TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Stosh's Tale
It was a complete surprise.
I had this friend named Berry. We grew up living next door to each other in a old motel turned into apartments. Yeah, we were poor. Anyway, we were the same age, so we were best friends. There were some younger kids and some older kids, but you know how kids the same ages end up being closer than kids older and younger, mostly because of the year you were in school.
Berry lived with his dad, as his mom died right after he was born. My dad took off before I was born. So we both grew up with one parent. Most of the kids in that place only had one parent. Berry had an older sister and she was our babysitter when we were younger. I had a younger brother who was three years younger than me, a different dad of course.
We were pretty normal kids. The apartments weren't bad and were kept up, and tenants who got into trouble were encouraged to leave, so the place wasn't crime riddled or anything. So us kids stayed out of trouble for the most part.
Barry and I didn't do much of the stuff I've read other boys do. We showed each other our dicks when we were little, but that was about it.
We both hit puberty in seventh grade. It was a different time. There weren't computers everywhere, no internet to speak of, and porn was limited to late-night HBO and Cinemax or the rare magazine we'd somehow get our hands on. The only real boobs we'd ever seen were Barry's sisters a couple of times when we peeked as she changed or showered. Man, we got bitched at for doing that! But that was before we hit puberty.
So we talked about sex and girls a lot with all our friends. We had plenty of friends from school and the neighborhood around us, but Barry and I stayed best friends. We were on the little league baseball team together, and made some friends on the team too. Then we got on the team at our junior high together. We both loved baseball. Still do. I loved seeing the naked guys in the showers in gym class in both seventh and eighth grades. Those sights fueled my masturbation sessions and provided the sense that I liked guys way more than girls. I was sure by the end of eighth grade that I wanted guys, not girls.
It was the summer before high school, we were both fourteen. Barry had just had his birthday, I was nearing fifteen. By now I was babysitting my little brother and Barry was staying over when Mom worked late on the weekends, which was most weekends.
Having Barry stay over was a blessing and a curse. I like having my best friend around all the time, but it was hard because, well, I was hard. All the time. Barry was a hot looking dude. You know, all fit from baseball and working out, and tanned, since we lived in Florida and went swimming in the ocean or a pool almost daily. And he was just dreamy cute. Nice face, nice bod, nice hair, great smile, and such a sweetheart. Gentle and kind and caring. He didn't bully, he hated bullies, and he stuck up for guys that got treated rough by the jerks. Just a great dude. And we weren't shy around each other. We'd had gym together in seventh grade, and sleeping over with each other so often, we'd seen each other naked quite often. In our tighty-whities a lot, too. And, being jocks, we wrestled around a lot too. Man, those wresting sessions in our underwear... oh man! We'd get boned and no big deal about it. But to me, it was masturbatory material!
Anyway, it was late in the summer, hot as fuck, and the air conditioning unit in the bedroom I shared with my little bro wasn't working for shit. Our apartment used to be two motel units, and one was turned into two bedrooms and a bathroom, the other into a front room and a kitchen, with a doorway between the front room that was a short hall leading to the two bedrooms and the bathroom between. So as it got later, and once my little bro was passed out, we went to watch the TV in the front room where the AC was working. We were still in our underwear, and Mom wasn't due home until almost morning.
We watched an old monster movie or something, then turned to the infamously scrambled HBO late-night porn. Sometimes it came in kind of less scrambled, and that night it was pretty clear. From time to time it rolled and got bad, but for the most part it was stable and steady, just not very colorful. But the colors didn't matter! We watched soft-core porn and got boners big time. I remember the girl had dark hair, all curly, and big tits. But the guy I could draw to this day. Blond, chiseled features, strong body, round ass, thick, beefy cock with big, low hanging balls. Nice thick patch of pubes, too. And that round, hard ass as he pounded her pussy hard was amazing!
We laughed at the wet spots in our underwear. I started looking more often down at Barry's big boner in his white briefs than at the TV. He was hung. I'd seen it in seventh grade and it was big back then. But now it looked at least as long as the guy's cock on the TV. Man, was Barry's dick long. Especially compared to my shorter one.
Then Barry said, "What? You wanna check it out?"
I looked up and Barry was looking right at me, smiling. He wasn't pissed, at least.
"What? You like showing it off?" I asked with a laugh.
"Hell yeah. When you got it, flaunt it."
And then he whipped the front of his briefs down and his monster popped up all hard and red-helmeted.
Fuck! The tense thrill that exploded through me was the most intense thing I'd ever felt in my life up to that instant! I think my dick grew an inch longer!
"Who else can I show it off to?" he asked. "I'm gonna get me some pussy in high school, for sure, with this thing on offer!"
"I bet!" I agreed with a nervous laugh.
"The first girl I fuck with this," and he grabbed it and slapped the head of it against his stomach a couple times, "Is gonna tell all her friends about it, and then they're gonna be lining up for the biggest cock in ninth grade."
When he'd slapped it on his stomach, he'd left a few drops of pre-jizz on his skin. Oh, man! I so badly wanted to lean down and lick that up! My dick twisted and bent and got my undies wetter for sure! My balls were tingling!
"How long is it?" I asked.
"Seven inches now, and I bet it gets even longer."
"I bet," I repeated.
"What's yours?" he asked.
I wasn't going to tell him it wasn't even six inches yet, so I said, "I don't know. Never measured it."
"Liar," he laughed. Then said, "Get a ruler."
