Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 16:04:47 -0600
From: uofc49@qwest.net
Subject: Billy next door

This is a true story of my first introduction to being gay.

In the summer of my 10th year Billy and his parents moved in next door to
my folks. He was 14 at that time and would be starting Junior High in the
fall.
Billy was not what you would call knock down handsome, perhaps a 7 or 8
on a scale of 1 to 10. He had, as I remember, dark hair - brown or black
- and nice brown eyes. A husky build, not fat, but sturdy for his age.
During the winter we would mess around a bit, snowball fights and such,
because we were the only non-adults on our block. I was a bit afraid of
Billy but at the same time admired him "as the older man".
When the next summer came (I being 11 and he was 15) we were more
comfortable with each other, even though he was so much older.
One day, all our parents being at work, Billy told me to come into the
garage because he wanted "to show you something."
When we got in there he told me to drop my pants which I did, with some
reluctance. After they were down around my ankles he slipped his hands
into the waist-band on each of my hips and slid my shorts down to reveal
my boytool.
I had been experimenting with myself for several months, mostly in the
bathtub, and, while my uncut cock was still only about 3" long it could
get nice and hard. Also my ballsac was not fully developed yet so it was
not too large either.
When Billy had me exposed he reached down and began playing with my cock,
sliding the foreskin back and forth and squeezing it. Of course, it
began to respond and when he had it hard he knelt down in front of me and
took everything into his mouth. I can almost still feel the shiver that
went down my back as his warm, wet mouth engulfed my hard tool and my
tight ballsac. I could feel his nose pressed against my pelvis where my
pubes would appear in a few years.
While he was working his mouth on the front he had spread the cheeks of
my young ass and worked one of his fingers into the hole, slipping it in
and out.
Presently, he stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them to to
floor. He was not wearing any undershorts so his 5" hardon was
immediately visible to my astonished eyes. It looked huge compared with
mine.
"Now, you do to me what I did to you", he said. I noticed that there was
a drop of colorless fluid beginning to emerge from the slit in the end of
his cock but had no idea what it was. I knelt down in front of his and
touched the tip with my tongue. "Put it in your mouth." I opened my lips
and carefully took the tip of the head between them.
"Not like that", he whispered, "like this." And with that he put his
hands behind my head and thrust his pelvis forward to push his hard meat
into my mouth. When I started to gag he pulled back enough that I was
able to accept his cock comfortably. Then he began moving his lower body
in the time honored way until I got the idea of how to move my head back
and forth, sliding my tongue up and down the underside of his hard shaft.
Suddenly, he gave a groan and a lurch and I felt something hot and
slightly salty spurt into my mouth. It surprised me so that I
automatically swallowed (not for the last time by any means!).
That was the first time Billy and I sucked each other but certainly not
the end. As I mentioned before, all our parents worked so we were pretty
much left alone during the week. There were many times we would spend
time together, either in his room or in mine, when we would strip down
naked and play and suck for an hour or more at a time. On warm summer
nights we would sneak out to the backyard, strip and lay in the grass
making love to each other.
We got so we could time our climax and shoot our cum at almost the same
moment.
Yes, my "manhood" arrived while Billy was still available - at the age of
about 12 and a half, as I recall. In fact, Billy drank my first
explosion - gad, that was a shaker!
Billy got my cock to expand to its final 6.5" while his increased to a
bit over 7.
When he was 18, Billy went into the Army. I saw him once on furlogh and
got a Christmas card one year. That was the last I ever heard from him.
I have no idea if he is still alive or not but I often think of him when
I am jacking my meat and wish I could relive those summer days with my
first love.

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