Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2001 21:17:24 -0500
From: Tim <jerziguy@prodigy.net>
Subject: Backyard Adventure

This is a "First Time" mostly true story. The names have been changed and
some slight embelishments added to make up for details that have faded from
memory over time.

Backyard Adventure
By Tim Laurence

My first time was long ago, in the mid-1950's.  I was 11 years old.  Sexual
discovery had swept through my circle of friends like a wildfire.  My
introduction to masturbation came from my friends Jimmy and George.  We
were playing in a weed covered lot when they suddenly rolled on the ground,
under some bushes for cover, and pulled out their young cocks and began
stroking at a rate that turned their hands into a blur.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Jerking off...oh yea...jerking off" they managed to get out through their
giggles.  I had no idea what that was and was shocked at what had to be a
bad thing to do, but couldn't take my eyes off them.

Later that day, alone in my room, I took out my flaccid dick.  Tentatively,
I began gently pulling it up and down.  A feeling of contentment and
pleasure filled me as my cock swelled to hardness.  My hand pumped faster
and faster...oh what a feeling.  Far too young to cum, I had my first dry
orgasm.  I quickly mastered the technique.

In no time every boy in the neighborhood was an accomplished jerk off.  Our
first shared vice, long before our first cigarette, was the circle jerk.
Whenever we were together in a group in a private place we inevitably would
find ourselves beating off together.  If we weren't playing with ourselves
we were talking about sex.

Thinking back it is amazing how poorly informed we were on the birds and
bees.  Keep in mind that this was the 50's.  We had TV but even the most
benign curse was taboo on the tube and sitcom husbands and wife's could
only be seen in twin beds.  Cable and the Internet were science fiction and
we were too young for sex education, even if it existed.  Our information
came from the most unreliable of sources, word of mouth.  I had no sisters
so I had yet to see a nude female.  Details of their anatomy were laughably
inaccurate.  And knowledge of how to perform sexual acts was vague at best.

Our vocabulary grew faster than our knowledge with a principle source being
dirty jokes.  All the old jokes made the rounds to fresh young ears,
mysteriously passed from one generation to the next.  I heard terms like
blow job and corn holed long before I appreciated what they meant or knew
how they felt.  But as our incomplete knowledge grew, the desire to
experience new sensations was fueled by surging young hormones.  We all
wanted a blow job if it was as good or better than jerking off.

The circle jerks moved ahead to new thrills.  I vividly remember a half
dozen of us in a small clearing in a stand of woods.  All with dicks in
hand.  Davey, the oldest, had sprouted pubic hair and we were amazed at his
curls.  The rest of us were still smooth.  Someone brought a deck of cards
and we began cutting cards...loser had to jerk off the winner.  I became
familiar with the cocks of each of my friends.  Davey's with his thick bush
and thick cock, Robert with his thin dick that curved to the right when it
was stroked, and Chuck with a straight beautifully formed dick with a
slight upward curve.  We didn't stroke each other until we came, only long
enough to pay our humiliating gambling debt.  This left us all in a high
state of arousal.  It was about this time that Jimmy began trying to
convince someone, anyone, to give him a blow job.  Even as poorly educated
as we were, we all knew that only queers gave blow jobs.  All our intimacy
aside, giving a blow job was a taboo that none would dare break.  The
penalty would be the cruel torture of teasing or worse.  It could never be
lived down.  Jimmy didn't have a chance of getting a blow job in that
setting.  For some reason, perhaps because I was the youngest of the group,
his pleadings fell on me.

Strangely, I felt tempted to try it.  Being the sexual thrill seeker that I
had become, the idea of doing another naughty thing had a certain appeal.
It was mildly exciting to consider but impossible to carry out without
becoming an outcast in my sexy band of brothers.  Jimmy resorted to
offering me money for the service before he finally gave up.

>From then on we all seemed to be on a mission to convince one of our
friends to give a blow job.  It was relentless but fruitless.  Occasionally
I gained a thrill by thinking about giving a blow job as I jerked off.

