We didn't have orgasms or ejaculate in the situations I described. By that time I had discovered orgasms, but I didn't equate them with the sex play with my buddies. I guess part of it was that I wasn't hard when I had the orgasms, but with my buds the sex play always gave us boners. I wrote a story that I posted on ST a few years ago about how my buddy Joe (the same Joe from the tent story above) who tried to teach me how to jack off. I finally put together the feeling I got from grinding my dick into my hands on the bathroom floor with the feeling I got from stroking and I put the two things together.mash2014 wrote: ↑Sun Aug 11, 2024 12:02 am
I love the details you put into your narration. I'm so turned on. I'm with the family next to me so I can't even touch myself.
When I was maybe in 4th grade I had the hots for a kid in my classroom. He was kind of cute. I dreamed that we would touch each other just the way you’ve described. Thing was I didn’t know much about sex. I know I wanted to touch his penis and o wanted him to touch mine. Up until then I had not ever had an orgasm or ejaculate. I think it was the cuteness in him.
If you have more stories, please share them. They are so well described that I feel I am there with you and the boys. But now, I have orgasms.
When I was just shy of 15 my family moved to the new town. I knew that the dad of the family across the street was a friend of my dad’s. I had remembered him at the old town before he and his family had moved to the new town. What I didn’t realize was that my dad’s friend’s wife was my friend David’s older sister. When I spent the night at David’s farm, I never met any of his older sisters since they were already out of the house and on their own by then.
So it was a surprise when David showed up at my front door one day that first summer in the new town. He had come to spend a few days at his sister’s place so he could visit me. We had been friends up until my family moved away, but we hadn’t been sexual since the days of our sleepovers.
Our house was in a newer part of town, and we were on the edge of town. David and I walked through the neighborhood, catching up and just doing what teenage boys do. We were on a road that was just farmland, so there wasn’t anyone around. We both had to pee, so we whipped out our dicks and pissed. I mentioned something to David about finally having hair—as I didn’t have any when we had played—and that it had been embarrassing to be the last boy in our class to get pubic hair. He looked at my dick and said that I had caught up, which made me feel good. He told me that he had been the first to get hair when we were in sixth grade and that he was embarrassed to the only boy with hair, so he trimmed it. That explained why he had such big fleshy balls when we played, but I was surprised that he had been embarrassed to start developing ahead of the rest of the boys in our class. I would have thought that was great—or at least much better than being the last boy, but then I realized that none of us wants to be different and that being the first made him stand out just as much as it did for me to be the last.
One of the nights he was there, his sister and her husband went out to dinner and left David to babysit their kids. He invited me over. The kids were in bed by the time I got there, so he and I hung out in their basement which had a full bar. We mixed drinks and proceeded to get hammered.
Once we were feeling no pain, David pulled out a paper bag with a magazine in it. He pulled out the magazine and it was a hardcore porn mag. It was straight porn pictorials of 3 different couples having sex. I had seen Playboys before, but this showed close-ups of the women’s pussies and the men with full erections and showing full penetration.
David said he had found the magazine in his brother-in-law’s dresser. We sat next to each other in two side-by-side recliners. He let me look at the magazine. I was most interested in the men’s bodies. I looked through the book and told David which guy’s dick looked the most like mine. He took the book and showed me the guy whose dick he thought looked the most like his. Then, David pulled his shorts down to show me. When his shorts came down, his already hard dick popped out and stood straight up. I followed his lead and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts too.
We sat there looking at each other’s dicks. Then he asked me if I wanted him to give me a blowjob. I wanted that something awful, but I didn’t want to look too eager, so I said, “I don’t care. If you want to, I guess.” He said he would if I wanted him to. I said okay. He got up from his chair and kneeled on the floor in front of my chair and he grabbed my dick and stroked it a couple of times and then leaned forward and took it into his mouth and started to suck.
I sat there enjoying how great it felt, but then I started to worry that I had jacked off earlier that day, so I feared my load would be really small and then David would think I didn’t shoot very big loads. I kept sitting there and could feel myself getting close. I didn’t say anything and then I shot into his mouth. He kept sucking but the head of my dick got super sensitive immediately. David stopped sucking and asked if I had come. He milked my dick a little, looking for cum. I was embarrassed that I hadn’t shot very much but I figured he must have tasted it at least a little if he knew to stop and ask.
As soon as I came, I became self-conscious and a little freaked out. I jumped up to go to the bathroom to get toilet paper to wipe my dick off. I hobbled to the bathroom with my shorts around my ankles. I said to David, “That never would have happened if I wasn’t drunk.”
David was more highly evolved than I, and he said, “I still would have done it even if I was sober.”
I wiped up, pulled up my shorts and said I had to go home. I got home and was totally freaked out about what had happened. I’m not sure why I was so freaked other than the sex games I had played with buddies up to that point all seemed like “kid stuff,” but when David sucked me until I ejaculated a real load in his mouth, it felt more adult or something and somehow that made me gay or something.
The next day David came over and I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. He acted like nothing unusual had happened, but he realized I was freaked, so he left and went back to his sister’s place and we didn’t hang out again for the rest of his visit.
The next time he visited, we didn’t play, but everything was fine and nothing was awkward between us.