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Authors name: Puck (puck512@hotmail.com)
Story title : Free Association
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Free Association (m/m-teens, 1st-gay)
By Puck (puck512@hotmail.com)
***
Like all my peers there came a time when I made that
mythical transition from boy to adolescent. Like every
other person who ever lived, I struggled with the
changes in my body. When I was thirteen, more than a
full year after my dick had started growing hard for
reasons known only to itself (and almost always the most
embarrassing moments) and I had started desperately
trying to piece together the holy grail called sex, my
parents handed me a small pamphlet which would serve as
my guide into adulthood.
The book titled "Your changing body" gave me a short
sermon about pimples, breaking voices, and sexual urges
which must be resisted until I was properly married.
Inserting my penis into my wife's vagina to make a baby
followed marriage. The book was so dry and distant that
even a desperate thirteen-year-old boy could find
nothing the least bit inspirational.
Like most boys I suffered in silence and life went on
pretty much as usual. I hung around a group of five boys
but it was Trent who was my best friend. We were next-
door neighbors and had known each other forever and a
day. Since I was an only child, he was the closest I
could come to imagining what having a brother would have
been like.
When we were eight we corrected life's oversight and
officially made ourselves blood brothers in the
traditional Indian way of cutting our palms, spitting on
it and shaking. It was god-awful painful, even more
messy, and our mothers fretted to no end about the
damage we had inflicted on ourselves which made it even
more worthwhile.
The only secret I ever kept from Trent was how weird
everything had suddenly become in my life. No matter
what the book said about this being natural and that
other boys my age were experiencing everything I was, I
was convinced that Trent who had always been a constant
in my life was above all this.
I don't think I had ever felt more alone in my life.
Everything, and I do mean everything, changed on a hot
August afternoon in the summer of my thirteenth year.
Trent and I had spent the day hunting raspberries and by
the time we made it out to Carver's lake we were hot,
sweaty, and tired. A dip in the lake was exactly what we
needed.
We'd grown up skinny-dipping in Carver's lake and we
shed our clothes without a second thought and plunged
headlong into the cool water. Trent was the rotten egg
and I made sure he knew it. Any Impartial observer would
have clearly seen that I had made it in first. Since
there didn't happen to be an impartial observer nearby
Trent made an outrageous claim that I had been the last
one in.
I splashed him and he splashed me, he dunked me and I
dunked him in turn, and our innocent argument turned
into a full fledged wrestling match. It was nothing we
hadn't done a thousand times before. Sometime during the
match he had chased me from the water and with a
righteous tackle pinned me to the grass and held me
there squirming in frustration below him.
Like I say, it was nothing we hadn't done before. We'd
grown up wrestling and since Trent was the older and
larger he usually won, though if I was serious about
something I could usually hold my own. Mostly, though,
it usually ended with him on top of me threatening and
tickling me, while I laughed and giggled until he forced
me to cry uncle. But this was the first time a match had
started while we had been skinny dipping though.
I sensed something amiss when he didn't gloat and try to
tickle me into submission. He just sat there astride me,
his hands holding my wrists above my head, staring down
at me. It was then that I was aware that he was
breathing hard and that his dick was very, very hard,
and it was grinding down, throbbing even, against my
crotch.
He blushed, the deepest darkest red I had ever seen
before on anyone and I could see the indecision in his
eyes. He knew he should get off me before he embarrassed
himself further but he didn't want too. I was completely
at his mercy and he didn't know how to handle the sudden
flush of sexual power or the fact that I wasn't exactly
resisting him. Trent was excited and I was responded to
that. My cock grew hard against his and I could feel
myself sliding against him as I grew. God that was such
a strange and sexy sensation.
Trent bit his lower lip and ground his crotch against
mine just a little at first but it was enough to make me
gasp in pleasure as our cocks rubbed together. I was
such a total virgin. I had never learned to masturbate
and aside from a few wet dreams I had never had an
orgasm. What Trent was doing as he ground his crotch
against mine was something completely new to me and I
was his complete and devoted slave at that moment. What
he was doing felt so good. It felt more than good.
