?" he laughed.
I laughed too.
"You got a pretty fat one," he said, nodding at my lap.
"Thanks. You got a pretty long one," I replied.
"Thanks."
We kept beating off, and I kept watching him do it. Then I noticed he was watching me do it. I wondered if he had been before he noticed I was watching him.
We started giggling.
I was working up the courage, and finally got it.
"Uh, you wanna hand-job?"
He looked at me like I was asking if he wanted a million dollars. Big smile and big eyes. He had a nice smile and really nice gray eyes.
"Do you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said hesitantly.
"Okay."
I pushed the crate from between us and we scooted together. It was just that simple. Like nothing.
We both reached over and grabbed the other's dick and got to wanking it. His was so hard! Like a little metal bar. It felt longer than mine, no doubt. His head sure wasn't hard, it was all soft and satiny. And damn, did his hand feel great on my dick!
Jacking off was great, but being jacked off was awesome!
He was smiling wider than I was, I think. We both hissed and laughed a lot as we jerked each other off that first time. It was the best! It was so thrilling! My feet wanted to twist and my spine wanted to contort at times.
We'd go really fast for a bit, then go really slow for a while. We tried really tight and really loose. We found out about really, really loose, just barely brushing the skin of our palms and fingers against the other's shaft and head. I'd never done that before and it was fantastic! He loved it too.
Then, for the first time, I leaked pre-jizz. I'd never gotten wet before cumming before. I knew it happened, and it was normal, but it hadn't happened to me yet. A sort of wiggly tingle grew up from my balls and my dick swelled up a bit and then there was a wet little dribble coming out of my hole. It felt so great!
It was kind of embarrassing, but John didn't seem to care or get grossed out at all. He even rubbed it around on my head with his fingers, which was the most intense tingling thing I'd ever felt before! Damn, I can still remember how good that first rub of my pre-cum on my head was! It made me hiss in a breath and squirm around for several wonderful seconds.
"That feels so good!" I sighed, simply amazed.
"Doesn't it?" he replied, grinning.
Then, a few moments later, John sort of moaned a bit, and his head got wet. It was slippery and slick and warm, and I knew what it was right away. It was so cool! I rubbed that stuff all around his head, like he'd done to me. He hissed and laughed and squirmed, just like I had.
This was the most fun I'd ever had!
John reached over and grabbed my balls. Well, grabbed isn't quite right: he cupped and gently massaged and explored them. They were about the size of small green olives then, and his hand felt really great rolling them around like that. I reached over quite happily and felt his. They were bigger than mine, for sure, more like black olives. They felt great! They moved around in his sack so smoothly!
That's what we were doing when I felt it getting close. I let out an uncontrollable gasp, then sighed, "I'm getting really close!"
"Do me faster!" he hissed.
So I did.
This was awesome! I was about to bust a nut in John's hand! And it felt like it was going to be a big one! I wondered if he was going to let it get on his hand or pull it away at the last second. I was sure I was going to jack him until he stopped me.
"I'm cumming, John!" I gasped at those pulsing waves began.
Oh, man, how good they felt. They were hugely powerful! I was pumping hard this time. The pulses were strong and long and deep! My legs locked and my ankles popped and my head went back against the bed as I was overwhelmed with the most powerful orgasm ever!
I groaned out loud. I couldn't stop it. I didn't even think about it. I just let it out. Not loudly, but I groaned for sure. A long, "Oooo!" kind of thing. I'll always remember it. It was the first time I let loose with a moan or groan or anything when cumming. But, fuck, it was my first hand-job and I was stoned.
I felt my cum shoot up through my dick and out into the air. To my surprise, I also felt it land just under my navel. I'd never shot like that before! My cum shots were usually just hard enough to clear my fist. The second one never shot out, just sort of popped out all over my head. If I had a third wave of juice, it was just a dribble. Not this time! That second one shot out too! Hard. I felt it land about between my navel and my dick. And that third one! It cleared my head and landed right at the base of my dick! I even had a fourth one! It got all over my head and John's hand! I kept pumping, but I don't think anything more came out. I couldn't have lifted my head and opened my eyes if I had to. I was too overwhelmed!
When I came down, I heard that wet sound and felt John's warm hand working my tingling cock. He wasn't stopping. I could feel his hand was wet with my spooge and he wasn't stopping. Oh, man, it was getting to be too much! I held out as long as I could, but I eventually had to pull his hand away.
