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My first experience with another person

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: JJJS4356 Posted on: 09 Nov 2004 1 comments
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I started this story before I did the story of Connie (my first girl). This is the story of my first experience with another person.After reading a couple of stories on WL, I started to remember and write down some of the things that happened to me. It's not as if I had any repressed memories I always remembered the happenings. It's just the details that were a little foggy. Now that I am writing it down, I can see many similarities with other writers at WL. I never realized that I was not alone.My first experience with another guy, actually my first with another person, started very innocently. Ron (names have been changed,) was 17 and I was 15. We hung out together for about a year doing regular teenage things. We hung-out at the local bowling lanes and went to dances. We met and dated two girls who were cousins. Things happened and Ron broke it off with Sally and a couple of months later I broke it off with Sue. After the break ups Ron and I started hanging out at his house, mostly in his bedroom listening to music, smoking cigarettes and talking smart. Pretty soon we were wrestling. He was a lot bigger than me. So, needless to say he would pin me pretty easily but, once in a while I would get the better of him. Now, I think he would loose on purpose just to keep it going. Then in August the weather got really hot. This was the sixties and hardly any of the houses in the north had air conditioning. Ron said that he wanted to take off his shirt and told me it would be OK for me to take mine off. As we took our shirts off he was relating about how he and the Jones boy down the street would wrestle in their briefs like they do on television. I may have been slow to comprehend back then but, I knew the wrestlers on television did not wrestle in their underwear. But, it was hot and taking off as many clothes as possible appealed to me. Besides, quit a few of my friends would dress only in their underwear in their houses. No one ever thought twice about it. So, I took off my jeans and shoes. It was the sixties yet so socks were not worn. All either of us had on was those white briefs. We started wrestling on his bed as was the case all of the time. Ron said that he was going to get dirty. He grabbed me between the legs and I froze expecting to feel pain but, instead he was massaging my penis. There were emotions that I had never felt. He was not out to hurt me but, all at once a combination of fear, guilt and pleasure came over me. I just laid there not knowing what to do. He was stoking my penis with long slow movements through my briefs and I was enjoying it. I was still confused about my feelings; after all we would always make jokes about guys who did this sort of thing. Ron stood and up and was pulling on my briefs, I lifted my ass up. The next thing I knew, I was naked. Ron stood there looking down at me. I couldn't believe how excited I was or him. I could see the bulge in his briefs. I didn't have the slightest idea what to expect but, Ron was in charge. Then he said, "take my briefs off." I reached up with one hand and tried to pull them down but, I had to sit up and use both hands. I then got my first look at another person's hard on. We were both circumcised. His was about the same length as mine but, curved back towards his stomach, whereas mine curves to the left. I always though that jacking off with my right hand caused that. When he sat back down he was next to me facing me, he grabbed my shaft and was stroking me for all its worth. He was seated right next to my hand. I reached up, grabbed his cock and started stroking it. I tell you it seemed so natural. Actually at that time in my life anything seemed natural. While we were stroking each other Ron said, "Grab it tighter." I tighten my grip and started moving up and down faster. "Yes that's it" he said. My hand was doing a masterful job even if I do say so myself. I heard him start breathing very heavy, he fell backwards on the bed panting, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming". I rose up to watch without missing a stroke. I could feel his cock pulsing all the way up my arm as the ropes of cum stared shooting from the end of his cock all over his stomach and chest. I continued stroking until I saw that he was done. I won't let go. Here I was, holding another guy's penis, which I had just made cum, feeling his "after-cum tremors" and I thinking this is the most exciting thing to feel. I will often time just lie still after masturbating and enjoy the tremors that I feel. Ron caught his breath, stood up and went to get a tee shirt from his dresser and cleaned himself off. That's how we did it at first. More about that in a later installment if there is any interest. When he looked down at me he saw that I had dripped pre-cum all down my shaft so, he wiped it up with the tee-shirt. That is when I realized that I was still naked and had a raging hard-on. I could hardly close my eyes from lack of skin. I had almost completely forgotten about me while I was doing him. Ron started up right where he left off. I could still not get used to another person, mush less a male making me feel that that. But I was soon immersed in my own ecstasy. My buttocks were moving up and down with the rhythm of his hand. My breath started getting shorter and shorter and then I couldn't hold back any more. I came for what seemed like an hour. Ron had pointed my shaft straight up and my cum was all over me. One drop even landed on my face. All the times that I masturbated, I never shot that far. I was so spent that I didn't even realize that he had taken the tee shirt and cleaned me up. I was still lying on the bed and Ron was sitting facing me. We smoked a cigarette and talked about how Ron had started doing things like this with the Jones boy but, he had moved away. We talked for quit some time and that's when I realized that I was chosen to take the place of the Jones kid. I guess that I felt privileged. I had even forgotten that we were naked until Ron lay down next to me and started kissing me. I thought, now this is really getting weird but, then I realized that I was getting hard again. I could fell Ron's hard-on as he pressed it against my thigh. Without a word, he rolled over on top of me and started humping my stomach. There was a slight hint of body odor and for some strange reason that turned me on even more. He started to breath very heavy into my ear and I could feel the warmth of his spunk on me. When he finished cumming, he rolled over and took me with him and now I was on top. I was pumping that spot of jizz for all I was worth. The lubrication and the combination smell of sperm and body odor were too much for me to bear and I exploded with fierceness that I never felt.. We cleaned up, got dressed and I started my four mile walk home. The walk was uneventful for the most part I was in a fog. When I started to think about what had just happened to me and had to walk the last half of a mile with a hard-on. When I got home I called Ron on the phone and we talked and masturbated together. I kept thinking about what would happen next time I saw Ron. I didn't have to wait too long. About a week later he called and asked.............to be continued???