TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Thomas' First Time TaleRated: X ages 13+
The True First Time Tale of Thomas, 13. Part Two
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The next day I saw Pete during baseball. During the game I watched him and thought of how he had looked the previous day in the dunes. After dinner he took me aside and told me I was giving him too much attention around other people.
"Just be cool and in a couple days we will go on a hike or something," he told me.
Two days later the weather was good, and right after the afternoon activities we headed to the rocky summit we had climbed together before. When we got to the top and sat down, I started to get excited by the anticipation. While we waited to see if anyone else from camp was making the same hike, I put my hand on his leg.
"Let's just enjoy the view for a bit, Thomas."
I took my hand back and sat there impatiently.
After a time, he said, "Thomas, you're getting a crush on me. Last time I felt like you were trying to kiss me. You can't do that. You're my best friend, but I don't want to kiss a boy. We're just having fun. Right?"
"Yes. But Peter... I do have a crush on you."
"As you get older you won't feel the same, you'll just enjoy getting off. Let me explain it to you."
He gave me the explanation and I believed every word of it. I thought he was telling me in advance what I was going to learn in sex-ed class in the next three years. His version was: kissing and feeling and having oral sex and screwing with a girl was what boys should do. Homosexuals liked to kiss other boys, swallow cum, and they did things with their ass which was disgusting and filthy. Younger boys could masturbate each other and even give each other oral and that was ok, because they would grow out of it. Having a boy give you oral was like being with a girl. He told me that if he was able to get a girlfriend and do things with her that summer, we would have to stop messing around.
I asked him why he had smacked my ass the other day if that was a gay thing.
"Your behind looked cute. It's not dirty to give a little smack."
He got up and looked down the trail we had climbed up. We were alone and he gave me a smile and said, "Let's have some fun."
He led me to an area down the far side of the rocky slope where some trees had taken hold and moss covered the surface. He stripped off his shirt and lay down in a shaded spot. I removed my shirt and sat beside him. He pulled me towards him running his hands over my upper body. We found out that the skin beneath my belly button was very sensitive to light touching. My muscles would tense and I would shake each time I was touched there until it finally wore off. After playing with my body for a while, he removed his pants and underwear then pulled my face towards his crotch. I gave his shaft a few quick kisses. I slid my tongue down his shaft and onto his balls. At first my chin was pressed into the moss, but then he bent his knees and pivoted his hips up. I had a view of his hard shaft, his hanging balls, and beneath. He had fine thin hairs on his balls and below. It was an image that I recalled many times since. I licked his balls for a long time. I knew it wouldn't make him cum and I wanted to spend as much time in contact with him as I could. He dropped his hips down and guided me up and down by my hair.
I felt so comfortable with him, lying in the shade, both of us taking our time. We were together for much longer than last time.
His hands were in my hair, guiding my motions as I sucked his wonderful cock, when he said, "Thomas, when I cum I want you to hold it in your mouth."
Soon his breathing turned to panting. His body tensed and I felt his cock swell and then begin shooting. I held his warm cum in my mouth. When his orgasm ended, I pulled up with my lips tight around his shaft so that I didn't lose any of his juice. I sat there for a moment with a mouth full, trying to not swallow or spill it. He pulled down my pants and underwear and told me to spit it on my penis. I got some on my shaft and the rest on my pubes and legs. He wiped my chin, dragged his fingers across my open lips, and then reached down and spread the wetness along the bottom of my erection.
"You can finish now," he told me.
His brief touch jolted me. As he held me in place with one arm across my stomach, I stoked myself working in all the wetness. I soon started to tense up and he held me tighter. I came onto the moss and then relaxed leaning back into him. He gingerly let go of me and told me I was a mess. I had the gloss of his juice in my pubes, on my shrinking flesh, on my hands and on my leg. I could feel it on my stomach where held me with his sticky fingers and I could feel it on my chin.