I finally opened my eyes and looked down. A nice drop of cum was laying just under my navel. Another, smaller one between it and my dick, and a little collection of droplets sparkled just above my pubes. Damn! I'd never cum so much! I still felt thrilling tingles in my balls and dick, and my body was still trembling. God, damn, that was good!
Somehow I hadn't stopped jacking John that entire time. I guess it was all the masturbating and my hand was working on instinct. As I held John's cum covered hand away from my dick, I watched my fist move up and down on John's dick. His head was a darker pink now, a really pretty shade of it, too. I wanted to lean down and put my mouth over it so badly...
I looked him right in the eye and asked, "You wanna blow-job?"
His eyes got so huge! I was instantly worried I'd gone too far and grossed him out.
"Sure!"
Yes!
I dove for it. The sound waves of his affirmation hadn't reached the end of the block before I had his warm, hard, salty dick in my mouth.
Oh, that first taste of cock! Salty and slightly musky, and it felt so smooth and velvety on my tongue. And it felt so rewarding.
Instantly I knew I was a born cocksucker. The feeling of his dick on my tongue was pure magic. It felt like nothing I'd ever felt. Just pure pleasure. Deep down inside me somewhere, pleasure swelled upward and filled my entire being. It was just as good as cumming.
I sucked, and was instantly rewarded with a renewed flavor of salty goodness.
"Oh, God!" he moaned, then thrust his hips up hard, shoving all of his cock into my mouth.
It was not long enough to gag me at all. I took every millimeter of it and pressed my face into his flesh for more. I still had his balls in my hand and rolled those globes of pleasure around as I sucked my first cock.
He moaned, "Oh, God!" again, and again, and yet again, as he fucked my mouth, shoving his hips upward hard. Then it was, "I'm close!" as he pushed his hips up probably as far as he physically could. His ass must have been a foot off the floor. I felt his legs quivering.
"I'm gonna!" he grunted.
I was dying to taste it! I didn't think - and probably wouldn't have cared - about what he thought of my swallowing his cum. I wanted it.
He patted my back and said, "I'm gonna squirt! Like... now! Dude!"
He didn't pull my head away, so I didn't move it.
I felt his dick swell up harder, then felt his balls tugging, and then his dick began dancing in my mouth like a live thing.
"Uuuuurrrrr!"
I felt him double over my head and felt his arm over my shoulder and felt his legs shaking as he exploded.
It wasn't much, not really, but it fired out like a pump on a Windex bottle. So salty and heavy, sweet, too, with a little bitterness as well. Like all the tastes all wrapped up in one blast of warm goodness.
"Uuuugh!"
Then he squirted again. It was so good to feel him cumming in my mouth! It was almost as good as cumming myself! I was born to do this!
"Ahhhh!"
Again, his cock danced and swelled and squirted. It didn't feel like much, but it was still so fucking cool!
His dick kept thrusting and bending and swelling, but no more warm juice flowed out of it. He gasped or grunted or groaned every time his dick pulsed in my mouth. He was so vocal!
Then it was, "Stop!" as he pulled my head upward with both hands.
He was laughing and red-faced. He looked so happy! I felt so happy!
It was the best moment of my life, seeing that he was happy too.
"That was awesome!" he sighed, all smiles.
"I bet!"
He looked at me, right in the eye, and said, "Next time, I do you."
"Deal!"
We both relaxed for a few moments, then he said, "Fire it up?"
We smoked the joint, smiling at each other. I kicked my shorts and briefs off my feet to get more comfortable.
I loved looking at his reddened little dick, all soft and at rest. I noticed he looked at mine pretty often too.
I wondered if he was gay too. I didn't have the guts to ask. I figured it was just messing around to him. But he'd said he'd suck me off next time. Next time!
Is he?
When the joint was done, we went back to playing video games. For about half an hour. Then he looked over at me when we'd finished a game and said, "You wanna go for round two?"
"Yes!"
So we jacked each other for a while, really messing around with ways and styles and really experimenting. Spit and a wet sloppy handy was great! Then, without a word, he leaned over and down and my dick felt the most amazing warm sensation, followed by the most incredible pulsing sensation.
"Oh shit!" I gasped as I felt my first blow-job.
Oh, was it good! I mean, the hand-job had been great, and sucking his dick had been awesome, but being blown was beyond words!
Soon I had my ass a foot off the floor and was shaking all over and groaning repeatedly!
It seemed like only a few seconds before my body was preparing for orgasm. And those preparations were rapid, too! One moment I knew it was building up, the next it was happening!
