Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 12:42:56 PDT
From: Writer Now <writer_now@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Day of Firsts

Rummaging through an old computer hard drive of mine, I found this
file I wrote seven or eight years ago.  No, it's not true, but the
individuals in it are based on real people.  The locations are based
on real places.  Otherwise, it's a lot of wishful thinking on my part.


A Day of Firsts

by

Writer_Now@hotmail.com


I couldn't believe it when I saw the report on the local happy talk
news that night.  It was sweeps month which meant that they were
putting on titillating features guaranteed to draw big ratings.  The
segment that got me going was on a local nude beach.

They showed unfocused naked people from a distance and an occasional
rear end view but that's not what excited me.  What really turned me
on was the fact that the beach was within a mile of my house. Imagine,
it was there all this time and I never knew it!

Until that day, I had always led a pretty sheltered life.  Mom died
when I was eight and Dad never had too much time to spend with me.  We
rarely had father/son talks and we never talked sex.  In fact, it was
my wrestling coach who explained to me that I was a late bloomer and
didn't have to worry.  The guys on the team used to kid me about being
undeveloped, but they stopped when I became the champion of my weight
class.

Coach promised me that someday my voice would drop as would my
testicles, but until then I should enjoy the advantage I had over my
younger opponents.  Coach never lied to me and sure enough, during
that senior year in high school, I began to develop.

And now, at eighteen, with my high school graduation in a couple of
days and my first semester at Pepperdine three months away, I was
beginning to mature.  I was proud of the small crescent of tightly
curled blond hair that was beginning to develop above my dick.  I was
measuring my cock daily and my cut meat had grown to a more
respectable four inches by the end of the school year.  During the
nights when I played with myself, I still didn't shoot like the guys
on the team said they did, but I knew that would come with time.

Yeah, I was an underdeveloped late-bloomer, but that didn't mean  I
never had thoughts about sex.  Maybe because of my slow growth, I took
a great interest in guys' bodies.  I loved to look at their huge,
hairy dicks in the showerroom and loved to be naked with them.  I'm
not sure if I was an exhibitionist or just a nudist, but I loved to be
naked whenever I could.  I kept this secret to myself, though.  I
wasn't about to let my friends know I was a faggot who lusted after
their bodies.  I would have been banned from the wrestling team for
sure.

When Dad wasn't home (which was pretty much all the time) I would walk
around the house naked, letting my dick and balls flop around.  And
that year, as my body developed, I spent a lot of time in front of the
mirror.  The naked image that stared back at me from the full length
mirror was definitely going to become a stud in a few months.  In the
meantime, I was already proud of my body and ready to show it off to
the world!

I left the house about 10:00 the morning after the newscast.  The sun
was out and it was already in the eighties.  There was an onshore
breeze which meant that the beach would be crowded with plenty of
people trying to escape the heat.  I pedaled my bike the short
distance down the bluff road to the long strand of white sand that
ended abruptly at a jumble of boulders at the base of a cliff.
According to the news, the beach was beyond that pile of rocks.

After locking my bike at the rack near the restrooms, I hefted my
daypack onto my shoulder and worked my way to a well worn path leading
through the boulder field.  Sure enough, after hiking about 50 yards,
I rounded a turn and there was the beach!

The blinding white sand stretched for about a quarter of a mile and
ended at the base of another cliff.  The waves from the cool Pacific
surged upward onto the beach with about thirty or forty yards of open
sand between them and the base of the sandstone cliffs that rose
almost one hundred feet above, sheltering this half moon cove.

The sheltered cove was inspiring, but more impressive was the fact
that almost every person on the strand was enjoying the sun completely
naked.  Yeah, nudity turned me on, and the locker room at school was
my salvation; the freedom to let it all hang out, walk around nude,
and shower with my team in the gang showers had always been
exhilarating.  But that couldn't compare to this!

I worked my way down the path and walked along the beach trying to
find a good spot to put my towel.  And as I walked, I began to take in
the view.  There were men, women, and even children on the beach, all
of them seemingly oblivious to the spectacle surrounding them.  But,
as I worked my way across the warm sand, I noticed that the far end
was populated only by men.  I figured that for my first time here, I
would use that part of the beach.  I quickly made my way there and
placed my towel down.

