I was a big boy for a thirteen-year-old, and just starting to grow pubic hair. I was thinking a lot about sex, almost all the time, between lessons at school and whenever I was alone in my bed. I had started to massage my big fat uncut cock, but always stopped before I had an orgasm. Of course, I know what an orgasm was, but I think I was just confused and thought it would be no big deal…well, was I wrong!
Bobby was half a year older than me, and he was tall and skinny with red hair and freckles. We didn’t know each other, hardly at all, when we were told to share a tent in our very first all-night Boy Scout camp out.
This was on a mountain, up in San Diego.
We talked about just about everything under the sun, and finally, about midnight, when out lights were supposed to be out, he asked me if I like to jack off. I said, “Yes” but I didn’t tell him I had never “shot a load” of cum.
Bobby said, “Why don’t we jerk our dicks?” I agreed, and in an instant, my hard cock was protruding out the top of my tight white shorts, and his cock was sticking straight up out of his boxers. We pulled off our shorts, and watched each other with a flash light turned on, laying on its side, between us, giving jsut enough light to see that the other guy was really whacking off.
The sight of Bobby’s 6-incher, neatly cut and slightly curved back towared his belly, got me hotter than I’d ever been. Strange, too, because before this I thought girls were “it”.
Bobby then said, “I have this friend. He’s 16. We’ve been sucking each other. Want to do that?” I wanted to, but was afraid it was some kind of a trap…that he was just trying to con me, then maybe make fun of me afterwards, so I said, “I will if you go first.”
The next thing that happened was something etched into my memory for life. Bobby got up, with his tall lanky body nude and beautiful, and put his thick head of red hair in the middle of my belly, while I lay very still on my back, my cock straining at the tight foreskin that surrounded the big mushroom head beneath.
Bobby inched ever so slowly down my belly with his TONGUE licking and tasting my tummy, plunging into my belly button, and on down through the nearly-hairless pubic region until the tip of his tongue made contact with the dolphin-like tip of my foreskin, worked its way inside the tip, and with his teeth he gently peeled the foreskin back so he could surround the head with the back of his throat.
Barely moving, he started working it up and down, cupping my plump ball sack in his right hand and gently touching my butthole with his left middle finger. He stopped just as I was thrusting hard up and down to feel the length of his mouth and his hot throat. He said, “Okay, your turn,” and rolled over for some of the same. I really owed him a good time, and believe me, he got it.
After about three of these reciprocal visits, I grabbed him by the hair and ears and pushed his head to the bottom of my shaft, and unleashed what must have been a couple of ounces of thin, clear semen.
Afterwards, I was embarassed and ashamed – – – and when I saw Bobby at school the next week, I said, “You queer!” Funny, huh? Now I’m a grown up, a big businessman with all the trappings of success. I’ve made love to beautiful women from several continents, and pleased them all. But seldom do I get near an orgasm without thinking of that hot night in San Diego with a kid named Bobby, and my first real lover.
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