Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (2 page)

My hands moved greedily over the flesh, kneading and stroking as I pulled the cheeks apart and stared down into the exposed crack. I could see Bobby
’
s asshole! Bobby
’
s mouth slurped up half my cock as I stared down at his vulnerable little slot
,
and I knew I just had to feel it. I held the plump cheeks apart with one hand and crammed my fingers into the valley with the other. Slick, moist skin welcomed my exploration. I found the wrinkled hole and began to tease and stroke it. Bobby lurched, his back arching and his mouth opening wider to take in more of my throbbing cock. As I began to toy with the slippery, flushed opening, Bobby grunted and buried his face in my crotch, suddenly taking all of my boner into his mouth at once.

I shoved my finger between his tight ass lips. The clamping sphincter pulsed and snapped around my digging digit. I wormed it deeper, incensed at the way it looked, my finger sticking out of his hole as I probed and poked his guts. His hot insides quivered nervously
,
b
ut Bobby apparently loved it. He wiggled his big sexy butt and slurped greedily over my stiff bone. His wet suctioning was driving me nuts while the nasty smacking of his lips also gave me an idea.

I bent over and spit down into his crack, the gob of saliva landing right on target. I worked the spit into his tight young asshole with my finger. He groaned deep in his chest
,
and his ass shook like big bowls of sexy
J
ell-
O
. I grinned and spit again, working the goo in and out and deeper and deeper.

We were both shaking by then. With my finger exploring Bobby
’
s tight little anus and his mouth bobbing up and down over my stiff whanger, I felt orgasm approaching. I was going to blow! But Bobby lost it first. His high-pitched whine thrummed around my cock as he suddenly erupted. He
’
d been pumping his own cock
,
and he grunted out his ecstasy. I felt jizz spraying my naked thighs.

That did it for me, plus the fact his snug butthole convulsed wildly around my knuckle-deep finger. I jammed that finger as far up Bobby
’
s quivering hole as possible and thrust my cock up into his slobbering mouth. I shot.

Waves of hot satisfaction rocked through me as my cock unloaded in Bobby
’
s mouth. He kept on sucking until both of us had emptied our young balls. I pulled out and Bobby stood up, my finger still buried up his between his sexy ass cheeks.

“
Will you suck me off
,
too?
”
Bobby
’
s innocent smile belied his lusty libido.

I didn
’
t even bother to answer. I still had my finger up his ass
,
and I wiggled it around and grinned, dropping down to kneel on our discarded clothing. His cock drooped slightly, but was still fat and full.

He was hot for more sex already! Kneeling in front of him, I had my arm wrapped around his waist and one finger still digging around in his steamy ass slot. As he squirmed around that probing finger, he hastily worked to wipe the jizz off his cock on
to
his undershirt.
His cock
reared out in front of him, half-hard, when I opened wide and slurped it up.

I
’
d sucked cocks before, but never one this big. I thought I
’
d dislocate my jaw! It was fat as hell and had to be a foot long. He was definitely young and hung. I fed it to myself with one hand around the base while I continued to probe into his tight asshole with a spit-wet finger. Bobby
’
s cock rose up to its former stiffness after a few moments of avid slurping on my part. Then, he obligingly spread his legs wider to open up his crack for my delving finger. That
’
s when I released his cock with my other hand and shoved it up under his crotch. Now I had both hands in his crack.

I got my fingers in there, pulling his hole apart with one hand then placing a second finger beside the first and wiggling it around the swollen ass lips to worm it beyond the defending rim. Bobby groaned
,
and his butt shook as he bent his knees and dropped down slightly over my fingers. That did the trick. I suddenly had two fingers up his butthole.

I bobbed my head over his fat cock head, managing to open my throat and get half his shaft in my mouth. Bobby groaned louder, his butt shaking like mad and his asshole going crazy around my fingers. I snorted air through my nose and took the plunge, sucking in all of Bobby
’
s big boner to the balls.

