TRUE FIRST TIME TALES

Vinces's First Time Tale

I grew up with four older brothers and an older sister. My brothers got into wrestling, so I did a lot of wresting around as a kid. I went to a lot of my older brothers' wrestling matches. It was okay, but being the smallest of the brothers, I lost all the time. So I didn't get into wrestling. But at least I learned to be fast and agile to get away from my older brothers who wanted to wrestle.

I was a pretty early bloomer. At twelve I was starting puberty. When I started seventh grade, my friends were still smooth and hairless down there, but I wasn't. I had a growing patch of pubes, my dick was bigger and longer, and I had bigger balls. I was the biggest boy in those ways in all of my gym class in seventh grade - only eighth grade boys were bigger or had more pubes. I was also beating off regularly. I was lean and wiry, and very agile. I was sucking my own dick every day. Not all the way, I had to breathe, but I could do it. And boy, did I ever do it. It felt amazing. I could only get about half of the head in my mouth, but it sure felt great. When I started squirting stuff, it felt even better. I loved the taste of it, and the feel of it.

I soon found out I was a natural gymnast. All the squirming away from my older brothers and the speed I developed getting away from them, and the flexibility from sucking myself off really paid off. By the middle of seventh grade I had joined the gymnastics team. Some kids had been doing gymnastics since they were kids, but I was just beginning to learn. But I was pretty good and I really liked it. I made a couple new friends on the team. By this time, I was nearly thirteen and very developed for my age. And I was attracted to the other boys. I was worried about being gay, but I hoped I would soon like girls. It was a huge turn-on to touch and handle the other guys as we stretched and worked out. I'd get so hard!

Over the summer, as my older brothers went to summer wrestling camps, I went to my first gymnastics camp. It was eight weeks at a huge hotel in a big city that had a big gym next door to it. Two guys shared a room together. I was assigned a room with a guy named Randy from almost the other side of the state. He was the same age as me, but slightly smaller. We were also workout buddies, so we practiced with each other, stretched with each other, ate with each other, and slept with each other. There were showers connected to the gym, but almost no one used them. Most of us changed and showered in our rooms.

Randy was a nice guy and we got along great. He wasn't as developed as I was, but he had hit puberty, no doubt. When you sleep, eat, stretch, work out, and practice with a guy, you know a lot about him. Especially about his body. I mean, we touched each other almost all day every day, doing stretches and spotting and helping. So Randy and I were around each other from waking up to going to sleep, all day, every day. No wonder we became really good friends.

I knew Randy had something nice in his pants. We wore gym-style shorts for the most part, but we also wore unitards during actual practice and lessons. And mandatory cups. But sharing a room, and taking showers in that room, we saw a lot of each other. He was nice looking from hair to feet. I liked his medium-brown hair, and the way he wore it. I liked his round face, his nice brown eyes, his cute nose, his nice lips, everything about his face. He had a great body, too. He was lean but not skinny, and had nice long legs and arms with good muscles, and a really nice butt. Man, sometimes his butt looked incredible! Especially in his unitard! And in these one shorts that were yellow with blue seam stripes that were tight enough to really hug his ass. And he had a package that really filled the front of almost everything he wore. Seeing him up close every day, and touching him almost all day long almost every day, man, he got me hot!

Weekdays were all about the same. We'd wake up and get dressed in our gear, then had breakfast in the cafeteria with all the other guys. Then we'd go across the street to the gymnasuim and do stretching and then practice. Then lunch with all the guys in the hotel cafeteria as usual. Then more practice and lessons and observation in the afternoon, and then the classes were over.

We'd all go back to our rooms. He would take a shower first, and come out dressed in street clothes. Then I would take my shower and beat off during it. I would leave the bathroom in my street clothes, we'd watch some TV, then we had dinner with the guys in the cafeteria as usual. After dinner, we hung around with some guys for a while, playing video games in the arcade or stuff for an hour or so, maybe more. Then we'd go back to our room and watch TV until we went to bed. We had to be in our room by ten, because one of the coaches would call by then to make sure we were. Then they would walk the halls to make sure we didn't leave our rooms.

Of course, showers were the only private time we had, other than using the john. So I beat off in the shower every day after practice. Judging by how long Randy's showers were, he was too.

