Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (3 page)

But then I became aware that I could feel Bouncer
’
s cock against my naked buttocks, and it was hard
–
rock hard
–
and straining against the fabric of his shorts with all its might. I had an idea.

“
If you let me go, I
’
ll do anything,
”
I struggled to say.

Bouncer relaxed his grip a little.

“
What?
”

“
I said if you let me go, I
’
ll do anything you want me to.
”

Bouncer let me go, pushing me against the far bank of the pool. I got up and turned to face him. I saw for the first time his toned abdominals and pectorals, lightly tanned and covered in a mat of fine, golden hair. Tiny drops of water clung to each hair and glistened in the sunlight. He looked like a Greek
g
od
,
and in an instant I forgot that I hated him.

“
You wanna see my cock, don
’
t ya
,
faggot?
”
he asked.

I was not a stupid person. What Bouncer was really saying was that he wanted to show me his cock. So really I had no choice. If I said no, he might lose face and give me a belting
,
so I said
,
“
Y
es.
”

He looked about to see if anyone else was around, but there wasn
’
t. Our house was the nearest building
,
and that was quite a long way through the thick bush from where we were. Satisfied we were alone
,
Bouncer began to lower his shorts, revealing a thick black bush of his own. As his shorts came down his cock slapped up against his hard stomach with a sharp thwak!

“
There ya go, faggot. Ya like it?
”

“
I guess,
”
I replied, not knowing what the etiquette was for talking about your bully
’
s penis.
“
It
’
s big.
”

“
Yours is bigger.
”

“
No way,
”
I said, feeling more and more comfortable.

“
Let
’
s measure them then. Come over here.
”

I couldn
’
t believe what was happening. As I neared him
,
he held out his hand, grabbed my cock and pulled me closer to him. He put our cocks together and noted that they were approximately the same size. Then he looked at me in a way that made me want to melt. He closed his eyes and leaned in to me. I had seen this in movies
,
and without any experience whatsoever
,
my lips touched his
,
and we kissed. His hot breath on my mouth made me tingle even though we were standing in icy cold water.

Then I felt his hand come down and grip my hard-on.

“
Has anyone ever played with your dick before?
”
he whispered.

“
No.
”

“
How many times have you cum?
”
he asked, his lips still on mine.

“
What?
”
I asked.

He broke off the kiss.

“
You do know what cum is, don
’
t ya?
”

“
Nup.
”

Looking back
,
I can
’
t believe how naive I was, but it was true. I didn
’
t know what cum was. I had few friends and kept to myself at school, all of which meant I had little or no opportunity to find out about these things in the school yard like most other teenagers.

“
Come over here,
”
Bouncer said, leading me to the side of the pool by my cock.

He lay back on the grass and pulled me on top of him so that my back was firmly cushioned on his well-developed chest and stomach.

“
Now just relax,
”
he told me.
“
Relax.
”

I did as he said and let my body go limp. I felt him grip my erection and start pulling it. My breathing became heavier. I couldn
’
t believe how much better it felt when someone else was doing it. I closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. I could feel his hard cock nestled neatly in the crack of my a
ss
. I could hear him breathing and feel his hot breath on my cheek. He began to lick my ear
,
and I began to make little moaning noises. My body felt electric; so unreal that at any moment I thought I would float off into the sky.

“
How does that feel?
”
he asked, puffing into my ear.

“
Mmmmm. Good,
”
I managed to reply, wondering how the hell he came to be so good at this. I didn
’
t have a clue about wanking.

But it was better than good. It was incredibly good. Inexplicably fantastic
!
I wanted this feeling to last forever and ever. I wanted his hand to keep pumping my cock until the day I died.

“
Feel good?
”
he asked again.

“
Oh yeah,
”
I moaned.

And then I could feel an almighty sensation building up from deep inside me.

“
I think I
’
m gonna piss myself,
”
I confessed.

I couldn
’
t believe that at such a critical moment I was going to urinate over us both and spoil the whole thing. However, it didn
’
t seem to bother Bouncer, who instead of stopping
,
began to pull my cock faster and faster until I reached the point where I thought I was going to explode. And then I did. All over his hand and my stomach.

When he stopped wanking, I looked down and saw the same sticky, white stuff I had discovered on my p
a
jama pants a few days earlier.

“
What is that stuff?
”
I asked.

Bouncer laughed and told me that it was cum. Mystery solved.

He rolled me off him
,
and I discovered that he
,
too
,
had exploded
–
all over my as
s
. He put his finger in my crack and ran it along my hole, flicking strings of cum off onto the crushed grass. He did it again
,
and I felt a little tremor pass through my body.

“
If ya tell anyone what we did, I will fuckin
’
kill ya,
”
he threatened.

“
I won
’
t,
”
I promised.

