My 1st time

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My 1st timeAs a lad I used to hang out with Ted, another neighborhood lad my age, whohad an above-ground 6 foot swimming pool. Ted was a bit wacky, butunlike his older brothers, he wasn’t one of the neighborhood toughguys. We got along swell. We were doing the usual stuff k**s do in a pool;whirlpools, cannonball competition, wacky dives off the garageroof.During one of my attempts at a somersault dive, the trunks I hadborrowed from the huskier Ted slipped right down my legs, leaving mebare-assed. Ted immediately thought it was funny to grab thewayward trunks and play keep away. I told him “Hey, what if yourmom comes home…give `em back”. He said he didn’t care, doffed hisown trunks, and dared me to dive naked. He used to dare me all thetime, and would usually do the dare himself first, knowing mypubescent pride would force me to follow suit. Pretty soon we wereboth doing a naked dive competition and generally acting goofy.I recall it was the first time I swam nude, and it felt so good tobe free of that little piece of cloth. The water flowing unhinderedbetween my legs was exciting (not to mention the thrill of doingsomething naughty and of being caught). We frolicked innocently forabout ten or so minutes before I noticed Ted’s older brother, Tom,watching from the 2nd floor bedroom window.Tom was older; a big meany and a tough guy/sports jock who oftengot his ass kicked by the oldest, even tougher/meaner brother, thenpromptly took it out on Ted. Sometimes he condescended to be niceto us, or include us in a local baseball or red rover game if helacked guys his own age. Mostly he ignored us and, to my good luck,he never fucked with me much.Once Tom saw I spotted him, he disappeared and I told Ted we mightbe in for it. We hurriedly put our swim trunks back on. Tom cameoutside, a stern look on his face, and asked what we weredoing. “Nuthin’..” we said. “Come on, let’s go to the forest” saidTom, as he picked his bicycle up. I guess we were so shocked hewasn’t pissed that we followed suit without a word. In fact, wedidn’t speak at all as we rode the few blocks to the footpaths ofthe wooded area we called `The Forest”. We stopped in a familiarclearing, off the main trail. It was there Tom stated hisintentions.Tom said “I saw what you two were doing in the pool…have you everdone a train?” He looked at me as he said this, and it seemed to meTed was somehow familiar with the concept. I shrugged my shouldersand tried to be cool as my mind raced, not understanding what Tommeant. “You k**s don’t know shit”, Tom said as he pulled off hisshorts…”this is something men do”. Ted had taken his trunks offagain, as if on cue, and they both looked at me, making me feelquite self-conscious. I skinned my own trunks off and as I did, Inoticed something I had previously never canlı bahis seen on another guy; Tom’spenis standing straight up, bright red and fully erect. He probablyrode the whole way with his hardon.When Ted & I were swimming nude, neither one of us had any sexualthoughts, or at least they didn’t manifest themselves into anerection. I had certainly experienced enough of my own bonersduring my youth to know what was up. Tom’s hardon was the first I’dever seen besides my own, and his post-adolescent penis, sproutingfrom a thick patch of pubic hair, made my own hairless pecker andtesticles look tiny. Even Ted had a healthy sprouting of hair onhis crotch, and for the first time I noticed his dick was also muchbigger than mine. Tom made a comment about my hairless state, andnoted my limp little peanut stating “if you can’t make it hard, youcan’t play with the big boys”. Ted was tugging and rubbing hispenis, and helpfully advised me to “go like this”.Now it’s not like I never tried to masturbate before then, but mybudding sexual organs just weren’t ready to produceseminal fluids. I heard other k**s talk and theorize about jackingoff, and once even tried to make myself orgasm by holding myvibrating fishtank air pump against my erect dick. It seemed that Icould get close to the unknown but fabled “cumshot”, but when myknees got weak and my cock started to spasm (in what I later learnedwas a “dry” orgasm) I got scared and quit.Tom was holding his stiff penis at the base and proudly displayingit. It seemed too big for his body (which was muscular and big forhis age), but in retrospect, I’d say he had about seven to eightcircumcised inches, with big balls hanging down longer than normal.Ted had gotten himself hard by then, and he was just slightlysmaller than his sibling. Ted was so relaxed about the whole thing;I guess growing up with older, outspoken and horny brothers loweredhis inhibitions. I, on the other hand, was as nervous as a cat.All my novice attempts at making my dick erect were failing as Istole glances at the two brothers’ proud erections. “I’ll be readyin a minute” I boldly lied.”You get to be the engine then” Tom impatiently informed me. Tedhad already lined up behind his brother. “What do I do?” Iinquired. “Just turn around and spread your butt cheeks” saidTom. “Huh?” I stammered nervously. He informed me “Don’t worry,I’m not gonna put my dick in your butt…only homos do that”. Iturned around stiffly, cupped my skinny pale buttocks in each hand,and prepared for the worst. I felt all at once the heat from Tom’sbody, the smoothness of his cock pressed along the crack of my ass,and the tickly feel of his pubic hair against me. I felt his breathon my neck and his hands gripped firm my narrow hips. He beganpushing himself against me, as I suspected bahis siteleri Ted was doing asthe “caboose”. Since he outweighed me by a