Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2006 23:40:35 -0600
From: Clarence R. Grott <crgrottphd@peoplepc.com>
Subject: First Time For THAT

PLEASE BE WARNED that this is a contemporary portrayal of possibly
fictionalized events. If you are under 18, offended by such stuff, have a
problem separating fantasy from reality, or this kind of narrative
violates any law, personal, or religious beliefs, then DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER!


First Time For THAT

A story as told by "Triple Three"


The shower was crowded with other boys showering after gym class. Billy
undressed and sat down on the bench, waiting for some of them to finish.

Unconsciously, he groped himself, having been aroused by looking at some
of the boy's naked bodies. The stimulation he was giving himself was
overwhelming, inciting every nerve in his sensitive body. The lustful
obscenity of it all and his raging pubescent hormones turned him on --
totally aroused him like he'd NEVER been aroused before.

I was the last one to leave gym class and walked in, just in time to see
the 12-year-old experience the first full sexual climax of his life.

He sat there frozen, only his hand stroking his turgid cock that had just
erupted, spurting volleys of cum out. His facial expression was one of
awed amazement and shock.

"Dude, that was rad!" I said, sitting down next to him, smiling, offering
what I thought would be a complimentary remark.

He didn't even acknowledge me. He sat there, frozen in time, as if in a
hypnotic trance, his hand now just holding onto his dick.

We'd been close friends since starting school. We horsed around and
kidded with each other, confiding our innermost secrets with each other,
but we hadn't yet explored the wonders of sexuality. I knew he late in
his physical development, but had started to show signs of maturation in
the past couple of weeks.

I sat there beside him quietly, not knowing what to say. The other 8 or 9
boys finished their shower, dressed, and left, not even seeming to notice
us sitting there.

"Well, come on... we better take our shower now," I said.

Still, he sat there with that vacant look on his face, not responding.

I took hold of his arm and led him into the shower. He was like a zombie.
He just stood there. I quickly showered and decided I'd better help him.
Lathering up my washcloth, I soaped him up and turned him around a couple
of times to let the shower water rinse him off.

STILL no response from him. I had one though -- my dick was steely hard!

I turned off the showers, led him back out to the dressing room area and
toweled him and me off. I got dressed while he continued to stand there
mutely and unmoving -- with that same blank stare.

I couldn't leave him like that, so I found his clothes and got him
dressed. Finished, I put my arm across his shoulder and led him out the
door and headed up the street toward my house, with him in tow.  Gym
class was the last class of the day so that didn't present any problem.

I was at a loss about what to do with my friend. My mom might know when
she got home from work in three hours, but I didn't want to take Billy
to his house in this condition, whatever it was.

"Let's go up to my room... we can watch some TV... or, better yet, we
can play ZACKMAN..."

Billy had followed me like a docile lamb being led to slaughter. Once in
my room, he stood there while I readied one of the popular video games
that we both enjoyed playing.

"I'll let you start..." I offered, turning to look at him.

I don't think he even blinked an eye.

"Well, dude, I don't know what else to do!"

I led him over to my bed and kind of pushed him back to sit down. Too
much effort, I guessed; he flopped backward on the bed, his legs dangling
over the side.

I sat down beside him, rubbing his arm in a compassionate way, trying to
get through to him. He just lay there. I studied his blank face,
searching for some kind of answer. There was none.

Minutes went by. Getting pretty exasperated by now, I got up and told him
I'd be back in a couple of minutes with something for us to snack on and
drink. I went downstairs, found some chips and a couple of sodas in the
fridge and went back upstairs.

I found Billy lying on his side now, curled up in what I knew was called
a "fetal position" -- arms holding drawn up knees, head tucked down
onto his chest. I put our treats down and went over to again sit beside
him.

"What's up with you... you gotta tell me!"

No response, I lay down beside him. I began rubbing over his shoulder,
arm, and up and down his thigh, again trying to show him that I was
concerned... show him I cared.