And that was where our passion began and ended. Bouncer stood up, wiped his cock on my
T-shirt
and disappeared back into the bush. I lay down on the grass where he had lain, completely relaxed and breathed in the smell of crushed grass and sex. I couldn
’
t stop smiling for the rest of the day
,
and from then on
,
whenever I saw Bouncer
,
I couldn
’
t help but wonder if it would ever happen again, if he would ever take my cock in his hand and stroke it until I blew. Unfortunately
,
it never did, although there was one consolation. Bouncer, the school bully, soon found someone else to pick on which meant he left me alone. I sometimes wondered if he ever did the same thing with his new
“
victim.
”

271

Mickey Erlach

Joe hurried down the path passing the music block on his right; the off key notes of some want-to-be musician assaulting his ears. The terrible playing was soon drowned out by the sounds of heavy machinery as he neared the brick tech building to his left. Someone was busily putting the last minute touches on some object, probably a bookend or wooden pencil case.

Joe continued down the footpath between the tech building and the schools boundary fence. The golf course on the other side was pristinely green and isolated. Joe had never actually seen anyone playing golf there, not in all the years at this school.

It had been a long time, from that first apprehensive day he had stumbled in confusion and fear around the huge high school. The school was filled with large sprawling buildings holding many classrooms that seemed to have no order or reason to the numbering system used on the
ir
doors. There was added culture shock after being the big kids at primary to being suddenly surrounded by taller, older students.
Joe had learned to be tough but fair
.
H
e would stick up for the little guy, remembering what it was like being the new kid. Of course, he had grown since then, now it was the last few days of year twelve. Joe was now eighteen
,
and to his horror, he was still a virgin. Perhaps not a virgin in the traditional sense of the word, he had had girlfriends
,
but Joe had kept a secret from everyone. He was gay
.
T
here were some attractive guys in his year
,
but none had ever shown any sign of being like him
,
and besides he always had a huge crush on his former best friend Ash.

Joe and Ash had been best friends since early primary school, but as they grew, Joe came to the reali
z
ation that he wanted more from Ash than just friendship. When Joe
’
s sexual identity and his secret attraction had started to become a real issue, he had slowly removed himself from Ash and his circle of friends. Joe joined another group of friends, mostly girls, who liked that he never cracked on to them. Joe and Ash were still civil and would occasionally chat and catch up when the situation brought them together.
Joe passed the tech building and checked his reflection in the window. He brushed his thick blond hair from his eyes and adjusted his white collared shirt. He noticed the top button of his school shirt was missing, revealing much more of his smooth tanned muscular chest then was appropriate. The shirt was also a little small in the arms
.
The
short almost see through sleeves hardly contained his bicep muscles
.
Y
ears of working on the farm at home had given him a well
-
defined muscular build. However, Joe only smiled, with this being his last day of school he gladly wouldn
’
t have to replace the shirt. Joe gave one last smile at his reflection, crossed the footpath and hurried past the bike racks and into the hall.

Upon entering the large
,
smelly
,
assembly hall, Joe was glad to see that the exam hadn
’
t started yet. He quickly scanned the room for empty seats and found one just behind and to the left of Ash. Joe hurried over to Ash and gave him a warm smile, which Ash returned with a nod of his head, which sent his long brown hair trailing over his handsome face. Joe took his seat and fiddled with his pen.

Ash said a quiet
,
“
Good luck
,
”
as he brushed the hair from his face with his left hand.

Joe sat waiting for the exam to be handed back to him and couldn
’
t prevent his gaze from resting on Ash. As Joe stared at Ash, Ash
’
s long brown hair and broad shoulders fascinated him and stirred his cock into a half mongrel. Joe almost jumped out of his seat when Ash turned to pass the exams to the guy behind him
.
Ash noticed Joe
’
s stare and gave an odd smile raising his right eyebrow slightly. Joe flushed with embarrassment, realizing that he
,
too
,
now had a pile of exams sitting on his desk. Joe quickly took the top exam and handed the rest back to a rather impatient looking guy that Joe didn
’
t really know.

The exam was scheduled to
last
for two hours
,
and Joe had no idea how to answer most of the questions on the test paper. It had been almost
thirty
min
utes
when Joe had completed all the questions he could answer and had guessed the rest. Joe only had to wait a few minutes more before the teacher finally told those who had finished that they could quietly leave.

Joe watched Ash rise and walk down the isle of tables right past his seat, lightly brushing against Joe
’
s shoulder as he walked alongside
,
which aroused the shaft contained within Joe
’
s pants. Joe couldn
’
t be sure if it had been deliberate or not, but even if it had been intentional on Ash
’
s part, it would have only been intended as a friendly gesture. Joe waited just long enough for his cock to soften before he got up and followed the small crowd of students out of the hall.

Joe left the hall and saw Ash standing under the shade of a nearby tree waiting for him. Joe headed for Ash while the other students formed small groups and wandered off in all directions.

