Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2003 07:34:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Stark <millionivy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy Breaks Me In (part 1 of 3)

This is primarily a true story, with the names and some details changed to
keep it anonymous.  It happened 16 years ago.  This was my first sexual
encounter of any kind, and it was a very special one.

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"Billy Breaks Me In" (part 1 of 3)

	Every year beginning in about the fourth grade, my dad would take
me hunting for a week in late October.  Well, for me it meant basically a
camping trip, and getting out of school for a week.  Oh sure, we made a
show of getting up at dawn and putting on our camouflage, and trudging
through the cold early morning air into the woods....  and I was even
trusted with a shotgun when I was old enough.  But I never killed anything,
and my dad was more into the camping and outdoors than the actual hunting.
	We went to a place known as Lost Creek Farm... which was actually
several hundred acres of beautiful forested land surrounding a large farm
in the mountains of eastern West Virginia.  It was beautiful, and
unspoiled.  To reach Lost Creek Farm, one had to drive through lonely
little villages, through winding mountain roads, and finally a long, long
dirt road which eventually came to Lost Creek Farm, and our camping site
area near the river.  My extended family knew the caretaker of the farm and
the property, and had been camping and hunting there for 20 or more years.
A wonderful, quiet place.
	The week of hunting was a chance not only to get out of school, but
to be around a decidedly unusual and amusing group of people.  They were
assorted uncles and cousins, and their various friends and co-workers.  A
colorful group, with a colorful vocabulary.  They didn't shy away from
telling dirty jokes, or cursing in front of me.  This was new to me as my
immediate family - my dad, younger brother and grandfather - were always
fairly tame when it came to language.  I picked up quite a vocabulary from
those trips, especially as I got old enough to know what some of the words
meant.
	There usually weren't that many kids as the others were much more
into the hunting aspect than my dad, and didn't bring their kids until they
were older.  My older cousin Billy always went the same week I did.  He was
big and rather round; not hugely fat, but with a bit of a belly.  Sandy
blonde hair, and a bit loud and raucous.  He cursed and joked freely in
front of - and sometimes with - his father, with a freedom that I envied.
Billy tended to always be in trouble a lot, but always seemed to have a lot
of fun whatever he was doing.
	Anyway, Billy and I were friends, but not too close.  We weren't
first cousins - our grandfathers were brothers - and we didn't normally see
each other on a routine basis. We went to the same school - he was 2 years
ahead of me - but we had a different group of friends, and we didn't really
live that close to each other.  But we got along fairly well ever since we
were younger kids, even though we didn't have a lot in common.  I was kinda
smallish compared with him, and quiet and studious.  I had packed all my
schoolbooks for the trip, and was determined to keep up with all the
homework.  But Billy and I talked about music, played cards, and he told me
filthy jokes.  Basically we were the only ones around that age in our camp
area, and I think that's why Billy paid any attention to me at all.
	Things suddenly got very interesting during the fall of what turned
out to be the last time I went hunting.  I was 14, Billy was 16.  On the
Friday night a couple days before our last day at the Farm, Billy and I
were sitting in the big tent that one of my cousins had set up in toward
the rear of the camping area.  The camp was organized more or less in a
circle, with a big campfire in the middle.  There was a mix of pop-up
campers, tents, and a few larger campers.  The tent where Bill and I were
sitting was sort of a communal storage area, with some tables set up.
Sometimes the men would eat in there, or play cards.  But that night,
everyone but Billy and I were sitting around the fire bullshitting, or
hanging out in their trailers.
	We were basically bored, and Billy was trying without much luck to
teach me to play a card game.  Billy had sneaked a couple beers from one of
the coolers, and we were sitting there sipping.  I was nervous that someone
was going to walk in the tent, but I had the beer sitting on the floor next
to the table, and - since there were empty beer cans everywhere - I figured
it would escape notice.  We eventually abandoned the cards, and Billy
started telling me dirty jokes, one of his favorite pastimes.  We laughed
and carry on a little bit.....  and I think I blushed a few times.  We
started talking about kids we both knew at school.
