TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Jay's TaleRated: X ages 12, 8
Hello, my name is Jay, and this is the true story of me and my best friend Mike. It started in 1976 in East, Texas, when I was twelve and he was eight.
We grew up on a rural road around East, Texas, with no other homes for miles. I met Mike when I was seven, he was four, and his older brother was about twelve. We didn't see much of each other at that age unless our parents were visiting one another. Our families would get together for hamburgers or hot dogs once a month or so.
By the time I was twelve and Mike was eight, his older brother had just gotten his driver's license and was usually gone with his older friends, usually getting in trouble, so it was just me and Mike. He was a big boy for his age, almost the same height and weight as me. We both had blue eyes and blond hair, and were sometimes mistaken for brothers.
One day during the summer, when our parents were at work and his older brother was out looking for trouble, I rode over to his house. We were playing his family's Pong game, which was the first video game. It was so cool. After a few rounds he asked if I wanted to see something really cool. Of course, I said yes.
We went to his brother's room, where he pulled out a box that was hidden in his brother's closet. After taking out a few ragged shirts, there was a bunch of magazines in the bottom. I could tell we were not supposed to be looking at them just from the covers.
Mike said he had been looking at them for a couple of weeks as he picked one out of the box and handed it to me. I was in awe of the pictures of naked women in it. I had never seen anything like that.
I'd only had an erection before a few times, and I really didn't think much of it. I already knew that holding my erection felt good, but that was the entirety of my sexual experience and knowledge. Until that minute.
When I saw the first magazine, I thought, Oh man! I didn't know this is what women and sex is all about!
After that, I went over there almost every day so we could look at them and talk about tits, pussy, and what it would be like to feel them. I would get hard as a rock and have to adjust it in my jeans. I noticed that he did too, and that he was looking at me adjust myself. We giggled and he asked if we could look at each other's dicks.
It seemed okay, and I was very excited by the magazines, and curious, so we dropped our pants and underwear.
I noticed his was much smaller than mine and figured it was our age difference. Mine was twice as long and as thick as his. He told me mine was the size of the guys in the magazine.
He asked to touch it. I let him. He wrapped his hand around my dick and gave it a squeeze. Without thinking I reached over and grabbed his dick. It was very hard and felt a lot like mine, just smaller.
I really liked how it felt when he held onto mine. His hand was warm and soft, and my dick felt really good in his hand. His dick felt good to my hand, too. It was warm and hard, but soft, too. This touching each other's dicks was a lot of fun.
We did this for several more days, even getting a ruler and measuring both of our dicks. At twelve, mine was already seven inches and his was three inches. It seems like we measured each other's dicks every day, taking longer and longer, and just holding and massaging each other for longer and longer.
We both thought it was fun and great. When we weren't able to do that at the moment, we would talk about it if no one could hear us.
Just about each time it was a little different, sometimes we would even grab each other's cocks through our jeans on our way to go fool around or get a magazine. Sometimes we would be playing with our own dick and sometimes just reach over and grab the others. We were pretty free about it, and a bit more than best friends. I think we expected and wanted stuff to happen.
After several of these measuring and holding bouts, I started playing with myself alone. I didn't know what to do, I just knew it felt good to play with it just about any way.
Then one day there was a new magazine, OUI, and it showed guys dicks inside pussies, and sperm, as we called it. The women often had sperm on their faces, tits, asses, and even in their mouths. We didn't know if it was real, how they went about making it happen, or anything. We were new to any type of sex previous to us finding the box of magazines.
In the back of that magazine I saw an ad for another magazine that showed a guy with his dick in another guy's ass. Another ad with a guy with his dick in the mouth of another guy. I didn't say anything about the ads, of course. Mostly because they made my dick even harder. I wondered if it was normal for guys to do that, but I suspected it wasn't. Homosexuality wasn't something every kid knew about back then.
I kept going from the pictures that showed a dick inside a pussy or a dick and sperm on a big tit, to the ads in the back. I guess he noticed and asked what I had found. I showed him. He said that he had asked his brother about the ads with guys doing those things. His brother told him those were gay guys and not to do stuff like that.
Well, our curiosity eventually got the better of us.
One Friday night I was over for a sleepover when his brother was out for the night with friends. I showed up on my bicycle after our families had finished dinner. It was late summer and would be light outside for a while, so we rode bikes and talked about all the sex stuff we had seen. We both got hard. By then we sort of always knew when the other had a boner. We didn't try hiding them or anything. After riding a while longer our boners went back to limp. Just about dark we went in, and Mike told his mom we were going to play Pong then go to sleep.
We played Pong for a while before we stripped down to our underwear. We first started having sleep overs earlier that summer, and our moms would always have us put pajama bottoms in a small bag to take with us, even though we knew sleeping in the summer heat of Texas that we would both just sleep in our underwear. It got hot in Texas. Back then not everyone had AC, but his house had a huge attic fan that his parents would turn on to cool the house when they went to bed.
A little while later, we heard the attic fan come on. We knew his parents were going to sleep. He reached under his bed and pulled out the OUI magazine and we started looking at the 'cum shoots.'
Once we were hard from looking at the magazine, we both pulled our underwear off like we were getting ready to measure our dicks again.
After a couple of minutes he flipped to the back and we talked about the gay guys.
I asked him, "What do you think about this stuff?"
He said, "It looks like fun. But if we do stuff like that we would be gay."
I told him, "A guy with a dick in his ass must be in some pain."
Soon we were naked on his bed, holding and squeezing each other's dicks, still talking about the gay guys.
He said, "If no one ever finds out then it wouldn't be so bad to try it."
I agreed, then asked, "What do you think we should try?"
He snuck out of his room, naked, and was back within a minute or two with some of his mom's hand lotion. He put a dab in his hand and coated my dick with it. Wow, that felt great!
It was sort of my first hand-job. I'd never done anything like it to myself before. Like I said, I was totally unaware of all this sex stuff. We lived a very isolated life in the Texas countryside, and in 1976 there wasn't anything like the internet or cell phones or porn tapes. We just didn't have any way to know about any of it. Not until we messed around and learned it bit by bit. Like we were right then.
I said, "Oh God, that feels great!"
He smiled and then started going up and down my sensitive, never-done-anything-like-that-before dick, faster and tighter. Oh man! That felt even better!
Then he let go and straddled me.
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