Joe looked over Ash as he approached
.
Ash was about the same height as Joe but thinner
.
H
e had an athletic build, but without bulging muscles like Joe
’
s.
Ash
’
s long brown hair hung gently over his shoulders and wisps of it blew in the summer breeze. A large mound filled the crotch of
his
gray shorts
,
and muscular, scarcely hair
y
legs protruded from beneath. Joe
’
s mind filled with thoughts of what made up the proportions of that mound in those gray shorts.

Joe recalled how one day last year h
e
and Ash had been sitting on the sports oval at the back of school chatting while the rest of the
ir
history class did the same. At one point while they sat
in conversation, Joe
’
s attention was drawn to a flash of pale movement at Ash
’
s right leg
,
and Joe had gasped as he spotted only for a second that Ash
’
s cock had flopped from his pants and rested along his inner thigh. Ash had quickly tucked it back into hiding, but Joe had caught a glimpse of the thick smooth cock
,
and ever since then he had trouble keeping his own cock flaccid whenever Ash was around.

That
was
one of the reasons Joe had put so much distance between him and Ash. Joe did miss Ash
’
s friendship. However, Joe had felt that he had no choice but to separate himself from the object of his affection. If Joe wished to keep his secret in the small country town where he went to school, he couldn
’
t risk any obvious signs of attraction.

Joe quickly averted his gaze from the shorts and looked up at Ash
’
s face. Ash was watching Joe approach, with a wide grin on his face. Ash
’
s face was long and thin, his features almost angelic but for the few tuffs of facial hair. Not enough that he looked bearded, but just enough to give Ash an almost feral look.

“
How
’
d you go?
”
Ash asked cocking his head to the side slightly.

“
Not too good, I think I failed, how about you?
”
Joe replied, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes.

“
That sucks
.
I think I did ok though. What you up to now?
”
Ash asked as he reached out and rubbed Joe
’
s upper back with exaggerated sympathy.

Joe fought against his blooming erection until Ash
’
s hand had stopped caressing his back.

Joe thought for a minute
.
T
hat was thankfully the last one of his exams, and the bus wouldn
’
t be coming to take him on the
forty-
minute journey back to his home on the farm until 3.00 pm.
C
hecking his watch,
he now saw it was
only 10.30 am.

Joe shrugged
,
“
Nothing, going to wait for the bus. I suppose
.
”

Ash nodded
,
“
I
’
m heading home, if you want to come? Beats hanging around school all day
”

Joe was hesitating when Ash slapped him on the back and almost pushed him forward.

“
Come on, it
’
ll be fun
,
”
Ash promised.

Joe nodded, and they started walking out of school, in all the years he had known Ash
,
Joe had never actually been to his house, living out of town made such things almost impossible.

After a short nervous silence, they started to talk of school, of the teachers both the horrible and the good ones. They remembered all the fun they had had together. Ash remarked of the two
Y
ear
S
even kids that were too scared to enter the boys
’
toilets after all the horror stories they had heard. It wasn
’
t until the
seco
nd term of
Y
ear
S
even that they were brave enough to enter the boys
’
toilets. They revealed how they were both rather disappointed by the anti-climax, when nothing untoward had happened.

Ash mock punched Joe
’
s shoulder, sending his cock into heat again.

“
We were such dorks
,
”
Ash said
,
and they both laughed.

“
What about the time we stole that hose from the agriculture shed
,
and we set it up on the demountable roof
,
”
Joe replied.

It had been a hot summer that year
,
and there was a rumor around school all summer that if the temperature ever reached 40°C the students would all be sent home. The temperature was 40°C
,
and everyone was milling about, not going to the
ir
class
e
s. An impromptu assembly had then been called over the loud speaker. All the students gathered standing in the hot sun on the asphalt quadrangle, waiting to hear that they could leave school. Instead the deputy announced that it was just a rumor and school would go ahead as normal. He added that anyone not attending classes would be in serious trouble for truanting. Needless to say
,
none of the pupils were very impressed
,
and once dismissed moved with lethargic reluctance to there respective classrooms.

Joe and Ash
’
s next class was in the demountable, a portable tin roofed classroom that they knew would be hotter than outside, perhaps even hotter than hell itself.

“
Yep and when our teacher saw, she just laughed and prided us on our ingenuity,
”
Ash laughed again.
“
It sure did cool down the classroom, I think she appreciated that.
”
Joe added with a smile.

Joe looked over at Ash; Joe stopped laughing as he saw that Ash had unbuttoned his shirt to catch the light breeze. Ash
’
s smooth well defined chest was gorgeous, his small dark nipples contrasting beautifully with his smooth pale skin. Smooth that is except for a light trail of hair that went from his flat stomach down to whatever delights were hidden within the substantial bulge in his gray shorts.

Joe reali
z
ed again that Ash was observing his stare. Joe only hoped that Ash hadn
’
t noticed the bulge in his pants sticking out at an obvious angle.