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        Well, everybody, I guess it's only fair that I go first. This little

affair went on for quite awhile, so it may take several installations...

        I've always been a horny little bastard.  I remember my first love

like it was yesterday, but it was more like 7000 yesterdays...

        Growing up in New Orleans, my best friend from my very first

recollection was Tony.  He was a skinny little kid with blond hair, but he

grew up into quite a handsome young man.  We lived a block away from the

Mississippi River, and after school everyday, we would rush off "behind the

levee" to cavort and play in the mighty, muddy, 'Ol Man River.  Usually, as

soon as we got to our favorite spot, with a nice long clay slide into the

river and a large sandy mud flat, our bikes would be forgotten along with our

clothes. (we couldn't get them too muddy, else our folks would know where

we'd

been, and playing in the often dangerous river was forbidden.) Since both of

our parents worked, we had several hours of time to kill.

        But that is another story, and not why I am here.

        Tony was 3 years older than I was, and usually at his suggestion, we

would take turns rubbing the other down with the thick, rich Mississippi mud,

until we were covered from the chin down.  The first time I rubbed mud into

Tony's crotch and he got an erection, I thought he was beautiful.  Soon we

would both be running around with our little-boy erections, not sure what to

do with them, but loving the feeling.  I'm sure we would have been quite a

sight to a bystander, but we never saw anyone there.

        Sometimes, on bad weather days, Tony would come over to my house, and

we would spend the afternoon wrestling around in my bedroom.  We would start

with all of our clothes on, but soon this or that would become too

restrictive, and would come off.  We almost always ended up naked in a very

short time.

        There was nothing overtly sexual about this playing.  It was taboo to

even mention our cocks, much less use them for anything but pissing. 

Nevertheless, I can hardly ever remember Tony without a hard-on, or me

either.

        The summer before Tony started Junior High, my parents decided that

I

was getting too boistrous to be left at home by myself all summer, and they

sent me to a summer camp at Tulane University.  It was there that I got my

first taste of the "grown-up world", and something else besides...

        One of the activities that I was signed up for that summer was piano

instruction.  They were private lessons, 45 min. apiece. My teacher was an

old

man (by my standards then) and quite a bit the lecher.  After about five

regular lessons, he started putting his hand on my thigh, and rubbing ever

closer to my crotch when I got a passage correct. Soon he was rubbing my

crotch.  I really didn't

think much of it, except that he was distracting me from my playing.

But he obviously had another type of playing in mind.  He unzipped me and

started playing with my dick, which was already hard from all the rubbing. He

asked me if I liked that, and I told him that "yeah, it's Okay." He told me

to

continue playing the piano, and as I did, he continued to play the

organ...(UGH! That was bad, I know! hehe...)  

        All of a sudden, I got this really wierd feeling, kind of like I

really had to piss.  I told my instructor that I had to go to the bathroom,

NOW!  So much for my first orgasm...

        That was close to the end of the summer, and I talked my parents into

letting me drop the piano lessons. I never saw the man who stole my cherry

again...







        During this time, Tony and I hadn't had much time to be together.  He

was after all going to be in the "big kid's" school in the fall, and wasn't

very interested in us "little kids".  But one night shortly before school

started, we decided that it would be fun to go camping one more time.  It was

my idea; I had something I wanted to show him!

        Little did I know, Tony had lost his cherry that summer too, to a

girl

named Mary Ann, who lived down the street.  Late the night of our campout, as

we got ready for bed, I got up the nerve and told

Tony what I wanted to do.  I remember sitting in our sweltering little pup

tent in our underwear.  I reached over and started rubbing,

As I did, he took his own off too, and our now young man's dicks stood out

proudly.

        For an awkward moment, nobody moved. Then Tony moved over and sat

next

to me, thigh to thigh.  He reached over and started stroking my cock, and I

did the same for him.  It felt wonderful! Both his hand stroking my dick, and

his beautiful hard cock throbbing in my hand.  I knew then that I wanted to

suck him.

