Secret in a Van

Although I've been coming to this site and Solotouch for a long time this is my first post. I hope I get the chance to submit a few more.

When I was about 13 years old, I had my first sexual experience. Unlike many comments on this site, I did not discover masturbation until about a year after this event took place and in fact this event went way beyond masturbation.

It was summer time and I was hanging around with Martin one of my close friends at the time. Martin was a year or two older than I and lived on the street just below. We had known each other since I was in first grade and we did a lot together along with my next store neighbor, Ted. I can't remember where Ted was that day but it was just Martin and I at his house, when the phone rang for Martin. It turned out to be some friends of ours, 3 brothers, who lived down the street. They weren't good friends of mine although I'd known them all for most of my life. They were a little on the rough and tumble side, and they always seemed to have bad things happening to them, either trouble with the law, car accidents, money problems, or what have you. Anyway, after Martin hung up he said to me that there was something going on down the street and that we should go over. On the walk, Martin kept saying that what we were about to do was to be kept very secret and that I couldn't tell anyone. He wouldn't tell me what was up and I couldn't think of what it could possibly be. We had already smoked cigarettes, played nasty tricks on our neighbors, stolen candy from a local store, and gone places we were told were off limits. In short I was intrigued.

When we arrived at our friends' house, we went around back to an old Dodge van parked on the lawn. Martin knocked on the door and it was slid open by Bob, the youngest of the 3 brothers, the same age as me. Inside the van were Charlie and his twin brother Steve, both of whom were in the same grade as Martin. It was a bright day outside and as such I could quite see very well into the van. When we climbed in and the door was slid shut, I finally realized that both Charlie and Steve were bare assed naked and smoking cigarettes. I thought, hmm, this is an interesting twist on smoking, but I didn't see what the big deal was.

After I sat down on the floor, I was once again sworn to secrecy for what was about to take place. Once I agreed Martin, Bob, and I were instructed to strip down and soon the 3 three of us were as naked as the other two. I still had no idea that what we were up to had anything to do with sex or making me feel good, but strangely I immediately started to get hard. Looking around the room, I realized that I was not the only one. Steve and Charlie were sporting rather large hard-ons, much bigger than mine, and were both slowly pulling on them. Martin had a sly grin on his face as he noticed me starring at him as he slowly rolled the foreskin of his uncut dick back and forth across his helmet.  Bob was giggling as he knocked his hard pecker from side to side.

Steve soon declared that since this was my first visit to the van I should be properly initiated. I was instructed to lie face down on the floor and pull my ass cheeks apart. Although I felt a little apprehensive, I still did what I was told. Steve then crawled up behind me and with a little spit to help grease the way pressed his hard cock through my sphincter. The pain shot through me in an instant and I let out a little cry. What the hell is going on, I thought. Steve held back for a second to let me adjust to his presence before pushing his dick into the hilt. Although, I was not quite over the initial shock of the intrusion, I realized that my dick was as hard as it had ever been. Soon, the pain gave way to a delightful feeling. The combination of my ass being stuffed and my hard cock rubbing on the floor was fantastic. Steve proceeded to slowly withdraw his cock and I thought it was over until, as I felt him nearly pull out, he thrust home once again. Picking up a faster rhythm, Steve began to piston in and out of my ass. At the same time as was grinding away against the floor. All too soon, I felt Steve press all the way in, shudder slightly and slowly withdraw his spent cock from my bowels.

Given no time to rest, Charlie, assumed Steve's position and it all started again. As Steve had before, Charlie applied a little spit to his dick and in he went. Since I was a little more prepared this time, I was able to take Charlie's shaft from the beginning without pain and enjoy the whole experience. About half way into it with Charlie, I felt a wonderful tingling sensation, starting from the base of my prick and moving up to the head. It wasn't long before that sensation was coursing throughout my entire body and as it did I let out a long moan of pleasure, the first such moan of thousands more to come in my life. When Charlie had his orgasm, it was Martin's turn. My well used ass took him right in. Martin's cock felt totally different than the other two and I could feel the wisps of hair graze my ass cheeks as he slammed away. It wasn't long before I came. This time the feeling was stronger and seemed to last longer that the first. As Martin kept plugging away giving me intense orgasms about every two minutes, Bob moved up to my face with his cock in hand. Without even thinking for a second, I began to slowly stroke his dick. Bob and Martin both hit their peak at about the same time. Martin left his still hard dick in my ass until his breathing returned to normal. The van was silent for a minute and everyone could clearly hear the pop as he pull out.

After a little rest, it was my turn. Bob took up position on the floor and as I went between his legs, wet my dick and put it in. The feeling of first contact with another person was unbelievable. Although I had yet to understand my sexual feelings and that I have zero sexual interest in other men, I still get hard thinking back to that first time. As soon as Bob was ready I starting humping away, and even though I had already cum multiple times that day, I only lasted a few strokes before the sensation hit me and I was through. We kept at it for most of the afternoon. Each person taking turns with one another until they had had their fill. As we got out of the van and walked home, Martin told me that the little group meets at least once a week and that any new member had to bring a friend the next time. I wonder what Ted is doing next week.