We had similar encounters every few days. On other days, if the weather was bad or if we didn't have as much time, we would go for a short walk and head off on one of the many dead-end trails that led to the lake. We would find a private place, always mindful that someone could appear in a short amount of time. He would pull me close and put his hands into my shirt and shorts. He would feel the shape of my ass then turn me around. He would press up against me and gently touch me below my belly button causing me to spasm against him. Then I would get on my knees, and he would drop his shorts enough to get into my mouth. He would quickly get hard and then put both hands in my hair and pump into my mouth until he came. Sometimes after he would feel me through my shorts to see how hard I was, or he would reach into my underwear to see how swollen my balls were. The whole thing would be over in just a few minutes, and we would head back to the trail. I had to satisfy him every day so he could avoid wet dreams and the teasing that came with them. It was easy for me to crouch down and satisfy him as he kept lookout. He told me it was safer for me to masturbate alone later in the day than to try to do it where people might show up. I didn't though. I liked to save up for when I was with him.
Being his friend wasn't just about fooling around. We hung out together and I was having a great time. Pete's friends were a lot of fun and we hung out at his cabin sometimes. I got to enjoy poker and beer and practical jokes. In addition to spending time with Pete I was enjoying the camp, the sports, and the swimming. It was heaven compared to my last summer at home.
Things with Steve weren't too bad. I felt blackmailed by him, but I decided to act as if we were friendly so that things didn't get unpleasant. He was very attracted to me and tried desperately to change my mind about waiting a week. We did wait, and it was pretty much the same as last time. Kevin started to snore and then we did it on the floor again. He offered to do me, but I pushed him away. He insisted that we didn't wait until the following weekend to do it again. I offered to do it midweek if he could find a perfect safe way to do it. He brainstormed endlessly but I rejected all his ideas. I ended up giving him a hand job underwater in the lake.
Steve was the only person I could talk to about what was going on. He always wanted to hear the details, but I didn't share them. We did talk in generalities, and one time Steve called Pete gay. I assured him that Pete was not gay, and that I wasn't either. Steve was amused by my certainty. I told him we didn't do gay things. Steve laughed at me. He didn't agree.
"What do you know about it?" I asked.
"More than you. I am gay."
"No, you're not"
"I like boys. Boys like you. In fact, I 'really' like you."
I told him his feelings weren't real. He just had a crush on me and that he would probably like girls in a few years.
"I don't think so." He left it at that.
I can't describe everything that happened that July, but there were a couple of incidents that were important when I look back at them.
In Pete's cabin, a senior named Darren had a collection of Playboy magazines. Sometimes when we hung out there a senior would grab one and start flipping through the pages. They were as casual about it as my father was reading the Sunday newspaper. One time Pete and I were alone, so we took down a couple Playboys and were looking through them. Two seniors came in and we tossed them aside, but mine was still visible. I was visibly hard in my shorts, but the seniors were talking about something and seemingly didn't notice. I slid the magazine farther under a bunk and asked Pete if he wanted to go for a walk. When we were just out of the cabin, I heard the two seniors burst out in laughter.
An important moment came one night when we had gone out for a short walk. It was raining on and off and we were confident no one would stumble into us, so we were able to take our time. I was kneeling on the wet ground as he held me by my hair and rocked into my mouth. Being more relaxed allowed us to settle into a nice slow rhythm. Without changing the rhythm, he started to tense up and he shoved himself deeper than normal and then he held still. He ejaculated over and over into the back of my mouth. I breathed through my nose that was crushed against his soft pubic hair. He held onto my hair, and I was forced to struggle with a full mouth. I eventually swallowed all of it. I thought swallowing was dirty and a gay thing. Often when he came, he held on to me as he spasmed. I am sure I always swallowed some, but I would make a show of spitting out the remainder.
Only after he slightly deflated did he pull out of my mouth. I stood up and he held me close.
He asked me very seriously "Do you still have a crush on me?"
I said quietly, "I do."
"Remember when I told you I might find a girl to date this summer?"
This was it. It was our last time. I weakly said, "Yes."
"I'm not going to try to get a girl."
