TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Tony's Tale
I started mowing lawns to earn money when I was ten. One of the lawns I mowed on weekends belonged to a guy who drove this really nice car. I'd talked to him about it a lot of times before I started mowing lawns. He was glad to have me do it for the five bucks every weekend. His house was pretty nice, and had a small yard like most of the houses in my neighborhood did. He had a single row of bushes, and I got another five bucks to trim them too.
So I was mowing his and other lawns for two years. I got tanned and healthy doing yard work of all types all summer long when I was ten, eleven, and twelve. I also did snow removal and salted in the winter.
At twelve I hit puberty. I was beginning to experience sexuality and lust, and had begun masturbating. Most of my friends were behind me in those ways. I just barely had a few pubes and my dick and balls were only beginning to grow. I was taller than most of my friends already, using deodorant, and fighting my first acne.
I was a stunner in looks. I have to admit it. I was very fit, slightly muscular, tanned, and very healthy. Girls were paying me quite a bit of attention. The thing was, I was more scared of girls than interested in them. I was more interested in boys, and I knew it. That was scary too.
So there I was, twelve, nearly thirteen, developing, and already noticing boys instead of girls. I was mowing and trimming bushes and small trees, hauling trash and junk out to the curbs on clean-up weekends, blowing snow and spreading salt in winter, and doing just about anything else folks wanted done for money. I never wore a shirt in summertime. Well, sometimes I did, but not when it was hot. I always wore worn or faded cut-off jeans shorts. I liked to wear tight ones to show off everything I had. I liked showing off. I cut them off very short so that my legs got tanned all the way up. I wore them low low too. I didn't want a big pale area. Even my socks were down low so that I didn't have pale ankles. I was vain, I know.
Jack usually did something out in the yard as I mowed and trimmed his hedges. He kept a very close eye on me. Even when he went inside, I saw him watching me from a window. Sometimes he sat on his back porch and watched me mow his entre back yard. I hadn't noticed before, but now I did. I think I noticed it now because I sort of noticed him now.
Jack was in his twenties. I never knew his actual age. He looked old enough to be out of college, that was my only real guide. He was very nice looking. I hadn't noticed that before, but now I sure did. He was very fit, slightly buff, and very handsome. He had very nice hair, nice eyes, and a great body. Usually when he was doing something outside as I worked he would not have a shirt on and wore cut-off jeans shorts or jogging shorts. I noticed his nice legs, his nice chest, and his... well, his really nice butt. And, of course, I noticed his very nice bulge.
Jack was more than a mere customer. Besides his awesome car, he was just a very nice guy. We often talked about his car or other stuff after I was done mowing his yard or clearing the snow. He always had something cold to drink, or hot in winter, and a snack. Sometimes I spent a couple hours at his place after working, just talking and watching television or playing his rather old but still pretty fun video game system. He was easy to talk to, fun to be with, and he seemed and felt more like an older friend than just a guy I did work for.
Now that I was getting a sex drive, I was put aback enough by the sight of his body that I almost stopped going to work for him. I often got boners when he came out and did something in the yard as I mowed or trimmed. Or when he sat on his back porch in his shorts and no shirt, watching me. I had assumed he kept a close eye on me in case I got hurt or did something that might get me injured. I never thought he was watching me because he enjoyed it.
Well, one day late in the summer when I was almost thirteen, it was broiling hot, and I was mowing his yard. I had finished the front and moved to the back. I'd done the hedges first so that any debris was mowed down. I was just making the first pass around the side of his house. God it was muggy! I was sweating a river! I felt a drop fall on my face. I thought it was sweat, so I swiped it away. Then I felt another. I looked up and saw heavy clouds and rain. It had moved in while I was out front, and I hadn't seen it. Now it was starting to actually rain. It looked like it was going to rain for a long time. Damn. I wouldn't get to finish, at least not for a while.
"Better come up here until it stops," Jack called from the patio.
I pushed my mower up under the awning over his back patio and sat down on a patio chair. He passed me a big glass of something cold.
I didn't notice right away, but after a couple long drinks, I did. He was wearing these ultra-short shorts, all floppy, and I could just see the hints of his stuff up the leg. That first sight sort of gave me a jolt. Yes, it was interesting, and yes, it was scary. It was the first time I'd ever seen up a guy's shorts except a very few glimpses up my friends' shorts on rare occasions. This was different, because it was a grown man. What little hints I saw was far more that what I'd glimpsed of my friends' stuff.