And now came the moment of truth.  I removed my shirt and shorts in a
quick motion and then began to work off my briefs.  I had to work
quickly because the bulge in the tight, white cotton was beginning to
grow.  With its release, my penis instantly began to bob upward toward
my stomach; I immediately lowered my body onto the towel, belly down
in order to hide the stiffening erection.  I closed my eyes in
embarrassment as I imagined that all the men around me were probably
laughing at my predicament.  I kept my eyes shut for the longest time,
trying to will my erect dick back down.

"I'd know that white ass anywhere!" came a familiar voice above me.  I
opened my eyes and squinted up at the face of my wrestling partner,
Taylor.  Shit, now I was really embarrassed.  Here was my partner,
wearing the school gym shorts and a shirt advertising a local
wrestling camp.  There was a chance that he had probably seen my woody
and had probably laughed along with all the other guys nearby.  Well
all I could do was pretend that everything was normal and there were
no problems.

"Do you mind if I join you?  I always hate to spend the day here
alone."

"You've been here before?" I asked.

"Sure," Taylor replied.  "I come here almost every nice weekend.  And
now that school's out, I plan on spending even more time."

As he spoke, Taylor unrolled his towel and laid it down next to mine.
Next he removed his shirt and then lowered his gym shorts and kicked
them off.  I noticed that Taylor's short, thick circumcised cock was
soft and dangled neatly among his balls which were sagging low from
the heat of the sun.

Like me, Taylor was a late bloomer; At 120 pounds, he was well defined
and had a sparse growth of curly dark hair sprouting above his cock
and balls.  His dark skin was smooth with just a hint of hair
beginning to grow from his lower legs.

"What a great day!"  Taylor sat down facing the sun, stretching his
legs out and leaning back on his stiff arms.   With his legs spread
out slightly, his hairless balls rested on the towel and his penis
spread loosely on the nest that they formed.  He seemed completely at
home on the beach, as if it was as natural as sitting in his bathtub
at home.

"C'mon, turn over.  I don't want to spend the day talking to your
hienie."  Taylor talked to me in the half joking way he used during
wrestling when he had me in a hold I couldn't escape.

"I will in a while," I replied.  "Right now, I think I'll let the sun
warm my back.

"Oh!  You popped a boner, huh?" he laughed.

He saw the expression on my face and immediately apologized.  "Hey, I
understand.  Heck, it was weeks before I could lie here without the
big guy working its way up my belly.  But, Jim, it really doesn't
matter.  If you look around, there are others with the same problem.
Here's what you can do.  Turn over on your side facing me and nobody
will see it.  If anybody comes close enough to see, you can always go
back to your stomach."

"Yeah, and you'll fucking tease me about it for the rest of our
lives."

"Nah.  Your secret's safe with me.  Besides, I think most of these
guys would be impressed!"

Somewhat hesitantly, but encouraged by my partner, I rolled off my
stomach, onto my side, and propped my head on my hand.  Of course, as
I did so, my freed penis popped up, and with an audible slap, came to
rest against my abdomen.  I had the mother of all erections!

Even though I was red with embarrassment, the absolute freedom I felt
was exhilarating.  I thought to myself, God, I am naked, there are
nude guys all around me, I've got the biggest hard-on I have ever had,
and I am talking to my wrestling partner as if this happens all the
time.  I don't think I have ever felt so good!

"There, see, Jim?  I told you nobody would see anything."

"Nobody but you.  I can't believe I am doing this," I replied.

"Relax, in fact, I am getting incredibly turned on by it as well."

I looked down at Taylor's crotch and sure enough, his thick member was
beginning to grow.  As it reddened, it made small, quick jumps.  With
each jump it rose a little higher into the air.  Taylor's balls began
to churn in their loose sack, rising up and down.

"Shit, now I am having the problem.  You must be contagious."  With
that, Taylor turned onto his side and faced me, his dick reddening,
thickening, and elongating.

"Let's get out of here.  There's a niche up on the cliff that's a
great place to hang out.  Nobody knows about it and it's hard to find.
We'll be alone there."

We quickly got our clothes on and put our towels into my day pack.
Taylor led the way among the boulders at this end of the beach and up
a steep path through the tall weeds that grew out of the sandstone.
After about five minutes the path straightened out, leveled off, and
we were there.