My back went out rigidly straight, lifting my ass even further off the floor, levered by my rigidly straight legs. I had my arm over his shoulders just the way he had when he'd starting cumming while I'd sucked him off. The sheer pleasure! Every nerve alive and tingling, every muscle tense and taught, every thought focused on the incredible experience of pumping hot cum down your best friend's throat.
"Gaaaah!"
It was like firing a wad of wet paper through my dick! Soft, wet, soaked paper. It nearly hurt, it was so powerful and intense, so incredibly pleasurable!
"Awww!"
That second shot was so deep and profound I felt as if my balls were emptying out!
The third pulled a deep growl out of me, a sound I'd never made before. Animalistic and primitive. Every muscle contracting hard enough to nearly break bone! I heard joints popping.
The pleasure of his mouth and that suction was growing so overwhelming that I felt shrunken by it.
My back and legs were trembling from the effort of holding my ass up off the floor only by the edge of the bed under the back of my neck and the floor under my heels.
I bore it for one more pulse of orgasm, then it was just too much to bear and I yanked his head upward to free my pulsing cock from the torturous pleasure and collapsed onto the floor with an, "Oh, shit!"
I gasped for air for a few seconds, just as he had. I understood why. It was like every muscle was starved for oxygen.
Then I looked over at him and gave him a huge grin.
"Fucking awesome, huh?" he asked around that smile.
"Oh, hell yeah!"
I'd stopped jacking him at some point. No idea when. I wasn't very horny now, but even so, I leaned down and took his hard, warm cock in my mouth and worked it hard. For him. Sort of for payback. I wanted - needed - to please him at least as well as he'd just pleased me.
It was only a few moments before he groaned the first time, and he groaned often as I sucked him off that second time.
The smell, the taste, the feeling of his cock on my tongue... oh, man!
"About to!"
I felt his balls tug up, his cock pulse, his body go tight.
"Going to!"
He shook all over. I heard him suck air.
"Going!"
His cock pulsed and I tasted his sweet, salty cum as it sprayed into the back of my throat again.
"Uuuuuurrr!"
The second squirt was barely noticeable, but I did feel it on my tongue as well as taste it.
"Uuuuurrrr!"
The third was nearly indiscernible, though I was sure I tasted a bit of salty sweetness.
Then his dick pulsed and danced in my mouth, shooting nothing but pleasure all through my body.
Then he pulled me off.
Then he pulled me to him and kissed me!
My first thought as I felt his lips on mine?
He's gay too!
We kissed for the longest time! It must have been nearly an hour! Honestly. Our arms around each other, our lips moving and squeezing and learning. I know my lips were tired and worn out when we finally stopped. But we could both still smile! And boy, did we.
And we could talk, too. And boy did we!
And, yes, he was gay too.
We talked into the early morning hours, arms around each other, often toying with each other's flaccid dicks. When we couldn't stay awake any longer, we turned everything off, admiring each other's bodies before I turned off the lights, then we cuddled up on the bed and kissed some more.
It was bliss!
When I woke up, we were still entangled with each other. I was sure my folks hadn't looked in, they never did, even when no one was staying over. They'd knock until I answered.
So I admired him in the morning light. I felt different about him now. He wasn't just one of my best buds now.
Now he was my boyfriend.
We spent the day having sex in every way we knew how, all over the house. Hands, mouths, asses. All of it. I think it was six times for both of us. We were both physically and sexually exhausted by the time my folks got home. Still, later that night, we did it twice more - a sixty-nine the first time, then we flip-flopped doing anal which we finished off with mutual handies using spit.
We secretly had sex all through our school years.
Our senior year, we agreed to tell our folks. It wasn't easy, or neat or tidy, but we did it.
We graduated and got good jobs. We got a house on the north side of town together. You know how it is after high school, how you lose touch with even the best of friends? So by the time we were twenty, only a handful of guys were still in touch. Those guys began to figure us out. So then we were down to just a few old high school friends. The fact that they stayed friends with us after figuring us out, and weren't married or didn't have a family to celebrate with like the other few friends from high school did, led to two of them coming over on the Fourth of July three years after high school for a few beers and a great view of our little town's fireworks. Which led to all of us finding out they were both gay too. They even hooked up together, but that only lasted a couple of years.
And since we're being totally honest here, yeah, we had more than a few foursomes those couple of years. Great couple of years!
Six years after high school, John and I got better jobs, working together at a place on the north side of Louisville and moved there.
We were still together when he died in 2014.
I'm too old to bother finding someone else, and I really don't think I would want to even if I wasn't this old. John was it. My one and only. And I'm more than just happy with that - I'm overjoyed with that fact.