I remember how fascinated I was. I tried not to look too often, or get caught, but I sure looked again and again as we watched it start to rain and as we talked about his car. He was happy to show me the new carburetor he'd gotten for it, so we got up and went into the garage. I remember looking at his butt as we walked through his house. It was so nice. And after those glimpses up his short's leg, I was so turned on, and about all I could think of was what he looked like naked.
So he showed me the new carb, and asked if I wanted to help him get the old one off and put this new one on. Well, I loved cars, his especially, so, yeah! We got to work right away. It was hugely fun. I loved working on that massive car and immense engine! It was so much fun!
One thing that made it even more fun was being so close to him. We worked over the side of the car right next to each other. Our hands and arms and sides touched more often than not. There were a few times that he stood directly behind me, his front up against my back, as he helped me do something under the hood. His arms around me as he held my hands, or a tool, or a part. More than a couple times it got me hard and excited. It was hugely embarrassing, but leaning against the side of the car there was no way he could know I was boned solid, so it was a sort of secret turn-on, which was even more exciting.
Well, we got the new carb on, and got the engine started. The sound of that engine throbbing was almost sexual! It took us a while to tune in the new carb. When we were done, we were both pretty sweaty and very greasy. Our hands were nearly black and we smelled strongly of gas and oil and old grease. Awesome.
"Well, Tony, I'd say we did a hell of a job, huh?" he asked as we wiped our hands on some old rags and admired the newly installed carb.
"Sure did," I agreed, all grins.
I felt so awesome. My family car was new enough that working on it was not possible. There wasn't anything my dad and I could do to that car anyway, even if my dad was the type to do work on a car, which he sure as hell wasn't.
"Let's go get cleaned up," he said, closing that incredibly long hood.
We went inside to the laundry room and washed our hands with the heavy-duty, gritty soap. It got them pretty clean, but nothing near actually clean. My chest and arms were greasy and gritty too, right down to the waistband of my shorts. So was he. We even had grease and dirt on our legs and faces.
It was still raining, harder in fact, and it looked like it was going to for a while yet, if not all day.
"I guess you're done with the yard today," he said as we looked out the back patio doors.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
I still had a couple yards to do, but obviously I wasn't going to get to.
"I'm gonna miss out on another twenty bucks, besides the ten you would have owed me," I said sadly.
"Don't worry about it. You can get to it tomorrow," he said, and then pulled out his wallet.
He paid me the entire amount for his yard.
"If you want, we can play some video games a while. Or watch some tee-vee," he said, handing me the money.
"Sure."
"But, we have to get cleaned up. I don't want my sofa smelling like gas and oil and getting stained."
"Good point," I said, putting the money into my wallet.
"I've got an old robe you can wear," he said, turning away and toward the hall. "You can shower first, or after I do."
Shower? At someone else's house? I had at some of my friends' houses of course, but not somewhere else. I was sort of instantly nervous as I followed him down the hall and into his bedroom. I'd never been his bedroom before. It was very neat, like the rest of his house. He pulled a robe out of the side of his closet and held it up next to me.
"It's big enough, I'd say," and handed it to me.
I followed him into the kitchen again, and then back into the laundry room where we'd washed up. He opened up his shorts and took them down. Just like that. As if we were at school and this was the gym locker room. At least I'd heard about that stuff. I was starting junior high next month and knew I was going to be doing that then. He tossed them into the washer and poured in some soap. He turned to me. I stood there, stock still. He was completely naked. I sort of gawked for a couple of seconds. I mean, right there in front of me was a naked guy. I'd never seen a naked guy before, let alone a naked grown adult. It was... well... fucking fascinating. And sexy. And, yeah...
He had a really nice body. Smooth and sleek and trim. I saw that trail of fuzzy hairs on his lower tummy that I'd seen so many times before, but now I saw where it led. He had a furry patch of pubes, and a long, thick looking dick dangling down in front of his big balls that hung way down, all between his meaty thighs. Yeah, I boned right up.
"Well?" he asked.
I remember mumbling something like, "Uh..."
"Come on. We're both guys. I used to change in the same locker room you're going to soon. Might as well get used to it before you have to do it for real, in front of dozens of guys you don't know."