few dozen pounds, I wasbeing propelled forward. Tom instructed me to put my hands againstthe trunk of a close by tree.Once I braced myself, Tom’s rubbings began to feel more likethrusts. He stopped pressing against me for a second and I heardthe unmistakable sound of his pursed lips squirting out spittle. Ifelt disgusted, but remained mute as his hot saliva splattered atthe top of my ass cleft. He spat again, this time drooling itdirectly onto his penis. I couldn’t imagine why he did this untilTom’s renewed thrusts made me understand. The spit lubricated Tom’sgrindings and his cock began to work against the crack of my asslike a fleshy piston. I felt his hands work my ass cheeks apart sohe could push the length of his long dick in the channel between mycheeks. His long-hanging testicles were slapping me rhythmically,hitting against my own tight nutsac. The whole episode wasbeginning to seem strangely exciting to me, and at the same timewrong and secret and shameful.I could feel the swollen bulb of Tom’s cockhead slipping rapidly upand down my rear-end. It made a squishy/juicy sound as he squeezedmy asscheeks around his dick, like a hotdog in a bun. It even hurtme a little, but the regular beat of his hips against mine weremaking my floppy little pecker swell up. It felt good…even as Ifelt used and powerless. Tom’s breathing was becoming as frenziedas his thrusting. Everything was increasing at once, and I becamemore afraid not knowing where this building pressure would end. Iwanted to run, but also wanted to know.Tom began to swear. At first low, then building, but in athreatening tone. “You fucker…Oh you little fucker…Ungh…youfuck”. He cursed me even as he dug his fingers in, big handspainfully pulling my hips to his groin. “UHH…fuck..unngh…youfuckerrrrr” he growled. At the same time, I felt his cock throbbingbetween my buttcheeks. He pressed hard and held tight against me,panting, his tense body shuddering. I felt something hot, evenhotter than Tom’s spit, spattering the small of my back and stickingthere. Four or five times, these hot blasts squirted between my asscheeks. I thought he was somehow pissing on me in spurts. Eachtime, Tom moaned as if in apology…”Aw..aww..awww” and then afinal “Ahhhhhh”. I didn’t know what to think. My head was spinningwith all of this and I felt faint. I could smell a bleachy-sweetscent in the air. I was vaguely aware of Ted’s voice, far away andlow in a way I’d never heard. I held on to the tree to keep fromfalling on weak knees.Tom had ejaculated a huge load of sperm onto the small of my backand between the small globes of my ass. Even though I never saw it,I have bahis şirketleri imagined it, based on what I felt that day, over and again amillion times. He released one side of my hip and I could feel hisfingers fumbling behind me. His other hand roughly spread my buttcheek, and he began rubbing his diminishing erection up and down thethick warm mess he made on me. He must have been milking out thelast of his cum, as I felt him paint my buttocks with even more ofhis slippery hot jism.As Tom rubbed the head of his cock along my crack, I shivered at thesensation of his firm flesh sliding back and forth across my tightwet asshole. He did this for a deliciously long time, and I thinkit was to give his brother, who was obviously still humping away atTom’s own ass, time to shoot his wad. Tom’s penis had softened towhat felt like half-hard, and he kept flicking the tip up and down,teasing my puckered asshole and spreading his semen in my crotch.Tom’s cum, which seemed to stick to my skin like warm taffy, was nowmelting. I could feel his seed sliding down my back and butt,running down the back of my thighs. Ted must have finished, becauseTom stepped back from me and said laughingly, for his brother’sbenefit, “man I shot a BIG wad on Johnny”.It was obviously clean-up time, and Tom shocked me by putting hiscupped fingers between his legs and scooping up what looked like alarge phlegmy hawker. I don’t know if it was his brother’s semen orjust overspill drippings from the load Tom blasted onto my ass (Inever questioned Ted about anything that happened on that day). Tomflung the glob of cum into the air, trying to hit Ted with it. Iwas still in awe of the whole experience, as Tom began to chase Ted,shouting “sniff my hand…here, eat this sperm”. That was Tom thebully I knew so well and I reached for my trunks, in case I neededto make a fast getaway. Things calmed down, and with Ted’spermission, I ripped the inside pocket lining from the borrowedtrunks and used it to wipe Tom’s cooling ejaculate from my ass. Iagain smelled that bleachy-sweet odor and was at once repulsed andfascinated as I threw the cum-stained cloth into the weeds. Thelast thing Tom said to me about the whole affair was “You’re afucking mess”, admiring his handiwork while I cleaned myself off.We rode back home in silence and never mentioned what happened thatday. I often feared Tom would tell his friends about me and my namewould be mud around town. The only veiled reference he made was tocall me “homo” and “faggot” a couple times; something he said aboutmost everyone at one time or another. I always kinda hoped Tomwould repeat the performance with me, but he mainly ignored me. Tedand I drifted apart as friends after that summer, for no real reasonI could think of. By the time I got older,I was masturbating regularly and usually my fantasy involved somevariation of Tom’s big dick cumming all over my ass. To this day, Irecall the sexual event vividly, and from the first word in thisstory, I’ve had a raging hardon in remembering it.

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