TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Olsen's First Time TaleRated: X ages 9, 15
When I was nine, my best friend, Dominick, asked me if I wanted to go on an overnight camping trip with him, his older brother, and his dad. Dom and I had used his tent and sleeping bags and stuff to sleep outside in his back yard quite a few times, and this was the chance to do the real thing. My dad wasn't into those kinds of things, so I had never camped before. I asked my folks, and since it was just to the camping area in the mountains just outside of the little town we lived in, I got to go.
I stayed over at his house Friday night so that we could leave early in the morning. We had a great time that night. His older brother, Dwight, hung out with us all night. I got along with Dwight really well. He was nice, especially for an older brother. He was almost old enough to drive, so I think he was fifteen, because we talked a lot about what kind of car he wanted and he promised to take us camping on his own if our parents agreed it was cool. The three of us stayed up late and played games on Dom's new Nintendo and watched movies and had a great time.
Dwight had always been a good older brother to Dom and had always been a decent guy with me. He never acted like we were a bother or anything, and was always willing to play with us. One thing we did a lot was wrestling. This was before the WWF turned it into a soap opera, back when wrestlers got bloody and hurt for real and there were no scripts. The days of real wrestling. We'd pretend to be our favorite wrestlers of the day and go at it. Dwight fought sort of dirty in one way - one of his moves was to grab your junk and make you weak and give up. It had no other connotation to me, not even at nine. I even dared to do it to him before he would to me sometimes. He always claimed that wasn't fair because he was older and had more down there and it was more sensitive and it hurt, while we didn't have anything that mattered and it wasn't as sensitive yet.
On Saturday morning, we got up early and headed into the forest preserves along the lake and hills just outside of town. I'd barely ever been there before, and never for more than a couple hours, and even then only at the picnic grounds. We spent the morning setting up the two tents in a remote little spot next to the lake. Their dad got the pup tent, and we got to use the bigger one for the three of us. Still, there wasn't much room in that tent either, it was just big enough that the three of us could lay down. Then we went fishing along the shore. We didn't catch much, and it wasn't a lot of fun, but I'd never fished before either, so it was still kind of fun, anyway. I got to clean and gut and prepare my first live fish. I was grossed out but hid most of it, pretending to be strong and brave. We had the fish for lunch along with some stuff we'd brought. Then we walked to the scenic area and checked out the views and walked through the woods. Not tons of fun, but still, it was a new experience to me and I enjoyed it. Besides, Dom and Dwight were fun. Their dad was too. I had a good time.
When we got back to the camp site, we all went for a swim to get the sweat off. We'd brought trunks, so we changed in the tents. Dom and I were sort of used to changing with each other, in a way. I had an above-ground pool, so he'd changed in my room hundreds of times as I'd changed in front of him. And we'd taken off our wet trunks to get into dry clothes after swimming so we didn't soak my bed or the floor or the couch or whatever. We'd seen each other's dingles tons of times. We knew he had the slightly longer one while mine was a bit thicker. We sort of even jacked a bit together a few times. We were nine, so nothing much, just experimenting with our dicks with each other. We hardly touched each others, only once from time to time. We'd never jerked each other or anything. So, anyway, I saw my buddy's dick and balls again, no big deal. But I was pretty interested in Dwight's. It seemed huge! So did his balls. And he had pubes. Not many, but to me at nine they seemed like a full head of hair. I'd never seen pubes before. Porn back then was a true rarity! After swimming, we didn't have to sit on furniture, so we didn't have to change out of our trunks. I sort of wanted to, so I could see Dwight's big dick and balls again.
We fished for dinner, this time catching a bit more. We had dinner, then did smores and told jokes and stories, then it was time to get into the tents to get away from the mosquitoes. And it was threatening to rain anyway, with occasional flashes of lighting well over the horizon, slowly growing brighter and closer. So me, Dom, and his older brother told stories in our little oval tent while their dad was inside the pup tent.
We started on scary stories as it started to thunder. Then what had to be a huge bear came up and roared and hit the side of our tent and all three of us huddled up in the center of the tent and screamed!