Bobby cried out, his asshole suddenly opening up like a budding bloom. The sphincter gaped apart
,
and both my fingers plunged deep. I wiggled and twisted them, probing Bobby
’
s cherry prostate with insistent jabs. His knees weakened
,
and he reached out with both hands to lean on me, his asshole totally open for my jabbing fingers.

I knew right then that I had to fuck him. Immediately.

I spit out his cock in a daze of lust and turned him with my hands on his ass. He moaned and shook all over, while his asshole remained sloppy and welcoming, as if he knew what was coming and was already giving in to it. Bobby bent over, placing his hands on his knees, and then he looked back at me. Those big brown eyes were soft and dreamy. He wanted to get fucked!

My own cock was hard as rock again. I had to take my fingers out of Bobby
’
s quaking ass-pit long enough to put on a condom
I frantically fished out of my discarded jeans
, but he remained bent over and waiting without saying a word.

What a sight! The sexy country boy was naked except for his boots, his feet wide apart and his chunky alabaster ass wriggling, bent over, waiting for my cock. Unbelievable!

I stood behind him and shoved my cock between the globes of his plump young ass. The mounds trembled violently as my poker scooted around in search of the hot little butt slot. In a daze of heated desire, I managed to remember about the lube I
’
d also bought in town the evening before. My pants were at my feet. I hastily bent down and rummaged through the pockets
again
.

Bobby watched me with his head craned around. When I squirted the clear lube over my cock
,
he bit his lip and moaned. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. I jammed my cock up into his steamy crack again, so excited I thought I might shoot before I got it inside him. Using my fingers, I found the hole and pulled it open, planting my cockhead at the swollen entrance. I poised for the plunge, staring down at Bobby
’
s sexy, bent-over body. Then I shoved.

Heated, quivering asshole surrounded my cock as I drove it deep. Bobby was wide open for me, but still his cherry butt-hole was deliciously snug. The lips stretched around my shaft, clinging to it as I prodded deeper and deeper.

“
FUCK MY ASS!
”
Bobby howled.

I rammed all the way home. And then I shot my load. Even while I was c
u
ming inside him, I fucked him. Barely able to stand, I held onto his sexy
ass cheek
s while I drilled him in furious rhythm for a good ten minutes until a second orgasm rose up to erupt once again.

Bobby muttered and moaned the whole time, his body limp and willing beneath my assault. His asshole was accommodating, steamy and slick with lube. But when I cried out with my second orgasm, he rose up
, and g
obs of cream sprayed the woodpile in front of us as Bobby shot again.

I stayed an extra two weeks at
Granddad
’
s that autumn
, and
Bobby and I rocked that woodshed every afternoon.

I had never chopped so much wood in my life.

271

Mickey Erlach

When I was
eighteen,
the only place I felt truly alive was by the banks of a small stream
,
which ran through the bushland at the back of our property. I would lie there cushioned by the sweet smelling grass that grew tall by its banks and watch the light dance on the water as it trickled by. Every few met
er
s
,
the shallow stream would deepen, creating decent-sized paddling pools where tadpoles liked to congregate. Even as a teenager
,
I would gaze in wonder at them as they wriggled through the water, each at a different stage of metamorphosis.

Toward the far edge of the thicket
,
there was an old fig tree whose branches, thick with large, dark green leaves, spread out above the grass almost to the bank of the stream. I called it
“
The Fortress
”
because it seemed impenetrable, in those days. I loved to climb up onto the smooth, thick branches on a hot summer
’
s afternoon and lie there imagining I was anywhere but in the small town I
’
d had the misfortune to be living in.

The Fortress was my secret place. It may have been on government land
,
but in my mind it was an island in a sea of wild bush, hidden from everyone and known only to me. Its bounty, the sweet, succulent crop of figs it produced annually, provided me with sustenance. In fact, I felt I could live here quite happily for the rest of my life, self-sufficient with fresh stream water to drink, figs to eat and no
one to bother me.

