Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 03:32:02 -0800 (PST)
From: jay written <wanttotry2@excite.com>
Subject: First Touch

This is a story-just alittle exaggerated- of my first contact.  It does
depict the enjoyment of a teen boy touching another teen boy.  If that
bothers you, feel free to go to something else.  If you had any similar
experiences, I would love to hear about them.  Thanks.


First Touch
by wanttotry2@excite.com



	As I moved from my adolescent years to late teen, I found myself
more and more interested in my best friend who lived next door.  We had
been neighbors for several years as his family moved in shortly after we
did in the new development in Central Florida.

	We were the same age, but different in just about every other way.
I was studious and had no trouble in school; David struggled and expressed
his discontent through repeated suspensions, fights, and confrontations
with teachers, etc.  He had a wide, engaging smile, a fantastic look and
was very physical in everything he did.  For example, when we played
football, he played hard and usually one of us got hurt. Keeping up with
him sometimes cost me some pain though I always thought it was worth it to
be hanging around him. Though we were so much different, we really got
along well.  He really challenged my darker side much to the dismay of my
parents and family.  It was just fun to be around him.

	One thing about David was that he was driven by sex as he matured.
He seemed to be one constant hard-on no matter what we were doing.  I
played to that side of him. One of the things that helped support my value
to him was made up stories that I spun about a kid and myself in my Boy
Scout troop whom I purported loved to suck me off.  Every campout was an
opportunity to come back with another adventure with my make believe David
(David #2) and how it felt to be sucked off.  He couldn't get enough of it.
I played out these stories in the evenings as we would go for long walks
around the neighborhood. At times we just sat in their old car in the back
yard as we talked. It wasn't uncommon for him to beat his meat as we sat
there while I explained in great detail what David #2 did to me that
weekend.  David #1 definitely was hormone driven and, knowing that
increased my interest in him all the more.

	I had become more and more aware that I was drawn to him sexually
as the years went on.  Every move he made and word he spoke was like pollen
to a worker bee for me.  I would have done anything, just about, to have a
chance to freely explore what I had only dreamed about under those jeans.
I fantasized ways to get under those pants to see first hand the meaty
luggage he carried around.  It had grown in my head into a 2-foot long
piece of savory sausage.  Just to get a look at it, I even went so far as
to spike his kool aid one night with crushed up sleeping pills.  It worked
somewhat, but as he was getting sleepy, he decided to go home.

	I had just about decided that I would never get to enjoy the feel
of his organ when through a variety of circumstances he and I, with the
help of his uncle decided to run away.  It was the event that led to me
finally getting to see and touch the object of my obsession.

	David and I had coordinated our run and when the time came we were
over the back fence and into his uncle's car. We were free. The first night
we spent in the car.  David and I slept in the front so that his uncle
could lay down in the back seat.  That was not the night that opened his
body up to me, but rather a precursor to that which I was to experience the
following night.  As we lay in the seat kind of huddled together I had
already begun breathing deeply thinking that within reach of my hand was
his crotch and the zipper hiding from me.  With the most careful movements
possible, I feigned movement in my sleep and ended it with resting my arm
on his thigh as he was sleeping on his side.  For what seemed like an hour
or longer, I waited to see if there was any movement by him to remove my
arm.  Feeling none I worked up the nerve to go the next step.  Again I
moved in my sleep pushing my arm forward so that my arm hung over his thigh
at my elbow down the front of his pants.  The heat of his body, even
through his pants, was terrific.  Again I waited to gauge any response to
remove my arm and there was none.  With some minor adjustments, my hand was
moving freely directly in front of the bulge in his jeans that I was
determined to finally touch.  I moved my cupped hand like I was getting
ready to pick up a baseball and moved it forward, guessing at the spot I
needed let it rest.  My breathing had become very labored and I worked to
control the sound of it.  My heart beat a hard, steady rhythm anticipating
what I would finally find.

