TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Greg's First Time Tale
I hit puberty at twelve. It was just as we started sixth grade. I was the first. I told my closest friends how I was getting pubes and how my dick was getting bigger and my balls had dropped. Some of them wanted to see, so I showed them. I asked a couple of them if they had pubes or if their dicks or balls were growing, but only a couple were. Two of them, Brian and Trent, showed me their dicks and balls. They didn't have any hairs, not like I did, just a couple here and there. It was still pretty exciting seeing their stuff. So all my stuff was the biggest, and I was the only one of us with pubes. I didn't have a lot of hairs yet, but I did have actual pubes coming in, not just a few wild hairs spaced way apart here and there. It's not like I had a big dick or balls, but they were sure bigger than Brian's and Trent's. I'd seen a couple other friends' junk, but only while taking a piss or something, nothing like the actual show with Brian and Trent. From what I could see, I was the biggest, easy.
During sixth grade I started getting a sex drive, too. I was beating it off a lot. I was also squirting a bit. It was just those first pubescent ejaculations, just watery droplets and such, but it was such a big deal, ya know? I told my friends, of course. By this time I was hoping some of them would ask to see me do it. Ya know? But no one did.
I wasn't the only one beating off. Almost all my friends were doing that. We talked about it a lot. We all had computers then, even though they weren't in every house yet, not like now. We were dorks and geeks for the most part, and into computers and such. So of course we'd seen the porno sites and talked about them. We even shared the URLs of the ones we found with each other. Videos weren't very common yet, so most of what we saw and talked about were picture sites. When one of us came across a new video site we hurriedly shared the URL to be the big-shot who found it.
So I knew my closest friends jerked it too, but I was the only one squirting. At least actually squirting. Todd claimed he did, but he was small and didn't show off any pubes, so we expected he was bullshitting us. But some of them said they made a sticky, slippery coating on their dick head when they did it long enough. They said it felt better when it happened, so maybe they did. But they didn't claim to actually shoot anything.
Sixth grade was pretty cool. I was sort of the king of pubes and squirts.
The summer was pretty fun. We were looking forward to junior high and being big-shots. I was looking forward to seeing naked guys in the showers. Naked guys were still pretty rare on the internet back then. I'd seen a few, even saw some in action in the short videos you could sometimes find. But the videos were really low resolution and very short. Nothing like you can find today. They were like the bad animated thumbnails of today.
Me and my friends spent a lot of time on our computers. Alone. You didn't do porn with friends back then. Well, you did, with your best bud, but then he went home to jerk off.
I was almost desperate to get a friend to jack of with me. Or at least show off their junk. But as puberty took hold, the guys were more bashful about boners and sex stuff. It was a major tease of a summer.
Then seventh grade started. Yeah, I loved the showers. I got to see my friends naked. The ones who were in the class with me. And so many other guys. Some of the eight-grade boys were really developing. I loved that! Seeing those big dicks and hanging balls, and those wet, slick, tight bodies. Those nice asses. But the pubes really were the best part. I just loved seeing a guy's pubes.
So I was figuring out I was gay. In that time it was just not cool. At all.
Another good thing about junior high was all the new faces. There were so many new guys to look at. And to make friends with. I wasn't all that shy, I just had to be really careful about my burgeoning homosexuality. Being a computer nerd and gaming geek I made plenty of new friends in junior high.
I fell in love, too. I was heavy into fit guys with sandy-blond hair and blue or green eyes. Brown eyes could be pretty sexy too. But those sandy-blond guys... wow. Not jocks. Not many jocks, anyway. They were plenty hot, but I knew they were just not... accessible. Most of them made fun of me and my dorky friends anyway, so that ruined them in that regard.
But then there was Jeff and Mark. They were fellow dorks, but oh so hot. Perfect color hair, one with blue eyes the other with green, both lean and fit, and both obviously in puberty as well. They were easy to make friends with, as we shared so many likes and hobbies. Jeff was a gamer, DnD if you haven't guessed, while Mark was the computer dork.
They were both so hot. For dorks. Hell, it was hard to see them as dorks. They could have been 'regular' guys if they were into sports or 'regular' things. Thankfully, they weren't.
Of course neither of them were in my gym class, so my imagination filled in the mysterious bulges they showed. Sigh.
As seventh grade went along, I made sure to make good friends of both Jeff and Mark, as well as others. Like I said, I wasn't all that shy, I just had to hide that I was a fag.
By midterms, Jeff was riding his bike to my house most weekends, either before or after our DnD gaming sessions. Usually we gamed at one of three guys' places who had a big basement or other room we could game in. Frank's big basement rec room was the most used, and he lived just about a mile from me. So it was almost every weekend that Jeff would come stay at my place when we didn't have a full weekend campaign.
Sometimes I spent a few hours at Mark's, with him and his ever-changing computers. His folks were rich enough that he was always upgrading his computer. We'd spend hours programming and gaming on his computers. He had about four or five complete systems by then, and we'd sometimes have them all networked and play games capable of network play with several other guys, most of whom he knew from elementary school. It was fun.
But it was Jeff that took most of my free time. Some of my friends from elementary school, the guys I grew up with and who lived nearby, got jealous. I mean, I'd sometimes blow them off to go over to Jeff's before and after gaming sessions.
There were very good reasons, but I couldn't tell my friends.
