Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 03:33:26 +0100
From: Newton Collins <newcocol@mail.com>
Subject: Evening Newspaper Delivery

I've read a lot of `first time' stories on here, usually with a growing
lump in my pants. And having just read another good one I took a second or
two to decide whether to beat this hard cock into submission or keep it
throbbing while I sat at the desk and typed out my own very first time. No
prizes for guessing which won.

When I was 13 I had a job delivering newspapers, so Saturday night came and
there I was, delivering the evening papers once again. Saturday papers (as
you British guys may know) were always an hour or so later because of the
football results, and with it being November I was delivering in darkness.
The round was in the outlying area of the town we lived in, and well in to
farming lanes. One lane I had to ride down was nearly a mile long and there
was only one farmhouse on the lane. As I stopped to get out the newspapers
a car pulled up alongside me and the driver asked me for directions to a
local bar. It took me a second to work out how to direct him and whilst
still thinking about it the driver asked was I going the way he pointed,
down the empty lane. I said I was and he then said he would drive down to
the junction at the end and wait for me there, he then drove away. Not
giving it a second thought I carried on and delivered the newspaper to the
farmhouse and started pedalling onwards.

All this was many many years before things like the internet, it was
actually in the '70's. I was the typical horny pubescent boy, beating my
cock constantly when I was able to get the privacy, not always an easy
thing in a family home where I shared a bedroom with two other brothers.
Obviously I knew about men doing things with other men but these were the
usual teenage laughs and had never heard of actual things happening. I had
seen the graffiti on public toilet walls, reading and pissing at the same
time but apart from the interest in reading I never thought of trying it.
Looking back now I can see that I had often enjoyed a frenzied few sessions
of wanking after reading such things, but somehow I had never made the
connection at the time. But back to the tale guys, no doubt you are
waiting, `semi' in hand.

About halfway down the empty lane I saw the guy had stopped, he hadn't gone
all the way to the end as he said. Still not thinking anything different I
stopped my bike, the guy was stood at the back corner of his car with his
back to me. As I stopped he turned around and apologized to me, making it a
bit obvious he had been taking a piss. He stood at the back of the car as I
started to explain to him how to get to where he wanted, me still astride
my bike. He said he was supposed to be meeting someone there but he was
very late and didn't expect the person he was meeting to still be there.
Straight out, and without any warning he said it was another man he should
have been meeting and they were meeting for sex. I was absolutely amazed
and even more so when he continued on and asked would I like him to play
with my cock, He pulled open his coat and showed me his cock sticking
through the front of his trousers, erect and looking huge to me. Now don't
take the wrong impression here. The guy wasn't threatening, wasn't stopping
me in any way. I could have pushed down on my pedals and been off straight
away. But for some strange reason I was staring at his hard cock and wasn't
frightened about it. He took hold of his cock and started wanking in front
of me, I was open mouthed and couldn't take my eyes off him doing it. I
don't remember what he said exactly next but it was asking me if I did that
to myself as well and I remember nodding or even saying yes. He said it
would be good if we were both doing it at the same time, he took a step
towards me, still wanking, and put his hand on the front of my trousers,
during all of this I hadn't felt my cock getting hard at all, but when he
said I was nearly hard I was shocked, even more so when I realised he was
right and that it was a good feeling.

Still straddling my pedal bike I was amazed when within a second or two,
and I don't know how he managed to do it, he had unzipped my pants and slid
his hand inside and found a way through my underwear and he had hold of my
now rock hard cock. He asked if it was good and I said yes without any
second thought. I was shaking with the shock of this coming from absolutely
nowhere. There was no fear or worry at all, it was sheer intense wave of
pleasure like I had never felt before. Taking hold of my hand he guided it
to his cock and asked me to take hold of it. As soon as I felt that hot
hardness that was also so incredibly soft at the same time I was hooked and
I started wanking. It was the first time I had ever seen a hard cock apart
from my own, it was definitely the first time I had ever touched another
man's cock. It was also a wonderful feeling to be feeling that in my
hand. He had pulled my own cock free of my pants by now and was wanking me
slowly but firmly and during all this I could feel myself still shaking
with the strength of the sensations I had never felt during my own
sessions. This was something wonderful indeed and I wanted it to go on
forever.

He stopped wanking and just held me in his hand, he told me to keep doing
it to him quickly and don't stop. I realize now of course he must have been
very near orgasm with the excitement of the situation and it seemed only a
matter of seconds before my hand was covered with the heat of his cum and
he was saying over and over again the same thing don't stop, don't stop. As
he was cumming he had started to wank me again and with his cum still
spurting on to my fingers he bowed down and took my cock into his mouth all
the way to the hair. I was engulfed by the sudden heat of his mouth and my
cock getting sucked by him. He sucked me with a really strong vacuum and
kept it that way as he went up and down on my cock. I was brought to orgasm
in seconds literally and he had his hands around me by this time pulling me
onto his mouth. I experienced the strongest orgasm of my life, and to this
day I don't think I have ever had a stronger one. I was completely shaking,
still standing astride a bike that was only held up by my thighs, my pants
were still fastened and my cock was sticking through the zip. He kept my
cock in his mouth for what seemed like minutes as spasm after spasm went
through me, when he did let go I was still hard but drained completely. He
told me that was really good but he had to go very quickly. Within seconds
he was in his car and driving away, I was stood in a dark country lane,
alone, astride a bike with my cock out still wet from his mouth and my hand
was sticky with his cum.

It was a surreal situation and stayed there for what must have been a few
minutes, not wanting to put my cock away or let the moment go. I did stay
there and held my cock for quite a while. His fear was so great he could
never have got anywhere near as much as I did out of it, I regret not
meeting him again and being able to tell him I thought it was the best
sexual experience I have ever had and it still excites me to this day. Over
the few years that followed I was able to have some marvellous sex by
pretending to be an innocent and getting the man to coerce me or tempt me
in having sex in situations without them ever knowing I was willing and
experienced. They thought they were giving me my first male to male ever
and I played that role enjoying it thoroughly. I never even told them
afterwards and left them thinking they had introduced me to something I had
enjoyed. This became my passion and I got as much enjoyment from them
`turning a straight' lad as I did from the cum pumping out of me. But that
could only last a short time as my age worked against me in time.