Summer days could get pretty hot so quite often I would peel off my
T-shirt
and shorts, leave them hanging safely on a branch in The Fortress and go skinny-dipping. With
no one
else around
,
I felt perfectly comfortable walking the dozen or so steps from the base of the fig tree to the nearest paddle pool, slipping into the cool water and pretending that I was the only person in the world.

That
eighteenth
summer was also the year I underwent a metamorphosis of my own. The smooth, milky-white skin of my boyhood had transformed seemingly overnight into something rougher
and
hairier. I noticed a shadow of fine hair growing on my top lip, and above my cock, which had also experienced a growth spurt, a forest of black, curly hair had appeared. My voice was deepening
,
and every morning, without fail, I would wake up with an erection that never wanted to go down and seemed intent on embarrassing me in front of my parents.

One particular morning
,
I awoke with more than an erection to contend with. There was something else down there, something strange. I put my hand down my p
a
jama pants and encountered a small patch of sticky stuff. It looked like glue and had a kind of starchy smell to it. I immediately panicked. I had no idea what it was. I had never seen anything like it before and wondered if I had contracted some hideous illness during the course of the night. One thing was for sure, I wasn
’
t going to tell Mum or Dad about it. I decided it would be best to leave it a few days to see if it would clear up by itself.

Somehow I managed to get my p
a
jama pants into the bathroom and sponged off before anyone could see what had happened. I hung them over a chair in my room while I had a shower, that way they would be dry enough to fold up and put beneath my pillow before I went to school.

The perfect crime, or at least that
’
s what it felt like. I had no idea why I felt so ashamed, but I did. Had I vomited over my p
a
jamas
,
I would have gladly given them to Mum to clean
up. But this was different. This was something that had happened
“
down there
,
”
and I was feeling fiercely private about the latest developments in that particular area.

It was now mid
March
,
and summer was officially over, although nobody appeared to have told Mother Nature. She always saved the most ferocious heat for March. For the past two days
,
the temperature had peaked at forty degrees
,
and the weather forecast wasn
’
t predicting any cooler weather. To make matters worse, it was the beginning of the school year. I was now in
my last year of
high school
,
and we had only been back at school for three weeks when the heat
wave hit. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that there w
ere
only ten months of school left before the end of this year and I graduated. Then I could escape to the city.

I had it all planned. I would go and live with my Aunt Jane, who was divorced and le
a
d a life
that
evolved around nightclubs and parties and get a job in a record store. Music was my passion and often my only savior. I knew about every band and every singer, thanks to a steady diet of Countdown, Smash Hits, Number One and NME. These were the only qualifications I would need to achieve my dream, and when I had saved enough money I would get my own flat
,
and
I
’
d have somewhere else to call my own
– a
place where I could do what I wanted.

But that was in the future. In the present I had to contend with a heat
wave, school and a bully nicknamed Bouncer because that
’
s what he used to do to anyone he took a dislik
ing
to – bounce them around the playground. He was the bane of my life. He was five
-
foot
-
eleven, athletic, had clipped blond hair and a penchant for making my life
h
ell. He liked nothing more than to trip me up, stick chewing gum in the lock of my locker, hide my school bag or anything else he could think of to get a laugh out of the goons that hung around with him. He was so popular that even the
older boys
, who thought they were the sheriffs of the schoolyard, let him hang out with them and smoke Marlboros up behind the Pre-Voc shed.

However, this year he didn
’
t appear to be interested in bullying me. During the first three weeks of school he
’
d had numerous opportunities to get a laugh at my expense, but he had passed them all up. I expected things to happen and when they didn
’
t, I was at a loss. It unnerved me not to be picked on by Bouncer.