	Billy told me, "If Matt Harding comes up to you and says 'Give me a
blow job', tell him "You're hired!"  I just looked at him and giggled, not
sure what to say.  I knew better than to do anything of the kind.  Matt
Harding would pound me into the turf if I ever made a comment like that.
	After a while we start to get a bit bored.  Billy finally asked me
"Well, what do you want to do?"
	I looked at him and said, "I dunno... what do you want to do?"
	He smiled and he said, "Well you can give me a blow job!"
	I said, remembering what he told me, "You're hired!" and laughed.
	He said, "No seriously, you want to give me a blow job?"
	I just looked at him..... my jaw must have dropped.  In all
honesty, I didn't even know exactly what a blow job was, exactly - I was
that naïve for my age.....  I didn't have any older brothers and all my
friends were just as hopeless as I was when it came to sex.  I had never so
much as seen another boy's dick, except for my little brothers.  I did jack
off nightly, but that was as far as I had ever gone as far as sex was
concerned.  I just gave a nervous giggle and said, "Yeah right".  We just
laughed and he didn't mention it again; he went on to another joke.  I
forgot about it, figuring that he was kidding.
	We sat for awhile longer in the tent, and then went out into the
camper that Billy and his Dad shared, because Billy had some print-outs of
sex jokes he wanted me to read.  We could hear his dad Bill still yapping
it up out at the campfire with the others.  By this time I had drunk a beer
and a half, and was feeling a bit buzzed.  Billy's dad had a long trailer,
with a little secluded bunk-bed area in the back.  We sat at the kitchen
table for a while, and eventually got through all of the jokes.
	Billy then looked at me, and said "Are you sure you don't want to
give me a blow job?"
	I kinda grinned nervously like it was all a joke, and said, "What's
a blow job?"
	He smiled, delighted that he was furthering my education, and said,
"It's when you put another guys dick in your mouth and suck on it.  It
feels great!"
	I just looked at him and didn't really say anything.  He said,
"Come on, give me a blow job," in a pleading tone of voice.
	I kinda shook my head and gave a small laugh, and said "Why don't
you give me one?"
	Billy promptly smiled and said, "Okay! I'll give you one, if you
give me one first."
	I just looked at him, afraid he was going to beat me up and call me
a queer or fag if I said yes, or that he would tell my dad... I was picked
on and teased a lot in school, everyone called me gay.  And I did like
boys, but I had never told anybody about it... I was just picked on because
I wasn't athletic and I was a bit of a nerd...  And while Billy never
picked on me himself, he was friends with other boys that always gave me a
hard time, and if word of something like this ever got out at school, I
would be as good as dead.
	I didn't know what to say exactly.  I hesitated.  Billy stood up
and said, "Come on", and I followed him back to the bunk beds.  He told me
to sit down on the bottom bunk, which I did.  I was scared, and trembling a
little.  He stood up in front of me, pulled down his gray jogging pants and
white briefs, and pulled out his dick.
	I just looked at it, completely unsure what to do.  I had never
seen another boys cock like this.  It was hard already, pointing straight
at my face.  I had always known I had liked other guys - even before I knew
what the word "gay" meant - but nothing like this had ever happened to me.
Billy waited patiently for a moment, and said "Put it in your mouth."
	I did; I popped the head into my mouth for a few seconds and let it
rest on my tongue, and quickly pulled off and said "There, I did it."
	Billy said, "No, no, put it in your mouth and suck on it."  He
reached down and put his hand on the back of my head, and pushed it forward
toward his hard cock.
	So I did.  I took it into my mouth and started sucking.  It
tasted... like skin, basically.  With a little creamy, salty taste....
Very cool.  And the smell... smelled like Billy.  Very clean and manly,
somehow....  My dick was hard as a rock in my jeans.
