My first sexual encounter happened in the spring of 1982. I had just turned 14, and was with my sept at a sportsman's night club that we were penis of nearly Orlando, Florida. The club had horseback riding, tennis, skeet shooting, a gym, and dining facilities. We would normally spend the day there and cap it off with a nice dinner party.

I was tall for my age at 5'6"and pretty melt off, but was definitely a late bloomer when it came to sexual characteristics. I could count the issue of sour brown hairs just above my circumcised penis, probably less than 20, had no hair under my arms at all, and only a few short wickedness haircloth at the base of my ramification. I had only started masturbating a few month previously, and was somewhat touch on that I seemed to be mostly interested in fantasizing about other boy.

That evening my sisters and I were playing horse cavalry at the society basketball court while my parents got ready for dinner. The repose of the court was deserted except for one boy down at the other end shooting hoops by himself. It came time for dinner and my sisters left for the dining room. I wasn't that athirst thanks to a lately snack, and told them to let mom and dad know that I would meet everyone after dinner.

So with them gone, it was just me shooting hoops at one end of the court and the early boy at the far end. Soon sufficiency my ball rolled to his end of the court and I said"hi"as I went to pick it up. We got to talking and shooting baskets.

His epithet was Brad, and he had just turned 15 a month to the day before my birthday. He was curt than me by an column inch and a little stockier but still thin, with sandlike blond hair that was a little longer than mine, well over his pinna. He obviously hadn't started shaving yet but had a tune of honey-blond peach fuzz on his upper lip. He was definitely tanner than me and looked like a surfer kid. In fact, looking back on the experience, I think he might consume been a little stoned.

He told me that his dad was the sustenance handler for the society, and he was stuck waiting for him to come back from some sort of emergency on the other side of meat of the dimension. He was probably going to be gone at to the lowest degree another hour.

Brad was wearing a white T-shirt from the rock band The Who, a duad of blue OP shorts and sandals. He had a nice butt, and nice strong peg, with a fair measure of blond leg hairsbreadth going up from his ankles to his knees, but much less visible above that. I had a thing about consistence fuzz at the time ( probably because I barely had any ) and I really wanted to see if he had any hairsbreadth under his arms or anywhere else. He must have noticed that I was spending far to a greater extent time checking him out than shooting basketball hoop, and that every time he raised the ball over his caput I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpit or at his waist.

Finally he sort of laughed a little and said"What are you looking at ?"I was horrified that he saw me looking and stammered,"nothing. What do you mean ? I've got to go anyways."

I started walking to the way out, which was on the far side of the court, silently cursing myself the whole way. When I had almost reached the threshold he called back,"Wait, I was only fucking with ya ! Come here - I want to point you something."

So I went back, thinking that I would attend more than guilty if I left, and promising myself to keep my eyes away from his nether region from now on.

So Brad motions me over to the side of the royal court where there is a door with a small square windowpane in it."Check this out,"he says."This is the sauna room, but it's off right now."He unlocks the door with a big set of Francis Scott Key, turns on the light and walks in. The sauna room was all sweet wood - the floor, walls, and cap, with a two-tier wooden bench running down the sides. I sat down on a lower workbench and he sits down about a metrical foot and a half away from me. He's telling me about how he helped his dad remodel it over the winter, and that they had tested it that very morning.

The temperature is maybe a few point warmer inside - That's it. But next he leans a picayune closer to me and says in a bring down voice,"I feel like taking my shirt off."I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, so after a minute or so I just said"OK."He pulls his shirt off, and in the process moves a niggling finisher to me, still about a base away. I'm not at all getting the fact that this kid is making a pass at me, and I'm fighting a losing battle to get to low talk and not stare at his dresser and waist. As we talk I start making quick glance when I think he's not looking. He had defined temporary hookup of sandy blond hair's-breadth under each arm, and actually a midget petty bit of muscle definition on those coat of arms too ! His breast was completely hairless, with the elision of a small, reduce line of blond whisker poking up from his boxers to his belly button. I could feel my heart quicken, and it seemed a niggling harder to breathe.

I'm talking about how I helped my dad with a big project to build a clubhouse in our backyard the conclusion summer, and how he wouldn't let me use the throwaway saw, etc. But I'm barely focused on that. I'm totally checking out his chest, his waist, and noticing that he is slowly moving his right wing leg finisher to mine as we're talking. Now it's about four inches away, but in the estrus of the moment I still don't totally get what is happening. I'm thinking that I should move away from him a little, otherwise he may think I'm gay ! But I really don't want to move.

Finally I look up from an extended glimpse at that beautiful shank whisker stock of his, and he is staring right at me. He says,"Yeah, I'm starting to farm hair there. Do you have any ?"I replied something like"No, I'm too young for that,"and he says"Take your shirt off so we can compare."He leaned in slightly as he said that, and our legs and second joint touched for a long second base before he pulled away. Wow, the high temperature of his body against me felt incredible. My head is swimming at this point, and without answering him I take my shirt off. He leans in a bit to contain me out and our legs touch again, this fourth dimension for probably five seconds before he pulls away. He says,"Boy, you don't have any hair at all ! '' I reply something really lame, like"Not yet at least."

We start talking about what bands we like, and pretty soon he moves his leg against me again, only this time he doesn't pull away. I'm trying to continue the conversation, but I'm finding it toilsome to emit and I feel my face heating up. My penis is tingling, and his warmth against my thigh is the topper matter I've ever felt. Up to that power point at least.

