Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 18:58:38 +0000
From: chuck haugan <chuckles97@live.com>
Subject: Met Him on the Bus

This is a true story of my first real sex other than the usual boy stuff.
Obviously the names are changed but the information is so sparse, I doubt
anybody could figure out who these two boys were.

Please do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country,
confessions of this nature are not legal where you reside or have any issue
of sex between consenting minors.  All copy rights and BS that normally
applies at this web site apply to this bit of work.


Met Him on the Bus


I was attracted to him, since the first day of school, when he sat next to
me on the bus. We were astonished to find that we shared the same first
name: Jon without the H. And, the similarities continued we were both: in
the 7th grade, 12 years old, Norwegian, blond, blue eyed, athletic, trim,
and school/ learning was a value shared by our families. Physically, he was
slightly shorter and had more thick muscle in his thighs and stomach. I was
more slight but strong enough, at that age, to match his physical
abilities. All of this aside, we didn't resemble brothers or anything that
drastic.... I think my parents had a bit of the Swede in them, since he had
the classic pronounced cheek bones of a true Nordic boy. I was a bit
slimmer, in the face.

He lived in a small beach cabin, across the bay from our house not even a
half mile away. And, on a low tide, the water left the beach exposed so the
walk was only a few hundred yards.

One spring day, his parents were out until late and his older brother was
home to watch him. We were wrestling on the front lawn, as most boys will,
when left on their own. The game turned into more of laying on each other,
as we tiered. I loved this closeness. To hear him breath or his heart beat,
when my head would land on his chest, as we rested from the struggle.  Most
of all I loved the warmth of his body on mine since I couldn't even
remember the last time either of my parents hugged me...  It was so
comforting as well as sexual for me.

For some reason I didn't understand, he jumped up from our tangle, ran into
the cabin, said something to his brother, grabbed a BB gun as he came
through the door, and said "follow me." We spoke of nothing meaningful, as
we walked into the woods behind the cabin other than he wanted to shoot a
crow.  This sounded exciting since my parents wouldn't even let a sling
shot through the door of our house!  He put his finger to his lips and in
his best Elmer Fudd said, "be very, very, quiet."  We continued to walk.

We went about a quarter of a mile down a path when he broke the silence, "I
just wanted to get away from James," the brother.  He took a right turn
through some Alder saplings and brush.  We came to a small clear space
below some fir trees that was surrounded by blackberry thickets. A true kid
fortress.  "I come here to be alone sometimes... You know for private stuff
cause I share a room with Dick head down there." This spot was very
secluded with only one entrance and so much brush and undergrowth, that a
guy could hear someone coming long before they arrived.

We never spoke of it, but I knew he meant beating off.  In fact, we only
made passing reference to girls or sex.  I knew I liked him.

He propped the gun against a tree and spun around and sat on a log a few
feet from me. When he looked up and into my eyes, my stomach, groin, and
back snapped to life with electric, excitement only boys feel as the
equipment springs to life.

I didn't care, if I was wrong. I had fantasies of sucking him for seven
months. I took one step forward, sank to my knees, placed my hands on his
knees, and placed my head to his torso so that my nose was at his belt
line. I felt his hands wrap my head and he held me there for a few
seconds. "Here," he said, as his hands moved from my head to his fly to
unbutton his 501 jeans. He pulled his jeans and underwear down in one
motion. His penis was hard and his balls were drawn up further than when I
would see him in the gym showers. He was the same as me, in the penis
department: with a few hairs above the unit, an exposed purple head, with
an erect length of at least 4.5 inches. His scent was an intoxicating musk
I will never forget, as I looked down at his unit bobbing with his heart
beat only a foot from my face.

No words were spoken as I leaned forward and down to take him in my
mouth. The warmth and taste of the salt and sweetness of his excited state
took my breath as I exhaled through my nose ruffling his few pubes. I
didn't know what to do other than suck lightly and not touch him with my
teeth.  But, I knew what I thought would feel good and tried to move and
use my tongue around the edges and groove of his crown running to the
slit. Almost immediately, his hips started moving: I never gagged as he
moved or remember a sound other than my own heart pounding in my head.

He started tasting very sweet and then his hands were at my head holding me
as I felt him pulse in my mouth. His taste was not as sweet as before but
thick and of the organic. He filled my mouth and I swallowed most of it
because I heard that's what people do. I was not repulsed in the least. I
pulled my head away form his penis. I looked down from my crouch as it
glistened, wet and some of the last bit of cum formed a white, cloudy,
droplet at the slit the size of a BB.

He was breathing so heavy as I raised myself to my feet. I was so hard I
almost burst as I stood up with a dizzy head. He quickly pulled up his
pants not even bothering to clean up and said, "we better get back before
James finds us." I didn't argue: I was swimming in the moment and
speechless.  All I could think of was his cock glistening and how when his
pant went up, his cock smacked against his stomach smearing the droplet of
cum.

As we walked back, he mentioned how "good that was" and how "nice I am for
doing that," as though I had helped him tune up a bike or something. I
guessed he still liked me as a buddy even though he didn't do anything for
me. I barely made it home for relief less than an hour after the
experience.

A couple of days latter, we traded oral favors. This sex was the first that
was more than feeling up and naked games: it mattered.  We formed a
relationship that lased through high school trading oral and comforting
each other.  I will never forget my first oral as a very lucky boy.