Then we heard their dad laughing. Then he said, "I've got a lot of work to do on you boys before you're not citified wussies anymore!"
Well, it was sort of funny once we let go of each other and started pretending we hadn't been scared at all and had known it was just their dad.
Then the rain came. The storm stayed mostly calm, so it wasn't all that scary.
Eventually we laid down. It was basically a pup tent, maybe one size bigger, with an angled back wall opposite the entry that gave Dwight just enough room to stretch out in it. So that put him in the middle, with me on one side and his brother on the other. We talked a joked for a bit, the rain making soft sounds on the tent, before I fell asleep.
I remember waking up and feeling someone messing with my stuff. I was still wearing the swimming trunks and they were dry by now. I knew it wasn't Dom, because he would have to reach over Dwight. And I was pretty sure the hand was pretty big. So I was sure it was Dwight. Whoever it was, they were playing with my dick and balls through my trunks. Totally.
I was sort of in shock, I guess.
I wondered what the hell he was doing. It felt pretty good, so I didn't stop him right then and there. I was pretty sure he'd been touching me for a while before I woke up, because my dick was really hard, and it was extra-tingly like after I'd been playing with it for a bit. It felt good enough that I let him keep doing it. It sort of tickled, too, making me have to fight not to move or laugh. It was weird to enjoy having a guy touching me like that. I just laid there and started at the ceiling of the tent, unable to see it in the darkness.
When he stopped, I actually wished he would keep doing it. Then I felt his hand going up the leg of my trunks. I almost stopped him right then, but I guess I was sort of... hypnotized? Curious? Something. For some reason, I just laid there and let him slip his hand up the leg of my trunks and then grope me through that thin sling for your junk.
That felt even better! I was really surprised. It made me want him to do it. I think. I'm sure I didn't think about stopping him now.
He sort of jacked my dick through that thin material, slowly moving the loose skin on my dick up and down the shaft with just his finger and thumb - I guess, because I couldn't see, it was pitch black. I remember how great it felt when the soft, flimsy material brushed across the underside of tip. That was awesome!
He played with my balls sometimes, too. That felt okay, but the jacking was way better. I liked it. So when he started to pull down the front of my trunks, I didn't resist or stop him. The air felt good on it, too. What felt really good was the way he jacked it now. Man, I'd never made it feel that good when I did it! It made me want to tell him I was awake and I liked it and he could do it. I sure didn't, though. Instead, I laid there perfectly still, staring upward into the dark, while he jacked my nine-year-old boner. He stopped to play with my balls a few times.
Then he stopped. I was sort of let down. But then I felt his breath on my skin down there, and then I felt a new tickling sensation on my balls. It was warm and wet, too. Feeling his warm breath on my thigh, I knew he was putting my balls in his mouth! Weird! But it felt pretty good.
I was just thinking how gay this was, but how good it felt, and wishing he'd put my dick in his mouth and suck on it so I could see if that felt as great as I'd always heard it did, when he stopped using his mouth on my balls. I felt his breath on the skin near my dick, and then I felt his warm, wet, soft mouth on my dick.
I nearly gasped out loud and sat up and pushed his head away, but I was afraid I'd wake up Dom or their dad. And I worried he'd think I was a fag or something for not stopping him sooner. Weird, how a nine-year-old thinks, huh?
But it felt pretty good. So soft and warm and nice.
And then it started feeling so good I didn't want to stop him. This totally awesome tingling grew out of nowhere and filled my dick with the most pleasure I'd ever felt.
I remember thinking I was getting a blow-job and it felt great, even if it was a guy.
It started feeling so good I was even glad he was doing it.
I felt his lips moving up and down on my dick. That felt so good! So did when he used his tongue all over it. That was great! But the feeling of when he sucked on it was awesome!
Man, I didn't have a clue that something could feel that good! I couldn't hold still! I had to move. My legs ached to stretch or kick or something. But I didn't dare move. I wanted him to keep going and going and going! I could do this every day!