	My hand slowly moved forward until I felt the welcomed bulge hit
the palm of my curved hand.  I stopped for a second now noticing my own
dick was throbbing with excitement cramped into my own jeans unable to
spread itself out.  I couldn't move in fear of disturbing what my hand was
feeling, but I couldn't leave it unattended for long as I knew the
discomfort and pain would increase.  I cursed my stupidity and focused
again on the bulge my eager fingers had surrounded.  Carefully I pressed my
hand up against the jeans.  I could feel the rib of the zipper and the
volume of what was laying beneath was the size of a softball and I
carefully pressed forward against it.  I pressed once and then again as I
felt package below pressed back against my hand.  I was frustrated with the
jeans as they provided an effective barrier to really feeling the details
of the cum-spitting dragon curled up below in its cotton cave.  I debated
pulling down the zipper just enough to poke in a finger and work my way
though the pee hole of his underwear to finally get a deserved payoff for
my efforts.  I pictured in my mind how it would work and what that touch
would finally feel like.  The more I pictured it, the harder my own dick
became along with the already unbearable pressure and pain.  I tried to
press against my crotch with my other hand but it was stuck soundly under
me.  I decided to continue as long as I could stand the pain and get as far
as I could.

	I moved my hand slightly and slid my finger under the flap along
the zipper.  I moved it slowly along the steel thread until I touched the
pull hoping with a little urging it would slip right down the track, but
no.  I used my index finger and thumb against the pull, carefully trying to
negotiate the opening.  After some fumbling and frustratingly unsuccessful
efforts coupled with mounting discomfort of my own dick continuing to press
for room, the zipper pull slid down the first couple of ribs. My heart
exploded and my breathing was labored and excited though I tried now to
control it as well.  Again my finger pressed down on the sliver metal
tab. Again it slid a little further.  Now there was enough room at the top
of the tab to fit my finger in the separated zipper and push the zipper tab
from above.  Slowly it moved down it prescribed path opening up more and
more space leading to what lay beneath.  To make matters worse, as I was
worked on the metal gate, I began to notice the stirring of my own need
deep in my gut.  Though my dick was crooked and cramped, it didn't seem to
dull the demand to release what was building up in me.  I couldn't move and
I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it when and if it came.

	I focused in earnest on my task.  The zipper stuck in place a
couple of times, but determined urging from above it forced open the fabric
barricade. When I tried one more time using my thumb and forefinger the
zipper slid all the way down.  I released a deep sigh of relief and
excitement, as I knew now I would be able to explore what lay beneath.  My
only regret was that I my fingers didn't have eyes.

	I waited for a time to gauge as to whether any of this movement and
pressure had brought David out of his deep sleep.  I couldn't detect any
change in his breathing or heart rate and so decided to waste no time in
getting my first feel of his pound of flesh.  As I moved my fingers toward
the opening I was able to position my first and middle finger in through
without forcing any movement of the open fly.  Both fingers entered waiting
for any evidence of what lay beneath.  Together they hit against the cotton
fabric of his BVD's.  As I moved my fingers up, I hit the bottom of the
waistband that hugged his slim tight abdomen.  So far, so good, I thought.
But when I traced them down toward his crotch, they quickly hit the bottom
of the zipper restricting any further movement toward my prize and my two
exploring fingers.

As I worked to get them down toward his crotch I noticed the cotton fabric
was moving out away from his body revealing that something was taking up
space behind it, pushing it out.  My breathing quickened and my heart raced
as my fingers stalled just a short distance away.  I could not go any
lower.  I couldn't believe I had stopped this close!  I tugged on the
bottom of the fly hoping to open up the path.  It wouldn't give.  I pulled
harder forgetting about David's sleep.  I had to touch him!  The pants
would not give. Frustrated I hooked my fingers and reached in and behind
the opening.  The back of my fingers rubbed along the cotton holder and in
a short time I could feel the outline of his sleeping snake.  I let my
fingers linger just barely moving back and forth so as to pick up any
nuances of what lay behind the cotton. I could tell my target was twisted.
I felt its softness giving in to the pressure.  I closed my eyes and tried
to picture what I couldn't see.