	I sat there sucking on it like it was a straw.  I was terrified
because that someone might walk into the trailer - they were all out around
the campfire, I could hear them laughing and talking.  The bunk-bed area
was separated by a little divider so if someone came in they wouldn't be
able to see what was going on, but still...  I was nervous.
	But I was in heaven, I didn't want to stop.  I took his cock as far
as I could into my mouth, feeling his curly brown pubic hair tickle my
nose.
	After a while, Billy said "Move your head back and forth".
	I misunderstood.... I started turning my head left and right.
	He said, "No, back and forth, like this"; and he started thrusting
his cock into my mouth.  I stared going back and forth like he wanted, the
flesh of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth on my tongue.  I love the
feel and the smell and the taste of it.
	"Watch your teeth", he whispered at one point.
	Billy, for his part, seemed to be enjoying himself.  He gave a
little grunt and moan occasionally.  I was having fun too, but was too
worried to completely relax and enjoy it.  Billy told me not to worry if
someone came in he'd just tell them we were looking for cards in the drawer
by the bunk beds....  So I tried not to worry, and just sat there enjoying
the feel and the taste of the cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the
pleasure I was giving him.
	"Jack me off", he whispered, and I took his wet cock out of my
mouth and started gently stroking it with my fist.  After a while, he
whispered again, "Now lick my balls".  I did for a while, lapping them with
my tongue all around, getting them good and soaked.
	Finally Billy said in a soft voice, "Do you want me to suck you
now?"
	I had never been naked, or shown my dick, in front of anyone
before.  I was nervous, but did as he asked.  I stood up, unbuckled my
black denim jeans, and pulled them down.  He sat down where I had been, and
said "You have a big hard-on, I see.  You must love sucking dick", and he
pulled my small erect cock into his mouth.  A warm, wet feeling enveloped
it...  it was like nothing I had ever felt before.  A wonderful sensation.
I didn't know what to do; I just rested my elbows on the top bunk, and
enjoyed it as he expertly stroked my dick with his tongue and lips, in and
out.  I thought I was going to melt, it was amazing.
	After a while he stopped, and he stood up.  "We've been in here
long enough," he said.  He said he had an idea.  I had already told him
earlier that I was staying at camp the next day instead of going out
hunting, so I could get caught up on my homework.  Billy told me that he
was going to stay in camp too, and it would just be the two of us all day.
We would have privacy, and he had some other things he wanted to try with
me.
	I said "Okay" somewhat nervously, and we went back outside and sat
around the fire.  Nobody had asked us what we had been doing in Billy's
Dad's trailer.  I was sure I was looking very guilty, but nobody said
anything so I began to relax.  And I was REALLY looking forward to the next
day.  Billy acted normally around me, like nothing unusual had happened.
	The next morning, everyone left early as normal, but Billy had told
his dad that he was going to stay behind, I was going to help him with some
homework (which was believable, as I was a straight A student and he always
struggled in school.)  After everyone left, we went into his dad's camper,
locked the door in case someone came back early (we could always say we
didn't realize it was locked, but at least it would give us time), and went
back to the bunk-bed area.
	I sat on the bottom bunk and he pulled down his sweat pants.  His
cock was already hard.  I sucked him for what seemed like hours.  I would
lick the head which was oozing salty fluid and then go deep and touch my
nose against his hair, and I would take a deep breath savoring the smell of
him, which just electrified me.  I was very careful with my teeth, and was
soon able to take more and more of his cock back into my throat without
gagging.  At one point I instinctively grabbed his ass and pushed him
closer into me, and he let out a little whimper.
	He finally told me he wanted to suck me again, so I obliged and
stood up.  After a while of him bobbing his head back and forth on my cock,
and listening to me groan softly, finally enjoying myself without fear of
getting caught, he stopped; I started to pull my pants back up, but he
said, "Lay down on your belly, and pull your pants down below your ass."
	I had no idea what he was up to; I felt a bit nervous, but I was
not about to tell him no at this point.  I did as he asked, and he got on
his knees behind me.  He said, "You're going to like this".