First, I was crushing of Jeff something serious. He was completely nice, a lot of fun, and downright sexy. Second, he liked talking sex stuff with me. More than we did with the other guys. When it was just me and him, we'd really get into specifics and details. By the end of seventh grade, I knew so much more about his sexual exploits than I did about almost all my other friends put together. And third, of all the guys I knew, Jeff seemed the most likely to be, well, maybe gay. Mostly because he was so easy to talk to about jacking off, how much we came, how far we shot it, what ways we liked to do it, all kinds of stuff. And lastly, he never bugged me about what girls I liked. Girls were the top topic, of course, but not with Jeff. It was great not to have to deal with that issue for a while, so spending time with Jeff was an escape from that.
So, yeah, Jeff was just the best.
During the summer after seventh grade, I spent so much time with Jeff. We became best buds, for sure. We hung out with the other guys all the time, slept over at their places, had them over too. But most of the time I spent one-on-one with someone, it was Jeff.
My family and I went to Florida for vacation that summer. Jeff's family went to Barbados. They were better off than me and my friends. Anyway, as soon as we were both back, we hooked up.
Oh, hell! That first day back, he called and asked to come over. He must have ridden like a mad man! He came up to my room and... he'd gotten so tanned! His hair had bleached a bit, too. He looked so sexy it was absolutely amazing. Striped shirt, just a bit tight, and red corduroy pants cut-off at mid-thigh. White socks with stripes. White sneakers. I'll always remember.
We both laughed at how tanned we were. Those corduroys were tight. He bulged the front of them as if he had packed several pairs of socks in there. Except I could tell he was hanging down on his left side and his balls were taking up the right side.
I'd gotten ready, myself. I'd put on a good shirt and a pair of jogging shorts that were probably going to be too small to wear much longer. They showed off what I had nicely, in front and back. That was a problem, because he was giving me a major woody! I had to subtly hide it as we sat and talked about our vacations.
Mom asked him if he was staying for dinner. We asked if he could stay the night. None of my other friends knew I was back home yet. They expected me back tomorrow. Yeah, I was sneaking off from my other friends already.
So we had a great dinner and watched a movie and toyed around on my computer. It was a great night. Every glance at his package inspired a new erection. Every time I got to see his ass as he left to use the john or change the game cartridge or such I got another boner. His legs were so perfect, too.
I reveled in his smiles, his laughs, his jokes, his cologne - I loved everything about him.
We stayed up late looking at porn. We'd both missed our computers a hell of a lot! We spent hours looking at pictures and what few videos were around and not so big they took hours to download. Man, it was great. Jeff was so much fun. He didn't constantly ask what I'd do with this chick or how I'd do that chick or that stuff. He just watched with me and we talked about how great it must be to have sex, how good blow-jobs must feel, and what jacking techniques probably most closely felt like real pussy.
After a long time, he asked, "So, since I can't go home and jerk it, can I use your bathroom?"
Oh, how I wanted to tell him I'd take care of that for him!
But all I said was, "Sure. Go ahead. Just knock before you come back out, in case I'm not done yet."
We laughed, then he smiled all cute and got up. Wow, did I get a great view of his boner in those red pants! It was so obvious! And I surreptitiously looked at his great butt as he walked to my bathroom.
As soon as he closed that door I pulled my pud out and whacked it like a bad child I'd caught stealing.
Oh, God! It was a great session! Very short, but so powerful that it almost made me groan out loud! The thought of Jeff in my bathroom with his pud out, jacking it off, just got me off so good it was incredible! I made the biggest mess I ever had! I think I shot at least six or seven times, real shots, too, not just dribbles. It was all over my shirt. I hadn't expected it to shoot that far, let alone that much. I hardly thought at all, really. Just about Jeff in my bathroom, pulling it off.
I cleaned up as fast as I could. My cum was so hot and runny! It tasted extra good, too. I changed my shirt and pants, since I'd gotten jizz on both of them, and even had to change my white briefs because I'd gotten some on them. What a mess! Wow, it was good!
Jeff seemed to take forever! He was in there for at least a half-hour after I'd gotten cleaned up and changed. He finally came out, so red-faced it was almost funny.
"Do it twice or something?" I joked.
The way he laughed I almost thought maybe he had. I noticed he had a couple wet drops on the leg of his corduroys. It had to be... you know. Oh, man! I so wanted to sniff there! I figured he'd been so long because he'd been trying to dry those spots as well as he could. I know I would have. He did try to hide them with his hand, but I was on the lookout, of course.
So we talked and played a couple games, then we went to bed. I don't know how it is today, but back then your friend slept in the bed with you. You kept space between you, of course, but you didn't put your friend on the floor even if you had sleeping bags and such. Not unless several were staying over. And unless you were new friends, you slept in your underwear. Tighty-whities were the norm, but it was no big deal to sleep in just them together in the same bed. Jeff and I had been doing that almost since our first sleepovers. That was how I knew he was developing from our earliest friendship days. He filled out those tighty-whities nicely.
But anymore that was too risky. We were thirteen, and in puberty, so morning wood was a daily thing. Now we tended to sleep in our street shorts. So Jeff took off his corduroys and put on a pair of jogging shorts he'd brought to sleep in.
I was an early riser anyway, but when Jeff stayed over, I was even more so. It was so I could have a look before he woke up. It often paid off and I got to see his magnificent, full erection tenting his shorts. More than a few times I even saw him... well, you know... have a wet dream. Seeing his tent vibrating, and knowing he was squiring, well, I'd put a hand in my own shorts and quickly reach a similar condition.