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FIRST TIME WITH JOHNNY

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When I was in my early teen years I played almost exclusively with a kid down the street named Johnny. He was a year younger than me but was two years behind me in school. I remember my mother saying he was hyperactive. He went to a special school for slower kids. He didn�t seem dumb but I knew he didn�t read very well. He loved motorcycles and mechanical things. He moved into my neighborhood when I was about ten. I don�t remember how we met. I think my mother met his mother and they decided we should be friends. We both liked playing in the woods near our house. He was a real cute kid. He had a taut muscular body even at 9. I remember him actually having pretty large pectoral muscles. He had brown hair and eyes and cute mole near his mouth. I liked him the minute we met. About a year later I entered puberty. I have red hair and started sprouting orange pubic hair. I showed it to him and he laughed. He was no where near puberty. I had always masturbated and I started to realize that I like looking at boys. Johnny and I would play this wrestling game where we would grab at each other�s nuts. Go figure 11 year olds. I always made a point of really getting a good feel. Because I was older, I was taller and always won. It always ended with me sitting on top of him with the crotch of his pants, and all his parts, in my hand. He would have to say �mercy� if he wanted me to let go. Naturally we had a lot of sleepovers. I tried numerous times to get him into some sort of sex play, but he was never interested. One time I talked him into playing �show me yours/show you mine.� I of course had a big erection, 5 � inches. (Of course I measured it.) And a big bush of orange pubic hair. I also had armpit hair and leg hair. My leg hair wasn�t orange, it was almost translucent but there seemed to be a lot of it. He of course had a tiny little weenie and no pubic hair. I tried to touch him but he buttoned up. I gave up trying to fool around with him. We were still friends and over the next year or two we played in the woods and rode minibikes. I was now about 14 and he was probably 13 when we finally ended up fooling around. He got much taller, but kept his lean, taut build. My parents had a camper they kept in the driveway. We loved sleeping out there. We would eat pizza and drink pop and play Clue or Risk. At around 11pm my mom came out and told us to come in and change for bed because they were going to bed and didn�t want to be disturbed. It was summer and I changed into shortie pajamas, short sleeve, and short pants. Johnny came out in this long sleeved flannel thing. I said, �Man are you going to be hot.� And he said, �It�s the only pajamas I have.� �What do you sleep in?� �My underwear.� My parents were real nerdy and they always made me wear these Ozzie & Harriet pajamas, robes and slippers. While we were changing my mom had gone into the trailer and opened up the couch into a double bed and put sheets and blankets on it. Johnny and I said goodnight and went into the trailer. This is when it got really fun. We would make each other laugh and make farting noises. Johnny them took his flannel top off saying it was too hot. He had a great body. Nicely cut pecs, two tiny nipples and a clearly visible six-pack. He was only 13 but what a great body. And it all came naturally, he didn�t work-out or anything. He also had armpit hair, so he had finally pubed. Of course we started talking about sex and pieced together what little information we had into what sex might be really like. Johnny was going into detail about what it was like when a girl gave you a blowjob. I said, �Shut up about it or you�ll give me a hard on.� �I bet you have one right now.� �What do you care.� �You do have a hard on. Charlie has a hard-on. Charlie has a hard on.� He teased I realized I had an opportunity to maybe see what had grown in his pants over the last two years. �Why, do you have a hard on too?� I asked. �What do you care?� Was his witty response. �You have one too.� I accused. �Ah ha, you do have a hard on.� He had discovered my little secret. I�d had an erection underneath the sheet on the bed ever since he took his shirt off. �Let see it.� He said. This floored me. I couldn�t believe Johnny was asking to see it. Bingo. We have liftoff. I was going to get to see his dick. �You show me yours.� Was my response. �OK.� He stood up from the little table where he had been sitting and came over to me unsnapping his flannel pajama bottoms. Oh, yeah, he was into it. Out popped this super hard, fat dick. It was a little smaller than mine, much darker and with a smaller head but wider at the base. He had big veins all over it and two tiny nuts pulled up tight. �All right lets see yours.� He said. I pulled back the covers and pulled down my shorts. I have a nice text book penis. It looks exactly like all the penises you see in medical books. Nicely curved shaft and large head. Since I�m a redhead, my penis is white and the veins show very distinctly. I also have two huge balls hanging below. Even then my nuts were big. �Look at your big weenie.