Our bodies still wet from our recent swim rubbed against
each other and I was overwhelmed by all the incredible,
new sensations. To this day I can perfectly recall the
feel of his smooth skin against mine, the sound of his
labored breathing, the amazing sensations of his legs
wrapped around my waist, his tight grip around my wrists
that subdued even the tiniest, insane desire to fight
what was happening. Best of all was the feeling of his
cock grinding against mine, feeling his skin rub and
brush against my supersensitive skin.
Everything kept feeling better and better until Trent
gasped and tensed, humping forward so much that his
tight balls dragged along my cock as he pushed hard up
against my stomach. I felt something hot and sticky jet
across my skin while Trent made choking, strangling
sounds of pleasure as he humped me and rubbed his come
between our stomachs.
Trent looked at me, his face completely unreadable,
"I've never done that with anybody," he confessed as he
rolled off me.
"What did you do?" I asked as I rubbed curiously at his
come, noting that it was almost identical in smell and
texture to the stuff I had to clean up when I had one of
my wet dreams.
He looked at me like I was a Martian, unable to believe
that I knew even less about sex than he did.
"Sex," He answered. "Don't you know anything?"
"Guess not." I answered.
"Don't you even..." he trailed off, then lacking a word
made the shape of a C with his fingers and began jerking
his hand up and down. When my look of utter confusion
answered him, he elaborated: "You know, jack off..."
When I confessed my innocence he reached over and took
my cock between his fingers. I almost pulled back. I
wasn't expecting it, but once the surprise wore off I
discovered the rapturous pleasure of him squooshing my
cock between his fingers, kneading it and stroking it.
Almost as soon as the surprise faded I sprang instantly
erect in his hand.
Having something more substantial to grasp, he then
wrapped his fingers around me and began working the skin
up and down. I couldn't tear my eyes off of his hand
around my dick. When he had humped me things had felt
pretty good but this... This was the next level of
magnitude. This was... It was everything good I had had
ever felt. It was an answer to every question I ever
had.
His hand stroked up and down moving faster and faster
until it became a blur and I found my hips bucking in
reply and then -- Oh God -- and then a white geyser
erupted spewing my seed high into the air between us,
then another and another as it spattered on Trent, on
me, and on the ground. With each spurt of my come I
experienced the most perfect symphony of raptures. Trent
pounded me unceasingly, milking me for every last drop
of pleasure.
I was panting and trembling when I finally opened my
eyes and saw Trent staring at me. He seemed
uncomfortable and unsure of himself, which was unusual
for him. I guess it was only natural. Playing cowboy and
Indian is a pretty safe and acceptable activity. Giving
your virgin friend a hand-job is out on the edge a bit.
"Jesus H. Christ, Trent that was fucking-A-W-S-O-M-E."
"Yea, it's fun. I been doing it for a while but I didn't
think... I mean... Well I didn't know if you'd like it."
"The only thing I'm mad about is you not showing me this
the moment you discovered it!" I bubbled.
I wasn't really disturbed. Wrapped in the warm after-
glow of my first waking orgasm and basking in the
newfound knowledge that I was not a mutant -- that I was
no longer alone -- I felt too good to be angry or
confused or anything.
"Tell me everything!" I demanded eagerly.
"That's all I know," he replied sheepishly.
I frowned. It seemed like there should be something more
to it than that and I said so.
"Well maybe now that you're around we can find some new
tricks," Trent answered and he sounded eager.
"Like you humping me," I said.
Trent blushed furiously, "Yea, that felt pretty good."
If the hour hadn't been so late we might have said more
or done more but as it was we barely made it back before
dark and even then Trent's mom swore she was about ready
to send for the police to round us up. Any further
explorations would have to wait until later.
Since it was summer we had no trouble arranging for me
to stay over at Trent's house that night. We didn't come
right out and say it, I don't think we even admitted it
to ourselves, but we had discovered a new, secret toy
and we wanted to play with it.
