Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 15:18:13 -0500
From: Scott Fricker <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gary

I hope you will enjoy reading this recollection as much as I enjoy telling
it to you. Although this was but the first of many sexual experiences I had
in my adolescence, I count it as one of my favourites, perhaps because it
was my first, and his as well.

I experienced my first sexual experience near the end of the summer between
7th and 8th grades. I had just turned 13 at the time. Sometimes reality is
a bit like fiction in the way things don't seem real. Before the experience
I am about to relate, I had never been with another boy sexually [although
desperately wanted to be]. And, the experience I am about to describe was
the first such sex play I ever had with the boy I am about to
describe. Also, unbelievable to me in retrospect is the fact that up until
the sulty August afternoon this story takes place, even though we were both
on a swim team, and saw each other frequently in our speedos, we had never
seen each other fully naked. The norm seemed to be to arrive at the swim
meets fully dressed in shorts and t-shirts with our speedos underneath, and
then stripping down to our racers at the pool.

Gary was a boy nearing the age of twelve. Fair-haired with blue eyes and
skin that glowed from a rich summer tan. He was the kind of blonde whose
skin would darken at the same rate his hair would lighten from the sun. His
skin becoming a beautiful sandy gold and his hair a pale almost white shade
of blonde. He wore his hair short near the neck and combed forward unparted
with his bangs hanging just at the line of his eyebrows. He had a few
freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and the bridge of a puggish nose and a
few more over his narrow, bony eleven year old shoulders.

I'm going to race ahead here and not tell you all that led up to this
magical moment in time, because I don't really remember too much about
it. I remember telling Gary about blowjobs and asking him if he would like
one, and remember my heart racing wildly when, with a horny smile on his
face, he gladly accepted my offer. So, in a sense, this is really more a
recollection than a story.

We're in his bedroom. The swim season has ended, and now we just go to the
pool everyday to hang out. We're both still wearing our speedos, which are
still a bit damp from being in the pool. Our team's swim suit was a pattern
of alternating navy blue and yellow pinstripes. It's a midweek afternoon
and both of his parents are at work. At 13, nearly a year and a half older
than Gary, I felt a little weird having him as my best friend. That small
amount of difference in age to an adult friendship is neglibible but it's a
big thing to a kid. And, I think I mostly felt weird knowing how much he
turned me on. I knew I shouldn't have these feelings, but I couldn't deny I
did. I also liked the fact he seemed to somewhat idolize me, myself being a
year older and now at 13 an official teenager. He enjoyed trying to please
me, and so when I brought up the subject of blowjobs and wanting to know if
I could give him one, he was very willing to venture into the area of the
unknown. Strangely, he didn't seemed concerned with the association of such
a thing being "queer", although he did require repeated reassurances that I
would never tell anybody what we were about to do.

As we begin, I'm sitting on his bed and he's standing in front of me, his
fingers splayed out over his hips, his legs slightly parted. The
drawstrings of his suit are unknotted and dangle down over his nubile sized
lump. The elastic leg openings press into his beautiful golden
skin. Standing this close to me I can smell the coppertone suntan lotion he
likes to wear. The same lotion I wear. I love that cocoa butter clean scent
coming from him.

The silky thin pinstriped spandex is stretched across the full bubble shape
of his small boy ass. He's at that perfect apex of innocence and early
maturity. The snug fit of the speedo over his crotch reveals the small jut
of a penis that is positioned in an outward and downward lilt. The cherry
shape of his tip discernable within the cling of the still slightly damp
fabric. Just below it, the puffy roundness of a snug ballsack. The volume
of that sack suggesting he is nearing the end of his boyhood days. My
mind's eye taking in that vision automatically pondering if the pubic area
of his body hidden below his swim suit is still devoid of hair or if there
may be a sparce, thin band of soft uncurled pubes.


The room is silent as I take in the beauty of his body. Droplets of water
remain on his skin from having just come from swimming. He has the dimpled
tummy showing the toned muscularity of a boy who swims daily but has yet to
develop the more defined tone of a boy into puberty. The subtle descent of
his tummy's curvature and the converging lines formed from where his hips
become his inner thighs looked so sexy to me. Those two creases on his
torso guiding my eyes down to that beautiful snugly wrapped package between
Gary's legs.