At first, I slept in a pair of jogging shorts at night, with underwear under them. Randy wore cut-off sweatpants. Neither of us wore shirts to bed. After the first few weeks, we started getting out of the shower and just wearing our underwear as we got ready for bed. Seeing Randy in his tighty-whities was a huge turn-on! He was nicely built. Gymnasts usually are, you know? He was just a bit smaller than me, but I soon saw that he wasn't far behind me in developing. He filled out his tighty-whities really well!

 It was on the fourth Sunday that things got different. We did our own laundry, and we wore normal street clothes when we did. We were scheduled to use the laundry room on Sunday evenings, from five to seven, along with several other rooms on the same floor. As we were getting our clothes ready to go down to the laundry room, Randy took off his shirt, then his socks, and put them into his basket. Then he took off his sweats and put them in the basket. No biggie. I'd seen him in his tighty-whities a lot lately.

But this time, he took off his tighty-whities, too! He just pushed them down and stepped out of them, like it was totally normal. For about two seconds, I was so stunned that I just stared. Man, he was sure developing! He didn't have as much pubes as I did, but he did have a nice patch going. His dick wasn't bad at all. It was maybe four inches long, and really straight and it looked so smooth. Almost fake, it was so smooth looking. No veins or bumps or ridges, except the loose skin behind his smooth, rounded head. It was so... it just looked so smooth and awesome. Perfect, really. And his balls were nice, too. They weren't hanging down or anything, but the weren't up tight either, and I could see each one inside the hairless sack.

"Never seen a guy's dick before?" he laughed.

I stammered, "Uh, I was just surprised you got naked," I answered.

"I want to wash the cut-offs," he said, then turned around and got clean underpants out of the dresser on the other side of his bed.

I got a great view of his butt! I knew he had a nice round butt, but seeing it bare and all, it was almost magnificent. So smooth and round and solid. As he stepped into clean underwear and sweatpants, I got such a hot view that I boned up hard enough to push up a tent in my jeans. It was embarrassing as hell! I turned and adjusted it to hide it and pretended like it wasn't there.

Doing laundry was kind of fun. We joked around with the other guys and had some fun. There weren't a lot of machines, and the room was pretty small, so we had to clear out when our clothes were done. Some of the guys were going to go out and do stuff, but I wasn't all that social a guy, so I said I was just going to go back to my room and watch TV. Randy said he was worn out and didn't want to go out either. So we went back to our room and put away our clean clothes.

Randy took off his sweatpants and his underwear. Just like it was nothing.

"Gonna sleep commando," he explained. "I always do at home."

"Okay with me," I said as casually as I could.

But it was only seven-thirty.

He laid on the bed, on his front, and turned on the TV. What a view of his ass! I sat against the headboard and pretended to be interested in the TV, but I watched his smooth, round, almost bubble-butt the whole time. When he bent a leg and laid almost frog-legged, I got to see his sack from behind. Damn! I could almost see his hole! I sure could see the slightly darker area of skin between his cheeks around it! And that smooth area behind his sack, too. Oh, God!

I'd never been so hot and horny before! My dick was dancing! Sometimes it felt like it was on the edge of squirting! I would have gone to the bathroom and beat off if I didn't have to walk between Randy and the TV to get there!

At one point, Randy got up and pulled on his sweatpants, giving me another great show, and said he was going to go get a soda and snacks from the machines. He asked if I wanted to go with him. I did, but I had a boner of epic proportions and didn't think I could stand up without half the hotel noticing, so I said I was fine.

The instant he left, I thought about beating off, but I knew I didn't have the time. It would not be great to have him come back and I was in the bathroom doing it, you know? But I did go take a fast piss and adjust my boner's position. Then I got some money and went to the machines too. We came back to our room and snacked and watched TV. We had practice in the morning, so we turned off the TV and went to bed.

I did not watch as Randy got naked. I pretended to be engrossed in setting the alarm clock, but I could see out of the corner of my eye exactly what he was doing. Damn it, I was so turned on! If we'd worked out at all, I would have had a good reason to take a shower, but I didn't. But I had to. So I said I could use a shower and got clean shorts and went into the bathroom. Boy, did I have a great jackoff session! I must have blew the biggest amount ever so far! I was almost still weak-kneed as I walked back to the bed. He looked like he was asleep, so I quietly got into bed and turned off the light.

I had a fantastic wet dream that night! In the morning, I had pretty clear proof that I'd had a wet dream, if you know what I mean. So I had a shower right away.

