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(mm-teens, youths, 1st-gay- expr, mast) *** Two 14-year old Boy Scouts at a troop meeting start a game and soon get seriously interested in pursuing it further – perhaps with a third Scout who seems to realize what has happened. Boy Scout Troop 29, in a medium sized Midwestern city in 1952. The troop was a Catholic School troop made up of sixteen or so seventh and eighth graders, all 13 or 14 years old. Meetings were often held without a Scoutmaster and were held, round-robin style, at each others' homes. My name is Jim. The boys were all pretty cute, I thought, including me. And we all had our Catholic schooling in common, so we knew each other well and interacted in many ways: sports, debates, plays, etc. Until the night of this story, however, I had never been involved with any of the boys in any ways that could be characterized as sexual. It was my turn to have the meeting at my house. Frankly, we didn't do much Boy Scout business at these meetings. Instead, we usually took care of any business quickly at the first of the meeting, and then the host Scout was responsible for some kind of entertainment. My folks had given me an inexpensive 16mm movie projector for my birthday, and I had rented three 15-20 minute films to show to the troop. My bedroom backed up on my parents clothes closet and I had cut a square hole in the wall so I could set my projector in the closet and it would project the picture through the wall and onto a sheet tacked to the opposite wall in my bedroom. I had set up chairs and a couple make-shift benches where everyone could sit and watch the films. I could control the projector from the bedroom, so I sat there with the rest of the guys, but in the back row. Next to me sat Timmy Walsh, a very cute kid I had always liked. He also had a sister who I also liked a lot, but we never "hooked up" as the kids say today. Anyway, the benches and chairs quickly were filled and Timmy got shoved over very close to me, and wasn't very comfortable. I suggested he sit on my knee and he did. As the first film showed, I noticed my young dick was getting an erection – which it did all the time in those years, for any reason or no reason at all (Ahh! for those good old days!). But having Timmy's cute body and face so close accelerated the process and I kind of pushed it up into his thighs and bottom to get some relief from the pressure. In the first film, this guy and girl were kissing (no, it wasn't a sex film, just a romantic one and an older, primitive one at that). Several of us started giggling at the old fashioned way the actors were kissing. Soon we were telling each other that any of us could do far better than that. As if to prove our point, Timmy and I started kissing. At first, our kisses were just the play acting of a couple of crazy kids trying to impress the others. But it sure did feel good to me and intensified my erection. It must have felt good to Timmy, too, because soon I noticed he also had an erection and before long I saw him rubbing the front of his corduroys and his kisses seemed to increase in pressure. I also thought he was moving a little on my dick. I was definitely moving my dick around on his thighs and bottom and pushing it against him firmly. Our kissing continued and got pretty serious. For a while the other guys encouraged us and cheered us on, but then they seemed to lose interest in us and watched the movie. I don't think they were embarrassed by Timmy and me kissing, as we continued our little scene. It was no longer a joke with us, however, and both Timmy and I realized that. It was definitely feel very exciting and arousing as Timmy and I kissed and hugged and pressed ourselves together "down there." In a few minutes the first film played out and I had to get up and change films. This meant I had to go out into the hall and into my parents bedroom to get access to the closet where the projector sat. Timmy followed me, saying something about wanting to see how the projector worked. I quickly changed the film and restarted the projector. This was a Tarzan film, and more interesting to the guys, I noticed. Timmy and I put our heads close and looked through the hole in the wall for a few minutes. Then we turned toward each other and without a word, resumed our kissing – even more passionately than before. This time, however, our dicks were both hard enough that they were plainly visible tenting our pants. I reached out to rub his. In minutes he returned the favor and began to rub mine. As we kissed and played with each other through our pants, everything began feeling not just good, but super good. I don't think either of us thought anything about this being odd; instead, we thought more as if we were doing it as "practice" for when we found a girl to do it with. In those days we'd never heard the term, "gay." We knew what "queers" were, but we didn't think we were engaging in queer behavior. I was never sure why we didn't. But soon we were both releasing our dicks and stroking them. Timmy's was as wet as mine and all slippery, which was very sexy. I mumbled into his ear, asking if I could hold his and he quickly approved, removing his hand so I'd have room. I took his young hardon in my hand and began stroking it and he did the same for me. We were both about the same size, four and one-half inches or so long and maybe an inch or a slightly more across. Both of us were soon humping the others' hand, fucking fists, as we later called it. And continuing our kissing. In only a couple minutes I felt something hot and wet on my hand and figured he must of squirted. That excited me too much and I, in turn, squirted into his hand. By this time, we both had realized that we were going "over the line," and didn't want the other guys to know what we'd done. We quickly wiped up our mess with our handkerchiefs (all Catholic school boys carried handkerchiefs in those days), and buttoned our pants back up. With one last kiss, we wandered as casually as we could back around to my bedroom where the show was going on. The guys were into the movie and no one seemed to notice… no one except Bobby Schmidt, that is. I noticed that he looked at us with a sly smile on his face and his eyebrows kind of jumped up and down once as he looked me right in the eyes. I thought to myself that maybe he might want to join us if Timmy and I ever did something like this again. If Timmy and I never got together again, maybe I could get together with Bobby. I felt good. Timmy and I sat down and enjoyed the rest of the movies with the other guys. Mom served refreshments and drinks. The meeting was a success – a double success for Timmy and me, and maybe a future success for Bobby! END Author Note: Tinman writes for fun, relating stories from his bi past and others based on his past but elaborated on from his fantasies. I respond quickly to any friendly email and really want to hear how you enjoyed any of my stories and how it affected you. Flamers, however, will be ignored. My philosophy is that we all are most intensely alive when we are engaged in sex, preferably with another person, and that writing erotica is a high calling. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54