        The night went on and on while we shared ourselves.  I was in love

with this guy, hook line and sinker.  I still remember thinking that he was

perfect in every way.  Until, however, hee told me about Mary Ann.  When he

told me that he had put that delicious cock of his in her pussy, I didn't

know

whether to laugh or cry.  I was still very niave, and the idea somehow seemed

hilarious to me, so the laughter won out.  I think Tony's feelings were a

little bit hurt by my laughter, but soon we were both howling like wolf cubs

at the moon. I will never forget that night.

        Soon school started back up, but for the first time, Tony and I were

at different schools, with different hours. Occasionally we would still get

together for our little afternoon orgies, but eventually, even they died off.

        The following Easter, I remember there was a big celebration in our

neighborhood.  Tony was there with whom I supposed was his new 

girlfriend. We each had our own little cliques, and didn't even talk

to one another until late in the day when chance happened to put us together

at the buffet.  Tony nodded in my direction nonchalantly. I said "Hi,"

equally

cooly. Tony put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and pulled her to him.

She was really cute, with short brown hair, and the deepest blue eyes I've

ever seen. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

        "You still playing with yourself?" Tony stabbed.  I was

flabergasted! Tony's girlfriend poked him in the ribs, but he just laughed.

        I'm not usually the one with the swift comeback, the quick parry and

ripost that slices your opponent to shreds.  Maybe it was because it was

exactly what I was thinking that I replied, "Not as much as you used to..."

        Tony's girlfriend burst into laughter, and Tony looked like he wanted

to kill me, so I ran.  I really ran, farther than I needed to.  I didn't want

to get away from Tony, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die!  How could he

have been so vicious? It was bad enough that the guy I onve thought I loved

had ignored me.  For him to 

humiliate me in front of his friends was more than I could stand.





        After Tony made it brutally clear that he no longer had any feelings

for me, I stayed in my hideaway until well after dark. I cried my eyes dry,

partly from anger, but mostly from a sense of loss. Finally, I made up my

mind, "If that's the way he wants to be, FUCK HIM!"

        Suddenly, I heard someone coming through the thicket towards my

hideout.  No one would come here by accident, and nobody else knew about my

secret place; except Tony...  There was noplace for me to go, so I tried to

sit still and "think small."

        The rustling sounds approached the base of the tree that my (our)

hideout was in, and stopped. For a moment there was no sound except the

buzzing of mosquitoes and cicadas. Then softly, almost as

to not disturb the night silence, a voice - a FEMALE voice - called up, "Ric,

are you up there?"

        I didn't know what to do.  I leaned quietly over the edge of the

treehouse.  Tony's girlfriend was standing there, looking up at me with those

hypnotic eyes. "Where is He?" I asked hoarsly.

        She nodded up the trail in the direction she had come from. "Up there

a little ways. When you didn't come back, we got worried about you.  HE got

worrried about you. So we came looking.  He thought we might find you here." 

Her voice was soft as dew on the

morning, as soothing as a restless stream.

        "Go away! I don't need you, and I don't need HIM!" I lied. 

        She moved a little closer.  "He's sorry about what he did back there.



He wanted to make sure you were okay."

        I didn't want to believe her. I wasn't ready to take apart the steel

shell I had just built around my heart.  I felt a spark of hope beginning to

grow, but I refused to let it take hold. I knew, however, that I wouldn't

take

much convincing before I was a goner.

"Why didn't he come down here himself?" I asked halfheartedly.

        "He figured you'd just run away again.  So he asked me to try to talk

to you.  He told me about you two.  Why don't you come down and we can talk?"

        "He told you everything?" I was incredulous.  For Tony to tell his

girlfriend about us meant that he DID still care.

        She smiled a kind of shy smile.  "Enough.  I know what you guys mean

to each other."

        Then I heard more rustlings through the weeds, and Tony emerged into

the semi-clear area under the giant oak tree.

        "Ric, I'm sorry," he called out.  He was as gorgeous as ever, his

blond hair messed up from walking in the dense woods, but he looked just as

I

remembered him from those times long ago as kids.  My heart melted, and I

knew

then that I had no choice but to forgive him.  But I was still madder than

Hell.  I dropped from the treehouse, and in an instant, I was in his face. 

"You son-of-a-bitch!  How could you do that? I'd like to just... just..."