	At the first touch my own need was growing and pushing its way
forward I squeezed my legs together hoping to numb the feeling and extend
my time.  I held them tight against each other and redoubled my efforts to
create a mental picture of my target.

Carefully I rubbed the backs of my fingers up and down the length of what I
could reach. I felt the soft curves and could make up where it was twisted
around itself as it lay peacefully in its nest.  I could slightly make out
the ridges of its cap silently tucked beneath the uncircumcised skin
sheath. My whole body was exhilarated. My fingers lingered at each new spot
or discovery.  I stretched them further down into the lair of this young
monster and searched for just one touch of either of the two factories I
visualized pumping out millions of David's delectable seed waiting to be
released.  My fingers continued to investigate its surroundings pressing
and touching here and there, but neither could be found.

I wanted so much more. My body ached to wrap my fingers around his
slumbering flesh or just to touch it flesh to flesh- just for a second.
Tracing along cotton brief outlines wasn't satisfying my need now that I
was that close. I had to go the next step; I had to touch it. I followed
the cloth rib of the underwear opening up near the top and slid my fingers
underneath. Once again I had to bend my fingers to explore behind the
cotton though very restricted now. Immediately I could feel the dense
growth of David's pubic hair as well as the pent up body heat.  My nose
began to pick up faint musky smell heightening my desire like an
aphrodisiac.  My two fingers traveled downward slow but determined.  I
placed my thumb on the outside of his jeans on the bulge where I thought
the treasure of flesh waited to be discovered to gauge how far my two
exploring fingers would have to move.  The heat of his body drew a sweat
from my own forehead and the palms of my hand.

	The first touch caught me by surprise and I instinctively drew my
fingers away as though burned by a match, but as soon as I realized I had
struck gold, I replaced both fingers and let them soak in their first touch
against the soft, warn skin. I squeezed hard with my thighs again
struggling to quell the deep bubbling explosion ready to come out.  My
fingers moved back and forth along the ridge wondering exactly where I was
touching. I pressed and prodded feeing the skin press back against the tips
of my fingers.  I don't even recall breathing or my heart beating.  It was
as if time stood still.  I tried to maneuver my fingers and wrist to
capture the full length available, but what I wanted most of all was to
feel the soft wrinkled skin that guarded the entrance to his mushroom head.
Without warning my fingers noticed that it began to move.  Little by little
it lengthened and gained in width as it stirred as though awakening.  It
was being loaded with blood and was struggling to straighten and expand but
I knew would son run out of room and be in the same condition as my own and
just as uncomfortable.  I listened to David's labored breathing and I
noticed to his thighs began to twitch under my arm.  I prayed that he would
not wake up but knew it was only a matter of time. There was so much more
to feel. My only chance to fin room for his growing monster to alleviate
the discomfort as it grew.  I thought that if I helped untangle his dick
and pointed it toward his stomach perhaps there would be enough room to
stop the discomfort.

