From: youngerbro@aol.com (YoungerBro)
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Subject: First time,    (mm, teen)
Date: 27 Jan 1995 20:32:09 -0500
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 I want to tell you about the first time I really did it with a guy- I was
17, and I had gone to visit my cousin who lives in Corpus Christi, Texas.
He was 19, and a pretty cool guy, and he took me out to a beach party on
Padre Island. We went out to
the beach around noon, and set up a tent and the coolers. I didn't know
what to expect, except that I hoped I might get laid. There would be lots
of beer, and lots of girls. For a while all the guys played volleyball,
and drank a lot. My first surprise was
that the girls were all wearing bikinis, and all the guys stripped down to
their jockey shorts. They started in cutoff jeans, like me, but pretty
soon those disappeared, and then it was all underpants- some white, but
mostly in colors, and some really brief, hot looking bikini-types. I
didn't want to be an odd man out, so I quietly unbuttoned my cutoffs and
stripped down too. I was a little shy but I realized that no one would
notice my my plain white jockeys; it was kind of a turn-on, though, and I
really wished that I  had some of the nylon kind  My cousin was wearing a
pair of snug white nylon briefs that didn't exactly show through, but you
could see that he was really hung. He went swimming, and  you could see
right through them when they got wet. I hoped I could borrow a pair from
him soon!.
  I was curious to see the guys in bikinis. I had seen plenty of guys
naked, but this was different.  I was a jock-type high schooler, and spent
the usual amount of lockerroom jockstrap time-with a lot of lockerroom
kidding around, but these guys were showing off! I had never seen guys my
age be so open about sex. They were obviously hot and horny, and planning
to get laid.  The girls were mostly sunning or some playing volleyball. I
think they were all making plans for later. Anyway, we played volleyball,
drank, and swam a lot. Sometimes one or two of the guys would take some
time out and lie in the sun- usually a girl would put some oil on him. I
got hard watching two of them go at it, and when they finally went back
into the dunes, I had to hit the surf for some cool-down time. One of the
times in the water, a couple of the guys tried to get my underpants off-
they got them down around my ankles but I managed to hold on- I really got
excited as they did that, and was glad that the water hid my cock as it
started to get hard- I didn't think anyone had seen. (wrong)  I thought it
was my imagination, but Jake seemed to hold on and do a lot of grabbing.
He was really trying to get me naked. 
 All afternoon there was a lot of sex talk and showing off- I could tell
that most of these guys had had a lot of sex by the way they showed
themselves off. I didn't think that I could ever strut around the way they
were. Most of them were nearly naked, and they were really getting off on
it. As it began to get dark, everyone started making out. I could see a
lot of groping going on. A small bunch of us went in for one last swim,
and it was then that Jake was really obvious about trying to get my
jockeys off. His hands were all over me as he grabbed at my underpants,
and I knew that he grabbed at my cock on purpose more than once. He was
fun about it, though, and as I grabbed at his shorts in retaliation I got
a pretty good handful of his dick too. It was pretty big, and maybe a
little stiff. Finally we were the last guys to be horsing around in the
water, we both fell into the surf laughing with our underpants around our
ankles. I was glad it had gotten dark, and as I tried to stuff myself back
into my soggy jockeys, Jake came up behind me and gave me a pat on the
butt. "Good time, man" he said. and that was just the beginning. 
  When we got out of the water I went to sit down by the fire to warm up.
