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My First Sexual Experience
Tom (address defunct)

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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 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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