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From: drwho@world.std.com (Patrick Donovan)
Subject: PATRICK DONOVAN: "Learning" (mm, first time, friends)
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Date: Sat, 25 May 1996 04:17:56 GMT
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THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS
by Patrick Donovan
E-mail: <drwho@world.std.com>
(c) 1993 - Black Angora Press
LEARNING
for P.
Seventh grade was a tough time. It was difficult to get used to
the concept of going from one classroom to another somewhere across the
building. It would have been a lot more difficult if it hadn't been for
my friend, Alan. I met him on the first day of junior high. He was as
tall as I was, but not overweight like me. He had short strawberry
blonde hair, cut straight, and some freckles. We immediately took to
one another when we each discovered the other was a member of the
long-standing brotherhood of Trekkers. It wasn't long before he was
coming over to visit, then spending Friday nights, then spending whole
weekends with me at my mom's. We always had a blast.
One time, in the summer just after seventh grade, Alan brought a
couple of girlie magazines with him to mom's. Now I didn't know a whole
lot about sex, other than the basics, but Alan seemed to know a lot and
really taught me a thing or two! He told me about French kissing,
petting and fondling, jacking off (which we both confessed to doing,
much to our embarassment), finger-fucking, oral sex, the missionary,
rear-entry & girl-on-top positions and, to my shock, anal sex between
guys. I knew absolutely nothing about gays and lesbians as distinctly
separate people. In my idealistic innocence I thought that everyone did
that sort of thing at one time or another and that it was perfectly
okay. When I grew up and went to college I learned that some people
don't believe that it's okay, even though I still did. How better the
world might be if we all shared the innocent ideas of children?
"Have you ever done anything like that?" I asked him.
He shrugged and said, "Yeah, sorta."
When I pressed him (I was incredibly curious by now) he told me
that he and his next-door neighbor Michael, a guy I had in one of my
classes, had been "playing around" in the tent in Alan's back yard.
"Did ya', you know, put it in him?" I asked, shyly.
"We did lotsa stuff." He seemed embarassed. "There ain't
nothin' wrong with it. It's perfectly natural for guys to play around
with each other."
I wasn't trying to say he was queer. I just wanted to know
details.
"What did it feel like? Did it hurt? Did he suck you? Did you
touch his balls? Did you come inside him?" I kept asking.
"It was different. Kinda like jacking off, but better. It's
hard to describe. It feels so hot and...well..."
He looked at me and, even though he opened his mouth to speak,
Alan didn't have to ask if I was interested in trying it because he
could see the tip of my erect penis poking out of the flap in my
pajamas. I reached down hesitantly and unsnapped the little buttons
along the front. I held my breath, listening for my mom. She was
already in bed upstairs, so I yanked off my pj's and threw them on the
floor. Alan stood up and took off his jeans, along with his underwear
(kids have no patience when it comes to their first sexual experience).
I looked at his fully erect penis, almost 4 1/2 inches long, with a
thick, full head. His balls were also pretty big, but his scrotum was
puffy and firm, unlike mine which was soft and left my balls hanging. He
had a fair amount of blondish pubic hair and I had a lot of dark hair on
my genitals. We lay down on the bed in my room downstairs, which was
plenty big for two twelve-year-old boys to make love on.
Alan started by cupping my balls with his hand. It was really
weird. A warmth I had never felt rushed over me and I moaned
instinctively. He massaged them for a little while and then began to
stroke the underside of my virgin penis. His hand wrapped around it and
grasped it firmly, then stroked up and down on it. That warmth came
over me again and I thrust myself against his hand.
"Uh! That feels so good," I moaned softly. Alan kept jacking
me for a while and I kept feeling like I was going to come, but I needed
something more. Then he stopped what he was doing and bent his head
down between my legs. His long tongue began to lick my balls, then he
put his whole mouth over my scrotum and I groaned. I could feel the
inside of his cheeks and his hot tongue coating my bag in saliva. It
was an unbelievable sensation. I was still shifting my hips up and down
as he did this to me and it felt like I could come if he did just a
little more...
