TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Ian's TaleRated: X youths, teens Incest
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Like some others, I don't remember my first time doing it. So here is a rundown of my experiences up through high school. I'm twenty-two now.
I'm a lot younger than most of the guys who have told their stories to Ray. I was born in 2000. I grew up fairly poor in a decent-sized city. I have a sister who is three years older and a brother two years younger than me. My folks decided three kids was the absolute limit and dad got fixed. My little bro and I shared not only a room but our bed, clothes, and toys. We took baths together from as early as I can remember. At first Mom was there, but later we were left alone in the bath. Of course we ended up playing certain kinds of games in the bath involving our body parts.
When I was around six or seven, my dad got a newer computer, so he gave me and my little brother his old one. Well, me, mostly. My bro was like four or five, so he wasn't too into the computer at first. I was seeing porn almost from day one. I don't remember much about what happened, or exactly when, only that we started playing with our dicks pretty quickly. We'd stay up late at night at look at porn and jack our dicks and have a good time. We often watched gay porn because it was two guys, and we were two guys, so it seemed to make sense to us to watch those kinds of videos and do what we saw those guys doing. I never really thought about being gay or anything. Or about incest. My little bro and I were just doing it for fun and because it felt good. Sill, my brother and I kept what we did totally secret. We knew it was naughty and that our friends might think we were homos.
Sometime around eight or so, my bro and I had been doing it for at least a year. We liked jerking off, but we really liked sucking each other far more. We'd seen sixty-nines, of course, and copied it, and it quickly became our favorite thing to do late at night. We didn't have the time after school. Mom came home from work just about three-thirty, so we only had time to do a quick jack-off for a few minutes. But late at night, we'd lay in our bed and jerk each other off and suck each other off, and sometimes pretend to have anal.
We were doing a sixty-nine one weekend night. He was on top, humping my face and sucking my dick. We'd been doing it longer than usual, I remember. This time it felt way better suddenly. I can remember feeling like I was going to pee, but in a strange way. I was pretty sure what was happening. I'm also pretty sure I said something like, "I think I'm gonna squirt!" Max leaned over to the side to watch. Nothing came out, not even a drop, but it felt so good! So much better than anything before. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. I can't remember a lot, only that it felt so good that time, and that I didn't want to do it anymore after those awesome tingles stopped. I remember laying next to Max in our little bed as he kept jacking his dick, thinking that I'd just had some kind of awesome thing happen that I didn't understand at all. All I knew was that it had felt so good and I wanted it to happen every time from then on. It usually did, too. I'd liked doing sexy stuff with my bro already, but now I just loved doing it. I was so hooked on it now.
Even though neither of us had a long enough dick to actually get it inside the other's butt, we still pretended and humped each other sometimes for a few minutes. It was exciting and naughty and fun even if we couldn't really do it. We'd used the toilet brush handle up each other's butts a few times. We rimmed each other sometimes. It was gross to do, but it felt great when it was you getting it done to you. Jacking ourselves and each other were both kind of boring by now. Sixty-nines were our favorite thing. We didn't mind sucking each other's dicks, and it felt so good to be sucked on, and doing it to each other at the same time was the fairest thing possible. I'd almost always have a dry orgasm and feel like stopping, and Max would jack his dick for a while laying next to me in our bed.
We moved when I was nine. Our old rental house had been really small and just us, but the new one was way bigger and had two apartments in it. It was also way across town and we had to go to a new school and make new friends. One of them was James. He lived in the other house's apartment and was two years older than me. He didn't seem to have many friends. Since he was older, his being nice to me and making friends was awesome as far as I was concerned.
It wasn't very long, I don't think, before I told James about watching porno on my computer. He didn't have one, so he was interested in seeing some. So after school one day, my brother and I sat down with James in front of our computer and we showed him some pornos. I remember he was really happy and liked watching them. I can sort of barely remember him holding his boner through his jeans and me thinking about what his dick looked like and if he'd want to jerk it off with me and my little brother. But my little brother had more guts. He asked James if he'd ever jacked it before. James laughed and told us he loved jerking it. So then my little bro asked him if he wanted to do it with us. Max said it was really fun to do, and even pulled his dick out of his jeans and started doing it. James looked at me all surprised, so I shrugged and said, "No big deal." I'm pretty sure James got his out next, then I did. I really only remember that all three of us jacked our dicks and watched straight porn vids until it was almost time for Mom to come home from her new job at four-thirty. That, and that James had a really long dick. But he was eleven, so it was probably average or so, just longer than my nine-year-old one or my seven-year-old bro's.