My grandfather returned from his winter hibernation in Florida in the
spring of my 11th year.  He spent half the year in Florida and the rest
living with my parents, my brother, and I.  Part of his time in Florida was
spent living in a tent which he finally upgraded to a trailer.  Before
packing away his tent for the summer, he pitched it in the backyard to air.
My brother Larry talked my parents into letting us "camp out" in the tent
for one night.  We invited our friend Chuck to join us.

We carted old sleeping bags and blankets to the tent for our adventure in
the back yard.  Sleeping was the last thing on our minds.  Free from our
parental bonds we talked into the night.  Sex inevitably became the primary
topic.  We were all slowly playing with our dicks as we talked in the pitch
dark.  Chuck took up the now common pleading, trying to convince my brother
Larry to give him a blow job.  Chuck was 13 and Larry was 14.  Chuck's
argument had been honed through many prior attempts.  As they bantered back
and forth, I was titillated again by the thought of doing the unthinkable
and afraid I would be left out.  I chimed in.

"Larry, you couldn't possibly blow Chuck with me here."

"If you told I'd beat the shit out of you" they said in unison.

"The only way you'd be safe is if you had something on me too" I blurted
out.

"Well, how about you giving me a blow job?" Chuck said, turning his focus
on me.

"No, I didn't mean that".  I tried to backtrack.

"Sure.  What's the problem?  You know I'm clean.  There's no reason why you
shouldn't do it.  We won't tell."  My brother switched his focus to me
too. "Yea, why not?  It's too dark in here for me to see anything.  How
could I say anything if I can't see it?"

I fought back.  "You know I can't.  One of you would tell".

They sensed weakness and piled on their arguments.  The thrill I had been
controlling within began to take hold.  My heart began to pound and I went
silent as they argued.  They didn't realize it yet, but it was no longer a
matter of whether I would do it, only when.

"I know you guys will tell" was the only resistance I could mount.

"No we won't.  We promise.  You can trust us".

"Well if I do it you better not turn on that flashlight", now seeking
protection from the dark.

Chuck quickly replied "he won't...he better not or I'll beat him up".

"I won't...honest" Larry added.

Still mounting protests to cover my inner longing to submit, I finally gave
in.

As I approached in the dark I found Chuck on his knees, leaning back
sitting on his heels, his cock pressed forward.  I laid down on my belly
and propped myself up on my elbows face to face with his cock.  Only the
night sounds of the crickets broke the sudden quiet.  My heart raced as I
worked up the courage to go ahead with the deed.

So close to his goal, Chuck offered encouragement.  "See, its no big deal.
Go ahead.  It's clean.  Just put it in your mouth".

Summoning up a bit more courage I moved my wide open mouth around his cock
without actually touching it.  I breathed out, thinking that blow job meant
to blow, wondering to myself how this produced pleasure.  I could feel the
presence of his cock in my mouth even though I was doing a good job of not
touching it.  Suddenly my tongue brushed against the shaft which caused us
both to reach.  As I quickly tried to readjust my position Chuck's cock
bounced causing my mouth to come into contact in several places, lips,
tongue, and sides.  My mouth filled with drool which spilled onto his shaft
making the whole affair wet and slick.  Getting bolder, I intentionally
moved my tongue into contact with his cock and felt a shudder in response.
Now I gently stroked his cock with my tongue as I continue to exhale air in
my misguided attempt at blowing.  I imagine this did more to tease him that
to get him off.  Each touch of his cock elevated my excitement.  It was
different than my jerk off fantasies and terrifically more exciting.  My
tongue was now freely playing with Chuck's hard dick, licking the shaft,
feeling around the head, exploring each bump and curve.

"What's going on?  Are you done yet?".  Larry, left in the dark, could
restrain his curiosity no longer.  He choked out the words through his own
excitement.  The sound broke the spell, taking me by surprise, causing me
to move back releasing Chuck's cock to the open air.