Looking up into his innocent face, turned down waiting for me to pull down
his suit. His mouth slightly parted. His cheeks blushing in modesty. Gary
slightly pulling back as I place my trembling palm down over his still
flaccid boyhood, kneading it softly as I feel the jiggling shape of his
penis becoming rigid. The transition from soft and dangling to rigid and
jutting takes only a matter of seconds. Fully erect, his smallish boy
erection points out from his pelvis at a near 90 degree angle as I hook my
thumbs into the stretchy give of his speedo's elastic band, revealing a
ghostly white area of his body that has remained untanned.

As I slowly descend his size 12 racers he softly once again implores me not
to tell anyone. I can't believe I'm about to suck my first dick. And, not
just any dick, but the dick of a boy I've been masturbating about for
months. He's so innocent and sweet and yet so hornily curious that when I
asked him earlier if I could suck him he immediately said yes.

His cute little stiffy stands up in a proud outward curve from his hairless
balls and groin. His penis, like mine, is circumcized. It still has the
pastel milkiness of prepuberty and the circumcision ring about a third way
down from his tip is just barely discernible, unlike mine, which seems to
have darkened over the last year of my life. His tip has a gracefully
flared lip running around the back and the front of his cap, like his nose,
is somewhat puggish in the way it is buttressed out, almost defiantly. The
colour of his dickhead is the shade of a dusty rose. That hue fading to a
peachy cream colour as it descends down the shaft above the circumcision
ring and then a pale milky white below it.

Gary's hard-on twitches in excitement and again I look up at him to find
him looking down at himself. Our eyes meet momentarily. There's a look in
Gary's sweet watery blue eyes that seems to be waiting for my accessment of
his exposed, erect penis. I tell him he has a beautiful penis, although I
use the word "boner". His face, which is already blushing, appears to
heighten in colour over his cheeks.

I remove his hands from where they are splayed over his hips and replace
them with my own, pulling him closer to me. I notice the size tag sewn into
the back of his suit and am reminded of his innocent age of eleven and a
half. Again, he softly asks me no to tell anyone, sensing the moment is now
here. I hear his words and simply nod as I descend my mouth over his virgin
boysized cock. Gary emits a soft whimper and an even softer sigh as my
tongue explores the warm velvetty skin covering his drumtight swollen
head. His skinny shafted boner, which I estimate to be about 3 1/2 inches
long, as mine is about an inch longer at this time in my life, flexes
inside my mouth. His snug, perfectly round scrotum seizes up in a spasm
that pulls up and seperates his two large-marble sized boy testes before
relaxing back down. My lips grip his boy cock just below the flared rim of
his glans, twirling and twirling my tongue over his helmet-shaped,
cherry-sized tip. He whimpers loudly and the sound of it seems tinged with
anxiety, as if the pleasure is perhaps overwhelming for him.

I move my hands from where they have been gripping his hips to behind him
and cup his firm round little buns, feeling quivers of tension under the
skin. Gary begins to alternately moan "no, please" and "oh yess" in gaspish
whimpers as my wet pursed lips glide up and down and up and down over his
incredibly rigid stiffy. I delight in the contrast between how rubbery
dense his dick feels and how velvetty smooth the skin is. With my mouth
wrapped around him, breathing through my nose, I become aware of his
innocent smell. Unlike myself, who has begun to produce musk, Gary's crotch
smells of milk about to turn sour. It has a nutty slightly yeasty quality
to it, like the way the kitchen smells when my mom bakes bread. The scent
of his boy sex mingles with the sweet aroma of coppertone as I breath. I'm
so turned on I'm moaning with him in my mouth.

His penis twitches and flexes almost incessantly now, especially when I
twirl my tongue over the front of the drumtight little helmet. Gary's
breathing becomes more laboured and his whimpers of pleasure are sounding
louder now, and sounding more and more edged with an uncertainty. He's
already confessed to me that he's never jerked off and so I know the rising
tension in his body is brand new to him.

