From: truckin@inter.net (Tim)
Subject: The First Time
Date: Sun, 30 Jun 96 03:53:09 GMT

THE FIRST TIME-@C
by Jerry Roberts

The first time. I wonder why we always remember that one. Looking back
thirtythree years, I'm not sure really if this was the absolute
first time, I only know its the one I think was the first. I could say
sarcastically that there were so many afterwards, that it really
doesn't matter, I guess its just the one that stands out in my mind.

It must have been a weekday after school, late spring, early summer.
There were new houses under construction about two blocks away from
where I lived. On 130th avenue. It must have been after 4 o'clock in
the afternoon, because the workmen had gone. That's when the kids in
the neighborhood would play in the construction site. And even though
they were putting up about fifty houses, there was no watchman,
because I guess kids in those days really didn't do that much van-
dalism, and people just didn't steal in this community. It was that
kind of place.

I went there to play, there were lots of interesting things for a ten
year old to see and to do. There were sand piles and framed houses and
open foundations and dark basements with sand for a floor. I liked to
climb through the frames, I remember the feeling I used to get as I
would swing my leg over the floor joists and sit with my feet dangling
to the basement below. The narrow two by eight would dig into my
crotch and as I swung my legs my pants leg would rub against my penis.

This one particular day I must have been sitting on a joist for about
ten minutes. I had a hard on and was day dreaming and was beginning to
rock back and forth really fast. I was oblivious to all that was
around me. "Watcha doing there ?", came the voice from the other side
of the foundation. I was so startled I almost fell off into the abyss
below, but I grabbed on and caught myself.

It was Billy, the kid from across the street. Billy was three years
older than me and a lot bigger than I was. He always scared me because
he wasn't that smart and he always seemed to be lurking around
watching me. Our bedroom windows were directly opposite each other.
Sometimes, I would peek through the shades and see him there doing
funny things. Sometimes, I'd see him looking and watching me. Later
on, as our relationship developed we were to take full advantage of
that situation.

"Nothing much ", I replied. Billy climbed out onto the joist and sat
down opposite me. "You know there is an easier way to jerk off than
that."

"What are you talking about ?"

"Jerking off ... that's what I'm talking about ... unless you always
piss in your pants ", he said as he pointed to my crotch. I looked
down and besides the lump that was there from my erection there was a
spreading wet spot about three inches in diameter.

"I swear I didn't wet my pants, I don't even have to go."

"Well then, you'd better let me take a look at it, maybe you hurt
yourself and didn't know it. Why don't we go into the next house, the
walls are up and I can look at it where no one will see us."

I didn't really want to go with him, but if I wet my pants I knew
Billy would make fun of me and maybe tell the other kids, I couldn't
stand that. Besides what could happen.

"Drop your pants", he commanded. I looked in both directions. "No one
can see us. Tell you what, lets go up to the second floor. This way if
any one comes we'll be able to see them and hear them before they see
us. OK ? "

"OK." We climbed up to the second floor. I instinctively went into the
bathroom. The tub, sink and toilet were installed but of course not
functioning. All the plumbing was exposed as they had not yet closed
the walls.

"Now drop them ... let me have a look." The spot was very obvious and
I still had a hard on. I looked at him kind of worried like. "Don't
worry .. no one's going to see us, what's the matter ? Afraid to show
me your prick. I've seen plenty of them. Yours will be nothing
special. All the guys get undressed in gym."

Billy was in Junior High, I was still in elementary school. I didn't
know what he was talking about, but I had heard that when you go to
Junior High you had to get undressed to go to gym, so I guess it was
all right. My belt buckle hit the floor with a thud as my pants
dropped around my ankles.

"Your underwear too ", but not waiting for me to pull them down he
grabbed them at the hips and pulled them down for me. He kneeled down
in front of me. "Let's get a closer look now."

A big grin came across his face. "What's wrong ? ", I asked. "Whatso
funny ? ", as I looked down at myself. Even though I was only ten and
a half years old, puberty had begun. There was a sprinkling of dark
downy fur around my penis and although it was still short, it had
begun to fatten. I was covered with what looked like snot.

"You came in your pants."

"I didn't wet myself " , I said emphatically.

"Of course you didn't. You came in your pants. You shot all over
yourself. That's scum. Not piss. I didn't think scum could come from
something that small."

"I don't understand." I looked at him questioningly. I really didn't.
But maybe Billy would explain it to me. My dad died five years before
and this wasn't something you could talk to your mom about. There was
my stepfather, but he couldn't be trusted, he would just tell my
mother anyway. "What do you mean ... tell me !"

"When you play with your cock, scum comes out. Scum is what makes
girls pregnant. But your cock is so small, I don't know how you did
it."