By Friday of the fourth week back at school
,
the mercury had climbed to forty-two degrees
Celsius
. The classrooms weren
’
t equipped with air
conditioners, only ceiling fans, which were barely adequate at the best of times, so the teachers let us go home early. We couldn
’
t get out of those classrooms fast enough. Many students headed straight for the local pool or to air
conditioned homes, but I headed straight for the stream and my own private sanctuary.

After dropping my bag at home and changing into an old
T-shirt
and some shorts
,
I was over the back fence and running through the bush toward the stream. My clothes hadn
’
t even had time to absorb the sweat on my skin before they were off again. I dropped them by the side of the stream and jumped in
–
the cold water taking my breath away.

The water in this pool was only waist deep, but the hole itself was wide enough to allow me to stretch out and float on my back. I liked nothing better than the feeling of being immersed in the cool water with the hot sun on my face, especially on a day like today. As I lay back on the surface of the water, I dipped my head back and wet my hair. Then I closed my eyes, relaxed and let the sun
’
s rays beat down on me. Behind me
,
I could hear the water trickling into the pool, creating a peaceful and calming ambience.

As the sun washed over the front of my body I became aware of a familiar sensation in my groin. I felt myself stiffening under the heat of the sun
,
and my hand, seemingly independent of my mind, gripped my hardening cock and began to stroke it. I had never done this before, a fact I was surprised by since it felt so damned good. The sensation as I began to rub it was incredible
,
and as this feeling intensified
,
I wondered if anything else in the world could ever feel this good. My cock got so hard I felt sure the skin surrounding the muscle would split open.

“
Well, well,
”
came a deep voice from the side of the pool.

I immediately knelt down so the water, which now came up to my neck, hid my erection. I looked up to see who the intruder was and was shocked to see none other than Bouncer standing there, holding my clothes in his hand.

“
Got quite a big cock there, Farmer,
”
he smirked.

I froze.

“
Suppose you
’
d like ya clothes back,
”
he said, the smirk turning into a grin.

“
Yes, please,
”
I replied respectfully.

“
Well come and get
‘
em.
”

I couldn
’
t believe this was happening. If I stayed in the water to hide my hard-on, he might get bored and take off with my clothes. On the other hand, if I got out of the water, not only would he see my erection, but he could still take off with my clothes. In the end
,
I decided to risk getting out of the water to retrieve my clothes. I figured the humiliation I
’
d suffer would satisfy him enough to return my belongings.

I stood up and took a couple of steps towards the edge of the pool. My hard cock slapped against my legs as I moved.

“
Shit man, you
’
ve got a fuckin
’
hard
-
on
,
h
omo!
”
he jeered.

I dropped to my knees and tucked my erection between my thighs to hide it. It wasn
’
t possible for me to hate him any more than I did at that moment, not only for humiliating me beyond belief, but for doing it here, in my secret place; for trespassing into the only place that was mine. I felt tears welling up in my eyes
,
but I was determined not to let him see me cry. I blinked them back and looked him straight in the eye
s
, although it was difficult not to be distracted by what looked like a large bulge in his shorts. Suddenly I wasn
’
t afraid any more.

“
What are ya lookin
’
at?
”
he snarled.

“
Nothing,
”
I lied, averting my gaze.

“
You were lookin
’
at my cock, weren
’
t ya?
”
he said accusingly.

Suddenly
,
a dark look came over his face. He dropped my clothes, tore his shirt off and came storming towards me. I turned to run but he leapt into the pool, landing on my back and pushing me face first into the water. I came up spluttering as he grabbed me around the neck with his arm. He held me in a vice-like grip. My hands went up to try and wrench his arm away from my throat, but of course it was useless.

“
Stop it, Bouncer,
”
I managed to say.
“
I can
’
t breathe.
”

“
You were lookin
’
at my cock, weren
’
t ya?
”
he repeated.
“
Tell me
,
and I
’
ll let ya go.
”

His grip tightened
,
and I could feel my face
t
urning red.

“
Bouncer, I
...
can
’
t
...
breathe,
”
I gasped, starting to panic.