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 My First Time - Part 1



   I had turned 12 in April of '69, the oldest of six.  In June my great
aunt and uncle and my 2nd cousin, came to visit my grandmother, and mom
piled the six of us in the car to see them.  After the nice typical large
Cajun dinner, my great aunt asked my mom if she thought I would like to go
back to Baton Rouge with them, and spend a few weeks on the farm with my
cousin (Rob was an only child - adopted and 16).  Mom looked at me, I said
heck yeah, thinking about getting away from my pesty brothers and sisters
and hanging out with an older cousin seemed cool to me.

   Once back on the farm (I had been there many times before) I remembered
the small farm house, the cows, the chickens, etc.  But had forgotten that
even though it was a working farm both my aunt and uncle worked real jobs.
It was Sunday later afternoon when we got there, and after the unpacking,
getting settled in and dinner, my aunt and uncle turned in around 9 and Rob
and I went to his room.

   We got our baths and got into his double sized bed, as he finished
telling me what we'd do tomorrow. The lights were out and I was thinking of
tomorrow's fun, like I would be Tom Sawyer or something, when I notice the
bad start to move a bit.  I lay very still, and tried to imagine what was
happening.  I could tell it was coming from him or at least his side of the
bed, but could not figure out what.  Having always been a curious kid, and
a "why?  Kid", I just asked, "What is making the bed shake?" The shaking
stopped for a moment, and Rob said, "Do you know what jacking off is?" To
which I replied, "I think so." Then he asked me if I wanted him to show me,
I said, "ok".  Remember, a curious kid...

   He turned on the bedside lamp, and threw the covers back.  We were both
in our jockey shorts, no shirt. He took his jockeys off and his dick (as we
called them back then) was much larger than mine and nicely hairier.  It
was very erect.  (That much I had seen in my own before, and knew enough
that touching felt good at those times).  Rob began to stroke his dick,
while moving his legs apart, and wiggling around in the bed.  I could tell
that the simple nice feelings of touching I had experienced a few times was
lots better the way he was stroking.  I also notice that my dick had become
very stiff and felt really good now, as it rubbed against my jockey shorts.

   Rob began to make little noise with his mouth and move faster, why, I
didn't know, but it was something that I could not stop watching intensely.
Then suddenly he stopped, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at
me.  He asked me if I wanted to try it.  (Now remember, I am 12 by 2
months) I didn't say anything just reached over and placed my hand on his
cock and begin to stroke as he had been doing. (The next day he told me
that he had meant for me to do myself with that question) I stroked him at
what now I would call a medium pace, the heat from him amazed me.  Then I
notice that his dick was turning reddish and we began to wiggle again, much
faster now.  I had no idea if I was doing something wrong, or not, but just
kept repeating the same strokes over and over.  Suddenly he moaned really
deep, like trying to hold a sneeze back, and his dick twitched in my hand
and this warm white stuff came out of it, I stopped immediately, thinking I
had hurt him or broken something.  He move his hand to where mine had been
instantly and stroked very fast, and the white stuff continue to come out,
now it came out over his belly and my chest, as I was still close to him.
When it finally stopped, and he removed his hand, he looked at me and said,
"that's called cum, and an ejaculation, that is how you know you are
finished jacking off, and it feels fantastic."

   I was amazed, full of excitement, and very ready for my turn.  Rob went
to the bathroom, and came back with a towel for me to wipe my chest.  After
he got back into bed, he asked me if I was ready to try it.  I was out of
my jockeys so fast that I don't even really remember getting out of them.
My little 12-year-old dick was very erect and quite pink.  I turned onto my
back and began to stroke myself.  I was in heaven; I stroked a little fast,
gradually building up speed.  Rob was on his side facing me, watching, I
assume, as my eyes were closed with the intense feelings I was having. 
Within a few minutes, I felt a strange feeling, and my little dick went
into a twitching fit, and the white stuff jump out of it onto my belly.  At
this I forced my eyes open, to watch.  It wasn't as much as Rob's but just
as warm, and as he had done, I kept stroking until it quit spurting.  In
the end it really tickled.

   I wiped myself with the towel that was still beside me, and looked over
to Rob and told him, "you were right that does feel fantastic." He told me
that he did it every night and some times a couple of time during the day
and it always felt that good.  I said, "wow, and that I couldn't wait to do
it again." He laughed a little, and said we had better get some sleep.

   The next morning my great aunt woke us up just to say she had "breakfast
on the table and was leaving for work, and that my uncle had already left.
And Rob knew the few chores to do, and the rest of the day was ours to
play." We got up, dressed, ate and took off outside to do the few chores,
talked to the 2 men that actually ran the farm.  We were done by 9 a.m. 
and the day was ours.  Rob led me to his room and reaching between his
mattresses pulled out 3 Playboy magazines.  I knew now I was in heaven.  He
began to take his clothes of and I mimicked him.  We were naked on the bed
very quickly.  Each with a magazine and each with his dick in one hand, one
our sides.  Rob, told me, just look at the pictures, and stroke, stop every
once in awhile to make it last longer.  I followed his lead, and copied
everything he did.  It seemed like an hour went by, this feeling of power
having my dick in my hand, it being so hot, red and excited, this was
great...  (Actually only 5 or 10 minutes had pasted).

   Rob broke the silence, by asking me if I know what a blowjob was.  I
regretfully, giggled a 12-year-old snicker, and said I think so.  I told
him it was when a girl would put a dick in her mouth.  He said yes, but not
just put it in there, she would suck on it until the white stuff came out.
I said, "wow".  Then he explained fucking to me.  During this conversation
our stroking and 'reading' had stopped.  We were on our sides, head in
hands resting on our elbows.  Rob told me, that he and I could "practice"
having girl friends, and wanted to know if I was interested in
"practicing"? I said, ok, more from not wanting to be a dumb kid and
wanting to do what the older boys did than anything.

   Rob rolled onto his back, moving the Playboy to the floor.  He told me
that I should suck on the tip of his dick like an ice-cream cone, just to
see if I liked it.  I move my cheek to his belly and place the tip of his
dick between my lips, it was warm.  I opened my mouth and let more inside,
and lipped it like an ice-cream cone.  This was fun, I liked it, and so I
moved my face away to tell him that "I Liked It".  He told me "I could
continue, and that I could if I wanted put more into my mouth".  I went
back to him and continued to suck on it, sometimes taking more in and
sometimes only the tip (head as I learned later on).  Rob began to wiggle
again, and now that the house was empty, groan without trying to stifle the
loudness.  I remembered the night before that he and I had both wiggled
really fast right before the white stuff came out.  For whatever reason,
and yes I remember this very clearly, I told myself not to stop, and to
make the white stuff come out in my mouth and not my hands.

   Rob screamed, just as the cum hit the back of my throat and tonsils.  I
choked up a bit at first, but never lost contact, swallowed (or choked) and
kept going at it.  He wiggled more and more until finally pulled my head
away gasping for air.  I asked him somewhat puzzled, "did I do something
wrong?" To which his breathless reply was, "No, no way, that was good, now
your turn...

   Rob repeated the service I had given him to me, and you can only imagine
what the next two weeks were like.

   I will write more about these two great weeks of my life if anyone likes
this first writing?

   Rob, and I saw one another at family functions over the next several
years, but never had a chance to play until we were in our 20's; then again
after we had both turned 40, he was killed in a car wreck a few years back.
Yes, we were both married, and had kids, house, dog, etc...

   Keith Brown