We both had one from school, so I couldn't say I didn't, so I sighed, got up, and went to my room. I made sure my little bro was still asleep, got the ruler, wiped some of the pre-jizz off my cock, licked it from my fingers, wishing it was Barry's, tried to make the wet spot look smaller, gave up, and went back.
He took the ruler and measured his. Just over seven inches. Man. I'd have given anything to hold his dick and measure it myself! It was bent to his right a bit about in the middle. Nice, big, fat, juicy head, all red. Big, wide oval slit on the topside of the tip, just about oozing pearly-white pre-jizz. He wiped it off after measuring and wiped his fingers on the carpet. What a waste. Then he handed me the ruler.
My guts churned. I slid the front of my briefs down and my boner popped out and pointed up at the ceiling. I tried to make it seem six inches, but he laughed and said, "It'll be six inches after you turn fifteen, for sure."
I hope!
I said, "Yeah, for sure."
Then a huge blob of pre-jizz chose right then to ooze out of my slit. So embarrassing. I wiped it up and wiped it off on the carpet, like he had, as casual as I could.
"Can I tell you a big secret?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Gotta promise to keep it secret."
"Sure."
"I can suck mine."
"What?"
"I can give myself a blow-job."
"No way!"
"Sure. Wanna see?"
Oh, hell yeah!
But would that seem faggy?
"I bet you can't," I argued.
"What you wanna bet?" he asked, grinning in a way that told me he would win.
"When did you figure it out?" I asked, instead of begging him to do it.
"Way back. Like, before I had hairs."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What's it feel like?"
"So good! Like, the best!"
He was all grin. So cute! And so hot! And the thought of his nice, red, juicy lips wrapped around his nice, red, juicy head... just, WOW! I could have came if I wanted to! Right then! I'm sure, even to this day. My dick was dancing up and down and my balls were tight and hot and tingling. Yeah, if I'd wanted to, and without touching it, I could have let myself blow a huge load! But I did my best to calm down and prevent it. I mean, how embarrassing would that have been?
"Yeah, but what's it feel like?" I asked, almost frustrated. I had to know. I think every boy wants to know what a blow-job feels like. You hear how great it's supposed to feel all the time, ya know?
"Kind of like warm ocean waves inside your dick. Coming up from you balls. And how soft and awesome your lips feel on it is so great too."
"It must be awesome to give yourself a beej anytime you want," I said with awe.
I mean, right?
"Yeah. I just can't do it right. You know, all the way."
"What do ya mean?"
"I can only get the head in. I can't do more. And it feels great the more I get in. Used to just barely get the tip in, and that felt good. But when I could get the whole head in, it feels so much better. I just wish I could suck the whole thing."
I laughed, then said, "I bet no one could suck that whole thing! It's way too big!"
But I'd sure love to try! I thought as I looked at it. I mean, seven inches? Could anyone suck all seven inches of a dick? I sure wanted to find out!
Then I wondered about something.
"Do you ever shoot in your mouth?"
He got beet-red! I mean, it was obvious what the answer was already! And that made my dick dance again! Wow, what a thought!
"When I first started, I did my accident a couple times. Then I got better at it and could stop before I came. But, um, to be honest, bud, it's less of a mess if I just swallow it."
Oh, wow!
"So I just do that now," he finished, more red-faced than I'd ever seen him before.
I was so turned on! I mean it! My whole body felt like it was tingling. My dick was dancing up and down, my balls were vibrating, and that tugging pressure behind my nuts was building and throbbing. I was gonna blow one off! It took everything I could do to prevent it.
"You gonna barf?" he asked me.
"No!"
"You look like it!"
I couldn't stop my feet from stretching out straight and my legs from locking. I was just about to explode! I flipped my briefs up to cover it, then leaned over to stop it from happening. I actually groaned out loud!
"Dude!" Barry gasped loudly, kind of laughing."You're gonna shoot one!"
"No I'm not!" I lied.
"Yes you are!" he laughed. "You're about to drop a load of baby juice! Right now!"
Somehow, I don't know how, I didn't. But it was so fucking close!
"Dude. You gotta jack it off more often!" he laughed.
"I got a little bro who sleeps in the same room, in case you didn't notice," I pointed out. "It's not that easy. At least you got your own room."
"Do it in the shower," he advised me.
"Yeah, and have Mom asking me why I take such long showers?"
"Take one when she's at work."
"You're always here, duh!"
"Geeze. When's the last time you got one off?"
"Wednesday. When Mom took bro over to his friend's place for his birthday party."
It was rare for me, but sometimes it happened. Living in a small apartment with a little brother made it hard to do it. I didn't dare with him in the same room. I didn't have the guts. And the long showers would raise a question I didn't want my mom even thinking. Ya know? Just a matter of timing that I'd done a three-day dry spell right then. I would have wanked one out the next afternoon in the shower after Barry had gone home and Mom was asleep and my little bro was watching TV in the front room.
"Three days?" he asked, sounding shocked.
"Yeah. So?"
"I'd die!" he laughed.
"I'm about to!" I laughed.
"Dude, you gotta go take care of it. Your bro's asleep. Got whack one out."
"With you here? No way!"
"So? I'll beat one out while you're in the john. Or I'll go to the john and you can sit here."
"No way!"
It was way too embarrassing to even think about! I mean, I'd be thinking about his huge dick, and his sucking it himself, while he was there in the apartment. I could probably think of some other guy, but I'd still be thinking of a guy, while he was beating off there too... just no way. I wasn't that bold or anything.
"Dude, we both know we do it. Every guy does it. No big deal."
"Yeah, right. No big deal. Would you?"
"Yeah. I'll do it right now."