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Young and First Sex

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Young and First Sex by AnonymousKent's Hill School in late October is can be a dreary place, especially when you're sixteen, and away from home for the first time. So many of the other residents at this "full-time" boarding school seemed just so hip and knowing how everything works, I didn't seem to have any clue as to how this all worked.The males at this coed school had names like "Chip" and "Todd", and were mostly from far away from this middle of Maine place, their family names read like a who is who of industry and business. It was my choice to be there, trying to escape from the mistakes of regional Maine High School, having made some bad choices about who my friends were and what we did nearing the summer of 1969. But, nevertheless, here I was. ...and drifting through each day.I had privately named most of the population as the beautiful people, they'd certainly have nothing to do with an aloof and outwardly confused soul such as myself. Reading the mandatory fare as J. D. Salinger and Faulkner revealed that the world seemed confused through the author's eyes, maybe I wasn't the only one all fucked up here.My roommate, Marshall, who had one of those who's who names, got along with me at the outset in terms of pretension of friendship. His agenda became more apparent as the weeks wore to months, and with purpose and culmination in his mind, brought me, as it seems to where I am today.It didn't take long for Marshall to start talking about, and slyly convincing me, how other roommates behavior was behind the doors after lights out. I, in my lack of knowledge and naive way, at first was not believing him, but after a while of his daily conversation of male togetherness behavior, started to listen to him.He had such a wide eyed and desirous look on his face when I'd be changing my clothes, naked in front of him, with no conception of him fixated on my balls and cock, hanging. I would look at him, naked, and just not feel the same about it. He finally told me one evening, after a shower I putting on night clothing in the room about what he thought about the size of my cock, and wished he could see it hard.I had been masturbating for some time previous to Kent's Hill , and knew full well about how to make my cock thick and stiff, so I just reached down to my crotch and ran the palm of my hand over the length of my cock, several times. it became just a little thicker, but sheer embarrassment on my part prevented any real hardening of it. Marshall's eyes did not leave my crotch, and I just turned and put on shorts for bed.After lights out, Marshall asked, "are you asleep?", I didn't answer at first...he asked again, I said "no". He told me he thought my cock was beautiful, and told me some stories about his roommate at some summer camp, when they would watch each other jerk off, and occasionally jerk each other off, and once when he sucked his roommates cock to ejaculation. I just listened. Nothing happened that night.The next couple of nights in the dorm had no conversations about sex, apparently he was waiting for me to make the next move, but Marshall couldn't wait. After lights out, he asked again, if I was asleep, to which I said "no", with no waiting this time. He asked me if we could jerk off together, to which I asked about how; how about just under the covers in our own beds. Marshall asked "what was the point to that?" Not being able to supply a snappy answer to him, he suggested that we sit on the edge of beds, and face each other, I agreed. The dimmish light from the street outside served only to illuminate him in shades of gray, and I; with back to the light, was shadow. He and I faced each other on the parallel singles bunks, he started right off rubbing his balls with one hand and gripping his swollen cock with the other. I watched, feeling my limp but swelling cock on it's own. He said, "what are you waiting for", so I took my left hand to my increasingly heavy cock, and held it in the familiar underhanded way, slowly, loosely massaging the length of it.His cock became hard as rock, very fast, I was listening to the sound of his hand dryly skimming himself, with his balls softly rapping the edge of his bed, in time to his jerking off of his cock. I just let myself go at this point, and get hard. My balls swelled up, got tight, and my cock got stiff and hot as I increased my speed of my hand along my length, starting to concentrate on the ridge of cockhead, feeling the heat and tingling burning in my balls.Suddenly, Marshall came, with two or three sharp bursts of sperm, which arched from the flared tip of his cock, to land on the floor with a final splat of thick liquid. I couldn't believe it, seeing another male shoot long jets of sperm to the air and arch back to the floor under it's own weight. He sighed, and fell back to his bed, with his legs open to me, his right hand wrapped round his balls, and cock twitching and a drool of sperm leaking from it. I stopped at that point, and just got into my bed.The next morning, feeling disgusted with myself, avoiding talking to Marshall, and felt used and shitty. By the next evening, I was little more mellow. After supper, we were doing our homework, Marshall was reading a trash pulp book with all kinds of fuck stories in it, I was just pretending to read French. He was obviously hard, and I was horny. I asked him, "So how's the book?", he just pointed at his hard cock in his pants. He asked me, "would I like to know?", I said, "yes". He came over to my desk, and asked me to stand up, which I did. He got on his knees, pulled down my zipper, and tugged my limp cock from my pants, and just put the whole limp cock in his mouth, all at once. It happened so fast, that I didn't have time to say no. His mouth was warm, no hot, and I got a complete swollen fat and hard cock in seconds. He started to just blow me for all I was worth, I pulled the rest of my pants down, watching his mouth swallow my long smooth hard cock to the hairline. The feeling was beyond describing then, I began to writhe and buck my hips into his mouth, then he stopped. I was standing there to him, with a red ended, wet shinning cock, my balls full of cum, the ridge of my cockhead flared, the hole on the end of my cock open and just pressing to squirt a long spurt of cum from it. His mouth was dripping saliva and my Coopers Gland's fluids, then he said, "your turn". I sat on my bed, he opened his pants, and I took his iron rod, hard, cock into my mouth. His cock was much more narrow than mine, and shorter, so it was easy to suck him all to his hair, and I held his balls in my hand, just loosely, holding them. I pulled my head off and on his meat, feeling how warm his cock was, and how salty his cock was. I did this for just a few minutes, feeling the swell and fall of his cock throbs, his barely six inch cock easily sliding in and out of my mouth, because of it's slender size, I could make a tight seal around it, somehow just knew to suck on it, and rub my tongue along his urethra vein under his meat.He told me that he was about to come, I pulled my head off, and he shot several, surprisingly thick shots of cum to my bed, the sound it made was like fingers drumming on the blankets. He produced a very large amount of sperm.I then started to jerk myself off in earnest, Marshall took over.He wrapped a hand around my fully erect, swollen red cock, and told me how odd it was to have his hand on a cock that was two inches longer than his, and he couldn't make his fingers meet his thumb because of the thickness of it. I told him to wrap two hands on it, which he did. I sat on the edge of my bed, he knelt in front of me, and started to go for the end. I was full of heat, blood, energy, tingling balls, and sperm.I started again to buck my ass, and picked myself of the bed edge, with his hands full of my cock, my mind about to melt, my balls seething with sperm, and one of his hands going up and down my cock, the other wrapping my swollen, flared, red cockhead, I pumped three or four short bursts of sperm out to the air, landing on his chest, his shoulders, his hair, and dripping to his crotch. The smell of sperm and sex was heavy in the air, it smelled like animals, I loved it.Many years later: It's still good to just jerk myself off, I do often. Marshall showed me something more. I have an appreciation for men, I love the way they're built, the curve of their ass, the shape of their back, the strength of the potential of their sex, desiring to have ownership of their cock and lust in my possession. Years of marriage and sex with women has never diminished this. So be it.

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