Taylor was right.  Nobody could ever find this spot without knowing
about it before hand.  And if someone did approach, we would hear him
long before he saw us.  The niche had been carved by the wind and
blowing sand.  There was a slight overhang sheltering the ledge and
its surface was covered by a fine sand.  Facing the sun and
overlooking the blue Pacific, it was perfect for sunbathing naturally,
and perfect for being with friends during embarrassing moments.

With our towels down, we quickly stripped off our clothing.  We both
still sported our erections but this time, neither one of us cared.

"I often come here to beat my meat after a day down on the beach,"
Taylor said.  I looked down at his crotch and saw that he had started
to lightly stroke himself.  "If this makes you feel uncomfortable,
I'll stop.  But I've got to do something about this thing!"

I couldn't believe it.  Taylor was so natural about things like
hard-ons and jacking off, and who was I to say it was wrong?  Besides,
watching Taylor was exciting.  Soon I was playing with my own cock.

I began slowly, using my finger tips to move very lightly up and down
the underside of my shaft.  The tender spot near the plum colored head
of my cock had always been a favorite spot to tickle.  I shuddered
slightly as my fingers brushed it lightly.  Soon I was completely lost
in my self gratification.

"Damn, you're hot," Taylor said.  I looked over at him and noticed
that even though he was still pounding away on his on meat, his eyes
were concentrating on what I was doing to myself.  Reddening, I
stopped working on myself, not knowing what Taylor was thinking about
me.

"Hey, partner, don't worry about it.  Heck, we've been wrestling
partners for four years.  There isn't anybody in the world who knows
your body better than I do!"  With a laugh, Taylor reached over and
quickly moved into a head lock, working to roll me onto my back.

That old wrestling instinct took hold and I re-rolled him; he quickly
scrambled to a face down position.  I was quicker than he was, though,
and I was on top of him in an instant.  I snaked my right arm under
his right arm pit and slapped my hand onto the back of his neck. Using
leverage, I managed to roll him onto his back.  His natural reaction
was to wrap his arms around me and thrust his hips into me to bridge
out of the pinning combination.

We found ourselves locked together in this position, face to face,
stomach to stomach, hard-on to hard-on.  In all my years of wrestling,
this was the most sensual feeling I had ever encountered.  We rolled
around on my towel, but it was obvious that neither one of us wanted
out of the hold.

God, the feeling was incredible.  Our young, hard bodies were no
longer held in by the bonds of the tight wrestling singlets we wore in
practice.  As if by agreement, we both began squirming our bodies,
allowing our hard cocks to rub against each other.

Taylor's warm body was more than I could stand.  I began to move my
hips which caused my hard-on to move up and down on his sweaty belly.
The tender underside of my cock head moved in and out of Taylor's soft
pubic hair as I increased the pace of my hunching movements.

All this time, Taylor was doing to same to me.  His warm penis moved
up and down my sweaty belly as our arms and legs moved to hold on to
each other and bring our bodies even closer together.  This was my
idea of ecstasy; nude, I was entwined stomach to stomach with my bare
friend while the warm sun beat down on our sweaty, writhing bodies.

And then, something I had never felt before began building up deep
inside me.  I felt my testicles tightening up in their sack and my
muscles began tensing.  My body shuddered and I felt my cock release
itself as if I was going to pee except the feeling was so much better
than pissing.  My heart raced, my grip on Taylor tightened, and a
small low moan escaped from my mouth.

Taylor's body also tensed and I felt his arms and legs tighten around
my body.  My penis erupted and I felt pulse after pulse escape from
the opening.  The release of this substance felt incredibly exciting
and yet at the same time, it felt calming.  Meanwhile, I felt the warm
sensation of Taylor's cream on my stomach.  After the shudders
subsided, Taylor and I released each other and we fell back on our
towels.

"Shit, that was fucking awesome!" Taylor panted.  I looked over and
saw his boner was still as hard as ever and his stomach and chest were
coated in sweat and the milky substance that we had released
simultaneously.

I looked down on my own body and found it much the same.  Wondering at
the substance my body had released for the first time, I scooped some
of the cream onto my finger and sniffed it.  It had a smell something
like salty chlorine.  I tasted the substance and found that it wasn't
altogether a bad sensation.

"You eat the stuff?" Taylor asked?

Reddening, I admitted that this was the first time I had ever cum.