So, of course, James came over every day after school and the three of us jerked off watching straight porn. When James stayed over on weekends and such, we stayed up late and did it too. It was cool to do it and have dry orgasms with James. He had them too. Max would always keep doing it after James and I were done.
After a few weeks, we sort of slowed down. I guess it lost the novelty factor. We would do it a couple times a week or so, and usually every sleepover. Max and I kept doing sixty-nines alone almost every night.
James told us one day that he was making sperm and could squirt it now. He said it took a long time to do, and asked if we wanted to see. Of course we did! So we watched porn vids and jerked our little dicks, until James said, "Here it goes!"
He'd told us it wasn't very much, and it sure wasn't. Just one drop kind of oozed out of his dick hole. It was more clear than white, but it he'd done it. I thought it was fantastic. He showed us how it made strings between his fingers it was so sticky. Max asked if he could touch it. James said, "Go ahead." So Max put his finger on James' dick and got some on his finger. I didn't have the guts my little bro already had, so I sat there wishing I could find out what it felt like as Max rubbed it between his fingers and then rubbed his fingers on his jeans.
I had my first real orgasm not long after that. As we watched pornos with James in our room, I can remember feeling like I was going to have the usual dry orgasm, but in a strange way. The usual great feelings were stronger and I could actually feel something pushing up through my dick! Somehow I just knew what it was. I'm pretty sure I said something like, "I think I'm gonna squirt!" and both James and Max leaning over to watch. All that came out was a tiny bit of clear fluid that was really slippery. Not even an actual drop, just some wetness. But it felt so good! So much better than anything before. Even the times my little bro sucked my dick as I had a dry orgasm didn't feel that good.
After that, I began having wet orgasms nearly every time I jerked off. Whether it was with just Max, or with Max and James. Sometimes it was just James, when Max was out playing with a friend or staying over at their house. He made more friends than I did. I was shy and introverted. Max sure wasn't.
I don't think I ever did it alone. Maybe. I mean, I probably had to do it solo sometimes. I just don't remember those times. I only remember after school with Max and James. Not every day, but we'd plan on doing it sometimes. And the sleepovers. Late at night, the three of us on the floor, in the dark, sucking and jacking and pretending to fuck. Even at nine and ten, I liked sucking James' longer dick, and tasting it when he squirted his stuff.
Then came the night he fucked me in the butt. We'd tried it a few times, but then one sleepover, he actually got it inside me. It felt kind of awesome. He kept falling out and putting it back in. I remember asking him if he liked it, and in the dark, he said, "Oh, yeah!" After a few minutes, he said he was going to squirt, and asked if it was okay if he did it in my butt. I said, "Sure." I remember how he pushed really hard and got his dick kind of deeper than before, and feeling his dick wiggling in my butt, and him breathing hard right up against my face, and then feeling something a little wet up inside my butt. Mostly, I remember how thrilling it was. It was really awesome!
After that, James liked doing it up my butt. We always did that later, though, because I didn't like sucking his dick after it had been up my butt. Max didn't like it when James did it to him. He said it felt weird and just didn't like it. But I sure did. It was my favorite thing after sixty-nines. And, boy, did I like doing sixty-nines with James. His dick was nicely long and it was a lot of fun to have it in my mouth.
Then one day Max had a friend staying over. Brent was fun and a nice guy. Maybe he was Max's best friend. Anyway, it was late, and Max wanted to watch porno with Brent, which they'd done before, but this time, Max and Brent had obviously talked about doing it, because Max said, "So, you wanna?"
Brent said, "Okay."
Then they took out their dicks and jerked off. So I did too. After a couple videos, Max asked Brent, "So you wanna try it?"