"What do you mean ?", I pressed. I knew all about having babies. How a
man puts his penis in a woman's vagina and fertilizes the egg and so
on, but I had to hear all the gory details. I had never seen "scum"
before and I wanted to hear Billy tell me. After all he was so much
older than I and he probably knew these things.

"Didn't anyone tell you about how babies are born ?"

"Yes ", I answered. "But I want to know more."

"With a cock your size it really doesn't matter."

"What do you mean ?", I was getting upset. "What's wrong with my
cock?"

"You need a real cock to fuck a woman."

"I have a real cock !", as I grabbed it with my thumb and index finger
and pointed it towards him.

"But it's not like mine... here I'll show you." With that he stood up,
unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his underpants.
Standing straight out and erect was this monster cock. It seemed to me
almost a foot long and twice as thick around as a hot dog. Later in
our relationship I was to find out it was eight and half inches, but
it sure was big looking. "Now that's a real cock ", he said
boastfully.

All I could do was stare. "Touch it ", he commanded. "Go on, it won't
bite." He took my hand and placed it on his monster prick. He wiggled
it. I jumped back and tripped on my pants which were still around my
ankles and fell flat on my ass. He stepped out of his pants and stood
over me, straddling my legs with his feet. His cock was right in my
face.

"Now take a close look. That's what a real cock looks like, not like
your little thing."

I was looking straight at his cock which wasn't more than six inches
from my nose. The head looked like a German helmet with a little hole
in the center. There was a clear liquid which seemed to be oozing out
of the hole. It was pink and had purple veins running along its
length. It looked almost good enough to eat.


"How can I get mine to grow as big as yours ?".

"Watch ", Billy said as he wrapped his fist around his cock and
started a slow pumping action, back and forth, back and forth. I was
fascinated. I had never seen anything like this before. My eyes were
fixed on this giant lollipop starring me in the face. Billy started
pumping faster and faster. His breathing was becoming heavy. The
muscles on his thighs, the muscles on his belly, the muscles on his
forearm all seemed to tighten at once and then out of the hole in this
helmeted cock, a white creamy liquid started spitting all over me. It
hit me in the eyes and nose and mouth. It landed on my shirt, on my
legs and on the floor around me. It just seemed to flow forever. I
licked my lips and cleaned the few drops off that had fallen on them.
The taste was dry, salty and slightly tart but not unpleasant.

Billy was panting still standing over me. Watching me lick my lips.
"That's how. You have to do this at least once a day and you have to
eat the scum that you shoot. Like this." With that he began to lick
the scum that had remained on his hand.

"If you have a friend to do it with, its even better. This way you can
eat each others scum. It doesn't go to waste that way and its more
fun."

"But if it splashes all over the place, how can you do that. I can't
scrape it off the floor or my clothes 'n stuff."

"It never gets splashed when you do it with a friend. It goes directly
from your cock into your stomach."

"How ?"

"There are two ways. I'll show you... lets take off our clothe
first...it will be much easier that way."

I didn't have to be asked twice. If there was a way I could have a
cock as big as Billy's then I wanted to know. I had my clothes off
before Billy had even finished unbuttoning his shirt. I leaned back
with my hands behind me resting on my palms to watch Billy finish
undressing. He had a good build for a guy who was only thirteen. He
had lots of curly black hair around his cock, which had sort of shrunk
down a bit now although it was still very big. He also had long downy
hair beneath his armpits. I didn't have any hair there. He had a firm
chest and big nipples with one or two wiry hairs that stuck out from
the brown around them. He even had a coating of hair on his legs.
Wouldn't it be great if Billy would be my friend and help me get my
cock to grow. He's not a bad guy at all.

"Let's lay out our clothes so we have something underneath us". He
took his shirt and pants and mine too and laid them out on the floor.
"Take off your shoes too... then we can really be comfortable."

"Billy ? What if some one comes ? Won't they see us ?"

"Don't worry. No one will come. And even if they do. They'd have to
climb up here like we did and we'd certainly hear them in enough time
to get our clothes on."

I trusted him. "What ever you say Billy."

"Good..Now lie down on your back ." I did. "Now watch what I'm going
to do." With that he leaned forward and took my prick in his mouth. It
was still erect and had been all this time. Slowly he began to massage
my prick with his lips. Up and down. He was swallowing my prick,
opening his mouth wide and taking in my balls as well. I could feel
his tongue tickling the head of my little peanut. Whatever he was
doing it felt great.

"Billy, that feels wonderful. It feels like its growing already."

"What are you doing to me ? I never felt anything like that before." I
was loosing control. I could no longer hold my head up and watch what
Billy was doing. My head dropped back to the floor, Billy was sucking
harder and faster. I felt his hands exploring my body. One hand was on
my chest the other hand on the inside of my thigh. He was moving his
hands around in circles. Normally if someone did that to me, I would
be rolling in laughter. But instead of tickling, his hands were
exciting me. I began to rock my head back and forth. I was alter-
nately tensing and relaxing my muscles. I was getting out of breath.

