Date: Sun, 4 Apr 1999 12:35:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Boothe <seanboothe@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Best Rehearsal Ever

First, a thanks to those who responded to my first story "Birthday In The
Woods".  Remember, if you like this one as much (and I hope you do) then
drop me a line (seanboothe@yahoo.com) and let me know.  There's plenty more
where this one came form.  So hope you like it.

Here comes the legal & the general.  I'm Sean, aged 18, from Hampshire in
England.  I'm 6' tall, well built, work out, blond hair, blue eyes.  I'm
sharing my erotic exploits with my friend Dave with you in these stories
(he being dark haired, slighter build, and a bit shorter).  In this story,
I thought I'd relate the first sexual experience I ever had with a male
--and it wasn't Dave!  So if teen/teen sex repulses you, or your father's a
methodist minister with a weirdly literal understanding of the New
Testament only, then don't bother reading on.  As for the rest of you, hope
you like it.

"The Best Rehearsal Ever"

This story happened in the December of 1995.  I had a role in my school's
play, "Bugsy Malone", the kids' gangster musical.  Well, there was the
usual furtive teenage kissing and necking etc.  But, I didn't seem to be
interested in the other girls there.  I'd fantasised and jerked off
thinking about other guys, but this was the first time that I actually DID
something.

Our school had rehearsals on Sunday afternoons, all fucking afternoon!
Yawn!  I was sitting in the front row of the hall watching other people
fuck up a scene badly on stage, and was bored.  It was one of the few
scenes that I had no involvement in.  Sitting next to me was a guy called
Matt.  Matt was in the same year as me, and I hate to say it (I know it's
almost a 'Nifty' cliche in the bullshit stories, but it's true), he was
gorgeous.  He had a smaller role in the play, and like me was bored.  He
was of Italian parentage, tall, muscular, well built, with short dark hair,
well defined features, and, I imagined, a really good piece of meat between
his legs.  He was also jaw- droppingly popular with the laydeez, due to his
looks, and was very flirtatious.

Both of us bored, watching this rehearsal, I initiated a discussion,
finding my golden opportunity.  He was sipping from a can of Coke (the
proud sponsors of this piece of teen erotica!), and took a bit too much, it
bubbling on to his shirt.

"You should really make up your mind whether you're a spitter or a
swallower, Matt," I joked.  He looked at me squarely.

"Swallower.  Every time," He said without a hint of irony.  I just laughed,
not knowing what would happen next.  I tried to push things one step
further,

"Well, at least some of us in our year can produce a decent amount to
swallow," I joked.  He looked at me again.

"Are you saying I can't cum?" he asked me.  I nodded.  "Well, I wank all
the time.  The first wank I ever had was in the toilets in the main
building," he said.  It was only then that his openness got me thinking
about what might happen.  The discussion continued along those lines for a
little bit longer, not really going anywhere.

Later that afternoon, bored, and -- nope, just bored, actually, I'd taken
myself to one of the darkened classrooms upstairs.  Being December,
England, and 5pm, it was already dark.  I'd brought some magazines and
schoolwork in.  I was really bored, when the door opened.  It was Matt.
The upstairs of the building was deserted, while the downstairs was humming
with 1920s skirts and suits.

"I'm really bored, Sean," Matt said, sitting on the desk opposite the one I
was sitting on.  He leafed through the magazine commenting on the various
women, movies, music etc.  Then he started telling me about how he liked to
show his cock off to people.

"Really?!" I asked.  He nodded, and told me about various games of Truth or
Dare when he'd ended up showing a roomful of people his penis.

"I wish I had that quality," I said.  "To be as open and honest as that."
I knew full well where I wanted this conversation to lead, and it was
working nicely.  It evolved with him telling me I should be more open, and
that all guys are the same, and that at the end of the day, we all have
pretty much the same stuff.  What he then said, excited me.

"I'm not gonna let you leave this room until you've got your dick out," he
told me.  I just looked at him and wondered.  By this time I had a pounding
erection in my tight CK jeans, and I could feel the sticky clear precum
already seeping at the end of my 6" cock (it's 8" now by the way).  Looking
cautiously around me, I unzipped my fly, pulling my cock out, and letting
it just stand there.  You couldn't see my bush of dark brown pubes, or my
low-hanging, large ballsack.  Just half of my cock sticking up.  Matt was
literally staring at it.

"Now your turn," I reminded him.  Without a moment's hesitation, he
unzipped his jeans, and belt and button, and lowered them to his thighs.
He was wearing tight black briefs, and they looked as though they were at
bursting point.  He had an erection.  I knew from his Italian surname, his
slightly darker skin, his dark hair that he would be developed.  His legs
were quite hairy, and when he just pulled his briefs down, I nearly died.
He had a good-looking 6" cock, tight with an erection.  Like me, he was
uncut, and had a good large ballsack and a forest of black pubes.  His
briefs were tucked underneath his scrotum.  There we stood, two fourteen
year old boys with our erect penises pointing at each other.  Alone in a
school classroom, I suddenly got a bit self-conscious, and started to tuck
myself away.