I only had a small towel, though, and I was kinda cold. Jake came over and
sat down on the log beside me and offered to share his big blanket with
me. I was cold, so I snuggled under it with him, and he stretched it over
my shoulders. In a few minutes, I felt his hand slide in around my waist-
it was warm, and I was cold, and I didn't say anything, or even think
anything except that it felt warm and good. Pretty soon, his hand had slid
down and was resting right at the waistband of my damp jockeys. For a
while it just sat there, but when his fingers began to trace warm circles
on the cotton fabric, I realized that this was not just an effort to keep
warm. Then his fingers went up to the waistband and started to creep down
in. I suddenly became aware of our extreme closeness. I could hear his
breathing, and feel his chest expand. I could feel his leg in contact with
mine, from his soggy briefs right down to his ankle. I could smell the
salt on his skin, and the sunny smell of  the coconut oil he had used
earlier. He moved a little and I felt the stubble on his chin brush my
shoulder. He shifted his left arm so that it rested across his thigh, with
his fingers resting lightly on the inside of mine. It gave me a quiver in
the small of my back, and I began to feel the warm tension of an erection
growing in my crotch. I knew then that I really wanted him to do more, and
by way of a signal, leaned in a little closer. My arms had been tucked in
close to my chest to keep warm, so I stretched a little, and then slid my
left hand out along my own leg, then just put it down on his knee. Real
cool, I thought!  It was the most intimate move I could think of at the
time.  Pretty soon, his right hand had slid all the way under the
waistband of my jockeysand he was rubbing whatever he could reach with his
fingers. I didn't really know what to do. I put my hand on the inside of
his thigh, and inched it around a little. Amazingly, I still wasn't
exactly certain if he really meant to be turning me on, or whether he
wanted me to do anything back. I decided to risk it all- I was really
horny, and I'd had some beer, so what the heck. I reached over and slid my
right hand up the inside of his thigh towards his crotch and very quickly
discovered a huge hard on inside his bvd's. As soon as I touched that, he
knew it was ok, and he started to move in and touch everywhere he could
reach without too much fuss. He quickly found my hard on, and massaged it
through the thin cotton. I'm circumsized, and the held the round head of
my cock between his fingers and rolled it around like it was a ball of
clay. I could only lean my head back an let out a long, silent sigh; I
couldn't get any stiffer! He massaged and squeezed, and hooked one finger
around and inside the elastic leg opening, and started to reach up inside
with one, then two fingers. He leaned over as if to whisper in my ear, I
felt his stubble on my neck, but instead of words, I felt a warm tongue
touch my earlobe, and teeth taking a small nibble. His breath was hot
against my neck, and his tongue warm inside my ear. We were both very hot,
and were about to get down to some heavy stuff right there. The blanket
had hidden our activities so far, but we both wanted more. He pulled back,
though.
  "We have to be cool," he said, "meet me on the other side of the dune in
 a minute or two- make it look as if you're going to take a leak."
 " With this hard on?" I thought. I was in a daze, but as soon as I could,
I wrapped my skimpy towel around my waist trying to hide my huge hard-on,
and wandered out around the dune. The moon was bright, and the shadows
were dark. I
finally saw him in a shadow with a moonlit dune behind him. He had peeled
off his wet underpants was standing naked, waiting for me. I could see his
shaft, white, but dark in the shadow, silhouetted against the moonlit
sand. As soon as I got up to him, he hugged me and ran his sandy hands up
and down my body, grabbing my ass and grinding his crotch into mine. 
Finally we realized that this wasn't a good spot; 
we ran back through the dunes to where he knew we wouldn't be disturbed.
We climbed up the back of a big dune and found a little hollow spot. He
tugged at my underpants and they were off in a second. Then he pushed me
down onto the sand,
and started running his hands all over me. Suddenly, his mouth found my
cock. I really had just expected him to jerk me off, and I was unprepared
for the sensation of heat that closed around my shaft. His rough tongue
almost hurt as it circled the swollen red head, and when he licked at the
underside I groaned quietly. "Shhh" he whispered, "almost there." Again he
took me all inside, but this time his head began to bob up and down,
sucking as he pulled back, breathing hotly as he went down. My hips pushed
against him and I felt the inside pleasure signal that told me the end was
near. In moments I was spurting pleasure.
  All the time he was doing that to me, I was trying to jerk him off, but
I wasn't very good- It was really distracting to have his tongue running
up and down my dick, his hands grabbing everywhere, and me trying to do
something else. Anyway, when I finally shot off, he was pretty close
coming too. When I was done he lay back on the sand. "OK, your turn," he
said, and he held his cock up for me, as if it needed any help. He had the
stiffest hardest cock I could have imagined. It was like a wooden dowel-
perfectly straight, with a large round circumcised head. I took a moment
to look at the rest of him in a way that I hadn't been able to before,
with everyone around. He had such a good tan, that I could clearly see the
white skin that was hidden from the sun by his briefs. His smooth muscled
stomach was slightly ribbed with just a little ridge of a waistline. His
upper chest had strong pecs, that showed clearly in the shadowy moonlight.