I remove my mouth from him and look into his face. His eyes are half-lidded
and his poutish lips parted. I ask him if he wants me to continue and he
says yes and asks if it's okay if he pumps into my mouth. His pelvis has
been making involuntary muscular spasms that have felt like he's been
wanting to, but holding back. I tell him yes, and tell him to close his
eyes and pretend my mouth is Becky's pussy. Becky is a girl on our swim
team that we both like and fantasize about.

I slip my lips back down over his now very flushed pink erection, spit
glazed and shiney from being in my mouth. Looking at it before putting it
in my mouth, the head looks as if it's to the point of bursting, the skin
there looking so tight. It amazes me in retrospect that I somehow knew
instinctively what would cause him to feel pleasure. I curve the surface of
my tongue into a curved tubular shape that I contour around his elegantly
thin, eleven year old boy shaft so that he can fuck into it.

My hands still cupping his taut muscular swimmer boy ass, Gary begins to
tentatively glide his feverishly hot, rubbery dense, velvetty skinned
cocklette in and out of that tongue tube inside my mouth. I notice the
nutty yeasty aroma of his crotch seems more apparent now and it looks like
there's a sheen of perspiration over the hairless pubis. Although in
reality, there was hair there, but it was really more like a soft peach
fuzz, white like the hair on his head, and nearly indectable.

It is maybe 15 or 30 seconds later when Gary's in and out movements become
more pronounced. And with it, the volume of his breathing becomes more
noticable. My hands feel the sides of his small boy ass dimpling in with
each forward thrust he makes into my mouth. With Gary now doing the motion
of moving in and out of my mouth, I focus on the pressure of my pursed lips
around his shaft, varying the tension, hoping that it will feel like a
pussy clenching around his dick. Using my boy virgin imagination to think
of what fucking a pussy would actually feel like.

Between breaths that now sound like the panting huffing sounds of a boy
nearing the end of a 50m sprint, Gary excitedly mutters "Oh, I'm fucking a
pussy! It feels like I'm inside a pussy!" His pumping that began as awkward
and tentative has transitioned into frantic pistons. His small milky nutbag
is now a floral pink and is now even more compact as I notice his small
balls are rising higher and higher with each buckish pump he takes.

Suddenly Gary lets out a surprised sounding, squeelishly high yelp and I
feel his hands gripping the back of my head, pulling my mouth down onto
him, feeling the slightly dewey surface of his hairless pubic mound
pressing against the perimeter of my mouth. His knees shake violently,
threatening to buckle and his groin locks forward. My tongue ladled around
his dick feels the contoured surface of his urethra swelling in a quick
series of spasms as the top back surface of my mouth registers a sudden
series of wet bursts splashing against it. I remember detecting a total of
four squirts that seem to jet into my mouth with the force of water being
squirt from the pinhole of a water pistol.

When the final squirt ceases, Gary's boner continues lurching up inside my
mouth, feeling almost like it's kicking against my tongue. He is panting in
post orgasm and finally he collapses to his knees on the floor in front of
me. His hard little 3 and a half incher still twitching, the little head
pulsing in swells. He looks down at himself and then into my eyes as if to
ask "what just happened?" but answering the question himself with an
awe-sounding whispered "I...I can sperm." "I...I can sperm.". Still too
innocent to know the word "cum". He looks down at himself, squeezing his
tip, trying to squeeze out a droplet of what he expects will be white, but
being only eleven, is really just clear, spermless, seminal fluid. I don't
know who is more amazed at his ejaculation, Gary or myself. I honestly was
hoping he'd ejaculate, but didn't think he was capable. My best hope would
be that I would make him have his first dry cum. The taste of him is in my
mouth and it's the first time I've ever tasted sperm, if that's really what
he squirted. Knowing what I know now, I think it was probably spermless
ejaculate. The taste was sweet, and not bitter, and in fact, in
recollection, I'd have to say Gary's first squirts tasted like warm apple
juice. His first but not his last in my mouth.

[comments welcomed]