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Subject: First-time story #094 (gay)
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Message #94
To: All
Subject: Jason's Shower House:  Part I.

When I was 15, I spent 3 weeks of my summer vacation with my friend
Jason (Not his real name) at the Jersey shore.  Jason's parents owned
a beachfront bungalow 1/2 mile from a popular boardwalk.  We spent
most of our days either hanging out at the boardwalk, swimming or
just basking inthe sun.  At night, we stayed up late in Jason's bedroom
bullshiting and trying to impress each other with what little we
actually understood about sex.  We had each "discovered" masturbation
on our own, and had cautiously breeched the subject in our late night
discussions.    One afternoon, we bribed one of the adult "characters"
who frequented the boardwalk to buy us two bottles of cheap, sugary
wine (Boone's Farm) and we hid underneath the boardwalk, quickly
consuming the "evidence" to avoid being caught.  The immediate effect
was predictable: we both became gloriously drunk!  The subsequent
effect was also predictable: Jason lost his cookies and puked all
over himself.  Fearing the thought of returning to the bungalow and
having to explain matters to Jason's mother, I devised a plan to
first clean Jason up.  I would give him my pants to replace his soiled
outfit and I would wear the bathing suit I had on underneath.  We
went in to a public rest room to change.  It had those damn coin-operated
pay toilets so we were forced to crawl under the stall door to get
in.  Although we got looks from others in the rest room, we made
it.   (CONTINUED in Part II.)

Message #95
To: All
Subject: Jason's Shower House (continued):  Part II.

Inside the toilet stall, I took off my Levi's.  I wore a Speedo swim
suit underneath.  Jason stumbled out of his soiled Jams shorts and
stood swaying, now wearing only his jockstrap.  He threw up again
into the toilet, poor babe.  I managed to get him into the Levi's
and we snuck back to the bungalow as inconspicuously as possible.
Attached to the outside of the beach bungalow was a closet-sized
shower house for washing off before coming in from the beach.  We
ducked in to get him cleaned off properly under the shower.  Once
inside, we bolted the door and I proceded to strip Jason down.  He
giggled and seemed to be enjoying it.  As I peeled off his jock he
began to get a "boner."  I lifted him up under his armpits and walked
him to the shower head where we both stood beneath the running water.
By this time, I was also getting a hard-on.  Jason pointed to my
obvious bulge and began giggling uncontrollably: he was completely
naked with a stiff and upright erection.  Suddenly, he reached down
and yanked my bathing suit to my ankles. Now facing each other (we
were still so drunk we had to embrace each other just to stay on
our feet) our two cocks brushed against each other.  Then, with a
devilish grin, Jason grabbed the shaft of my prick and said, "Bet
I can make you shoot off!"  We looked at each other for a moment
and I took his cock in my hand and we "had at" each other under the
shower.   Jason and I thus discovered something new to fill our evenings
and we remained occasional J/O buddies over the next year (until
he discovered "girls").  I run into Jason every now and then, and
he still gives me that same devilish grin.

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