It felt better and better, and then better and better, and then it got so strong and powerful and incredibly good that I did kick my legs and arch my back and I even reached up and grabbed his head and pushed it down harder so that he didn't stop! I think I even cried out a bit as my body did things I didn't know it could do and I was overwhelmed by a pleasure that seemed impossible!
A strange, weird throbbing feeling started down there, and it was all I could do not to scream out loud! Those pulses took over and I couldn't breathe as they filled every inch of me with pounding waves of pleasure. My dick felt like it was trying to crawl off my body!
It went on for several seconds, my breathing locked down, the pleasure from his mouth too strong to even move, as pulses of pleasure exploded from my dick and balls and filled my stomach and back and my brain.
Then it was so good it almost hurt, and so strong I couldn't stand it, and it tickled so much!
My hands went from pushing his head down further onto my dick to yanking his head away before I did scream or laugh out loud.
He held his head there, but I fought him until I began to move his head away. I was kicking and twisting and holding back noises deep in my throat. Finally I got his mouth off my dick and pushed his head further away.
I was so relieved! I could breathe again! And now my legs and my back were under my control again. I was breathing a little hard from holding my breath for so long.
He let go of my trunks and put them back the way they belonged. I laid still and recovered. I still felt tingles and waves of lesser pleasure as they subsided and left me wishing it had gone on for a lot longer.
I was never scared, or worried, not the entire time. Except that I might wake Dom at a couple points.
I only knew one thing for sure - I liked it. A lot. Well, I was sure of two things, the second being I hoped he would do it again sometime, sooner rather than later. Three things - I didn't want anyone to find out about it.
I heard a strange, rhythmic sound in the darkness. I didn't know it then, but he was jacking himself off. I heard him softly sigh, and then it got wet sounding. Then it was quiet.
I thought about how weird it was, and if it meant that I was a fag because I hadn't stopped him. I wondered if he was a fag. I wondered if Dom knew his older brother was a homo. I prayed Dom had stayed asleep. I was pretty sure he would have.
Eventually I fell asleep.
The next day we had a good time, packed up, and headed home. I was sort of sad. I kept wishing we were staying another night so that Dwight would be able to do that to me again.
On the way home, their dad asked me if I'd had a good time. I said, "The best time I ever had!" and smiled real big at Dwight. I remember how red his face got as clearly as if it was yesterday.
Hell, I would have said the same thing if Dwight hadn't done that. I'd had a great time even without what happened late in the night in the tent.
Their dad asked if I wanted to come camping with them again.
Dwight's grin was wider than I'd ever seen on him before.
A few weeks later, we went camping again. Dwight did it again. I loved it.
Not long after that second camping trip, maybe a couple of months later, Dwight sneaked into Dom's room late when I was sleeping over and did it to me there for the first time. Not the last, by far. Dom always slept soundly, so we weren't worried. He was a zombie once he fell asleep. Still, after a few times, when Dwight would sneak in and wake me up quietly, we'd go to his room.
By the time I turned ten, I was getting head from Dwight pretty much every time I slept over at Dom's. Before I turned eleven, he got me to jack him off while he sucked me off. The first time I got his cum on my fingers I was grossed out, but I got used to it. I was almost fascinated by his big dick, his big balls, and his pubes.
After I turned eleven, and Dwight had turned sixteen and gotten a pickup truck, he took Dom and me camping. Fun times!
Before I turned twelve, Dwight talked me into sucking his dick for the first time. I had thought it would be super-gross, but it wasn't. I even sort of, kind of, weirdly, liked it. In a way. That sort of bothered me a bit for a while. Still, now I sucked his dick while he sucked mine. He always warned me before he shot off, though I sort of liked the taste of his pre-cum and sort of wanted to taste his cum. He had sweet and salty pre-cum, and it felt nice on my tongue, too. By then I sort of liked the feeling of his cum on my fingers too. It was so slippery and so sticky. How could it be both? Weird! It also had a kind of smell that was sort of appealing. I began sneaking tastes of it. Well, long before I turned thirteen, I was swallowing Dwight's wad. He was overjoyed that first time!