"Really?  God, this really is a turn-on!  You're a virgin!  Well,
you've got a lot to learn.  We'll just have to make up for lost time."

I looked over at Taylor's thick meat standing erect among the small,
curly mass of hair on his belly.  It was making those jumping motions
again and Taylor reached down to take care of it.  This time I watched
to see what it really looked like when somebody played with himself.

Taylor began masturbating by lightly circling his hand around his
cock's crown.  At the same time, he reached down with his other hand
and began to knead his warm, sagging balls.  His forefinger moved
lightly up and down the underside of his shaft stopping to tickle the
loose folds of skin near the head.

This was the first chance I had ever had to look closely at a cock
other than my own, so I moved in closer.  At Taylor's side with my
head resting on his hip, My eyes were within inches of his cock so I
could get a good look at it.  I noticed that as he stroked, a large
blue vein on the side of the shaft bulged.  His smooth balls began to
tighten up into his belly and the sparse, dark pubic hairs began
glistening with sweat.

I reached over and helped Taylor with his work.  Tentatively, I
touched his penis, finding it as stiff as a finger, but incredibly
warm to the touch.  When he moaned lightly, I looked up at Taylor's
face but his eyes were closed so I continued to concentrate on his
cock and balls.  I moved my fingers lightly up and down the underside
of his shaft and even more lightly on his balls.  Taylor continued to
moan and soon his hips were moving up and down in time with his
strokes.

Incredibly, a small drop of clear liquid emerged from his dick slit
and sparkled in the sun.  Curious, I moved my forefinger up to the
head of his reddening member and touched the glistening liquid.  It
was slippery but at the sticky at the same time.  When I moved my
finger towards my face so I could sniff the substance, a shiny string
of it trailed through the air from his piss slit to my face.

I looked up at Taylor's smooth face.   His eyes were open now and he
was looking at me intently.

"Go ahead.  Do what you want with it.  I'm very attached to the big
guy, but it's yours for now."

I moved my face closer to his crotch.  I had never been so close to a
penis before.  Now I understood what they meant by saying the eyes are
just another sex organ.  I could feel my hard-on stretching to ever
greater dimensions as I humped his leg, all the while watching the
movements of his own erect member.

Slowly I brought my mouth to the tip of his penis and stuck out my
tongue to take my first taste.  Still watching my every move, Taylor
let out another quiet moan when I my wet tongue touched his cock head.

It didn't taste so bad!  In fact, the sticky, clear liquid had hardly
any taste at all.  I grew bolder and began moving my tongue over the
head of his dick, exploring the contours and crevices.  Taylor's
moaning grew louder as the wet warmth tickled the crevice on the
underside of his circumcised member.

"Fuck!  You'd better stop, bro, or I gonna cum all over your face!"

I didn't pull my head away, though.  I continued to lick and tickle
the head, increasing the speed of ministrations.  I could feel his
body heaving as breathing grew heavier; his chest was rising up and
down with each huge intake of air.  My head, resting on his abdomen
began to raise up as well as Taylor lifted his hips up. It was as if
he was trying to bridge a wrestling opponent to keep from being pinned
to the mat.  His dick grew even harder and after hearing a quiet, but
high pitched scream from his throat, I knew he was about to erupt.

My curiosity got the better of me.  I had never seen anybody, not even
myself, shoot before so I wasn't about to move off.  Suddenly his piss
slit opened up, almost as if in slow motion, and a globule of thick,
white liquid emerged.  It flew up though the air as if under its own
power and came down somewhere in my sweaty hair.  Another emerged and
hit my temple, dribbling down onto my cheek.  Spurt after spurt
erupted from that slit and landed on my face, from my hair down to my
chin.  Finally it ended with a small dribble from Taylor's spent cock.

It was so fucking hot!  My wrestling partner for three years was
allowing me to play with him all I wanted and didn't care what I did.

"Damn, that was good!  Why the fuck haven't we done this before," said
Taylor as he tried to catch his breath.  We gotta fucking make up for
lost time, bro!  Let me show you what else can be done with a mouth."

He instructed me to lay on my back while he positioned himself,
kneeling between my legs.  For the first time in my life, I was
allowing somebody to examine my small, but growing tool.  He used his
hands to gently stroke my penis and to cradle my loose balls in their
hairless sack.  I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch what
he was doing.

