From: laird@hargray.com (larry  miller)
Subject: My First (b/b)
Date: 9 Jun 1996 11:41:30 GMT
Organization: InterStar corp.

To all that it may concern:  Most of this story is true, some of the
names have been changed to protect the innocent,. 

Warning:  This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting minor boys.  If this type of story offends you, does not
appeal to you, or if you are under the age of 18 (or whatever the
legal age in your area is) then exit this file NOW!!  Do not read
further unless you  acknowledge the content  Comments are
always more than welcome, 

My First
by
L.E.M.

	It was the summer of  '61  I was 12 and growing-up in a
small Western Pennsylvania town. We had always lived in this
area, but after my mother and father had separated we lift the farm
and my mother, two younger sisters and myself moved into town. 

	I was never like the rest of the boys in school but didn't
know how I was  different.  I liked sports, but didn't live and breath
baseball as the rest. I had friends, but was more content to be off in
the woods by myself.  I liked to run the hills and woods that
surrounded our small valley town, and to sit for many hours by the
river and let my thoughts drift with the slow currents of the river.

	There was a large house some three blocks from our home
that sit in the middle of 1 1/2 acres.  It once belong to a high
school phys. ed. teacher who moved with his family to a larger
house up on the hill.  He had filled his house with boys, there must
have been about six. As they were all older, I did not go to school
with them or really know any of them.  But there old house sit by
one of my favorite paths out of town. 

	 I liked to stop and sit under the many large old oak trees
that were on the property. It was a cool place, with thick green
grass, high and soft, right in the middle of town with nothing but
cement sidewalks, asphalt streets, and too many people all around. 
It was like another world there, peaceful, quite, and still.   It was
one of those quite days and I was there under a large oak, enjoying
the sweet smell of the grass when I thought I heard voices inside
the house.

	The place had long been empty and no one was living there
so the voices set me back.  They were not loud or talking that
much but you could tell someone was inside.  I walked to the back
of the house and found that the door was open.  I had not noticed
before but there were no locks on the door and now it set a little
ajar.  I carefully walked in trying not to make any noise.  I
searched over the first floor and found no one.  I tried the best I
could to go up the stairs without making a sound but the old steps
would not corporate.  I still found no one as I looked over the
second floor.  As I got near the attic door I could hear the sound of
voices above me.  Up I went slowly as not to announce my arrival.

	What I saw next, still to this day starts a feeling of
excitement deep inside me. On a old mattress in the attic lay the
most beautiful and exciting boy I have ever seen.  He laid there
total naked playing with his hard dick.  Two younger and fully
clothed boys sat close by watching the show.  I had seen this boy
around before but never met him.  He was a year or two younger
then me,  with blondish red hair, firm clear skin, and a  2 1/2'' 
hard, hairless cock.  I stood there quietly watching him pull on his
dick, moving his hips up and down, showing his two friends how
to jack-off.  I watched for a few seconds till I found that I was hard
myself.  I started to pull at my own dick enjoying the feeling of
watching someone else.  I guess I must have got carried away and
made some noise because the two younger boy jumped up.  

	As I blocked their only exit they just stood there turning red
with the embarrassment of being caught.  I still had my pants on
but my dick was out, hard, and I was pumping away.  Gene looked
up and without missing a stroke slid his butt over on the mattress
and offered me a spot next to him.  Being some what shy I held
back a bit, but I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by. 
As I set down next to him, he reached over and undid the rest of
my pants, and I slid them down below my knees.  

	He then took hold of my cock, which was just starting to
show some pubic hairs, and worked it like it was his own. I had
done this many time myself but never did I feel like this, never did
I enjoy it this much, never did I feel this close to being in heaven.
He reached down and held my balls with one hand and worked my
dick with his other hand.  Faster and faster till I could not hold it
back.   I felt it building deep down like it had many times before,
but this time it was different, it was more intense.  Then I shot my
first load, and it scared the hell out of me. It shot up over my head,
in my face, all over my stomach, I was covered with cum.

	I don't know when they left but Gene and I were now alone. 
As I started to recover from the most intense orgasm that I ever
had he asked if I would do him.  I was glad that the others had left,
for I did not want them to see how badly I handled someone eles's
dick.  I had never touched another dick besides mine own, and was
surprised to find that it was totaly different then touching my own. 
His cock was a little smaller than mine and as I worked on it I
watched every move of his body, every expression on his face.  It
did not take long for him to reach his clamax but it was dry, just a
drop of clear pre cum on the head of his dick. 
  
	We had many more good times over the years that
followed, then I went away.  I returned a few years later and we
got together again.  But we both sort of driffted away.  Years later
after I moved off and out on my own I realised that I was in love
with him.  Now thirty years later I still think of him often.  I've
tryed to get in touch with him, but the only contact I have is
through his dad, and he will not tell me where he is or how he is
doing.

	If you have enjoyed my first attemp to write and post let me
know and I'll try more.                      L.E.M.