Then Alan did it...he grabbed my penis with his hand and bent it
toward his face. He slid his hot mouth down over it and began to bob up
and down on me. I couldn't believe the torrent of pleasure that erupted
>from me just a few seconds later.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I whispered, hoarsely. The
sensation was like a balloon bursting because too much pressure had been
used. Alan's onslaught had triggered my ejaculation and I wasn't ready
for it. He got a full spurt of my semen in his mouth, then he pulled my
penis out and jacked it off hard and fast. My semen spattered all over
his hand and arm, my pubic hair, my legs and my balls -- not to mention
all over the shaft of my 5 inch erection. Even after the liquid stopped
oozing out, I could feel my insides throbbing five or six more times
before I stopped thrusting my hips up in the air.
"Man, you put out a lot, Pat!"
I was still exhausted, but my sexuality had been triggered. I
wanted to experience everything. I turned on my side and ended up
facing Alan's groin. I took his penis in my hand, feeling it firm up,
and then caressed his scrotum with my other hand. I bent down and began
kissing his testicles, then licked them, then took them into my mouth.
The sensation of his hairy genitals against my tongue was strange, but
it was so erotic. Alan moved around until he was comfortable, propped
himself up on his elbows, then spread his legs wide open. He stroked
his own penis while I continued to suck on his bag. His balls were
large and barely fit in my mouth. Finally I let them slip out and began
to lick the underside of his erection. The taste was slightly salty,
but it too had an incredibly erotic feel about it. I let my drive
overtake me and I pulled his entire penis into my mouth, bathing it with
my hot tongue. I could taste the saltiness of the tiny droplets that
were forming on the tip and wondered what it would feel like to have his
semen burst into my mouth. Alan's moans indicated that it wouldn't be
much longer before I found out.
"Yeah, yeah. That's great!" he moaned.
I started to slide my mouth up and down quickly over his penis.
I held it by the base with one hand and cupped his testicles with the
other. I tried to slip one finger down into his anus, but I could only
touch the outer part of the sphincter. Suddenly Alan bucked his hips
and let out a deep groan. I felt the head of his organ swell and there
was a pulsing in the base. Suddenly my mouth received a heavy gush of
his semen. It squirted into the back of my throat and I almost gagged,
but I was able to swallow it. I could feel him throbbing as far back as
his anus, which pulsed in time to the spurts that filled my mouth with
his ejaculate. I kept forcing his liquid down into my stomach, though I
really don't know what possessed me to do it. Alan kept bucking until
the throbbing in his genitals ceased. He fell back, panting from
exhaustion. I slowly let his deflating erection slip out from between
my lips and crawled up next to him. I put my arm around him and lay my
head on his chest. His heart was still pounding from the excitement and
I rubbed his chest softly until it returned to normal.
"Was it anything like what you did with Danny?" I asked.
Alan sighed. "Yeah. But you did it better."
I liked that. Alan was a neat guy, a good friend, and I liked
him a lot. I enjoyed giving him pleasure like that, though I enjoyed
receiving it, too. I began to wonder if he was wanting to actually do
it with me. He had never said that he and Danny actually had anal sex,
so I was afraid to just ask him. I decided to wait and suggested that
we put our pajamas back on, just in case Mom decided to come down. After
we dressed we slipped back into bed, taking comfortable positions
against each other and fell asleep.
The next night my mom was at work and Alan and I were in the
bedroom early. Much of what we did was a repeat from the night before,
exploring each other's genitals, stroking them and licking them. We
were in what I later learned was called a "sideways 69" position. Alan's
mouth was moving back and forth over my penis as I did the same to his.
I was holding his buttocks, kneading them as he sucked me. I ran my
tongue all up and down his erection, tasting the juices that leaked out
of him and enjoying the thirll of his hardness in my mouth. I started to
stroke him between his buttocks, which elicited moans of pleasure from
his occupied mouth. I spread them apart and began to explore the valley
between them with my fingers, sliding them down toward his anus. I
pulled my mouth off his member and moved my head further between his
legs, licking his testicles as I went, and took in a better view of his
behind. I used my fingers to spread his anus open, which revealed a
deep pink hole, glistening with moisture. I slowly inserted my index
finger, feeling him tighten as I began to penetrate. Alan pulled his
mouth of my erection and moaned for me to lick him.