	I stretched my two fingers in as far as they would go and tried to
hook the growing muscle of skin so as to pull it up and straighten it out.
I knew this too was a risk and could easily wake David up, but I had to
try.  As I pulled upward, I could feel it give little by little until all
at once it pooped up as though freed from a trap.  I stopped all of my work
waiting to see if my bold action had waken him, but I still detected no
movement.  My own dick was tightly packed and ready to shoot out what had
been forced back.  I squeezed my thighs again, hard, and got the desired
result giving me more time.
	As my hand returned to the open jeans, my fingers could immediately
feel the solid pole sticking up toward his stomach. I noticed too that it
was till somewhat restricted by the top of his jeans.  I determined quickly
that I had gone this far and would not be stopped.  Thankfully David never
wore a belt so all there was to do was free the metal button from its hole
and he would be completely open.  I knew that if he awoke any time from
that point forward, I would be found out.
	The button gave little resistance and the flap fell open.  Though I
still couldn't see, my sense of touch immediately flooded my brain as my
fingers ran the full length of his dick now fully available to me.  While
it was still covered by the cotton briefs, I was enjoying more of him than
I had ever done before.
	My fingers squeezed and probed the solid outline. I relished its
size and girth.  Each touch brought the deeper desire for more.  Before
long I found myself focused on the bulb-like mushroom head. I squeezed the
blood from it and felt it come back to life time after time.  I finally
could stand it no more and once again slipped my fingers into the cotton
slit in front until my fingers were wrapped around his hot rigid tool.  It
was skin to skin and the second I felt it I automatically began move up and
down the shaft as far as i could knowing what would happen and not even
thinking any more about David possibly waking.  His breathing was deep and
I continued on this mission of no return. My own need had become so urgent
I was sure there was no stopping my own eruption No mind, I had to keep
going.  For a break I lifted my hand and pulled back the elastic back
hugging his stomach until I could get two fingers in from the top.
Immediately they searched out what I wanted to touch most, his fully hidden
meaty head.  As soon as my finger felt the loose skin folded over his
swollen head my own sperm rushed for release.  I gritted my teeth as the
spasm shook my body. Because I was still twisted and cramped, there was no
immediate escape and the growing volume of fluid was stuck in the escape
canal.  I had never felt this before and its mixture of pain and pleasure
heightened the excitement and feeling.  Contraction after contraction
forced more cum to the mixture adding to the pain and pleasure.  I was
dizzy with my new feeling.  As the contractions stopped and small drops of
fluid began navigating the twisted exit to dribble out onto my underwear,
my senses returned.  Everything I had risked that evening was not worth it
as that feeling would never be forgotten.
	Back to my exploration of my new friend.  My fingers soon navigated
the opening of the skin covering his sizable mushroom head. and I rubbed
across the surface underneath.  The combination of finally exploring the
head of this beautiful organ and the still substantial pleasure of the
pressurized climax caused my own cock to begin filling once again.  The
feeling of the trapped semen, the pressure of my dick trying to expand and
now my fingers playing a quiet tune on the David uncircumcised skin and
knobby head was exhilarating taking me to a new height of sexual pleasure
and exhilaration.
	As I rested my hand on the object of my need, I noticed that the
sky through the front window was being to lighten.  Morning was on its way.
I cursed the sun as I knew there was little time left before I had to have
David's jean back to the way they were.  I detested leaving his now gorged
weapon of skin.  I wanted hours to explore each ridge, curve and vein along
its sizable length.  I couldn't even see it!  For the last few minutes, I
used my fingers to measure its knobby head, its circumference.  I pulled
the elastic band of his underwear just a bit more so my hand could finally
reach in and touch its steel hard shaft and feel it rest in the palm of my
hand.  I need more! As the sky lightened, I took just one more light
squeeze knowing he could wake up at any moment.  Finally I forced my hand
from its prize and began the task of putting him back together not
remembering he was soft when I started and now there was a raging 6 in bull
refusing to go back into its pen.  It was not going to curl up now and lay
quietly in its cotton pocket.  I was panicking as I tried to carefully
manipulate this skin-covered rebar into place.  Finally I got it to lay to
the side enough that it was not covered again by the briefs. Quickly I
worked on the button and then the zipper until all was in place.
	The closed car reeked of the sexual intrerlude.  My dick had now
softened enough that the front of my jeans proudly displayed a large wet
spot in the crotch.  As the other's woke, I had to make up a story about a
wet dream and go into the gas station bathroom to change.  As I did I
recalled in my mind every detail of my night with David'; little dragon.  I
did not know that the next night, I would get all the time and opprotunity
in the world to not only touch, but see every inch of it.  It was the first
sight of that part of David I most admired and needed.
	During the second night I realized David knew what was going on
the whole time and for several years after that I enjoyed providing David
personal service.