I hit puberty about that time, too, and started squirting little droplets when I beat it off. So I knew Dwight was swallowing what little wad I produced. Many times he complimented me on my pubes, my growing dick and balls, and said I was growing into a sexy stud. We began cuddling and hugging and kissing before and after doing it in his room.
At thirteen I was pretty sure I liked guys. I would only think of guys when I beat off, and I loved seeing the naked guys in the gym showers. I fantasized about guys. Somehow I seemed fine with it. No big conflict or struggle. It still wasn't 'cool' to be gay back then, so I had to hide it.
Dwight and I began to sneak off to be totally alone in the hills. We'd take some camping gear and a tent and spend two days all alone in that tent. We'd be in each other's arms from the time we got there until the drive home. I would tell Dom and my folks I was staying over at some random friend's house, and Dwight would tell his brother and folks that he was going camping with his buds.
Those camping trips were pure bliss. That was when we first did anal. I was tight, a total anal virgin, and it didn't go well that first time. The next time he brought Vaseline and fingered me first, and it was a rousing success. He topped me many times in that tent up in the hills. I topped him a few times, mostly experimentally, but I turned out to be almost completely a bottom-boy. Since Dwight was mostly a top, we went well together. Though he liked being topped a bit more than I liked topping, so we soon learned to use objects as toys.
It was on one of those private camping trips that Dwight told me he was gay. I told him I was too. I also told him I was in love with him. He said he liked me, a lot, but he didn't know if it was love. That hurt.
For a year, we went to high school together. I even got to see him in the gym showers. I always had a good look, and wondered at how lucky I was. He looked at me, too, wearing that cute grin of his.
Then he was going off to college. I was heartbroken, and I had to hide it from everyone, including Dom and my parents. That was the toughest time of my life. But we made love as often as we could in anticipation of his leaving. Those last few days together were frantic sexual marathons in the tent in the woods. I cried in private for days after he left.
We kept doing it even after he went to college. The times he came home for holidays and summer breaks were awesome. Somehow, no one, not even Dom, ever figured us out. But then, no one knew we were spending all those days and weekends up in the hills together as boys, and once he'd become a college student we'd met up at places and no one knew we were together either.
We secretly saw each other until he had graduated and taken a job in another state. I only ever saw him on major holidays after that, and we almost always sneaked off together for a quick refresher. Other than those rare times, I was alone for four years. Then he got a job in yet another state even further away and we didn't see each other again for many years.
I was twenty-five and living on my own when I finally met another gay guy. After that, I met many more. It was nearly 2000, so it wasn't such a big deal by then. I did the party/bar scene for a while, but I wasn't that type. I told my folks that I was gay in 2009, but not any of my friends, including Dom.
I often wondered if Dwight had ever done anything to Dom. Looking back, Dwight sure knew how to stroke my little dick, and how to suck it really well, and how to play with my balls. He even knew about Vaseline and how to finger a guy to get him ready. Maybe thet're not that difficult to get right on the first try. Or maybe Dwight and Dom were doing it all along as well. I never worked up the guts to ask Dom or Dwight.
While Dom and Dwight and I stayed in touch through snail-mail and then email, I never saw Dwight again after he had taken that second job back in 1998, until my dad's funeral last year. By then I was out and in a long-term relationship. Dom and Dwight both looked so different. Dwight and I weren't sex-struck boys or teenagers any longer. He was still a decent looking guy, though. So was Dom. Dom was married with four little girls. Dwight was in a long-term relationship with a guy, and had told his family he was gay not long after moving out of state in '96. Dom hadn't told me that. Interesting.
I'd told Randall, my guy at the time, all about Dwight and our years-long, secret, almost-relationship. So I introduced him to my guy as "This is Dwight, the guy, who when I was nine and he was twelve, molested me in a tent with my best friend, his little brother, sleeping right next to us, and started my trip down the gay highway. Dwight, this is Randall, the guy who fulfills my life with love and light these days."
Dwight turned beet-red and looked shocked.
My guy held out his hand and said, "Hi, Dwight, nice to meet you. And thanks!"