Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 16:53:55 +0100 (CET)
From: thrusterandbryn@fsmail.net
Subject: Thruster's First time part 2

That night the time passed both slow and fast. Slow because I couldn't wait
until the morning to get to see my friend at his house, and fast because my
hand and cock were working overtime as I fantasised about my friends
body. I was so sure that I was at last going to see my first erect cock
other than my own.

I was up early and showered before the rest of the household were awake. I
can remember going a little bit overboard with Dad's aftershave, even
though I wasn't old enough to actually shave at the time. This little error
was noticed immediately. My Mother asked the embarrassing
`only-to-be-expected' questions whilst I was at the breakfast table

"Who is she? -- Where did you meet her? Are you bringing her home to meet
us?" I could have died there and then. Why wasn't there a huge hole in the
floor to swallow me up?

My Sister was excellent and supported me, "aawwww Mum leave him alone,
can't you see he is shy. If I was my brother right now I would never bring
anybody back here."

All Dad could do was to keep on telling me how much that aftershave cost
and that I had no right to use it without asking. "I know how much it cost
Dad," I said, "I bought it for you for your birthday -- buy one get one
free at the supermarket!" That kept him quiet.

            The telephone rung, it was my friend telling me that he had a
huge chore to do that day and to wear something that didn't matter getting
dirty. I immediately agreed to help and turned up at his house wearing an
old football strip.

He, and his family, lived in a very respectable sized house with a well
kept garden. At the end of the back garden was a paddock in which was a
static-type mobile home, his family had agreed that if he cleaned it out
and gave it a coat of paint he could have sole use of it.

"Well what shall we start off doing?" I asked.

"Washing the outside I think," was the reply.

So it was shirts off and plenty of soapy water time. My friend made sure he
was always in charge of the hosepipe and caught me many times with the
water jet. I was soaking but as it was a sunny day it didn't matter. I did
tip a bucket of soapy water over him in retaliation. It was a good fun
morning.

 "Let's get naked," he said. I was a little shy because we were still in
the paddock.

"Are we overlooked here?" I asked.

"No, not even from the house." He said.

"I would feel a lot more comfortable inside," I said.

"Wimp," was his reply and he stripped naked and ran into the mobile
home. Not to be outdone I did the same. My friend was already drying
himself off with a towel and I could not believe my eyes, he had a very
rigid erection. I had at last seen another guys erect penis and it was
stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My friends cock was about 4"
long and curved inwards. It throbbed and there was still a little foreskin
just covering up the rim of his helmet. His cock looked delicious. I wanted
it right away.

"That was fun wasn't it," he grinned, "enjoying the view?"

I had to touch it. Nothing would stop me from holding such a delightful
organ. I ran my fingers along the shaft from the bottom to the top which I
pinched gently. My friend appeared to enjoy this. I was holding an erect
cock. I couldn't believe it.

Now for once in my life my cock was behaving perfectly. I could feel that
it wanted to jump to attention, but it was as though it was waiting for me
to give it the command, or enter a password. I was staring at my very first
erection, a really beautiful erection and I was soft.

I stretched his foreskin over his cock-head and then drew it back. I ran my
fingers over every inch of my friends cock. I wanted to kiss it but was
interrupted when my friend announced, "I cum as soon as I saw you taking
off your shorts. I love your naked body and I cannot help myself. Naked is
great isn't it?"

I took my hand away immediately. There was no sign of `cum'. I was puzzled
at this remark and asked how it had happened.

"Well look at me -- as hard as a bean pole."

"What? Do you think that cumming is getting a hard-on?" I questioned.

"Yes, of course, I cum very quickly."

Oh my, it was time to sit down and have a long chat.

"What happened when we were in the sea together?" I asked him.

"You should know, you played with my cock and I cum straight away. Aren't
you going to cum as well?"

Although I did not understand the meaning of the word perplexed when I was
nearly fourteen, I was perplexed. He was my new pal. I would have to
explain.

"Can we sit and chat for a while?" I suggested, "I think there is something
I should tell you."

We sat in the lounge area of the van. I was still soft and my friend was
semi-hard, I could see his foreskin slowly covering his cock-end. I began
by asking him how long he had played with his erect cock at any one time
and did he keep going once it was hard?.

"Well only until I cum," he replied.

"Well, I think I should tell you that you have been misinformed about
`cumming', it doesn't mean getting a hard-on, it means having an orgasm."

He looked blank. "Orgasm? What is orgasm?"

As a very experienced nearly fourteen year old I explained what an orgasm
was and how it happened. My friend was silent. Then he told me he was told
that by the group of girls he had been hanging around with, they were
obviously misinformed. "I feel like a right dip-stick," he said, "how
embarrassing. I think you are the only person I have told, so if you keep
it quiet I will be OK."

