("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My First Sexual Experience Tom (address defunct) *** Two teenage boys explore each other's bodies for the first time. (mm, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal) *** My first sexual experience occurred at age twelve, before I had masturbated for the first time. It involved Greg Thompson, who was thirteen years old, and who had just recently moved into our neighborhood. I liked Greg from the moment I met him. He was a very relaxed guy who boasted about nothing, who was just nice and friendly. He was also as pretty as most girls without seeming to be feminine. His hair was jet black, his eyes cobalt blue, and his skin slightly pale. His lips were roseate, and the rest of his facial features were quite delicate. The first time I saw him naked in the showers after gym I admired his lovely body with its shapely, soft looking limbs, handsome chest and flat tummy. It was the first time that I had "checked out" another guy and I wondered at my fascination. His balls hung freely, but his penis dangled just a flaccid two inches. He had pubic hair, but not much, and the rest of his body was smooth and hairless. He beamed at me at our first meeting under the warm, pelting water of the shower. I sprouted a stiffy, but was not embarrassed by it, because most of the boys of our seventh grade class seemed to have erections in the shower. But I knew then that my stiffly was in response to the sight and smile of Greg. Without pushing himself forward, Greg was the sort of person to whom others looked for leadership, and he readily took charge. I, on the other hand, was more passive and tended to follow others, and I came to follow Greg from that first day. I too was pretty, in a blonde way, although I did not know of it at the time. In photos from that period of my pubescence, pictures of me in bathing trunks, I see a boy of some sexual allure, with soft looking thighs and a pretty boy's face, very blonde and young. That first day of our meeting Greg chose me to be his friend. I was so pleased. For the next several days we palled around, and on the weekend we played touch football with some other kids in our class. Afterwards we went to his house, where his mom, a good looking woman, gave us lemonade, but otherwise stayed out of our way. We went up to Greg's room, where he showed me all of his stuff. Eventually, we rough-housed and fell on to the bed giggling hysterically. Then, without warning, Greg kissed me on the lips. I did not resist him, but, with his lips on mine, I wondered what was happening and why I enjoyed it. I kissed him back without thinking about it. It felt so good. We embraced and kissed for a long time, eventually engaging our tongues. My only thought was that Greg was so pretty, and he made me feel special by kissing me. Like most boys my age, before the onset of homophobia, I relished experimenting physically with a buddy. Nothing else happened that day, just a lot of kissing. But I do remember very well the feel of my hand on the bare flesh of his upper arm as my lips pressed against his. I realized then that I wanted to touch him all over, all his soft parts, his entire body. I didn't understand it, and it didn't trouble me much then, but I wished that we were naked on the bed together. Later we went down to the kitchen, where Greg's mom had set out lunch for us. I was a bit sheepish about what we had done for the past half hour, but Greg was bright and cheerful. He looked so beautiful, sitting across the table from me, eating his toasted cheese sandwich and tomato soup. I had fallen in love with him, although I did not realize it at the time. Then, he seemed to be the most splendid friend, a treasure that I did not want to lose. For the following week we were inseparable. When we were alone, we briefly hugged and kissed, our eyes alert to intruders. On the next Saturday I came to Greg's house to sleep over, having yearned impatiently for several days for the time to come, knowing that we would go beyond just kissing, although I was then too inexperienced to know just what we would do. Perhaps we would jack off together. Half of the kids in our seventh grade class were doing it. I had supper with Greg's mom and dad and with his eleven year old sister Susan, who had a pretty face and small tits which pushed at her blouse. Susan fascinated me. I wondered what she looked like naked. In comparing Susan and Greg, he no longer looked pretty to me, although he was handsome in a very young way. At bedtime Greg and I went to his room and undressed. I assumed that we would sleep in our underpants, but Greg took his off, and then so did I. We got onto the bed naked where we snuggled and kissed, our bodies rubbing together. We both had stiffys. After awhile Greg told me to sit up on the bed with by back against the headboard. I did as he asked. He then knelt on the bed in front of me, his legs straddling mine, his hard cock jutting straight out in front of my face. It was over five inches long, when erect, but it was not too thick. It fascinated me. Greg took hold of the base of his cock, leaned forward and wiped the head of it across one of my cheeks, across my chin, and on to the other cheek. He did this several times. Then he did not wipe it across my chin but, instead, my lips. After a couple of such passes from cheek to cheek, I parted my lips slightly and my tongue touched the head of his cock. He stopped moving it back and forth. He pushed it at my parted lips. I opened wider and sucked his cock into my mouth. It had the most remarkable texture and a slight, unusual taste. I did not mind sucking on Greg's cock. I enjoyed it enormously, especially because it was awfully naughty, but also because Greg had become my dearest friend. Greg moved his cock in and out of my mouth as I provided suction. Even though I had not ejaculated for the first time, I knew about it, and I realized that Greg might do it in my mouth. He didn't. At the very last minute he pulled out. His first spurt hit my lips and chin. The rest went on my neck and chest He grunted as he came. Greg then got off the bed, went to his bathroom and returned with a warm, moist towel, which he used to clean me up. While he was gone I tongued his stuff from my lips and tasted its strangeness. Greg was then very subdued. He sat next to me on the bed with his arm around me, my head on his shoulder, his hand palming my cheek gently. He whispered to me that it was the first time for him with another person. As we then kissed, he gripped my small penis in his hand. He squeezed it gently, rhythmically, and I began to feel the building of a most awesome pleasure. I eeked into his mouth, as I came for the first time in my life. We went to sleep. In the middle of the night I awoke to the feel of Greg's mouth on my cock, sucking it with a mild suction. It felt so marvelous. The world was quiet. A zypher blew into the room, which was filled with moonlight. I warned him, when I felt myself about to come, but he continued to suck on me. I squirted into his mouth, holding his head tightly still against me. He choked and coughed, but not too severely. He did not take his mouth from my cock until it became flaccid. I assumed that he swallowed my stuff. After awhile I sucked on him again, letting him squirt into my mouth. I swallowed it, although I did not much relish the taste. The next day, a Sunday, we found ourselves alone in the house for much of the afternoon. Greg suggested that we try butt fucking. I was not at all eager to do that, but I went along. He did me first. I lay on my stomach with my head on a pillow. Greg slicked his cock with Vaseline and climbed between my parted legs. He lowered himself onto me and just pushed into me all the way in one stroke. The unfamiliar hurt frightened me, but I endured it and learned to relax. It then felt better, although it began to sting a bit. He yelped, when he finally came, and I was pleased that he was finished. It felt good, when he pulled out of me. He didn't want me to do him right away, although I was eager to come, so we waited a few minutes. Greg went to the bathroom and washed his cock. Then I did him, the way he had done me, in one stroke. It felt so wonderful, my flesh against his, my cock inside of him. I came quickly, my face buried in his hair, my groin pushing tightly at his soft buttocks. Then we showered together, dressed and went out to play football with friends. We never again had another sexual encounter, although we remained friends for life. We had learned what we wanted to know. The experience gave me an enhanced self confidence. A few months later I finally succeeded in seducing Greg's lovely sister, who let me take her maidenhead even before she had begun to grow pubic hair. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70