"God, you're perfect," he moaned.  "Pay close attention here, partner.
I'm gonna teach you how to be a champion cocksucker."

He pulled my rock hard dick as far as he could from its position
nestled among the sparkling curls of my small, sweaty bush of tightly
curled pubic hairs.  His tongue reached out tentatively and cupped the
sensitive underside of my cockhead.  I moaned from the extreme
ecstasy.

"Tastes good," Taylor said.  "Now, the most important thing is to wrap
your lips around your teeth.  You don't want to hurt the thing or bite
it off!"  He proceeded to move his mouth down and covered my cock head
with his mouth.  He moved up and down slightly, but what I felt most
was his warm, wet tongue as it explored my sensitive dickhead.  I
moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked lightly at my piss slit. He
came back up for air.

"Next," he said, "you want to move slowly down the shaft until you
can't go any farther.  Then you need to go farther!  It takes a while
to get used to it.  I used to gag a lot but I have practiced a lot."

He moved down to my pulsating dick and slowly wrapped his mouth around
my small penis.  His tongue made swirling motions as his mouth went
slowly down the length of my shaft.  Soon I could feel the soft fleshy
tissue at the back of his mouth as his upper lip approached my sparse
patch of pubic hairs.  An electric shock went through me as his thraot
opened up and warmly engulfed the head or my penis.  He then began to
move slowly up my shaft before descending again to the base of my
cock.  Again and again he pumped, increasing the speed.  I couldn't
last much longer.

I felt an unfamiliar stirring behind my balls as my hips rose up to
meet Taylor's mouth.  My chest rose and fell with each huge breath. My
head arched back, my legs stiffened, and my toes curled.  For the
second time in my life I felt a tingling course through my body as I
shot another load.  Once, twice, three times I shot into the warm
mouth of my wrestling partner.  I then collapsed, exhausted as Taylor
moved off of my dick and laid back on his own towel.

"Lesson number three," he said after his own breathing calmed down.
"Always swallow!"

Spent, we stayed side by side for almost a half hour without talking.
Taylor finally broke the silence with quiet chuckling which quickly
grew to full laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked, unable to hold back my own laughter.

"Us!" he replied.  "Look at the fucking two of us.  You've got cum all
over your hair and face.  We both have it all over our bodies.  We're
sweaty and hot and you're gonna get a fucking sunburn if you don't put
some sunscreen on your balls!"

We rolled on the ground, laughing at the sight of the two of us.  That
only made things worse as the course sand stuck to our sweaty bodies.

"We better go back down to the beach and wash off."

Neither of us bothered to put on clothes as we descended the path to
the beach below.  Where the path from our ledge merged with the main
path we ran into two young men in their twenties, hand in hand walking
up from the beach below.  I imagined where they were going and what
they were planning.

Arriving at the beach again, I noticed that most of the men at this
end watched us as we, two naked boy figures, snaked our way through
the naked bodies to find a place to put out towels.  Sneaking a peak
at my young friend, his tightly muscled and compact budding body, I
imagined how envious those men must be.

After putting our towels down, we rushed to the water, diving into a
crashing wave.  The two of us cleaned our bodies off and then spent a
while playing in the water.  I dove under and grabbed Taylor's
shrunken dick and he did the same to me.  We body surfed in the
crashing waves for a while and then made our way to our towels to lie
down and dry off in the warm sun.

Eventually dry, Taylor rumaged through his daypack and brought out a
bottle of SPF 35 sunscreen.

"Here, put this on.  It'll save you a lot of pain later."

I spread it over my skin, paying close attention to the parts of my
body that had never seen the sun before.  As I stroked it over my
loose balls and my penis, I felt the stirrings of another erection.
This time, though, I was able to keep with from being really
noticeable.  What the fuck, I thought to myself.  If these guys are
really that interested, then I might as well give them a show.

"Doesn't that thing ever stay down?"

I replied, "After today, I think it's permanently in that position.
Are you embarassed to be seen with me?"

"Fuck no," Taylor said.  "These guys here are eating this up.  You're
the fucking hottest thing to hit this beach in a long time."

The two of us spent the rest of the day together talking, sleeping,
and playing in the water.  We didn't return that day to the ledge
above the beach, but Taylor and I because closer than ever.  We spent
time at my house, I slept at his, and we became inseparable that
summer.