Brent looked at me, then at Max and said, "For real?"
Max looked at me and said, "Bro won't mind, right?"
"I won't mind what?" I said.
"If I show Brent what a blow-job is like. He's never had one."
"Oh. No, I don't care. Go ahead."
So I watched my little bro suck his friend's dick. Man, Brent was into it! He looked amazed, with this big smile on his face. And he kept moving his legs and laughing and hissing through his teeth.
I had to ask, so I worked up the guts and did.
Brent sort of shrugged, so I took over. Brent had a slightly bigger one that Max, but shorter than James'. It was a real thrill to suck another guy's dick. I really liked it. Max wanted to again, so I got out of the way and watched and jerked my own. I got to see Brent have his first orgasm. It was probably dry. Max later said he didn't taste anything. But, boy, Brent looked like he was being tortured. Man, he went crazy for a few seconds. I will never forget that sight.
He made Max stop and sort of looked at and played with his red-headed dick for a few seconds. Obviously he was amazed.
So now we had another friend to do it with. It didn't take long before Max had Brent staying over and I had James staying over and the four of us ended up in a pile on the floor sucking and fingering and fucking and having the best times ever.
It wasn't every weekend, but we had foursomes pretty often. James and I were having wet orgasms that were growing more wet and sticky. I loved sucking James until he came. He seemed to like sucking me all the way too. He sure liked fucking me, and I liked being fucked. Some of the best times were with Max and Brent kneeling with their dicks in my face while James fucked me.
James turned twelve and his balls dropped and got bigger, and he started getting a hair here and there down there. Then his dick started growing a lot. Man, I loved that.
I turned eleven and started growing some down there too, and making more than just a drop or two when I came. It was still mostly clear and didn't squirt or anything, but it was awesome to have happening.
Then James turned thirteen and started getting real pubes around the base of his dick and started squirting more and more, and actually squirting it instead of just sort of leaking it. I really loved that too. And then his cum got thicker and denser and whiter and there was more of it. Now sucking him off all the way was really amazing.
But now James didn't want to do it anymore. He said it was too faggy now that he was a teenager. He said we could still jack off together at the same time when we watched pornos, but we couldn't do it to each other anymore. Not even jacking each other. And no way any sucking or fucking.
I thought about trying to get another friend to do it, but I was shy and introverted and just couldn't bring myself to.
Max and Brent were still up for it, though, so I still had threesomes when James wasn't around. But they had smooth, hairless dicks and balls, and weren't nearly as much fun as James. But they were all I had.
Every once in a while, when it was just James and me watching some porn, he would reach over and jack me off, so I'd reach over and jack him off. Not very often at all. Usually when I reached over first, he'd shake his head no. He asked me if I'd suck him off once, but only that once. I did, of course. As good as I could, hoping he'd want me to again and again. But he never asked me to again, and when I offered, he'd always say no.
By the time he was fourteen and I was twelve, even jacking off with James was really rare. He was hot and horny for girls and thought jacking off together was too gay. Man, that was aggravating. James had a nice dick growing, and I loved holding it and stroking it and watching it squirt. He was cumming nicely, often squirting three or four gobs up as far as his chest. Mmmm.
But now we weren't even jacking off watching porn together. I still had my bro and Brent after school a few times a week and during sleepovers. And I was sixty-nining with my little bro almost every night. So I wasn't exactly going dry. It was just that I missed James' big dick and balls, and his nice big shots of warm, sticky cum.
I started junior high. James started high school. He made friends at high school and we grew apart.
Junior high was both horrible and awesome. I made a few friends. The gym showers were awesome. I got to see all kinds of dicks and balls. I loved seeing the longer ones with hair and hanging balls. And the nice bodies all naked. Now I began to understand that I was gay, because I began to have feelings about guys. Not just lust, but longing and even love. It was 2013, so being gay wasn't all that big a deal, so I didn't deny it when a bully would make fun of me, calling me a fag. So, in no time, I was known as a fag.
But that was a blessing. Barry was this guy who sat at my lunch table. He was friends with a couple of guys I was friends with. He was very attractive. Sandy-blond hair, green eyes, nice lips and smile, and a very good body. Just a little taller than me.