This was a very serious obligation to an eleven and three-quarter and a
nearly fourteen year old and we made a solemn pact together. The serious
bit was over and I took hold of my own cock and began to wank and suggested
my friend did the same. I told him to keep doing this until he begins to
feel a wonderful sensation.

It did not take him long. It wasn't a spectacular gush but it was
accompanied by a shrill "WOW, that felt great -- I had a sensation like
that in bed a while ago -- so that is what it was!"

I was so glad to hear those last few words, as I didn't know for ages what
was going on. At least my friend knew right away what it was all about.

He watched as I wanked and occasionally took over, I enjoyed it but it
didn't feel quite the same as doing it yourself. I still had a lot to
learn, obviously. In those days I liked to use my foreskin to help glide my
hand up and down the shaft and tighten my grip as my hand covers my
helmet. When my skin was fully pulled back my cock curved and throbbed with
my heartbeat. When I eventually came the sperm shot out all over my chest
and I can recollect `putting-it-on-a-bit' - playing to the crowd is a
better expression -- lot's of un-necessary yells and grunts as I
remember. My friend gently squeezed my skin as it covered my cock end. We
were both limp.

"Let's do it again," my friend said.

I suggested that we cleaned ourselves up and did a bit of tidying first in
case his folks appeared on the scene.

We devised a plan whereby our shorts were always within easy reach, so that
if his parents approached we could jump into them quickly and start
cleaning the nearest surface.

Other than that we frolicked about in that Mobile home for hours. I like
the word frolicked, it sums up the event so well, and we did a lot of work
tidying that camper.

My friend was slightly shorter than me, 4'7" and I was 4'11" we were not
blond but both had fair hair. Like all of that age we were smooth. I had
slightly more of a tan than he did, but our naughty regions were very
white. I had already grown some pubes (well just a few if I can recollect,
probably you could count them) but my friend had only the first signs of
hair. Our cocks were impressive beasts to us at the time, but as I
recollect they were not that long. My friends foreskin was a lot longer
than mine and overhung by about a half inch. Mine just covered my cock. In
fact foreskins were not an issue then. We knew nothing about
circumcisions. To be perfectly honest I don't think either of us had more
than two and a half inches when slack.

We heard his mother approaching and quickly put on our shorts. My friend
grabbed a pair of marigolds and a cloth and I had a tin of aerosol polish
and began to squirt it on the shelves.

His mother entered with some drinks and remarked on how nice it smelled and
the progress we had made. "Lunch will be in about two hours when your
father gets back," she said, "don't be late."

I was watching his mother leaving out of the window and my shorts were
lowered to the ground. My friend's hand grabbed my cock and began to wank
it. "Here we go again," I thought and just stood there looking out of the
window letting my friend have his way with me. It felt better this time, he
was beginning to learn to firm up his hold and use the skin. I loved my
friend to bits. I broke loose and made for the bed and fell onto it face
up. My friend followed and laid down close to me cuddling up.

"This has been a morning to remember, Thruster," my friend stated, "now
where was I?" and he took hold of my cock again. I just laid back and
thought of England as the saying goes. I could feel his warm breath on my
cock. His eyes were up so close as he inspected my balls. Both our balls
were tight, although mine were just a little larger than his. I felt his
lips on my balls as he was slowly pulling my skin up and down. He kissed my
cock all over. I desperately wanted to kiss his. He was really hard again,
a cock begging for it, but I controlled myself and allowed him to complete
the task to hand. I exploded my juices again all over my chest and he
carried on jerking me. I just didn't realise that the intensity of the
orgasm increased so much that eventually you have to stop for fear of
bursting your helmet. What a wonderful experience and to top it all my
friend kissed me on the lips. Shit, I had a warm feeling.

I turned to him and this time I did what I wanted to do a while ago and
kissed his cock. He squealed as I allowed my tongue to feel into his pee
slit. He relished it. I didn't take too much into my mouth at that stage
and using my hand mainly brought him to a real rigid hard-on. I kissed
every inch of his cock and balls, his navel and nipples, then back to his
navel and back all over his cock. His helmet was red and his foreskin
tight. I really enjoyed watching that glide up and down from such a
different angle as I was used to with mine. And don't cocks look so much
bigger from below.

"I love you," I whispered and without replying he moved his lips to mine
and we kissed again.

"Thank you for today, Thruster," he said and we just laid back on the bed
and relaxed.

"My cousin and his mate are coming tomorrow so we had better be a bit
secretive about this," he said. "My cousin is fifteen and his mate 16. My
cousin is an odd sort."


Now that is chapter three.