That day, working out and stretching and stuff with Randy was super-hot. I couldn't stop taking glances up his short's leg openings and such. I don't know how many times I got hard. A hundred? I kept seeing Randy's naked body and his dick and his balls and his ass, and that glimpse of his sack from behind as he lay on his front with one leg cocked out sideways. And his round, full, nice ass, all naked on his bed...

It was torture!

Every day after that, Randy was naked in front of me in our room. He'd come out of the shower naked, still drying off. Then he'd sit down and watch TV for a while completely naked. Later, before bed, he'd lay on his stomach for a while, all naked, exposing his nice ass. He'd cock one leg out sideways, almost exposing his hole, but sure showing off his sack and crack.

He always took his shower first. Maybe I should have gone in and taken my shower right away, but I never did. I stayed on my bed and took in the view of his naked body every night. For maybe an hour or more, then I'd go shower and beat one off with almost ferocious energy. Some of the best orgasms of my life were in that motel shower that week!

Then, one morning, Saturday or Sunday, one of our days off from gymnastics classes, I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I came back, Randy was uncovered. He had been sleeping naked for over a week now, but this morning was the first time I'd seen him uncovered.

It was... magical.

The orange street lights from the parking lot were shining in the big window and over his body. The blanket was down to his knees. He was lying on his back, one arm over his eyes, the other laying way out to the side. He was hard. Fully boned! It bobbed gently every second or two. It was so straight and smooth and even. Like an anatomical drawing of the perfect penis. His balls were slightly hanging, just enough to be separate from the base of his dick. If his dick was less than five full inches, it was only by a fraction of an inch. I could see the graceful curves of the underside of the head, where the tube vanished below the surface and the two sides came together. It was pinkish-red there, but otherwise the shaft was the same color as the rest of his skin. The head, though, what I could see of it, was darker colored, almost red.

I had been mostly still asleep, but in that second I was suddenly fully awake. My dick came fully awake, too, throbbing up fully hard in a matter of a couple breaths. Since his eyes were covered, I just stood there and soaked in the sight. I could feel my breath speeding up and my chest getting tight. And my underwear getting tighter and tighter.

I'd never done anything like it before, but I couldn't help myself. I reached into my pants, grabbed my dick, and started stroking it inside my underwear and shorts as I looked at him.

Yes, I wanted to go over and kneel by his bed and take his dick in my other hand, but I was not going to do that!

Instead, I stood there and jerked off inside my pants until I went up on my toes and filled my fist and underwear with a hot load. I was left gasping and shaking all over.

I went back into the bathroom and cleaned up. I almost couldn't go back to the room. But I eventually did. Of course he was still there, naked and glorious, but he'd gone soft. There was no way to miss the wet trail that ran from below his navel to his right side. It looked like a decent amount, too. It took every bit of my will not to go over there and run a finger through it, and maybe get enough on my finger to taste it.

I did stand right next to him, though. In order to get a good look at his soft prick and his balls, and that trail of wetness. There was a small puddle just about where his head was when it was hard. But now it was lying off to the side, nearly on his thigh. It was so tempting! I wondered if I could get some on a finger and taste it without waking him up. But waking him up would be... it'd just end our friendship, and he'd tell, and ask to move rooms and all that. No way.

I thought, I could have seen him cum if I had just stood there for a while longer! Damn!

After looking at him for a very long time, I went back to bed and tried to sleep. It was not easy to fall asleep, but I managed to.

I woke up hearing the shower running. So I tossed the blanket back and checked out his bed. It smelled good, but I couldn't find any signs of any cum. Damn. I laid on his bed, and as I listened to the shower run, I beat off as fast as I could as I remembered the vision of him laying naked and hard on that very bed last night. I was done very soon, before the shower shut off. So I was dressed for practice and watching TV when he came out of the bathroom totally naked.

He saw me and looked really surprised.

He said, "Sorry, I didn't know you woke up."

"No big deal," I said casually.

What a view! I watched sidelong as he got dressed for practice. We had breakfast first, in the cafeteria with all the other guys. Then stretching and then practice. Lunch with all the guys in the cafeteria as usual. More practice. Then lessons and observation, a bit more practice, and then the classes were over.