It wasn't long before he ran up to me one day after classes.
"Hey, Ian. Can I ask you something?"
"You're really gay?"
I'd told a couple friends already, and was thinking about telling my parents, and he was the first to ask me in that way. I forced up the guts, looked him in his nice green eyes, and said, "Yes."
"Cool. Um... can I ask you something else?"
"Do you like me?"
"Sure, I guess. You seem like an okay guy. Why?"
"Well, I mean, do you... LIKE me."
I thought, OH WOW!
"Do you like me?" I asked.
He got really red in the face, smiled all cute, and said, "I think you're hot."
"Wow. Okay. Well, I think you're hot too."
We stood there, kind of laughing and embarrassed, I guess, as I worked up the guts to ask him if he wanted to come to my place and... talk.
He told me where he lived and asked where I lived. Kind of far apart. We already knew we rode different busses. He asked me if I knew where a certain mall was. I did. It was pretty much right between us.
He asked, "Want to meet up there on Saturday?"
So we had a date. Sort of.
We talked a little until we had to get to our busses. It was only once I was on the bus, talking to my only friend who rode it with me, that I wondered if anyone had seen us and figured us out. That had me worried, a lot.
We talked the rest of the week, talking about what we could do at the mall. There were a couple stores we both liked and some other things to do there.
Saturday was nerve wracking. I kept wondering if we would be spotted and made fun of. But nothing like that happened. We saw some other kids from school, but we avoided any weird situations. It was a pretty good time. Man, the more time I spent with him, the more good looking he seemed. He sure had a nice butt, and a nice bulge in front. I'd worn a pair of jeans that showed off what I had as much as possible myself. It was a great day, overall.
So we became more than just lunch-table acquaintances during the next couple of weeks. We met up to hang around at the mall and did some other stuff together. Then on our fourth or fifth Saturday out together, he asked me if I wanted to come stay at his place tonight.
"If you want to stay, on Sunday, my folks go to church and we can have some alone time."
Oh, wow. Okay.
So I asked my folks, got permission, and a ride to his place. Thankfully, my Mom didn't want to come in and meet his folks!
We had a good time. I was really nervous as hell the whole time. He had a far nicer house than I did, for sure. And a computer. So I asked if he watched pornos. He got so cute as he blushed and nodded.
"Wanna watch some later, when my folks are in bed?" he asked.
So we did pretty normal stuff until it was late and his folks had said goodnight and had time to fall asleep.
He asked, "Ready to watch some porn?"
We got in front of his computer. I was so hard already! And so nervous. Even though, as he started the first video, it was surprisingly easy to ask him if he had ever watched porn with someone before.
"Yeah, a couple friends. Why?"
"You ever, um, you know, jack it with them?"
He got so red-faced! Then he said, "I kind of thought about it. Have you?"
I wasn't going to admit to doing it with my bro, or his friend, or even James, so I said, "I kind of always thought about it."
He was so adorable as he asked, "You wanna?"
He started a video. I was as nervous and I had ever before been! By far! And so hard it was amazing. I was dying to see what he had in his pants, and to hold it and stroke it... and I hoped, suck on it! Oh, man!
We sat and watched the video. A good one, with a couple good looking guys. They swapped tongues, then one went down on the other one. Nice big dick! Man, my dick was doing a dance in my pants! And I was really looking forward to seeing Barry's dick and balls, and seeing him jack it, and watching him cum. I wondered if he squirted anything or not. How big his was. If he had any hairs yet. How big his balls were and if they hung down any yet. All kinds of thoughts.
I wondered how we were going to get started. And when.
I looked away from the video to look at Barry. He was doing the same thing I was - holding my dick through my jeans and trying to secretly rub on it a little. He looked at me and smiled, all red-faced.
"You ready?" he asked.
I nodded. He laughed a little, then looked down at his hands and started undoing his jeans. So I did too. So nervous! Way more nervous than at any time I'd done something with my bro or James. That had all been sort of innocent playing around - this was with a guy who said he was gay too, and we were going to... whatever we were going to do.
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