"No, don't do that," Matt commanded me.  "What's wrong with leaving your
dick out, Sean?"  I relented, and just sat back on the desk.  He sat facing
me and we looked at each other.  The smell of fresh cock filled the room.

"When you wank, do you have your cock tensed or relaxed in your hand?" Matt
asked me.  I didn't understand what he meant - genuinely.  He actually
meant did I tense the blood in my cock or not as I jerked off.  I'm still
not sure whether I do or not.

"I don't get what you mean," I told him.  He offered a sort of explanation,
cautiously touching his own shaft to illustrate his point.  I still didn't
understand and told him so.  Without hesitation he grabbed by hand and
placed it on his sticky cock.  The first touch of another male's cock,
other than my own, and it was great.  Hot, tight and loaded.  I tentatively
grasped the tip of his dick, and I felt him tense up, just to illustrate
his point.

"Oh, I'm not sure what I do," I told him, without having let go of his
cock.  As he stared at me, I adjusted my grasp, letting my whole hand grip
the length of his shaft.  Without warning he reached out and grabbed my
cock.  With my free hand, I released my trousers, letting them fall down my
thighs, as lowering my boxers too, so my balls could get some air.  There
we stood gripping each other's cocks.  We both knew it was right.  He
suddenly leaned in and kissed me.  Softly, and really slowly, our tongues
coiled around each other and explored each others' mouths.  As he kissed me
he just squeezed my dick in his hand, and I did the same. With my free
hand, I started caressing his balls.  He moaned slightly.  I flicked off
the light, so we were in the dim twilight.

"I want this, Matt," I told him, breaking the kiss.  He nodded.

"Me too," and started working his grip up and down my cock, slowly
masturbating me.  I've always loved 'dirty talk'.  I've found it works, and
it still really turns me on.  I know that in most stories, the made up
ones, the guys call each other "baby", "lover", "dreamboat" etc, but we
didn't.  I just wanted to talk dirty and cum.  There we both were standing
and masturbating each other.  With our free hands, we caressed each others'
bodies, our pubes, our ballsacs and thighs.

"Ever sucked a cock?" I asked him.

"No.  Never," Matt replied, before kissing me hard and with a force.  He
was really getting turned on by this now.

"You want to suck my cock, Matt?  Do you want to take my cock in your
mouth?" I asked.  As he nodded, he left my mouth, his hands leaving the
region of my cock, as he got to his knees.  With his tongue he licked
gently at my balls, feeling my cock with his free hand.

"Keep going.  Make me cum, make me cum in your mouth," I whispered, my
breath shuddery.  He gently took my sticky engorged head into his mouth,
stopping at the rim of it.  Then, without warning, he plunged down the
entire length of my cock.  I gasped as the hot moisture of Matt's mouth
engulfed my dick.  He raised a hand, and I started sucking hard on two of
his fingers.  With my hands, I pushed his head further and further down my
cock as I sucked hard on his fingers.  It was too hot, and I knew I
couldn't last much longer.  He stopped.

"You do me," he told me, leaning back on the table.  I'd never even seen
another erect penis in real life before that day, and there I was going
down on my knees to suck one.  I decided not to wait, plunging it all into
my mouth at once.  It didn't really have a taste itself, but it was
dripping with warm precum.  I sucked hard and fast, bobbing up and down on
his length.

"Oh, suck me, suck me harder.  Make me shoot in your mouth," he told me as
I worked with force, jerking myself furiously with my free hand.  I knew he
was too close.

"I'm going to shoot.  Don't swallow, Sean, hold it in your mouth, and don't
swallow," Matt said, running his hands through my hair.  As he spoke these
last words, he thrusted his hips forward, jamming his cock into the back of
my throat.  I felt a shudder and then the warmth of sweet, salty cum
filling my mouth as his dick spasmed.  I did as I was told and didn't
swallow.  He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up to kiss him.  I
opened my mouth and let him taste his own cum.  As we kissed he started
jacking me off again.  I suddenly knew my orgasm wasn't far off.

"Suck me.  I'm gonna cum," I told him, practically forcing him on to my
cock.  Within seconds, I shot my load into his mouth and I felt him
swallowing and sucking frantically to take it all.  That was the most
powerful orgasm I had experienced at fourteen.  He then stood, and we
kissed again, me tasting my own semen on his lips.  As we kissed, we gently
petted each others' cocks, wondering when we could do this again!

THE END

So, hope you liked it.  Please let me know.  EMAIL ME, GODDAMNIT, and let
me know if I made you cum!  If you'd prefer to hear about Dave instead tell
me that, too.  I will write another story if the response to this is strong
enough.  At the age of 14 (nearly 15) this was my very first sexual
encounter with another male and it's all true.  I've still got lots of
stories to tell.  And can someone please post this on a newsgroup.  Also,
take a look at my first story, "Birthday In The Woods".  So, drop me a line
- seanboothe@yahoo.com.  See ya.