My dad's a psychologist and my mom's a psychiatric social worker, so I
picked up a lot of medical terms -- lingo they use in their professions.
What I was trying to do, was establish some kind of physical
communication with Billy -- some kind of "therapeutic touch" --
bonding.

Well, it was working! "Doctor" Jason was getting through to Billy. In a
couple of minutes, he relaxed some and lay back on the bed. I raised up,
propped myself on an elbow and looked down at him. I continued my
rubbing... his face... his chest... his belly... his...

SHIT! This was turning me on! I didn't mean for this to happen, but it
was! I suddenly realized I had an erection that was so stiff in my jeans
that it was really uncomfortable -- painful, almost.

Something came over me... some unconscious force had taken over my
thoughts and was telling me to violate my long-time buddy... to play with
him. NOT play with him in the usual sense of the word, but to fondle
him... fondle his genitals!

I kind of shook my head from side to side, in a feeble attempt to chase
the perverse thoughts from my mind.  It did no good. The next thing I
realized was that my hand was over his crotch, rubbing, groping, and
kneading away. It was like I was possessed. And I was! I was determined
to cop a feel to see if I could turn my buddy on.

I already knew enough about life to know that I was gay. I socialized
with girls some, but hung mostly with guys and got really turned-on by
them. If the information I gleaned from the Internet was right, over 50%
of teens and those in their early twenties either swing with the same or
both sexes nowadays. It just seems like it's OK in our promiscuous
society.

Continuing my ministering, I edged up so my face was beside his. I
studied him for a moment and then leaned in and gently kissed his cheek.

Billy moaned softly, barely audibly, and turned his face toward mine.

Again, I studied him for a moment and then leaned in to kiss him directly
on the lips. OH, SHIT!

Next thing I knew, his arms were around me and he was returning my kiss
in a torrid frenzy of heated passion! His tongue snaked between my lips
and probed my mouth, poking and swirling around like he was
tongue-fucking my mouth!

Shocked, I shoved him away.

He sat bolt upright, laughing at me!

"What the hell!" I blurted out.

"I GOT YOU!" Billy said, almost unable to control his laughing.

I felt an angry flush rush over me. I still wasn't grasping what had
happened over the past hour and a half. I was spellbound, not knowing how
to react.

"Jason... man, I've known all along that you're gay, man," Billy
started telling me, "I just pulled this shit on you as a joke... and to
get you to out yourself."

"Whadda you mean?" I was still in the dark.

"Man, you caught me jackin'-off and I didn't want to be embarrassed. I
didn't know for sure how you'd take it, me bein' turned on by guys and
all. You gotta give me credit for quick thinkin'! Remember how your dad
told us a little about PTSD -- that post-traumatic stress disorder stuff?
Well, I played like I was in shock and you fell for it. Good actor,
huh?"

Billy was beside himself, rolling back and forth on the bed in fits of
laughter.

"Yah, dude, you were funny... you were HI-larious!" I remarked
snappily.

I was 4-5 inches taller than Billy, out-weighed him by about 25 pounds
and was quite a bit stronger. That was to my advantage when I jumped on
top of him on the bed, pinning him on his back beneath me.

"So, you wanna play? I got play for you!"

I pinned his arms down and lay atop his body. He twisted and wriggled but
he couldn't get away. I rhythmically began grinding my hips against his.
In just a minute or so, he lay still as I humped his crotch with mine,
each of our hard dicks mashing against the other.

"Doctor" Jason was going to "treat" this boy to the exciting new
world of sex. He'd had his first productive orgasm -- that was the first
time for THAT -- and now it was time to teach him other "firsts" of gay
sex!

~ ~ ~

Please Note: Names, places, and events have possibly been fabricated to
maintain anonymity. Plagiarism is NOT intended and credit is given to all
who may have contributed to the production. Comments are welcome and will
be forwarded to "Triple Three" by crgrottphd@peoplepc.com.