In our room, he took a shower first, as usual. He came out naked, still drying off. I pretended not to notice. He laid down and watched TV, naked, as usual. I watched for a while, then I took my shower and beat off as usual. Then we had dinner with the guys in the cafeteria as usual. After dinner, we hung around with some guys for a while, playing video games in the arcade or stuff.

Then about nine, we were back in our room. As we were watching a TV show, he stood up, got undressed, and laid down on the bed to watch the rest of the TV show. Naked. I lost interest in the show and watched his ass. And his crack and sack when he crooked a leg.

When we got ready for bed, I got a few glances of his stuff dangling as he crawled up the bed and pulled down the blankets, then as he got under them. I was so hard that I didn't even take off my street jeans. I just laid on top of the blankets and said I wasn't sleepy yet. I watched the news. Boring as hell, but at least my boner went away. I turned off the light, got out of my jeans, and went to sleep. Eventually, anyway.

Another hot dream that night. And I woke up with a crusty mess in my underwear.

That was pretty much how it went for the next couple weeks. We'd wake up, Randy would be naked, we'd get ready, get dressed, we'd have breakfast with the guys, have practice and lessons, lunch, more practice and lessons, back to our room, Randy would have a long shower, then lay naked on the bed for a bit, then I'd shower and beat off, then we'd get dressed, have dinner, hang out with the guys for a while, then go back to our room and watch TV for a bit, Randy would get naked and lay on the bed for a while, then we'd go to sleep, and I'd have a hot dream, often about Randy.

By the last few days, I was getting out of the shower and drying off, and would go to my bed naked. Why not? Randy was all the time. We'd lay around naked watching TV. I'd be under the blanket, though, sitting against the headboard, looking at Randy's naked ass and his sack and crack as he lay naked on his front watching TV. I'd be so hard! Especially when he rolled on his side to look at me on the other bed and I could see his dick and balls hanging sideways. Then, during the night, I'd have a hot, sexy dream, usually about Randy, and I'd wake up in the morning all crusty down there and needing a shower.

Then came that last night. It was kind of sad. I'd liked the whole experience. I'd learned a lot, made a few friends, and made one really good friend. Randy was awesome. Not only was he hot to look at, he was hot to practice and stretch with. And, boy, had I gotten a lot of good looks at his naked body. The night he had kicked his blankets down and been having that hot dream was something I wished had happened again, but it hadn't. At least I'd had a lot of hot dreams!

So, the last day was a Friday. Our parents were picking us all up on Saturday at different times. Mine were coming around noon, Randy's around two. So we spent most of the night, after showers and beating off, with the guys in the arcade across the street. A lot of goodbye's and such.

Randy and I went back to our room about ten. After the coach had called to check on us, we watched some TV and talked. He got ready for bed, and was laying naked on his bed on his front. I'd been daring enough to do that too, lately. But I still stayed under the blanket and sitting against the headboard so that he wouldn't know I was hard as an iron bar from the sight of him.

We stayed up late, of course, but extra late tonight because it was the last night and we didn't have to be up for any reason at all until our parents came. We could even skip breakfast. We had enough money to order a pizza, and it was our last day, so we did. We were both naked, but we put on sweats when it arrived. We had them off again in no time. We watched bad movies on cable and had a great time. We were punch-drunk we were up so late.

Then we saw a movie with nearly naked chicks in it. Some kind of college summer break thing. Lots of chicks in bikinis and underwear, running around a lot. Some guys in swimming trunks in a couple scenes too. And one scene, this guy was running around in his tighty-whities. Oh, man, did I get boned! I mean, having Randy there naked, too, and this hot guy in his white briefs that did nothing to hide what he was packing... geeze!

The guy ran up on a couple making out, and the chick sat up surprised, and we saw her boobs and her pubes. Wow.

Then Randy rolls over onto his side to grin at me, and he's boned up.

I felt my face go all red. I mean, wow. He reached down and grabbed his dick and said, "Dude, you ever need to really beat off, bad?"

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled.

He was still holding his dick, and said, "You boned?"

"Uh, yeah."

He grinned at me for a few seconds, then sat up, then stood up and let go of his dick. He stood there with his perfect dick pointed almost directly at me. I probably stared for a few seconds. I mean, come on. Then he sat on the edge of my bed! He was boned hard, and was sitting on my bed. That seemed like some kind of foul, right? Guys don't do that. I thought, anyway.

I noticed he was slowly pulling my blanket down.