TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Trace's First TimeRated: X teens 15
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This is the story Trace told me as his true first sexual experience.
I had just turned fifteen, and when my best friend Tom turned fifteen two months later he had a small party. It was just six of us, and we had a pretty good time. It started upstairs with his folks and older sister Marie, then after the gifts and cake and such, the six of us guys and Marie went to the basement for movies. They had a fully finished basement with several rooms, one of which was a modest home theater. After the first movie, Cade and Wes left, and it was just the five of us for the next movie. It was a trippy flick, and it was getting late, so Marie brought out some pot. None of us had had it before, and we weren't surprised she had it. We all knew she was a stoner chick. This was not the first time she had offered it to Tom and me, but it was the first time she had offered it in front of Rick and Mike. That first time, Tom and I had almost smoked it with her, but we were goodie-goodies. This time, since it was Tom's fifteenth birthday, he decided to try it, so me and Rick and Mike went along with it.
Yeah, we had a great time. The movie was fantastic when stoned, and by the end all of us were hyped and happy. Rick and Mike left to sleep over at Mike's so they could go with his folks tomorrow. Marie brought out another joint and we smoked half of it as we watched another trippy flick. Great time. When it ended, she gave us another joint and said she was tired and going to bed. When she left, I made a few obligatory jokes about going to bed with her. Marie was a cutie, and all us guys joked about having sex with her. Tom always took it in good spirits, and often offered to take their offer to his sister and see if she'd go for it. Sometimes Marie even teased one or more of us about 'breaking our cherries' and such. Most of the guys were actually more than a little serious about fucking her, but of course I wasn't all that interested - I was more interested in guys.
So Tom and I put on another movie and smoked part of the joint. With just the two of us, we knew we didn't need to smoke the whole thing at once. We watched the movie and had a great time. There were nearly naked chicks all through it, and we made the required jokes and comments about them. Some guys were in their tighty-whites too, so I was probably as excited as Tom was about the chicks in bras and panties. So, naturally, when it ended, and we decided to smoke some more of the joint, we talked about girls and sex and stuff.
Tom said he preferred the blonde chick with the big boobs, so I said I liked the redhead with the nice ass. It was kind of obvious he had a boner too, because he adjusted it a few times during the movie and again as we talked.
I said, "Sorry you can't beat off on your birthday."
"No biggie. I'll take care of it in the shower in the morning."
We laughed of course.
Then he added, "You could go upstairs and get a blow-job from my sister."
This was a long-running joke, sort of. He claimed his sister said she would give me a blow-job if I asked. I might have tried to find out if I wasn't into guys.
My usual answer was, "Yeah, but it wouldn't feel right. She's your sister, and it would be weird."
Then he said one of his usual comebacks, "Yeah, but does it really matter who's mouth it is? I mean, a mouth is a mouth."
I had some usual comebacks, but this time I tried one I had been thinking about for a while.
So I said, "Yeah, but if you think that way, then you giving me a blow-job would make as much sense. A mouth is a mouth, right?"
He kind of smiled in a weird way, and then said, "Yeah, you're right."
"See? It'd be weird."
"No, I mean, you're right. A mouth is a mouth."
"Yeah, right. So you'd give me a blow-job?" I asked.
"I mean, it doesn't matter who's mouth it is. Mine or my sister's."
"Wait, so you're saying I should get a blow-job from your or your sister, and it wouldn't matter which?"
"Yeah, but would you give me a blow-job?"
He smiled and turned really red, then said, "If you gave me one. Yeah."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. If you give me one, I'll give you one," he answered, looking really embarrassed but really serious.
"You're too stoned," I laughed.
"Yeah, maybe," he said, still laughing, then sort of got serious, and said, "But I'm serious too."
This was too awesome. I mean, my best buddy was actually talking like he would do this. It was something I had dreamed of tons of times. Tom was not ugly or bad looking at all. He had nice hair, a smooth, nice face, and his bod was filling out nice too. I'd seen him in the gym class showers last year, and I knew his bod wasn't bad at all, and that he had grown a bit downstairs then. He wasn't big down there, and he wasn't the type to probably have a big one, but he wasn't one of the guys who still hadn't hit puberty yet.
"Wait," I said slowly, wanting to see if this could really happen. "You're saying you'd be willing to suck each other off?"
"Yeah. Just this once. I don't mean to be doing it all the time or something."
"Damn, you're fucking horny, ain't you?"
"Damned right. I'd almost take a blow-job from Marie, I'm so horny."
"Gross!" I laughed.
He laughed too, then said, "But that's too gross."
"That's more gross than actually sucking a dick?" I asked.
"Kind of. If I had to choose, I'd rather suck my friend's dick than have my sister suck mine."
"Yeah, I'd agree with that," I said.
We were kind of quiet for a minute. I wondered what to say to make this happen.
Then Tom said, "So, what do you think? We smoke the rest of this joint, and then do it?"
"Really?" I asked, pretty much so shocked I didn't know what to say.
"Yeah. You're sorry I can't beat off on my birthday. So how about instead, for my birthday, you blow me? And I'll blow you. Not all the way, just enough to see what it's like."
What fifteen-year-old doesn't want to know what a blow-job is like? And what fifteen-year-old gay boy doesn't want to give a blow-job?
So we re-lit the joint and smoked it, mostly laughing and making jokes about how the other one smoked on the joint like it was a dick.
Then the joint was gone and we were glancing at each other and fidgeting.
"Fuck it, I'll go first," he said, and reached over and started unfastening my jeans.
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