� Johnny says, all hyper. �Bet mine�s harder than yours.� I said, trying to up the ante. �No way.� �Yeah way.� �Mines super hard.� �Where?� I ask. �All over, but real hard right here.� And he taps at the base of his dick. I decide to go for it. I reach out and squeeze the base of this cock. Yep. He�s super hard. I kept touching it. �Careful or I�ll jizz right in your face.� Johnny says. �One time, when I jacked off, it hit the wall behind me.� I confess to him hoping to move the evening along. �That happened to me to once too.� He said all giddy. I�m still playing with his cock. �How do you do it?� I ask. �What, jack off?� �Yeah.� �I like to rub my thumb on this spot right here.� And he rubs his thumb on that magical place on the underside right below the head. By this time he is laying on his side next to me on the bed, his pajama bottoms still around his ankles. I pull the sheet back all the way and show him how I like to stroke mine. So there we are lying side by side each stroking our dicks. At this point I figure, what the hell, and say, �Let me do you and you can do me.� �OK.� He says. He is so quick to respond I look back on the situation now and think, damn I could�ve gone so far with him. I reach over and for the first time in my life touch another guys erect penis. The skin�s not as soft as mine is and it�s a little looser. Although he has a bush of dark pubic hair he doesn�t really have any hair on his nuts. It�s warm and hard and I begin pulling it up and down. He reaches over and takes my dick into his left hand. It�s a little awkward because he�s not left-handed. For the first time in my life somebody else�s hand is on my penis. His hand is rough from all that mechanical work he likes to do. We both know what to do. There�s not much talking at this point just erratic breathing. Our arms are touching as we continue to awkwardly stroke each other off. My eyes are fixed on his dick. Watching my hand go up and down, watching how his cock and body respond to my touch. He gasps, and arches his back and his stomach muscles tense then he relaxes and then repeats the spasm again. He�s leaking precum. This is weird to see because I don�t put out a lot of precum. The head of his dick is deep red and glisteny from the coating of juice. After a couple of minutes our rhythm picks up and I can tell we are both getting close. I hoarsely tell him, �I�m getting really close.� �Yeah, me too.� �Do you want to do it all the way?� I ask him. �Yeah, keep going.� I�m fixated on making that hard little cock cum now. I watch as he starts squirming more and more while I feel his rhythmic pumping on my dick. Johnny makes some guttural noises and says, �It�s here, it�s here, it�s here.� Soon I see a load of white cum shoot from his red cock head and land on his flat stomach below his bellybutton, I keep pumping and it dribbles down my hand. Of course I am now so ready to cum myself. �Keep going, keep going.� I tell him. And soon my toes curl as a send a huge stream onto my stomach. I�ve always been a big cummer and this was no exception. I didn�t hit the wall behind me but it was still a lot. Finally we pull our hands away and survey the damage. �Man, look at all that jizz all over you.� �I know I always have a lot.� I watch as some of Johnny�s cum drips from my hand into a puddle of my own cum on my stomach. �Get some of those paper towels.� I tell him. He shuffles the few feet to the table, rips of a sheet for himself and tosses me the roll. After we�re wiped off and buttoned back up he comes back to bed and lays down. As I lay there I realize I�m holding a huge wad of cum soaked paper towels. Fearing my parents discovering this and figuring out what went on I tell Johnny to go throw them in the street. �You.� Is his typical 13-year-old response. �Fine.� I say, �move over.� I silently open the door to the trailer, like I�m a spy and in my barefeet, sprint the 20-30 feet of cold driveway to the street and hurl the wad into the middle of the street where it makes a loud splat. Suddenly I realize this is too obvious so I retrieve the wad and go to the corner where I shove it into to rain grate. I come back into the trailer. Johnny asks me, �What�d you do with it?� With the same urgency as if I had just disposed of a body. �Put it in the rain grate.� �What if your parents look there?� He asks. This is when I remember Johnny isn�t too bright. �Why would my parents look into the rain grate?� I climb over him and get under the covers. Because we were only 13 and 14 we reverted immediately to our normal relationship and act like what we just did never happened. We went to sleep with out talking about it. Luckily Johnny farted so we had something to laugh about before we went to sleep. We jacked each other off a lot over the next year and then Johnny moved to another part of town and we lost touch. I ran into him years later and we got high in his car. We talked like old buddies, never again mentioning our little teen wack fests