Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2004 22:22:10 -0500
From: Gerald Simmons <umpire@columnist.com>
Subject: Young Jock's Sexual Awakening

I have always been a sports nut, and I was definitely a late bloomer when
it came to being interested in girls, but I am not really gay even though
some of my first sexual experiences were with guys in school.

This is the story of my first experience. The first sexual-awakening
experience was sort of weird, but it led to a much more pleasurable one.
Here is how it started:

As a 9th grader, I joined the High School Football team. One of the
requirements for this was to get a physical from this school-approved
doctor. I think they had basically worked out a cheap deal with this
guy, but we all had to go to this one certain doctor.

He was middle-aged, but not too old. He was the type that liked to try
to get kids to relate to him so that they would trust him and tell him
stuff that they wouldn't tell their parents. Anybody who has had one of
these exams knows that at one point the doctor is going to start feeling
around your balls. While this guy was doing this, he told me that my
balls looked bigger than normal, and he thought maybe I had a hernia.
Without going into all of the medical details, it led to him asking me
whether my balls were always big or were they sometimes more normal. I
hadn't paid much attention to what other guys' balls looked like
(although I had certainly seen other guy s in the showers and stuff.) I
didn't know how to answer his question.

I think he thought I was embarrassed or something because he started
trying to ask the question in other ways. I finally told him that I
thought my balls were normal. He then he sort of suggested/asked me if
it would help for him to show me what he was talking about. I thought he
was going to go get some book with pictures or something. But the next
thing I know he is loosening his belt and pulling his pants down.

I was a little scared, but I was also excited about the prospect of being
able to exam someone's dick and balls up close. And this guy had one of
the thickest dicks I had ever seen, and he was uncut. I didn't recall
ever having seen someone uncut before, so I was really turned on. He
started talking to me like some sort of professor, telling me to notice
this and that about his balls. Finally, he sort of paused and said, go
ahead and take a closer look. My dick was getting hard and I since I was
still standing there totally exposed, I appreciated the chance to kneel
and hide myself. Plus, I was very excited about getting closer.

He asked me whether I could see what he was talking about, but I wanted
to continue, so I played dumb. Eventually he told me to feel his sack so
that I can feel how loose his balls were within it. I paused, but he
told me to go ahead. I positioned my hand so that as the tips of my
fingers followed his directions, the rest of my hand was practically
wrapped around his dick. By this time, I was hard as a rock, so I really
didn't want to have to stop and stand up. He told me to feel my own
balls, as I felt him, so that I could tell the difference. I just kept
rubbing and prodding without saying anything, so finally he told me to
stand up.

I stood up slowly, but there was no way to hide my gigantic hard-on. He
guided my hands to feel the same parts of his balls and my balls and was
explaining the differences. His thumb was sort of hooked over the top of
my erect dick. As he was talking he began telling me not to be
embarrassed about my "erection." He told me it was natural at my age to
be curious and turned on by other guys. He started talking to me like a
friendly counselor asking me about my experience and knowledge about
sex. I continued to play dumb, and he transitioned from me feeling his
and my balls to feeling our dicks. His was beginning to get hea rd too.
He began talking about masturbation and sex as he guided me to gently
jack us off.

Suddenly he got to the end of his little speech and he let go of my
hands. I think at this point I was supposed to stop jacking us off, but
I didn't. He sort of laughed and told me that I needed to stop before we
went too far. He asked me whether I had ever cummed. I told him I
wasn't sure, and he sort of allowed me to keep going until I cummed,
while he talked away about it all. He grabbed a paper towel and
positioned his hands to catch my cum. It didn't take me long, and he
cleaned me up.

Before I left, he asked me whether there were any other boys that I had
experimented with; I told him the truth that this was the first time I
had ever done anything like this. He was a little embarrassed because it
sounded like I was accusing him of having sex with me. He told me that
he thought it would be a good thing for me, and he said he knew some guys
that might be good partners for me, and that he might send one my way.
This was all very strange to me, and I didn't know what to make of it.

For several days, I fantasized about middle-aged guys coming to my house
and conducting sexual lessons like school or something. Eventually I
sort of forgot about his promise, so when Charlie stopped me in the hall
one day asking me to meet him after football practice at his car, I had
no idea what was up.

Charlie was an 11th grader, so I wasn't part of his group of friends at
all. It was a complement that he even knew my name! He was pretty
popular, so I knew which car was his, and I was waiting for him. I
remember thinking I was so cool as I left with my friends that played
football when I stopped at his car and told them that he had asked me to
hook up with him after practice. If I had had any idea what this was
about, I would never have let them know that I was meeting him!

