TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Mace's TaleRated: X ages 13
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It seemed like it took forever to happen!
My first sexual encounter was in 1979, when I was twelve - but it was with the neighbor girl.
I lived in a small farming town more than an hour from any kind of city. At twelve I was just starting to get interested in sex things. I was getting boners sometimes, but I didn't know how to masturbate properly. I'd just sort of play with it until I got bored or distracted or interrupted. My bedroom window looked almost directly into her bedroom window, and we'd sort of talked to each other that way a few times as we grew up. We'd sort of been friends since we were both really little. I saw her in her window in just her bra and panties a few times, and when I was changing I sometimes saw her watching me. We both started keeping our curtains open and peek. It became a sort of game, I think.
So, the summer after sixth grade, I was twelve, and getting interested in sexy stuff. We'd been giving each other peeks sometimes. Sort of hot. Well, I was home alone one Sunday while my parents were out doing garage sales and then the grocery shopping. I was in the shed in the back yard messing around alone. I usually had a friend over, but today for some reason I don't remember I was alone. She was fourteen, and quite pretty. I even sort of had a crush on her. So she walks into the workshed and says hi and we start talking. It wasn't anything new. What was new, was her asking if I wanted to see her boobs up close.
Well, duh! She said I had to show her my dick. So we went up to my bedroom and started getting undressed. The most exciting moments of my life so far! I was bone-hard before we even got upstairs, and was kind of embarrassed. But we got our clothes off and stood there naked in front of each other for a bit. I could feel my dick bouncing up and down! She had nice tits with pink nipples and a big bushy bush. Girls back then didn't trim or shave, I guess. It seemed like such a mystery down there.
"I'll let you touch my boobs if you let me touch your penis."
She actually used the word penis. I nodded without saying a word. She stepped up close and I was so shaky all over as I reached up and put both hands on her tits. I jumped and laughed when I felt her grab my dick. Man, the way her tits felt was really interesting and really nice.
She said, "Want to suck 'em?"
I nodded, and then she pulled my head down and I sucked her nipple.
Then she asked, "Want me to suck your penis?"
I stopped enjoying her boob and nodded. I watched her get on her knees, open her mouth, lean forward, and then I felt the most awesome thing ever! I kept thinking, "I'm getting a blow-job!" over and over. It felt so terrific!
She stopped, stood up, and asked me, "Want to fuck?"
I nodded again. I had no idea what to do, not really, so she guided me the entire way. Pretty soon she was on her back, her legs up in the air, and I was humping along like mad. My dick wasn't long, I didn't even have pubes yet, so it fell out often. It felt okay, pretty good, but I liked the blow-job a lot more. I guess my little dick wasn't doing much for her, so she had me get off and then she showed me how to play with her pussy and clit, and then had me eat her out. She moaned a lot, and then, when she came, I got sort of grossed out. It was all warm and slimy and nasty as far as I was concerned. She said I did a good job, got dressed, and left me alone in my room with a throbbing, aching, pounding boner. That was how I learned to masturbate, by using my fist to mimic a pussy.
That never happened again. I left my curtains open, got dressed and undressed in front of it, and even jacked it so she could see. But she kept her curtains closed. We talked sometimes after that, but sex seemed off the table. It was bogus, but what could I do?
One thing I did was tell my friends. I didn't say who, just told them all about it.
Then seventh grade started.
Things got weird for me. It was the gym class showers. Seeing naked guys was turning me on something scary. I loved seeing all those dongs dangling and hanging, and those balls swinging. Some guys were as smooth as me, some had some hair, and some of the eighth graders had even more pubes and bigger dicks and balls. I knew it was too interesting to me.
It got worse when I realized I was thinking about guys when I jacked off.
By the end of seventh grade I had some pubes coming in, my dick was growing, and my balls were filling out. I was also squirting when I jacked it now. I loved that. It felt so much better, and I loved eating my cum. It was so neat, too. All slippery and sticky and gooey. The taste was sweet and salty and a lot like mushrooms - which I liked on pizza, in meatloaf, with steaks, saut�ed or fried or just about any way.
What I didn't like was liking guys. I wanted to like girls. It was right and proper to want sex with girls. It was wrong and bad to want to suck dicks. I wanted more than to just suck dicks. I wanted to kiss boys. I wanted to fuck boys. I wanted a boy to fuck me. I wanted a guy to sit on my dick so I could jack him off and cum in his butt as he came on my stomach. I wanted to suck a guy off and taste his cum as it came right out of his dick.
I was so fucking gay.
And it was so fucking scary.
During eighth grade, it only got worse. I dreamed about guys. I got my friends to change clothes as often as possible. I loved going to Gary's house so we could change into our swimming shorts, swim for a while, then change out of them and dry off and get into dry clothes to hang around in his room.
I enjoyed peeking up the legs of my frienss' shorts. Man, back then, those sports shorts were awesome! They were so short and the leg openings so wide.
I got this massive crush on a guy named Steve. He was so cute. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body, great bulge in front, nice ass in back... he had it all. But he wasn't one of my friends, and he wasn't in my gym class, so what was making that impressive bulge in the front of his jeans was a total mystery. I loved imaging what was in there as I jerked off at night.