"Use your tongue, man," he groaned.
I braved the unknown and gently slid my tongue into the open
sphincter of Alan's anus. It wasn't at all bad like I expected. It was
very wet and warm, with a slightly salty taste. I pushed it in further
and Alan turned to watch me doing my best. He turned a little so he
could grab ahold of his penis to stroke it while my tongue continued to
assault his orifice. Alan beat his erection rapidly and heavily. I
continued to lick him, pushing in as far as I could get my tongue to go.
Suddenly he began to buck his hips, pulling his anus away from my mouth.
I quickly shoved my finger inside him as he started to come.
"Oh! God damn! Oh!" he cried. I watched Alan's penis as jets
of semen shot out of the tip and onto the blanket. I could feel his
muscles throbbing inside and his anus clenched on my finger as his
prostate gland pulsed again and again. I could feel the semen as it
pumped through his ureathra and out his penis. Even when he was done,
his glands still pulsed with energy. Alan lay back and groaned. I
slipped my finger out of him and looked down at the puddles of ejaculate
that lay on the bed.
"Wow," I said. "That was better than last night!"
Alan caught his breath. "No doubt!" he responded. He sat up
and moved over next to me. His hand reached down and started stroking
my penis. "You wanna come?"
"Yes," I hissed.
He turned away from me and got on his hands and knees, raising
his behind to me. This is what I had been hoping for!
"Screw me," he said.
Without a word I started to oblige him. My penis was rock-hard
and my scrotum tightened. Alan's buttocks opened naturally, revealing
his moist anus. I reached down and grabbed the base of my erection,
guiding the tip of it in between Alan's cheeks. I rubbed it there for a
few minutes, but couldn't seem to penetrate him. I needed some help.
"Just a minute," I told him and went into the bathroom.
It took me a while to find the jar of Vaseline, but when I got
back Alan was still waiting for me. I knelt on the bed again and moved
up behind him. He raised his rump toward me and I daubbed a little of
the lubricant in his pink opening. I also smeared some on the tip of my
phallus and along the sides, then closed the jar and placed it on the
nightstand. I used my index finger to spread the gel around Alan's
anus, as well as into it. He was very ready by the time I tried again.
"Do it slow. You're kinda big," he told me. Had I been older,
I would have been flattered.
I guided the head of my penis against the tight ring of his anus
and I saw it slip into him with relative ease. A gasp escaped from
Alan's lips as I pushed it further up into his body. He tried his best
to relax his rectal muscles, but I was obviously much bigger than Danny
had been. After a few mintues, though, his anus began to relax and he
started to moan. I began to pump slowly back and forth into him. The
feeling was incredible. Sliding around inside of his body, feeling the
warmth and moisture of his rectum enveloping me was an unbelievable
experience for my virgin organ. What we had done the night before paled
in comparrison to actual intercourse. I spread my knees apart, which
gave me more leverage to thrust into my lover with. I watched as my
erection would slip part of the way out of him and the dive back in as I
came forward. My thrusts were beginning to make Alan's buttocks quiver
and my balls were slapping against his.
"Uhhhh!" he cried and raised his behind hard against me.
Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the pleasure down much longer and
I felt the surge starting to build inside my body. I pounded into Alan
with everything I had for the last few seconds, then I burst!
"Oh! Alan. Oh God! I'm coming!" I was thrusting wildly as it
happened. I felt the trobbing throughout my body, especially near my
groin. It was like a tidal wave when I came, my whole body bursting in
ecstacy. I grabbed Alan's hips at the height of it all, pulling him
back against me and forcing myself further into his lower intestine. My
semen exploded into Alan's depths, spraying out into his rectum. It
seemed to last all night.
