Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 15:27:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris
Subject: 'I was Twelve, He Was Nineteen", pt 1 (Revised)

		     I Was Twelve And He Was Nineteen
                                                                       
				    by

				   Chris

All the previous disclaimers apply.  If you feel this true story about my
sex life when I was a boy will ruin your life, destroy your conscience,
corrupt your nation, and turn back the tide of all that is good in us, then
why are you here anyway? Get out!
  
But for the rest of you who are really human like me, and see sex as a
natural part of us all, perhaps you might want to hear about what happened
to me when i was twelve. I have changed all the names because i don't want
those I love hurt.  It's as simple as that. For several years i have wanted
to tell the nifty audience about what happened to me, but just haven't.  I
want to thank Rob Hoek, a fellow Nifty writer for helping me by encouraging
me and giving me some pointers.

I dedicate this to all the boys out there who need answers. I hope you find
them with someone who loves you.

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In the summer of 1968 my Father got a new job and we had to move to
northern Ohio. We moved to a small town and it was there that i was to meet
a new friend who would change my life forever.  Both he and his brother
will be loved by me till the day i die. And I thank them for befriending
me, helping me understand who I am to this day, and loving me enough to
answer all my questions during those turbulent years. I wish all boys could
be this lucky.

I was so lonely. We had left everybody we knew and our extended family to
go somewhere where we didn't know a soul. I remember watching my Mom cry
and feeling like I would lose my mind. It was a dark time for our family,
and looking back, I think it took its toll on all of us. I had two brothers
and one sister.  I still to this day have never told them about what
happened to me.

About two weeks after we settled in, someone from our church, which was
right beside our house, told my Mom that a Boy Scout troop met there every
Wednesday night. And if I wanted to join, i should show up some evening.  I
remember thinking that that sounded kind of exciting, but i was pretty
bashful and as the new kid, well, you know, I was nervous.  But I loved to
camp, swim, and anything that had to do with the outdoors.

By the time of the meeting i was so anxious to go that i went early, in
fact, too early.

Of course, living right beside the church made it easy to be there anytime
we wanted, and in most cases, we would have looked to see if anyone had
arrived. But not this time. I hadn't seen the car pull up to the front of
the church and let a fifteen year old boy out. I guess i was busy doing
something else.

I walked through the front doors and started down the steps into the
basement, thinking i was the first one there.  But i had no sooner reached
the bottom step when i heard a small gasp, and looked to my right and saw
the most beautiful blond long haired boy standing there in a room with a
startled look on his face.  He was looking up straight up at me, but bent
over and was pulling up his Boy Scout uniform pants.  Now that wasn't such
a big deal, i know, but what I saw was huge too me.

 He was stark naked, except for the socks he had on, and the shorts laying
around his feet.  I first saw his face and then immediately looked down and
saw he had nothing on, and no underwear, and guess what else?

I was a boy of twelve, just a little over a month from being thirteen. I
was slim, had black hair, and other than my head, almost no hair anywhere
else. I had just a few hairs around my cut cock and I remember being very
self conscious about that. Most of the other boys my age, like my cousins,
were more developed than me.  I couldn't help but stare.  And so I did. He
had what I thought then was a major thick cock, he was cut and it sat in a
dark brown bush. The next thing I remember is slowly raising my eyes to his
face and seeing him smile with the whitest perfect teeth I think i'd ever
seen.  He had caught me.  I was his possession.

He said, 'Hi my name is Nathan, you caught me changing. My mom had to drop
me off early, so I had to change here'. I probably was drooling and had my
mouth open, I just don't remember. I think I said something, but don't
remember that either. I know that later he told me that he was glad it was
me that saw him, and not someone else. Of course, I was glad too. He also
said later that he thought I was cute that night and he saw 'that look'
that told him everything.

I don't remember anything about that meeting. I know there were about
fifteen boys there and some activity and talk of camping, etc. But I was in
a daze the whole time. I know Joshua saw me staring at him.  It was during
the meeting that I realized, all of a sudden, that his hair on his head was
blond and his hair around his cock was a dark brown.  Only later would I
find out, that is rather common.

A blond head of hair, but dark brown bush around his cock, no underwear;
these things were all new to me. But i was a total virgin then. Believe me,
I knew almost nothing. My life was very sheltered.  At twelve, I had heard
about jerking off, and of course some talk about girls, etc.  I had no
concept of 'being gay'.  I just was what i was then.  No artificial labels
adults love to use to value those around them. And that's just about
it. They were words to me. I had never seen any porn, never jerked off.  I
do remember being fascinated by the new hairs growing around my cock. My
stays in the bath tub became longer and longer as I explored my body, and I
knew that if i rubbed myself that it felt good. I had skinny dipped with my
brother and cousins in our grandpa's creek behind his farm, but noting more
than that. That was the extent of my sexual education.

