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First Time Shooter

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Jan 2001 2 comments
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(part fiction) I'm not 37, married and an avid reader of Club Stroke. I remember like it was yesterday the first time I shot a load, and I wanted to tell about it. I still get a hardon thinking about it. I was 13 years old, living outside of Dallas, Texas in a small town, and my 15 year old cousin Tony came to visit for a couple of weeks that summer. I was an only child, and both of my parents were out of the house during most of the day that summer. So Tony and I had a lot of time alone. Tony was from Los Angeles, was about 5'10", about 160 lbs, dark hair, devil-blue eyes, and was in great shape for a guy his age. He had those kind of "boy muscles" and a street-smart city attitude that I thought was really cool. The second day we were alone, he started talking about dicks and chicks. He was constantly grabbing his dick through his swimsuit (we had a pool and went swimming every day), and talking about how big his bone got. I was way out of my league. No one ever talked about sex at all and, to say the least, I looked up to him like he had all the secrets there were about sex. But the coolest thing about him by far (and he loved pointing this out), was that he already had dick hair. None of the guys in my gym class had anything but little blond hairs around their dicks, just like me. When Tony and I changed into our swimsuits every day, he always took off his regular clothes and took his sweet time putting on his suit. He would take his dick in his hand, and pump it a few times pointing it right at me, until it got rock hard. His dick was about 7 inches even at that young age, and was incredibly thick. And then he'd look over at me, and point out he already had dickhair, and that one day, I'd have some too. Without even touching my cock, it would shoot straight up in air, pointing straight north, and I couldn't figure out why I couldn't control it. Every time it popped up like that, I would turn really red, and Tony would laugh his ass off. He had me, and he knew it. The fourth day he was there, while we changed our suits and were butt naked, he started stroking his cock again until it was hard, and then started talking about my dick (which immediately sprang up to its full 5 hard skinny inches). And then he did something I couldn't believe: he was stepped over to me, and tickled my nuts really lightly, and just kept tickling them, talking about the peach fuzz on my balls, telling me that someday it would turn dark like his. I thought I was going to die, and didn't know what to do about it. My dick just kept getting harder and harder during those twenty seconds, and it felt like heaven. I didn't stop him; I just stood there and froze, not moving. He looked at my face turning red while he lightly ran his fingers over my nuts, and then just laughed again. Then he turned around, put on his suit, went out to the pool and dove in. He knew I'd follow. We splashed around for a while that day in the pool, and then started this dunking game in the deep end. He was about 20 pounds and 3 inches bigger than me, and he knew he could win at this game too. I didn't care; I just wanted to be around him: he was totally awesome in my eyes, and I'm embarrassed to say, he controlled me in any darn way he wanted to. Eventually we started grabbing each other, and while we were deep under water, Tony grabbed my suit and yanked it right down to my ankles. When I came up sputtering for air, he slipped his foot between my legs, and pushed my suit completely off me. I was totally naked, and it took my dick about 7 seconds to spring to life. We stayed there, treading water for a few minutes staring at each other in silence (I was wondering what was coming next), when all of a sudden, Tony's hands went under the water, and came up with his swim suit in his left hand. He then reached under the water, grabbed hold of my dick and said, "You like this, don't you, little dude?" and laughed again. It was by far the most incredible feeling I had ever had. No one except me had ever touched my dick before and I never dreamed anyone would touch it when it was hard. (Ok, I was kind of an idiot, but it's the truth; that's what I thought back then.) Then he slowly, and without letting go of my dick, started floating a little on his back and pushing with his legs and one free arm towards the shallow end, never letting go of my dick. I don't really remember if I was just being yanked by my cock at the time (it was like a rock then), or if I helped swim that way too, but we both ended up standing in the deep end, just looking at each other. The water came up to about 3 inches below my nipples, but our cocks were still under the water. Finally Tony grabbed my right hand and wrapped it around his hard dick under the water and told me to stroke it. I told him I didn't know what I was supposed to do (while I was going wild feeling the first dick I had ever felt besides my own, and trying to control my excitement), and he said, "Just do to mine what I'm doing to yours." Then he began slowly running his fist up and down my dick under the water. I literally saw sparks when his palm hit the head of my dick, and he just stood there and grinned. He asked me if I wanted to cum. I thought he meant come somewhere with him, and I asked "where are you going?" He rolled his eyes, and "Jesus, yer an idiot! Then he told me (and I had never heard this before), that if he kept stroking my dick I'd shoot sperm out of the end of it, and it would feel great. I hardly believed him, but I sure as heck didn't want to stop this incredible feeling that he was sending through me by playing with my dick. I told him I'd never done it before and I think I felt his dick jump in my hand when he heard me say that. He just got this kind of evil, hot look in his eyes, and just said, "Hold on little boy, yer about to get the best feeling you EVER had," and he picked up the stroking pace on my dick. I don't know how to describe what I was feeling. It was so incredibly good, just plain out of this world. He kept up the pumping. My hips started bucking uncontrollably, not trying to fuck his fist (I didn't know how to fuck), but really just completely out of control. I thought Tony was controlling me totally at that point. Then my heart started pounding and I started taking these short, almost gasping breaths. And the grin on his face got wider, as he looked into my eyes, and pumped even faster. All of a sudden, the feeling intensified and I didn't know what to do. Tony kept pumping and I told him to stop, because I thought I was dying or something. The feeling was so good and so bad at the same time. I tried to back up but he just reached down with his other hand, grabbed my butt and held me in place, laughing his wild-boy laugh while he kept jacking my dick, looking into my eyes for that sign, that moment when I was going to blow. It was infuckingcredible. And then it happened. My eyes must have been big as saucers as I looked up into Tony's face. My legs went weak, my knees buckled, my back arched, and Tony clamped one hand on my right butt cheek and pumped my dick like a jackhammer with the other, and I just moaned "Oh, oh, oh, oh....." and I blew my load. My eyes rolled back in my head, I thought I was going to black out, and my hips bucked with every shot. And he just wouldn't let go and he wouldn't stop. He had me, and he clearly loved having me bucking just the way he wanted. I think I squirted about six or seven times before he finally stopped jacking it. I eventually just sank into the water, and tried to recover, trying to figure out what just happened. He laid back in the water and just said, "Cool huh?" One thing was for sure, Tony was absolutely right again: it was the best feeling I had ever had.