That night, Trent stretched out, gloriously nude on his
bed while I knelt beside him, letting his phallus fill
my vision. I marveled how much like mine it was. How we
were both circumcised, how it would quiver and twitch in
the air, how the veins were visible beneath the skin and
how big and purple the head got. I also marveled at
Trent's tiny tuft of pubic hair.
Slowly I wrapped my fingers around his cock and working
from memory gently pulling up and down, completely
absorbed in the feel of fleshy softness over a hard
inner core. I inexpertly jacked him off and delighted in
the fountain that gushed forth as he shuddered on the
bed in orgasm.
A small gob landed on my cheek and even though it was
the grossest thing I had ever done in my life I scooped
it the short distance into my mouth and tasted it.
I decided it tasted alright.
Then Trent returned the favor and we fell asleep shortly
afterwards.
*
It wasn't until October when Trent and I went beyond
jerking each other off.
It never became entirely routine over the weeks but
eventually we were doing it often enough that it wasn't
exactly special or remarkable. It was something that we
did that felt good, sort of like taking a deep, long,
satisfying piss.
In October Trent was staying over at my house one Friday
night and was jerking me off when he said in a casual,
but low and slightly conspiratorial voice, "In Gym, I
heard one of the boys call another a cock-sucker. They
got into a fight over it, but if cock-rubbing feels
good, I wonder..."
He let the thought trail off as he continued to stroke
me. I mulled it over a little. I hadn't thought of it
before. Sex was too new for me to worry about labeling
myself, but kids are hypersensitive to labels and gay,
queer, and cocksucker were not labels any kid wanted to
be known by.
I was still trying to reconcile the sudden revelation
that what Trent and I were doing was a "gay thing" when
Trent said, "It's just between us. If you want I'll suck
you."
That had taken guts. Even with his hand around my cock,
even knowing me all his life, even being blood brothers
that took guts. I doubted I would have had the courage
to have offered the same.
I'd love to say that I thought it over and made a
deliberate decision, or Trent's offer moved me, or I had
a brilliant flash of insight into the utter meaningless
of sexual labels. In truth, Trent's hand had gotten me
close to orgasm and I was feeling very good and horny
and agreeable to anything that felt good. My answer was
a nod and that's all it took.
Trent bent over and I felt my cock being pulled back and
bared to his open mouth. There was no preamble as he
lowered his mouth over me, stopping about halfway before
he made a wet, sloppy seal and slowly sucked his way up
my cock.
He fumbled his way inexpertly but as amateurish as it
was it as overwhelming in its sensations. His hot wet
lips slid up and down my throbbing shaft while his
tongue rubbed up and down the base of my cock. His hand
grasped the base and while it didn't move much, it added
it's own movements to everything else.
I had already been close but even if I had started cold
I doubt it would have taken much more. On the fifth
stroke I exploded into Trent's mouth. He gagged and
pulled away quickly and left my poor cock twitching
against my stomach spurting white, milky seed onto my
stomach.
An orgasm that I had expected to be the best I had ever
had suddenly and dismally turned into the most
disappointing.
"Jeez you lamer, next time finish what you start!" I
swore.
"It tasted..."
"Yea, yea, salty. Big deal. It was beautiful Trent. It
was the best thing we've ever done and then nothing."
"Sorry. I'm new at this. Next time I'll do better."
"You'd better. Now hop up here and take notes," I
grinned as we traded places.
As good as his cock had felt in my hands it felt just as
good in my mouth. My cock was pretty large and Trent
always had trouble taking all of my meat but his was
smaller and I could suck him all the way to the base and
just get a little tickle at the back of my throat. I
took everything he had done right and imitated it and
then innovated by letting my tongue rub and struck him
more and grinding my lips against the ridges on the
underside of his cock-head.
He lasted for only a few strokes before he gasped and
grabbed my head. He pulled me down hard onto my cock and
began to well and truly fuck my face. While I felt like
gagging a few times, something not helped by the few
times he managed to force his spurting shaft back far
enough to rub against the back of my throat, I swallowed
everything he had to give. I turned green, I felt queasy
for an hour afterwards but I didn't leave him hanging in
midair like he had left me.