I didn't know how much time had passed, and I didn't care. I just
wanted Billy to continue. His hands and mouth were driving me into a
frenzy. I felt his fingers at my rectum. I felt his mouth plunging up
and down. I screamed and started to convulse as I shot scum into
Billy's mouth. "I did it, I did it."

Who knows how much I shot that first time. It could have been nothing.
But it felt as if something came up through my cock and Billy kept his
mouth there for a few moments afterwards.

"That's your first time, huh ?" Billy asked, I nodded. "When you have
a friend that's one way you get scum into your stomach. The scum
that's needed for your cock to grow. Of course, when you do it alone
you'll just have to be careful and catch it with your hand so you can
save it to swallow."

"Billy, I don't think any of my friends can make scum like you and I
and if you don't have any special friend to do this with would you be
my friend for this. I know your cock is pretty big already and maybe
it won't grow much more, but maybe it will."

"I'll have to think about that but first I have to show you the other
way to get the scum into your stomach. Of course you won't be able to
do this for a while yet until your cock grows bigger, but I can do it
and if I should decide to be your friend I'll help you this way too."

Billy pulled out his shirt from under me and folded it into a pad. He
placed the shirt on the floor in front of the tub. "Kneel on this and
lean forward into the tub."

"What's that for, Billy ?"

"Just do as I say. This may hurt a little, but nothing good comes
without a little pain and you want your cock to grow don'tcha ?"

I didn't question Billy any further. He was going to be my friend and
I trusted him. I needed to have a cock as big as Billy's. I did as he
said. I put my knees on the folded shirt and leaned forward into the
tub. My still wet cock was pressing against the cold porcelain. A
chill ran through me as I became accustomed to the cold.


"Don't be scared. If it hurts it will pass quickly." I felt his finger
push up against my rectum. "I'm going to wet this." I heard him spit
and then I felt his wet finger against me. He stuck it in.

"Doesn't hurt Billy."

"Good.. but I haven't really started yet." He took his finger out and
then there were two fingers. He was rotating them around, sorta in and
out..."just relax ". Then I felt a third finger. Now it began to hurt,
but still I could take it. It was after all for an important reason.
"OK here it comes..."

Billy's hand was over my mouth before the scream could get out. My
head was pounding, it felt as if someone had shoved a red hot poker up
my rectum, I wanted him to stop, my blood was boiling, I never felt so
much pain in my whole life. Tears were welling up in my eyes, I felt
as if I was choking. "Calm down. Were just going to stay like this for
a few moments until you get used to it. When I do it with my special
friend it hurts me too at first, but after a while it won't hurt
anymore."

"Whatever you say Billy ", I sobbed. "But I sure wish it would stop
hurting soon."

"It will, it will just hold on ", he cooed in my ear. He was right too
because it did stop and I untensed. Billy felt my body relax and he
started to slowly pull out, which brought on a new round of pain, but
instead of pulling all the way out, he stopped and then went back in
again. He repeated this several times.

"Billy...are you fucking me ?"

"Yes"

"Billy...it doesn't hurt !"

"Do you like it ?"

"Yes"

Billy fucked me good too. I liked it a lot. "That's the second way to
get scum in your stomach. And I have a lot to give you."

Billy continued to pump away at my ass for what seemed to be forever.
I couldn't believe how good it felt to me after all that pain in the
beginning. I reached behind me and pulled on Billy's body pulling him
closer to me. I pushed my ass as hard as I could into him. I wanted
that feeling to keep up. I was enjoying every minute of it. It was as
good as when Billy was sucking me just a few short minutes before. We
were rocking back and forth together. Billy shouted, "I'm coming, I'm
coming ". Then he pressed hard against me. I could feel his cock
pulsing in me. I could feel the spurts of warm scum filling my belly,
giving me the stuff that was needed to make my cock grow. I was in
love with Billy at that moment. He was doing this for me. He truly was
my friend.

Billy fell away from me. His cock coming out of me with a pop, like a
cork out of a bottle. He lay back on the floor. He looked exhausted. I
turned and saw that there was still scum coming out of his cock and
running down the sides of it to its base.

"Mustn't let that go to waste ", I said as I opened my mouth around
his cock to get the rest of that special juice. I licked and sucked
and got it all.

"I've decided ", Billy said. "I'll be your friend. This Saturday we'll
do it again. I'll even show you some other things."

My cock did begin to grow after that. And for a while, I believed it
was because of the things that Billy and I did together. Who knows,
maybe it was. Billy and I stayed "friends" for a long time after that.
But then, that's another story.

- The First Time
- excerpted from Billy and Me
- A Gay Book of Short Stories
- Copyright 1983 Jerry Roberts