"Oh Alan. Oh, oh, oh," I moaned as I felt the last pulses of my
orgasm trailing off. I wanted to keep it in him longer, but my penis
was completely limp and it slipped out of his behind.
I fell on my back, half-dizzy with exhaustion. Alan lay his
head against my chest and began to lick my nipples. I shuddered at
this. I had never felt electricity like that racing through my body.
All these feelings were new. He climbed all the way on top of me and I
felt his organ growing erect against my body. I spread my legs,
allowing him to slip between them and his firm penis rubbed against my
genitals. Alan began to kiss my chest and then worked his way up my
throat. His mouth was on my neck, then he quickly slid it up onto my
cheek and over to my lips. His hot mouth pressed down on mine. I
couldn't resist the urge to grab his behind and pull him down against
me, hard. He pumped slowly against my thighs as if I were a girl. At
that moment I wished I was a girl with a soaking wet vagina to offer
him, but I wasn't. My rectum would have to do.
"Alan," I moaned through our hot kiss. "Please...I want you
inside me."
He pulled away from me quickly, reaching out for the jar of
lubricant. I moved rapidly to my hands and knees and raised my behind
to him. I heard the pop of the jar lid and then the sticky sound of the
gel on his fingers. Suddenly I felt a twinge of cold as he touched my
behind. He used his dry fingers to spread my buttocks open, then I felt
his tongue begin to explore my split. Seconds later it was running
circles around my anus and I was in heaven. My penis began to grow firm
once again and Alan gently tugged at it as it stiffened. Then he
stopped. His tongue was gone.
"Alan...don't stop," I cried.
It was only a moment before I felt his finger begin to apply the
Vaseline to my anus. With ease and care, Alan slid a finger inside me.
He moved it back and forth inside me body. My orifice offered no
resistance, so Alan added a second finger, which spread me wide open,
and they disappeared into my rectum. Alan pumped his hand into my body,
spreading the gel all throughout me. I felt his fingers touching the
wet walls of my rectum and I wanted more. I let out a deep grunt and
moan. Finally Alan withdrew his hand from my behind. Then I could hear
him slicking up his erection. His breathing was deep and heavy as he
prepared to enter me. I prepared for him too.
The first thing I felt was the warmth of his head. It seemed to
greet my waiting anus with tenderness. After a moment of probing, Alan
began to push his erection further forward. I'd never felt anything
like it before. His entire shaft entered me, making me feel as though I
were being split open. I took deep breaths and relaxed my anus and
rectum. He was completely in me and pumping. It wasn't like a feeling
of violation, but of oneness. Alan was deep inside me, thrusting with
all his energy. I felt his testicles brushing against mine as he ground
into me.
"Oh man! God this feels so good!" he moaned.
I couldn't say anything, I just concentrated on his thrusts. As
things became easier, I tried to tighten my muscles, as if I were having
a bowel movement, and my rectum clasped his penis. From his moans, I
gathered that he liked it. It also made me more aware of just how much
of me he was filling, how deep he was inside me.
"Oh Alan! God...more!" I was forced to cry.
My lover's pelvis pumped faster. His fast breathing and intense
moaning told me he was on the brink. His organ was like a piston inside
my body. Driving, pumping, surging.
"Uhhhhh! Oh God! Yes!" he cried out.
Alan's body flailed about wildly as he reached his peak. I
imagined his erection splitting open at the tip and his semen bursting
forth. Suddenly I realized that I could feel him coming. An intense
warmth seemed to fill my body, down in my rectum. Alan's seed
splattered on the walls of my insides, over and over again, until he was
drained. I collapsed forward on the bed and Alan lay on top of me. He
pumped against me a few more times, then slid off to one side. He
seemed dead, but satisfied. As was I.
Alan and I continued our friendship on into high school, but the
sex stopped during the summer after 9th grade. Both of us had begun to
develop an interest in girls and we were beginning to feel a little
awkward being around each other. Eventually Alan moved away, I don't
even know where to. It was a sad loss, because he and I had shared so
much.
Little did I know the impact our relationship would have on my
later life...
END
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