He came out, and I still remember how his hair was still dripping as if
he hadn't even tried to dry it at all. He told me to hop in, and we took
off in his truck. He didn't start talking immediately. I didn't know
what was going on, but I was thrilled to be treated like one of his
friends. Finally he started asking me little questions about football.
He seemed like he didn't know what to say, and this was very strange. He
was the popular jock, and I was the nobody 9th grader. He should be
confident, and I should be nervous. He started kind of griping about
having to go get a p hysical, and he seemed to want to know what I had
thought of the experience. I tried to be neutral and agree with whatever
his opinion was. Finally he said that Dr. ------ had talked to him about
me, and had asked him to "show me the ropes" about sex and stuff.
Suddenly I realized what was going on, but I almost started laughing at
his choice of words because it sounded like something that the doctor
would have said. Charlie seemed to be wanted to get my agreement, and I
gave it to him. At that point, he seemed relieved.

He asked me, "so you want to experiment and stuff?"

I said "yeah, I guess so." He didn't like that answer, so I told gave
him a definite "yes."

At this point my dick was getting hard, because I was thinking that he
was going to yank out his dick and let me start playing with it or
something. Instead he headed back to school. He told me that we would
get together Friday night, and he asked me whether I could tell my
parents that I was going out to hang out at his house to watch TV or
something. I told him I thought I could. Charlie made sure that I knew
not to tell my friends that we were getting together Friday.

I was really nervous asking permission from my parents, but it worked out
okay. They were happy that I was making friends with other guys on the
team. I didn't really tell them at this point that Charlie was two
year's older than me. During the week Charlie didn't really talk to me
much, but he acted like he knew me. I also noticed that he started
checking me out when I walked to the shower. It almost gave me a boner
when I noticed him watching me.

We had a home game Friday night, and Charlie told me to hang out in the
locker room until he was ready to go. As he was leaving I followed him
but not in a way that made others think we were leaving together. As we
walked to his truck, I was pretty nervous. We didn't talk at all until
he got home, and then he talked very casually with his Mom as he told her
that we were going to watch TV in his bedroom. I followed him upstairs
and into his room. He closed and locked to door, grabbed the remote and
turned on the TV. He turned the volume up a little bit more than he
probably would if we were actually going to watch it.

He stripped off his shirt, and looked over at me and told me to "relax."
I was sitting on his bed in the position as if I was watching the TV. I
was wondering whether he was going to strip off all of his clothes, but
he only took off his shirt. He then plopped himself down next to me on
the bed. I was sitting on the edge, and he was lying back with his knees
hanging over the edge next to me. I looked back at him, and he had his
arms behind his head. His chest was very nice looking, and for some
reason his exposed underarm hair really turned me on.

I was getting a hard-on, and I sort of collapsed back on my elbow beside
him. Finally he said, "Undo my pants." So i fumbled at his belt and the
button and zipper on his pants. I folded back his pants. I still
remember the pattern of little triangles on his boxers. He wasn't hard
or anything at this point. I didn't go any further. He started
massaging my shoulder, and he asked me what sort experimenting I had in
mind.

I gave him some answer like "I dunno." He asked me about what I had done
before, and that was a really short conversation because I hadn't done
anything beyond what had happened in the doctor's office. I wasn't
really comfortable telling him about that, and I thought he might know
anyway.

He reached down and started rubbing my hard dick through my pants.
Charlie said "Why don't you let that bad boy out?"

I stood up and started taking off all of my clothes. I started with my
shoes and pants, so my dick was sticking out from underneath my shirt and
undershirt as I took them off. As I was almost done, he got off the bed
and came over beside me and started rubbing me and kissing the back of my
neck. His pants were still hanging open, and I could begin to see his
dick getting hard. I stuck my hand down the front of his pants, found
his fly, and I stuck my hand in. He got really hard at this point, and I
pulled him out. I kneeled down in front of him, and he moved back to
lean on the bed. I enjoyed slowly pulling his pants and underwear down.
I loved slowly exposing his pubic hair, forcing his hard dick down as I
slipped his boxers down, having his hard dick pop back up slapping the
bottom of my chin. At that point I instinctively took it in my mouth,
and I began licking and sucking it. I started jacking myself off. He
told me to stop, and he took over with his hand. He made me cum all over
him. At that point I was spent and I didn't really want to do anything
more.

He went to get a wet washcloth, and cleaned up my dick and balls. While
he was doing this my cum was dripping down his front. He then handed me
the rag and lied back down the bed, and I cleaned him up. He was still
very hard, so I began jacking him off. finally he came all over himself,
and I got to clean him up again. He dozed off for a few minutes, and I
think I did as well. He took me home after that, and I jacked off again
when I got home.