Nathan stopped me after the meeting and asked if i'd like to come over to
his house the next day. I know i blushed. Whether he saw that or not, i
don't know. Of course i said yes, and hardly slept that night.  I was so
excited and nervous too.  I had met a new friend, and i couldn't get that
sight in the basement out of my mind.  I still can't to this day.

The next day, we did get together and it was there that I saw his older
brother. His name was Mark. He was nineteen. Him and his little brother
Nathan shared the bedroom. Mark looked a lot like his brother, only bigger
and more muscular to me. And whereas Nathan had no beard, Mark was shaving.
Mark shut the door of the bedroom We chit chat for minute, Nathan
introducing me to his brother and Mark gave me a strong handshake.  Then
Nathan and i sat on Nathan's bed.  Mark pulled out a cigarette and lit it
and let Nathan take a puff before taking it back. He asked me if i smoked
and i said, 'No'. Then Mark reached under under his bed and brought out a
couple of Playboy magazines. We gazed at the beautiful pics of women in the
nude and looked at advertisements of people in sexual positions. This was
all new too me. It was very exciting.

They made some comments about the pics but i don't remember pictures as
much as i remember Mark laying down on his bed and saying how horny he
was. I noticed the bulge in his pants was really big.  About that time, he
layed his magazine on the floor and reached down and opened up his jeans
and casually pulled out his cock. It was like this was nothing to him. Like
he was used to doing that in front of people and it was no different than
reaching in the frig and getting a can of pop. I'm sure my mouth was
hanging open again, for the second time in two days. It was just as
beautiful as Nathan's and looked to me to be a foot long, but I found out
later i was wrong on that, it just seemed that to my virgin eyes then. He
was only really about eight inches, but thick like his brother, and now
towered about him with his fist firmly around it slowly pulling up and
down.

It's hard to believe now, but the thought of pulling your cock up and down
was all new to me then. For a little bit, Nathan only glanced up a couple
of times like it was nothing. But as i sat there entranced, that soon
changed.  He too started rubbing the front of his jeans, then said, 'You
want to jerk off too?'

Now i hope you can understand my position here. I was in sensory
override. I don't remember exactly what i said, but i remember blubbering
something like, 'I've never done that before!'. I was excited and scared at
the same time, yet it just seemed so natural to be honest, like it was ok
for me to tell the truth here.

 I was becomming increasingly aware of the sounds coming off of Marks's
body and out of his mouth, and my growing erection. so I was so hard and
remember moving my hand to try and hide it. Nathan just looked at me and
laughed. He said ' That happens to me all the time. Let's take care of
that!'

That made me feel good, what Nathan said.  That was the first time anyone
had talked so openly about sex with me and we kind of visibly
relaxed. nathan leaned back on the wall behind his bed and i did too. We
were seting beside each other now. It seemed like the most natural thing in
the world to be here. Like it was supposed to be. All my nervousness was
gone. Johua was my teacher. I would learn.  I sat there in a trance,
fascinated.  Nathan then reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and pushed
them down over a huge cock that now sprung out and flopped onto his
stomach. But only for a second as it stood then as though it were at
attention.

He looked at me and i know i was blushing, but i too reached down,
unfastened my jeans and pushed both them and my underwear down.  My cock,
probably only about four inches or so was as hard as a rock and sprung
out. It was so good to get it out. It was hurting. Josh looked at me and
never said a word. He then grabbed his cock and started slowly pumping
it. I did the same. We both watched as his brother jerked off in front of
us. Mark was now looking at us and saying things like, 'Shit this feels so
good!' and 'Oh fuck' and 'Oh ya!'  'Your gonna love this Chris!'  He was
moaning, and Nathan besides me was breathing harder. I could hear the slap,
slap, slap of his cock.

The next few moments went by in a flash. All i can remember was Mark cum
and i saw this white stuff shoot out of his cock. That scared me and i
stopped and just held my cock and watched. Nathan saw my fascination turn
to worry and said, 'That's just cum, that's the stuff u shoot into girls to
get them pregnant!'  'You cum when u jerk off.'  He said all of this while
slowly pulling on his own cock.

Mark came about three times and had shot it all over his stomach and some
on the bed.  Nathan now was moaning and moving ever closer to me. It was
obvious he was near to cuming. With in a minute Nathan had shot all over
his stomach too with an 'Oh god, Oh man!' and the cum flew, some even
landing on me.

But u know, he did the most wonderful thing. I guess i looked worried or
something. I was still jerking my hard cock, but nothing was happening.  He
turns and looks at me and says, 'Here let me help you.'  To this day, i'm
not sure he did that because he wanted to feel my dick or because he saw i
was having trouble consentrating and felt for me. Probably both. I never
said anything, only looked up into his eyes and he reached over and grabed
my cock with his right hand, as he sat cross legged facing me now.  I think
I took in a deep breath as his big hand engulfed my cock. I looked into his
eyes and then he said, 'Now close your eyes and relax.'  I did just that.