He had a point. I wasn't super shy or anything, but this was still kind of... weird? But, well, I wasn't super shy, so I put down the robe, unfastened my jeans shorts, and pushed them down. I saw my boner in my briefs, and felt it deflating, thank God. I handed him my shorts. He waited. I swallowed, then pushed my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them too. As I handed them to him, I saw him looking right down at my junk.
He grinned, and said, "Nice bod, Tony."
He tossed my shorts and underwear into the washer, dropped the lid, and turned it on. By then I had the robe on.
I remember how hot my face felt and how embarrassed I felt as I said, "Yeah, uh, thanks. You too."
I couldn't meet his face as he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me toward the hallway. As he walked slightly behind me, I felt so self-conscious. My erection wasn't entirely soft, and I thought about why it wasn't. I was careful to keep my hands over it in case it decided to return to full mast.
We walked down the hall and into the bathroom. He was still totally naked. I took glimpses but was careful not to get caught as he opened the curtains and turned on the water. I looked right at his bare ass, and the slightly open crack, and almost saw the dark circle in there. Almost. My erection mostly returned and I kept my hands crossed over it. He turned around. His dong was hanging there all fat and juicy, right in front of his big nuts. It was an amazing sight. I looked up, but too late. I was sure he'd seen where I'd looked. But he was still smiling and didn't look mad at all.
"Can I ask you a favor?" he asked as he reached into a cabinet and brought out a couple washrags.
"Uh, I guess. What?"
"Well, I'd like to save some money on water. Would you be okay with showering together?"
He handed me a washrag. As I took it from him, I could see his dong hanging there in front of his nuts. It looked so big and meaty and... woof.
I looked up. Again. He had to have noticed where my eyes had strayed. He sure didn't look mad or anything. He was just smiling nicely and waiting.
"We're both pretty greasy, and it's going to take a while getting this off. I thought if we showered at the same time, we'd save a lot of water, and we could even help each other get to the tough to reach places."
Now, I was twelve, almost thirteen, and I wasn't stupid. Naive, maybe, but not stupid.
And when I noticed movement, and saw his dick getting longer and thicker, and starting to rise up and away from his hanging balls, I just knew.
But then, as if he wanted me to know for sure what he was hinting, he said, "Besides. I'm very, VERY curious."
"Uh, about what?" I asked, feeling myself shaking a bit.
"What you look like naked."
I felt my guts shift.
"Didn't you just see that in the laundry room?" I asked, feeling myself shaking a bit more.
"Yeah, but that was so fast. I hardly got to see anything," he said softly. "I'd really like to get a better look. If you don't mind."
I had no idea what I was supposed to say. I was sort of interested in the offer. I was more than a little interested. And I was more than a little turned on.
"Plus," he went on, "I think it would be good for you to get used to being naked in the shower with someone else. In a month you'll be undressing and showering with a ton of guys you don't know at all. And maybe a couple of your friends. Ya know?"
I remember nodding, and getting another glimpse of his rising cock. It was almost sticking out at me now, getting longer and fatter and bigger and more interesting. I wanted to see it fully erect. Oh, yeah. But...
"If you'd rather not, I understand. I'm just offering you a chance, is all. You can say no, no biggie. I'll go hang out in the front room until you're done showering, then take my turn." After a slight pause, he added, "If you want. Or, if you want, we can shower at the same time."
I was torn. I was sure interested, but it was such a new thing. I wanted to just say sure, let's go for it. But it seemed so... I didn't know what.
Then he reached out and tugged on the robe's belt. I just stood there, holding the washrag, and let him pull the belt loose and then open the robe. I was shaking like mad now. He pushed the robe open, over my shoulders, and it fell onto my arms.
I looked down to see my dork standing slightly at attention. Not hard, but not soft either. I looked up a bit and saw his. It was nearly pointing upright now, so big and full and beefy. I remember swallowing hard and trying not to let my knees fold up under me.
I shook the robe off my arm and over the hand holding the washrag. It fell to the floor. I was stark naked in front of him. Well, so was he.
I remember thinking to myself, What's the big deal? We're both guys. I'm gonna be naked in front of tons of guys in gym next year. In a month. Fuck. Just go with it. Be an adult you pussy.