I reached out and rubbed my sandy fingers across his nipples. They were
dark in the moonlight, and felt hard, like bullets. I didn't know what
else to do, so I slid my hand down the hair of his belly and began to jerk
him off. His cockskin slid up and down easily over the solid core. It felt
like silk. I delicately touched the head; it was smooth hot velvet. As I
went over the top with mi finger, I felt a drop of wetness.
 Jason moaned quietly. "C'mon," he said, "you can do better than that,"
and he reached his hand up to my shoulders and pulled me  down towards his
cock as he thrust his hips up at me. "I know, it's new, but it's the
hottest thing you'll ever do." His hand could just reach my dick, which
was still stiff,
and he began massaging just the head with his fingertips. He felt my
tremble of excitement, and sitting up, he turned around on the sand so
that his legs were apart, on either side of me. I was between his spread
legs now. He centered me with
his hands and focused my whole body on his cock.  With his hands sliding
up my thighs, over arms and up to my shoulders he led me to him. I stroked
my fingers up and down his cock,  pulling myself closer and closer to it.
His hands were on
my shoulders,  pulling me down, not forcing, just urging me towards his
shaft. Finally, my curiosity and horniness won out over my fear (of
what?)and I opened my mouth and took a little taste, just a little lick.
When it turned out to be ok (a lot more than ok actually) I circled the
red head with my tongue and  took the whole thing into my mouth. It was a
little sandy, but salty and hot. 
 "AHHH that's the ticket" he said, and he leaned back on his elbows,
watching
me take him in. Now having started it, it was only a moment before I took
him all the way in. He collapsed back on the sand, and, bringing his knees
up just a little, pumped his cock into my hungry mouth. Although I had
never done this before, I
knew that sliding my lips along his shaft as I sucked and pulled back, and
swirling my tongue around the swollen head would be just what he wanted. I
tried to do what he had done for me. From his stifled moans and the
quickening pace of his hips I could tell he wasn't far off. As I took him
in as far as I could, his curly p-hairs tickled my nose, and I used my
hand to smooth them out of the way,. With my other hand I cupped his balls
and held   them as I gave them a little tongue action, too. His strokes
became frenzied and I felt his stomach tense and very soon he was pushing
hard as he arched his back and pumped his sweet sauce into me.   
 He had came fast. too. It seemed like hours of pleasure, but we were both
so horny that it all didn't last more than 10 minutes. As he caught his
breath, I crawled up next to him, and curled up with my hand across his
chest, cupping one of his
nipples, circling it with one fingertip. His outside arm went across my
shoulders, and his other hand found its way down my belly where his
fingers gathered up my softening penis and tender balls. We held each
other and looked up at the stars. We
were still, and it was quiet for a long time, but then his hand began to
move just a little, and I remember thinking that there was no way I'd be
able to get it up again after the orgasm I'd just had.
 "Was that your first time?" he asked. 
 "I've had a lot of firsts today," I said, "but that was the best one! 
 "Wow, I'm surprised you haven't done it with Brian. He loves this."
 "Brian? My cousin? This?" I was astonished to think that my macho cousin
was into this.
 "He's pretty quiet about it, but he likes to this a lot. Ask him! 
 "I couldn't do that. Besides, I'm no good at this."
 "You did it like an expert," he said. "I can't wait to see what you do
with a little practice."
 "Practice?"  I said "you mean I have to work at this?" 
 "Oh, man," he said, "there is lots you can learn. You can take a guy up
to the edge and then just hang him there until he explodes"
 "How?" I asked. As I said that I realized that his hand been busy, and I
now had a substantial hard-on.
 "Like this" he replied, and he shifted himself on the sand so that he was
crouched over my midsection. "Just lie back and learn" he said, and I
could see his smile in the moonlight.