"That was fucking great" exhaled Chuck.  I think he was exaggerating, given
my inept performance, but he really didn't have another blow job to compare
it too.  "Man, that felt good".

"Was it better than jerking off?" Larry quizzed.  I could hear the wonder
in his voice.

"Ah yea, you have to try it to believe it".

A brief moment of silence followed before Larry made his move.  "Well you
did it to Chuck, why don't you blow me?  What's to stop you?  You obviously
trusted us enough to blow Chuck.  The same argument is true for me.  You
know I'm clean and we aren't going to tell."

My state of excitement was almost like a drug.  I was so excited, my own
cock hard as a rock.  My heart racing.  I mouthed a barely audible "Ok" and
moved over to my brother.

He was laying on his sleeping bag, his cock standing straight up.  I saw
his dick on a regular basis since we shared a bedroom.  He was a stocky kid
with beautiful strawberry blonde hair that many girls would kill for.  In
the last year or so he had sprouted a matching crop of hair around his
cock.  His dick was probably 5" long then, but thick and cut.  I crawled up
between his spread legs and hovered over his cock.  I hesitated a moment,
but then quickly brought my mouth around his pretty cock.  My tongue
immediately went to work exploring his dick.  His shaft felt dry against my
tongue after Chuck's slipper instrument.  As I probed and licked the
dryness vanished.  Larry's was so excited that his cock jumped with each
touch.  "Why are you blowing you jerk off?  You're supposed to suck on it."
Larry imparted this important piece of information that he somehow knew and
Chuck and I didn't.  I wasn't convinced that he knew what he was talking
about and I wanted to give a proper blow job, so I kept puffing.  "Come
on...suck.  You're not supposed to blow asshole."  I finally closed my lips
around his shaft and began to suck to stop his verbal abuse.  Now my tongue
was in constant contact with his cock.  I sucked, moving up and down,
licking with my tongue as I went.  I was incredibly turned on, completely
engrossed in what I was doing, but hardly believing that I was doing the
unthinkable...and that it was more fun than anything I had ever
experienced.

Larry responded to my change in technique, rolling his hips and pushing his
cock deeper into my mouth.  I felt my nose get buried into his newly grown
hair.  The smell of his crotch wafted around me.  The smells, the taste,
the feel, and the excitement were almost overwhelming.  I felt my first
lust and passion and it was directed at my brother's cock.  As he tried to
thrust in and out of my now sucking mouth he pulled a bit to far back and
his slick cock slipped from my lips.  Without thinking and in the throws of
my passion I actually kissed the head of his dick.  Only after I took it
back between my lips and deeply into my mouth did I wonder if Larry
realized what I had done.  I hoped that it had been a silent kiss so that
Chuck couldn't guess at such a blatant demonstration of queerness.

It wasn't long after I resumed my sucking that I felt a warm jet of cum
shoot across my tongue.  At that time I didn't know about ejaculation and
cum.  No one I knew had experienced a wet orgasm, or they hadn't told me
about it.  It wasn't something I bargained for.  I immediately released his
cock and said "What the fuck are you doing?".  At the same instance I felt
warm drops hitting my face making me jerk away.

"Hey, that's just cream.  You'll do that too when you get older.  It isn't
piss or anything like that".  I heard this as I had my head out of the tent
flap spitting like I had a mouth full of dirt.  It was hard to tell if I
got rid of it.  There wasn't enough taste to know if it was gone and the
cohesiveness of the jellied mass seem to dissolve in my saliva.

"Don't ever do that again", I yelled.  "You didn't tell me about that you
bastard".

I got a sheepish "sorry".

"You kids shut up and go to sleep!".  A yell from my father from the house.

"Do you think they heard"" I asked.

"No, they wouldn't know what we were doing anyway" reassured Chuck.  "Next
time we'll be quieter".  Chuck and my brother obviously had plans and I
couldn't wait to find out what they were.