	He positioned himself behind me and said, "Now raise your ass up."
I did what he said.  And to my shock I felt his big wet tongue slide
between my ass cheeks.  It felt like an electric shock went through my
body... he started tonguing my ass.  It felt so good, I didn't know what to
think or do other than to lie there and enjoy it.  Billy swirled his tongue
around and around, spreading my ass cheeks apart with his hands and darting
his tongue in and out of my hole.  I started panting and moaning louder,
and wriggling my ass, and pushing it back onto his tongue.  He started
playing with my hole with his finger for a while, making circles in and out
and around it, and then would start tonguing it again.  After a while he
stuck his finger in again, and started moving it gently in and out.  I just
kept moaning and gasping, and rolling my head back and forth on the bed, my
cock rock hard between my belly and the mattress.
	Billy said, "You like that don't you?" in a soft, sexy voice.  I
just gasped "Yes" as he kept fingering me, sticking his finger further in
each time and moving it back and forth a bit.
	After a while, he reached over and pulled something out of the
drawer near the bed.  In a few seconds, I felt him spreading something cool
and wet along my ass crack, and felt him working whatever it was into my
hole.  I didn't know what he was about to do. I had never heard of ass
fucking before.  I had never even thought about someone sticking a finger
up there, and how good it would feel.... I figured that he was putting
something on it to make it easier for his finger to slide in and out.  He
pulled me back and up a little so that I was face down, on my knees, with
my ass in the air.  He positioned himself behind me on his knees.  I felt
what I realized was his dick prodding me, trying to gain entrance into my
tight hole, and I felt a sudden panic.  I tried to turn around, to pull
away, but he whispered "relax - You're going to love this. Just relax."
	It slid in a little, and I felt my hole stretch... and it hurt!!  I
winced and gritted my teeth tight.  Billy just held his position, rubbed my
back a little, and kept saying "relax, relax".  He pushed in a little
further.  Bit by bit he slid his rock hard cock into me, and I realized -
at 14 - I was no longer a virgin.  He held it there for a minute while I
was getting used to it, and finally started thrusting in and out slowly.
It felt... weird.  I felt very full, and the pain started to fade.  He
started going a little faster, and by then I was gasping, grabbing the
sheets that were laying on the bed tight in my fists.  Billy started
pumping harder.  I can remember the sound and feeling of the slap of his
balls against my ass.  In and out he slid, grunting with each thrust, and
with each thrust I just gasped.  It was incredible.  I turned my head
around to look at him, his face was sweating and red, he was biting his lip
with an amazing, intense expression.  I turned back around and buried my
face in the blankets and he started pumping harder and harder, and I
started instinctively pushing my ass back to meet his thrust which each
motion.  We were both sweaty, and I could feel the sweat from his chest and
stomach against my back.  Faster and faster he thrust into me, he started
pounding his cock into me like an animal.  There was pain, but so much
pleasure.  It was like I was on fire inside.  He finally cried out and
collapsed on my back, and I could feel the hot load he shot up inside of
me.  I rolled over on my back, looked up at him, and jerked off with him
watching until I came all over my belly.
	We just looked at each other.  He said "Me and your uncle Derrick
do this all the time" and my jaw dropped... Uncle Derrick was my dad's
youngest brother, at the time he would have been about 28.  I was stunned,
but kinda relieved.  Obviously if that was kept secret, Billy would keep my
secret too.  We cleaned each other up, sat around a bit having breakfast,
and finally started working on some homework.  But neither of our minds
were on the math problems.  I couldn't believe what had just happened, what
I had just done.... And I knew that I loved it, that I would have to have
it again.
	This was the first of 3 encounters with Billy, all over the span of
about 1 year.  It's 16 years later now, and I still see him once in a
while, but after the 3rd and last encounter nothing ever happened between
us again.  Billy is married with a small son, and I am not out of the
closet my family, but at least one cousin knows the truth!  I'll follow-up
with details of the 2nd and 3rd encounters.