Before I go any further, I should mention the pantsing. My friends and I had this sort of running gag where we'd pants each other sometimes. Usually when it was more than just two of us. One of us would yank down someone's shorts or sweatpants. Usually a sleepover thing, but we'd do it at other times, too. Often while swimming over at Gary's. By this time, I knew I enjoyed it in a different way than my friends did. I'd seen all my friend's butts and junk since we'd been little kids, but just in quick flashes that didn't really reveal much at all. It had slowed down around this time, probably because adolescent boys were more reserved about those kinds of things, but we still did it sometimes.
I should also mention that Jeremy was the most daring and bold of all my friends. He was the one who'd do almost anything. The one who'd dare us to do things. Not really the leader, that was sort of Mike. Jeremy was the one who would do something first when we were all trying to goad someone else into being first. I think he was even the one who did the most pantsing besides me.
Near the end of eighth grade, during Easter break, Jeremy was staying over at my house. The weekend and the family gathering was over, and we didn't have to go to school for two more days, but my folks were back to work, so we had the entire day alone at my house. It was pretty normal in the morning, but as we were getting lunch, I was extra frisky from not beating one off whenever I wanted with family over for two days, and Jeremy was standing at the counter next to me putting peanut butter on the other slices of bread. I was done with the jelly, so I walked around him to put it back in the fridge. I noticed how nice his butt was in those shorts. Blue shorts with white piping on the sides. Short legs, but wide openings, and slightly tight, so they really showed off his butt. He wasn't in my gym class, nor last year, and I hadn't seen him naked since we'd been swimming over the summer at Gary's. I hadn't seen him pantsed in a while either. So I was hot and horny, and on the way back around him from the fridge, as he was spreading peanut butter on the last slice of bread, I stopped and yanked his shorts down. All the way. I bent down too, to get his shorts way down, and got my face within a couple inches of his bare ass. Oh, man. He was slightly tanned all over, except his bare, smooth, white ass.
He sort of laughed, but had a slice of bread in one hand and a butter knife in the other, so he had to drop them before he could pull up his shorts. He didn't right away. Instead, he finished spreading the peanut butter first. So I got a good, long look at his butt. It made my dick go full hard. I wished he wasn't standing up against the counter so I could see his junk. But I soaked in that sight for a few seconds as he finished spreading the peanut butter. Then he put down the slice of bread, the knife, and pulled his shorts up. I sort of got a glance as his front. Just enough that I knew he had some pubes and that his pink parts weren't small anymore.
"Get a good look?" he laughed, picking up his sandwiches and milk and laughing.
I said, "Just of your butt."
"Yeah, well, that's all you get to see," he laughed.
But he was now facing me, with his two sandwiches in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.
It was way too tempting.
So I jerked forward, grabbed the sides of his shorts, and yanked them down. All the way again. I was pretty much on my knees. I had a total and complete view! Nice! Man, Jeremy had a solid ring of pubes above his dick, a nice long dick for thirteen - almost fourteen - anyway. His balls were hanging down just a little and looked like they were growing nicely. The pink head of his dick was real sleek and conical, almost like the tip of a missile. It had to be hanging at least three or four inches. I of course wondered just how long it got when hard.
I stood up and stepped back and looked some more. Man, I liked what I was seeing. My dick was fully boned, and I felt it and knew it, but I wasn't thinking about how obvious it would be in my own sports shorts.
Jeremy sort of stood there, looking at me, his shorts down around his knees, sandwiches and glass in his hands.
I wondered if I'd made a big mistake. I didn't wonder it, I sort of knew it.
"You gonna pull 'em up? Or do I have to put this down and do it myself?" he asked.
He didn't look mad or anything, so I was pretty sure he didn't know why I'd done it. So I hid a grin as I went back on my knees and worked his underwear and shorts back up his legs and over his junk. I got this idea, so I put my hand down the front of his shorts and adjusted his junk in his underwear. Man, I was handling Jeremy's junk! It felt pretty great. A little smaller than mine, but it wasn't my own, so it was a huge thrill. When I got it all tucked away, I pulled my hand out, stood up, and asked, "Comfortable?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
He didn't look mad or grossed out or anything. I can remember he was even smiling a little and pretty red-faced.
I grabbed my milk and sandwiches and we went to the front room to watch television. There wasn't much on, so we ended up talking instead of watching some stupid soap operas or news. I was more interested in remembering the view I'd just had anyway.
"So you saw mine, do I get to see yours?" he asked out of seemingly nowhere.
I was shocked. Surprised at least. We were pretty much best friends, and I was really close with him, and comfortable, so I ended up saying, "Anytime you wanna, dude."
"How about when we're finished with our sandwiches?"
I remember he was really red-faced and had a huge grin. He wasn't joking around, he was serious. So I shrugged and said, "Sure."
I pretty much wolfed down those sandwiches and my milk. So did he. Then he scooted over on the couch and yanked my shorts down. Just like that. Boom.
I was still boned. For some reason I hadn't even thought about that. So there it stood, upright and hard.
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