Because of the rainclouds it already seemed dark amongst the tall trees. He slid one hand into my underwear and extended his palm and fingers over my ass. At the same time, he placed his other hand below my belly button with his fingers extending into my pubes. 'Go ahead," he told me. I put saliva on the palm of my hand then I lowered my underwear and stroked my shaft as he rubbed my ass. A few minutes later I was lost in an intense orgasm.
Around this time, I told Steve I wouldn't do sexual things for him anymore. At first, he argued strongly that I had to, but I insisted. He correctly guessed my feelings for Pete, and he agreed to stop as long as I told him everything that I did with Pete. He asked a lot of questions, forcing me to divulge a lot of details. It was a betrayal of confidence, but I enjoyed talking about what I did and then later thinking about it as I drifted off to sleep.
The best day of the summer was a Sunday. Sunday afternoons with good weather was sure to attract all the senior girls to the beach. The older boys knew this tradition and always made sure they were there as well. I walked down with the younger boys who usually were afraid to talk to any girl.
One of the senior boys had a car and a group of them arrived with some fanfare. The boys would pass around a football trying to get noticed and the girls would cluster together in their bikinis giggling and looking cute. Pete was talking to a group of three and as I walked by, he gestured to me over. He introduced me and I was surrounded by three beautiful seniors. It was intoxicating. Older girls can be quite affectionate to a young boy like me whom they saw as non-sexual. They played with my hair, suggesting how I should comb it, they hung on to my arms and commented on the size of my muscles. It was all nonsense to draw the attention of the older guys, but I was loving it. Thankfully I didn't get a hard on. Despite the physical contact I knew that nothing could come of it. I felt more of a nervous energy than arousal.
We sat down with them. Despite the attention they had given me it became apparent that the girls were interested in the senior boys. For a long time, I listened and watched the girls flirt with various boys. They took out some sunscreen and of course it was my job to apply it. One girl sat up and I put it on her shoulders and upper back. The other lay down on her towel and I gave her an overly slow application without an objection from her. She had two dimples on her lower back and her hips widened into her bikini. Since I was applying sunscreen, it was easy to stare. I stopped a few inches above her bikini, and she told me to cover her all the way. I rubbed that small area and noticed how tight her ass was yet how soft her skin was to the touch. She thanked me for a 'good job'.
Another girl said. 'You don't have to thank him. He would do it for every girl on the beach."
I knew she meant to embarrass me, so I replied. 'I would like that."
She lifted her head and looked at me. 'Watch out for this one. He's trouble. Warn the younger girls."
In the next hour we went in the water and the girls had a chance to roughhouse with the senior boys. There was beach volleyball and drinks and then two hours had passed, and it was time to go. Steve had lost his ride and my friends were long gone. We started walking back together.
As we walked back, I told him that two of the girls seemed to like him.
He said. "They liked you so much I thought I was going to lose you."
I snorted in response.
"Thomas, the day I talked to you on the beach, I had seen you playing in the sand before I went in the lake. Your skin looked so smooth. You had a small bum and narrow back and there was no hair on you except for your head and it was long. I thought for a moment a cute girl was at our beach. Only your bathing suit gave away the fact that you were a boy. When I came out of the water to talk, I caught myself staring at you, so I started looking around the beach so you wouldn't notice. I had to sit down because I was getting '. a reaction."
"I noticed you too, Peter. I didn't think of boys that way, but I was attracted to you."
He looked around to make sure no one was watching us. He ran his fingers through my hair.
"Don't cut your hair Thomas. Let it grow all summer."
That night we were meeting in the dunes and I planned a little surprise for him. We met away from the camp and walked there together. I was carrying a little bag.
"What's in the bag?" he wanted to know.
When we got there, I made him wait where he couldn't see me, and I set up my surprise. I had two drinks in the bag which I placed in the sand. I had an oversized beach towel that my parents gave me that was too impractical to bring to the beach. I stretched it out neatly over the sand. I pulled my hair together in the back and put an elastic around it trying to form a ponytail. I stripped off my clothes and shoes and hid them in the bag. Then I lay down on my back, tucked my penis between my legs and held my thighs together. I put my hands over my chest. I called him over.