TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Pete's Tale
My first time happened out of nowhere.
The summer of 1978, just before I started high school. It seemed like everything was changing.
Most of my friends were thirteen, some were fourteen. I had just turned fourteen. I shared a bedroom with my twelve-year-old brother, so I spent a lot of overnights at friends' houses. My circle of friends was kind of changing already. Some of them were getting more sporty and athletic, some were getting more dorky and nerdy. I was more or less in the middle. I wasn't into sports much, and I wasn't into comic books as much anymore. I'd started puberty in sixth grade, more or less. I'd gotten pubes before seventh grade, and from what I saw in the showers that year, I was almost the only seventh-grader with them. Not that I had many, but they were there. None of my friends got hairs down there that year, but a couple did in eighth grade. Well, I didn't see all my friends naked those years - I only saw the ones in my gym class. And some of them bragged about having them, so I sort of knew who did and who didn't.
I saw all my friends in their underwear almost every weekend. There wasn't a lot to do in our town, so weekends were spent at friends' houses, going around in turns. Ever since we were kids we took pajamas on sleepovers and changed in front of each other at some point. No big deal. Not back then. But once we were hitting our teens, pajamas were for kids, so we slept in our underwear.
That lead to show-and-show games. We'd all seen each other's willys by the time we were ten or so anyway, but now wearing only tighty-whities to sleep in meant we tended to show off our pubes and our growing dicks and balls. On rare occasions we'd show off our boners.
By the summer of '78 I knew I was way too interested in boys' bodies. Seeing my friends take off their shirts and drop their jeans before bed usually resulted in a boner for me anymore. That often led to comparisons and showing off, so it was kind of cool. Though some of my friends weren't very willing. They though it was faggy. But some didn't mind.
One who didn't mind was James. He was a couple months older than me, so no surprise he had a bit more down there than I did. He wasn't in my gym class in either seventh or eighth grades, so I hadn't seen him naked, except for those daring show-and-show games before going to bed when sleeping over at his place. That usually only happened when it was just the two of us now. Though I'd see him and my other friends in just tighty-whities almost every weekend.
One Friday it was five of us staying at Mike's house. When it got late, we'd all taken off our shirts and pants and laid down and played Monopoly until we couldn't stay awake any more. When I woke up having to pee, I saw that Dennis was on his back with a major boner in his briefs. The other guys were all still asleep, mostly on their fronts or sides, but Kyle was on his back, but no boner. So I stared at Dennis' boner and wiggled mine against the floor. Man, did that feel great! Seeing Dennis' big boner in his thin, white briefs was almost as good as seeing it out of them. I mean, I could see all the little details. I could see how the curves of his head were shaped, the length and girth of the shaft, and even the thick tube along the underside. As I stared, wiggling my dick against the floor, enjoying the feeling, I saw his dick wiggle and then this big wet spot spread out around the bulgy head! He was shooting off! It was amazing! It made me cum! The most awesome, tingly, pleasant, pulsing orgasm I'd ever had! I almost groaned out loud!
Dennis moaned a little, then stretched a little, and then went deeper into sleep. I got up, sneaked into the bathroom, and cleaned up my sticky mess. I didn't have clean underwear, so I put on my jeans and put my underwear into the trash in the bathroom way under the rest of the trash.
It took a while, but I got back to sleep. No one noticed or cared that I was wearing my jeans when they woke up. Dennis was too. I wondered if he noticed and changed too. I sure wasn't going to ask!
So we all had a fun Saturday, and then that night it was just me and James at his place. We had a great time alone. Some of the other guys were getting really 'macho' so to speak, but James and I weren't that way. Some were into making fun of others, calling them fags for not good reason, the usual macho bullshit teens get up to, even back then. But James wasn't like that. Neither was I. And I was just beginning to wonder if maybe James was even more like me.
Well, James and I had a lot of fun, and when it got real late, we stripped down to our tighty-whities. I looked as he dropped his jeans, and got an eyefull of his decent package. He was sure built down there. I did my best not to blow a woody, but it had a mind of its own, so I quickly laid down on my front on his bed to watch the late night monster movie with him. I kept thinking how I wished I had the guts to ask him if he wanted to do show-and-show. I really wanted to see his big boner, and his balls, and his pubes, and his entire naked body. But I was too worried about how hard my dick would be, and how he might catch on that I was way too interested and shit.
When it was just the two of us, I would get to sleep in his bed with him. He had a nice big bed, so we fit with room to spare. When the movie ended, we talked and joked for a while, having a great time. When we started yawning a lot, he asked if I was ready to go to sleep. I said sure, then flipped around like usual, to sleep with my feet at the head of the bed. It was more comfortable that way, because we'd have even more room.
We laid there in the dark and talked some more. Of course, sex came up. I can't remember most of what we talked about, not until he asked, "Did you get to beat off?"
"What do ya mean?" I asked.
"You know, stayin' over at Mike's last night, did you get to beat off today? Or not?"
"No. Why?"
"'Cause I didn't, and I got a major case of blue balls, man."
We laughed, me mostly out of nervousness.
Of course, my first thought was of trying to get him to let me jack him off. But I pushed that thought away pretty quickly. I said something like, "Me too," instead.
Then he said, "I won't care if you do it. Just don't get any on my blankets. Okay?"
Man, did my guts swish around! I mean, just the thought of beating one off in his bed, with him right next to me, doing it too... I mean... wow! I got instantly so hard it was almost painful. I wondered if he was already doing it. So I asked, "Are you?"
He didn't say anything at all at first, so I wondered if he was trying to trap me or something. Then I felt his hand reach over and find mine, and then drag my hand over toward him, where he put it right on top of his other hand. I felt it going up and down in that so-familiar way.
Holy shit!