I sucked him unmercifully, I sucked him dry and then
kept on sucking as long as he kept moving. Trent, I was
very, very sure, was having the orgasm of his life and I
did everything I could to keep it that way.
"Un-Fucking-Believable." He gasped as he collapsed back
into the bed.
Trent and I had never been really intimate after our
play, but I was tired and exhausted and so was he. I
didn't feel like recovering on the cold floor in the
sleeping bag so I crawled up next to him. I guess we
kind of snuggled together.
"If being a cocksucker is so bad, why does it feel so
good?" I mused idly.
Trent, ever one with the answers, replied, "We're
suppose to grow up and get married and have kids but if
everyone knew that it felt like this with another guy
maybe there'd be no more kids."
"Oh yea, like I wanna spend the rest of my life with
you!" I challenged, trying to engage him in play.
I was surprised when Trent looked hurt at that.
A few hours later, both of us fully recovered. Trent
gave me my first, real blowjob.
*
Aside from brotherly love or friendship I really didn't
have any romantic feelings for Trent and though I
sometimes wondered, I'm pretty sure Trent was the same
way. There's no man alive who can't vividly recall the
total insanity of that age when everything, and I do
mean everything revolved around sex and everything, and
I do mean everything was set up to see that we didn't
get it.
The first wall was ignorance, the second wall was
religion and morality, the third was the total alieness
of females. There were so many walls.
What Trent and I did was a great release. Our bodies
demanded the satisfaction and aside from the physical
satisfaction there was the mental satisfaction of having
someone you could trust at that level and the security
in no longer going it alone. Yet for all of the
positives there was a lot of guilt.
In theory being Gay should be no more a stigma than
being black or oriental.
But kids, being kids, tend to eat their own. The need to
belong is so intense that they will eventually create an
outside just so they can appease their insecurities by
being on the inside. From the start and especially once
the full seriousness of what we were doing dawned on us,
we were discrete.
Our social lives, reputations, and our future depended
on being inside. I don't think either one of us thought
of ourselves as gay.
None-the-less, secrecy was fertile ground for guilt and
as the year went by the guilt was fueled by the need for
novelty in our sex-play. We had discovered fairly early
on that being sucked while a finger was up your ass
stroking the prostate was not only obscenely dirty and
definitely gay but it was also the most intense orgasm
two boys could ever hope to produce.
The first time had happened with me on my stomach, my
hips rose with Trent's head underneath me as he sucked
me off. As usual he had one hand around the base of my
shaft so I wouldn't plunge down his throat and the other
hand was kind of massaging my buttocks, something we had
just started doing.
I was raising my hips and lowering them, fucking his
mouth as I hugged the pillows. As always it was a great
sensation and then I had felt Trent's slick finger
circling my puckered asshole sending electric tingles of
anticipation through me. It was like holding a match to
gasoline. When he forced his finger inside me and I felt
my asshole throbbing around the intrusion I came. Oh
Jesus I came. Trent, it seemed had discovered a sex book
in his parents house and had read up, taking note of an
obscure reference to the prostrate.
He milked me dry for a two-minute long orgasm as I
furiously humped his face and his finger massaged my
prostrate even to the point of using his finger as a
hook to pull me down harder onto his face. Then he
sucked me off for a back-to-back orgasm -- one of the
few I have ever had. The sensations were so strong that
I never got soft so he never stopped sucking and
massaging my prostate the whole way he milked me to my
second orgasm in short order.
When I returned the favor we were so utterly exhausted
and sucked dry that we both knew that we had found the
ultimate sex-act. The only thing left would be anal sex.
We really were scared of going so far that we would have
to admit being Gay and so anal sex became an unspoken
taboo. But taboo or not, we simply could not resist the
temptation not after sampling the other forbidden
pleasures. Despite the forbidden knowledge found in
Trent's parent's book, anal sex was a very advanced
position and the tightness of our anuses provided enough
of a barrier so that we were stopped at every attempt.
In hindsight, after a few months when we had started
working two then three fingers up each other's asses we
could have accommodated each other easily enough but by
then Trent and I had a new wrinkle in our sex-lives.
Girls!
*** END ***
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