Just what I wasn't sure.  I wanted to give him a bear hug and wrestle him to

the ground and teach him a lesson, but he was now half a head taller than I

was, and I'd lost the weight advantage I used to have over my skinny friend. 

So I kicked him in the shin. While he was hobbling around on one leg, cursing

his head off, his girlfriend burst out laughing.  It was contaigous, and

before long both of us were laughing ah Tony's shenannigans.  Egged on by us,

he carried on a lot longer than necessary (I was wearing tennis shoes, after

all) and finally, his rantings exhausted, he fell to the ground next to us

and

joined the laughter.  As we lay there, catching our breath, Tony said, "You

pipsqueak! You never did fight

fair!  I ought to beat the tar out of you..."

        "You owe me an apology, and I consider that, it.  Don't start

something you can't finish," I replied with bravado.



        We sat around talking for quite awhile, the three of us. Tony's

girlfriend, who's name I found out to be Becky, told me how Tony had been

upset all evening, and had finally told her why. Becky had guessed that we

were more than friends by the way Tony had been so concerned.  By using some

gentle prodding and leading questions, she finally got Tony to tell her about

us.

        The topic of conversation then turned to sex.  Becky didn't think

that

there was anything wrong with Tony and I having been lovers.  In fact, she

said that it kind of turned her on.  "Anyway, I think you're both sweet..."

shee said, and turned to give Tony a long lingering kiss.  I tried to become

invisible, and in fact, was just about to get up and leave, when they broke

for air.  Becky turned to me, but she didn't say a word.  She looked at me

with those eyes, and I saw her look down at my crotch, then back up to stare

directly in my eyes.  I knew I was blushing, but I was thinking more of the

bulge that was growing in my pants.  Becky leaned over and gave me the same

attention that she had just finished giving Tony. In a moment, I felt a hand

in my crotch, rubbing my now totally stiff dick.  I felt her rubbing my back,

my chest, my hair... Then I noticed that there were too many hands for them

all to belong to Becky.  I broke off the kiss, and saw Tony leaning over to

caress both of us.  Nobody said anything.  Becky smiled at me, and when I

smiled back, it was her hand rubing my crotch.  She gave me a squeeze that

could only mean one thing...

        By now, Tony had unbuttoned Becky's blouse, and was playing with her

firm tits.  He reached down to unbutton her pants, and as he did so, Becky

unsnapped the button on my pants. She reached into my underwear and pulled

out

my cock.  Tony slipped Becky's pants down a little ways, then started

fingering her pussy.  

        Becky gave me one more short kiss, and then dived down to suck on my

cock. She circled her tongue around the head of it a few times, and then in

one gulp it was all the way in her mouth.  She sucked on it once or twice,

and

then took it all the way into her throat and kept it there. Her hands were

cupping my balls, playing with them.  When I opened my eyes, I saw Tony

working on her pussy

with one hand and stroking his own big dick with the other.  He was watching

Becky suck my cock with a hungry look in his eyes.  That was all it took for

me, and with a moan I came.  Becky started

moving her mouth again, fast, sucking up all of my cum. She didn't spill a

drop.  She started to moan too, and that drove me crazy!  It was all I could

do to keep my spasms from jerking my dick out of her mouth.

        It may have taken me a few minutes for me to catch my breath,

but I never did lose my erection.  Becky gave me another deep kiss,

and wispered in my ear, "Tony may be sorry, but I'm not.  That was fun!" Then

she turned to Tony and grabbed his dick.  "You know, I've thought it would be

fun to do both of you at once."

        Tony looked at me, and then glanced up at our treehouse. Becky and I

both followed his gaze, and I said "Uh-huh!" We all tuckeds back into that

and

climbed up into the place where Tony and I had had many wonderful sexual

encounters.  I knew that this night would be one I'd never forget.

        We spent the next few hours exploring the wonders of our bodies. 

Tony

fucked Becky, then I fucked her while she gave Tony a blow-job.  Then I

sucked

Tony's cock while he ate Becky's sweet pussy.  I don't know how many times I

got off that night.  It was like one long, continuous orgasm.

        We three continued to meet occasionally for the next year or so until

I moved, but that is another story. I will never forget Sweet

Becky, my gorgeous hunk Tony, and the night I lost my last cherry!

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