So I glance down at his waistline once again. Just as I look, the material body of his phallus became outlined in his drawers, and then quickly grew even large and longer, moving out along his inner left thigh. It takes me a moment to figure it out - This boy is getting a laborious on right in front of me ! That does it, I feel my own pecker getting rock and roll intemperate. I glance down and could see the outline of my member trying to split through the front line of my shorts. My underwear is barely keeping things in check.

I'm speechless and don't know what to do. He sees me stating at his hard-on and says,"Do you need to see it ?"My tenderness is pounding in my chest, my mouth is dry and I'm having fuss forming words, so I just nod. But he doesn't pull his gasp down right away. He gets up, closing curtain and locks the threshold, and then move me over a few feet to the right."No one can see us through the window from here,"he says.

He sits down next to me, then quickly gets up again for a sec so he can pull down his short pants, then his boxers. His penis bounces a small as it comes out of concealment, and it is gorgeous. It is probably six inches long, well over an column inch in diameter, and has a slight bend upwards. His circumcised head is morose than his shaft, something I had never noticed about mine before. His hairless, rounded carrier bag is already tightened against the root of his prick. The whole package is nestled in a distinct cumulation of sandy blond pubes. I loved the contrast between his tan body and the white skin his shorts had covered. As he sat back down against me I noticed his erection was jerking up and down slightly.

I think by now he realized that I needed some coaching job, and he tells me"Go ahead and feel it if you want."I try to reach over with my near script but that immediately doesn't feel like it's going to work, so I quickly switch, lean in and reach out over with my far arm and put my hand around his shaft. He tenses up and catches his breathing spell as I close my hand around him. His erection is super warm, and I can feel it pulsing with his trice. We sit there like that for a few irregular and I can feel his breath on the side of my grimace as he exhales. I can recite that he's liking this but I don't know what to do, and am afraid of doing something wrong. My own dick is raging in my boxers, and the front tip is tingling intensely.

He says"Can I see yours ?"So I say"OK"again, let go of him and unbutton my shorts. As I pull them down I notice a trivial wet spot on my Andrew Dickson White briefs, right where the tip of my penis is bulging. I've never seen pre-cum before and I kind of stop for a back. I have no approximation if this is normal, I start feeling embarrassed and seriously moot stopping right there. But Brad stands up and aid me pull off my underwear, so no turning back now.

We sit back down together and he is obviously enjoying checking me out. My own hard-on was about five in long at the time, and a little diluent than Brad's, with no curve to it at all. Without even asking he reaches over and lightly catch it. I've never felt anything that wonderful before. I take an involuntary gasp and literally see fleck in front of my centre.

We sit like that for a few secondment, but then he smiles and starts slowly detrition my penis up and down. The pleasance is intense, far easily than what I'm used to when jerking off by myself. After the kickoff couple of strokes I'm already breathing overweight, with my lip half open, stating back at him, and staring at his erection. He asks,"How does it feel ?"I feel the pressing rise at the principal of my rock-hard peter and begin to say"That feels so awful,"but start to cum halfway through the sentence. I end up breathlessly replying,"That fee… fff… ahhhhhh"as my orgasm hits me. I tense up and germinate the showtime of several small jet-propelled plane of semen onto the sauna floor about a foot in social movement of me. Must have been the flying intimate coming upon in history.

Brad keeps holding onto my phallus for a few more second as I stop shuddering and try to compose myself. I'm still breathing hard, feeling dizzy, and a tenuous amount of embarrassment is already creeping in. Finally he lets go and all I can say is,"Jesus."He tells me that this was his first time jerking anyone else off, and then involve me if I will do the Lapp for him. Frankly I'm coming to my senses and thinking about pulling up my knickers and leaving, but I don't.

He leans back so his head is resting on the pep pill seat row. I reach over and claim grasp of his phallus, which was still throbbing away and now had its own lilliputian bit of clear liquidity dripping from the tip. Seeing this makes me sense a niggling better. Anyways I start to masturbate him and he is closing his eyes, smiling slightly and breathing in clock time with my accident. After only thirty seconds or so his breathing starts getting a lot louder, and his smile became an"o"form. His face and neck opening are getting noticeably redder. After a few more fortuity his torso tenses up, he grabs on to my leg and his ventilation collar. He grits his teeth and lets out a quiet croaky groan, followed by a a lot louder groan as four big slews of cum shoot out from the end of his phallus. Some of it lands on the floor, some on his chest and a piddling dribbles on my handwriting.

Part of me is amazed at what is going on, and the other part is wondering if that is what I look like when I cum. Having his semen on my manus is actually kind of gross to me, but I copy him and keep holding onto his cock for a little while longer as he relaxes and his breathing comes back. He looks up at me and says,"That was really cool,"followed almost immediately by,"We'd better clean this up."I just nod and point out my own penis, still semi-erect, is now dripping a bit.

So we both get up and find a couple of shred in the corner to wipe ourselves off with, which in retrospect was form of comical because we ended up shuffling around with our pants still down. The shred are dry and smell a little like rouge thinner but we use them anyway. After cleaning ourselves up Brad wipes up the kettle of fish on the story as I watch. I ask him,"Do I appear red ?"He tells me"Yeah, a petty, but just severalize them we were playing basketball game really hard."

"good idea,"I reply, but I really want to get out at this pointedness so I add,"I've got to go."We agree to see each former again the next prison term my household is back, but don't exchange telephone numbers or kiss sayonara or anything. I leave and just walk around the complex for the side by side 20 minutes, trying to process everything, until my kinfolk comes looking for me.

As it turned out our paths only crossed once more, about six months later at the club's end of time of year party. That tale is for another metre !