This is a story about my first time having any kind of sexual contact with another person. It happened at the end of our seventh grade year. Paul turned fourteen and I was about to in just a couple of weeks, at the time.
I met "Paul" when we moved from dairy county in New York State to Cattle and cotton country in Texas. Paul was a small framed, thin boy with golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and an all over body tan that covered everything but his private area. I was a skinny kid who was not very athletic, I had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. Coming from New York, you might have guessed that I did not have much of a tan. Comparatively, I was pale. Paul and I had birthdays in May, the 11th and the 27th.
In October of my seventh grade year, I moved from upstate New York, dairy country, to rural west Texas, cotton and cattle country. Other than the climate, there was not much difference in the two cities. I met a lot of new friends upon moving. One in particular was Paul. We had all but two classes together throughout the school year so be became accustomed to seeing each other. One of those classes was Phys. Ed. so I got to see Paul in various stages of undress. At this point in my life, I know that I had a bit of a fetish for seeing guys in their tighty-whities, and we all wore 'em.
One of my first experiences seeing Paul in just his underwear for a pro-longed period was the day we did school physicals during PE. The school brought in a doctor and a nurse who processed a room of about 40 boys in under an hour. That day the coach announced to every boy as they entered to undress to socks and underwear, do not suit up, and get in line. Since Paul and I share most of our classes we were always together, in line for our physical was no different.
There we stood, 40 boys lined up in their underwear. It started out very uneventful as the doctor and nurse processed each one of us quickly. We all talked and joked around while waiting our turn, occasionally looking around the room. I spotted one boy with an erection, or boner as we called them, in his undies. I did not think much of it at the time. I then spotted another, and a few boys holding their hands in front. I guess to hide their boners, too. By the time that I noticed half the room had an erection, so did I. As I was pointing out to Paul the other boys he told me I was one to talk, motioning downwards.
Paul was in front of me so he went first. The doctor and nurse checked his temperature, pulse, blood pressure, eyes, ears, nose, and throat. Then he dropped his shorts and the doctor performed the hernia test and check for hemorrhoids. That is the first time I got to see Paul completely naked. When he saw me standing there he just smiled, shrugged, and winked at me. He was still bare and showed no external signs of starting puberty yet - at the beginning of the school year. Paul pulled up his undies and started towards the next room to wait for the rest of us to finish. Next was my turn. I stepped behind the make-shift curtain and dropped my undies to the floor. I called to Paul and he turned around to give me a wink and a smile as he walked off. I stood there with my little erection and a little scruff of hair above it. I used to call it a caterpillar as that is what it looked like. The doctor finished and I pulled up my undies to join Paul in the next room.
During the school year, Paul and I saw each other in our undies every day during Phys Ed, and naked when we showered together afterwards. Paul always grabbed the first shower in the room. My guess is no one else wanted it and he saved the partner shower head for me so we showered together every day. This was generally uneventful. A quick five minute cold shower, dry off, get dressed, then on to our next class. Towards the end of the school year both Paul and I progressed through puberty with much more hair then when we started, we were getting a little bigger down there. I just started masturbating at home by myself in late March or early April. I started getting boners during school. Usually between classes, occasional during class. One day in late April we were in the shower after PE and I got a boner. Paul nudged me and got me a towel so I did not have to walk around the locker room like that.
Paul invited me to his birthday celebration at the club the weekend after his birthday, which fell mid-week. Both families were members so my being there did not cost his family guest fees. I was supposed to meet them at the club at noon that Saturday but Paul called early in the morning stating they were going to pick me up. I asked for twenty minutes to get ready and hung up the phone. I walked across the house in my little white undies, left a note for my parents that Paul's mom picked me up and that I would see them tomorrow. I got a glass of juice then walked back to take a shower. Paul arrived while I was getting out of the shower and my brother, for some reason, told Paul to wait for me in my bedroom. He sat on my bed looking kind of half between my TV and the bathroom. I was not expecting anyone to be there so I just walked into my room, naked. This made Paul smile. Acting the exhibitionist, very much against my character then, I decided to dry and brush my hair before getting dressed. I then brushed my teeth; trying to find things I could do naked. Finally I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of white briefs and T-shirt, sat down on the bed next to Paul and started getting dressed. I then found a pair of shorts on the floor and slipped them on. We packed an overnight bag for me and got into their family station-wagon.
We splashed round the club swimming pool for much of the afternoon, had lunch and cake. I was surprised to find that Paul's mom made this a joint birthday and included me in the festivities. I was completely unaware and quite embarrassed by the entire thing. After the party we slipped into the locker room and changed into our street clothes and helped load the car. The ride home was full of giggles and typical teen-boy banter. That night we had the left-over hamburgers and hot dogs from the afternoon party while his parent had something a little more substantial. Paul and I were kids and we didn't care. After dinner Paul's mom directed us to "leave your cloths in the laundry, take a bath, and go to bed." We did as directed. We walked to the back of the house where the laundry room was, Paul stripped clean of his clothes and left them on the floor there. He then stepped out of the way and waited for me to do the same. It took me a second to catch on. I then stripped and left my clothes there on the floor of his laundry. I followed Paul up the back stairs; using that pale little butt as a beacon in the dimly lit stairwell.
Once in the bathroom, Paul started the shower and began talking me into showering with him. Trying to convince me it would be just like at school. I, a little, reluctantly agree. It was nothing like at school. This was two boys trying to share one shower head. We were all over each other trying to get into the warm water. At one point I grabbed the soap from his hands and started washing his back. I did not think this through as now I did not know where to stop. Soon enough I made it below his belt line and I was washing his little butt cheeks -- I got a boner. Paul turned around to see me standing there and just turned me around and started washing my back with the soap he snatched from my hands. When we were sufficiently clean we got out of the shower to dry off. I had an erection the entire time. We slipped from the bathroom next door to his bedroom without being seen by anyone (his sister was my concern). I went for my overnight bag as Paul turned down the bed. He called to me, "you won't be needing those tonight." He then slipped under the turned down covers, naked. I got the message and joined him in bed. We lay there in bed for a bit just talking. His mom came in, wished us a good night, and turned off the light.
We waited a while before Paul asked if I still had a "hard-on". I guess he thought that sounded better than boner. "Uh-huh," I responded. He wanted to see it. I was more than a little hesitant but he insisted. I gave in and pulled back the sheet. Paul started to ask me questions like, did I start jacking-off yet? How often? Where? Who do you think of? He wanted my complete masturbation biography. Then finally, the big question, could he touch it? Before I could really respond, he slipped his hand over my crotch and started caressing and fondling me. I liked it and so did my dick. I got really hard and started to throb, and well, hurt. I could not take it much longer. He asked if I needed to jack-off. Yes I did but I had one condition. He had to kneel straddling my legs where I could see him. He shrugged and obliged. With Paul straddling my legs, I rubbed his smooth thighs from his knees to his groin and occasionally around the hips to his butt cheek. My other hand was on my very stiff and painful dick, stroking slowly at first but quickened the pace sooner than I wanted when I saw Paul get a boner watching my jack-off. I saw his little dick move from flaccid to fully erect in no time flat. That is when I ejaculated all over my belly and hand. As far as orgasm, it was one of my better ones. He asked me to jack-off him. At this point I was up for anything and quickly grabbed his little dick in my hand and stroked him to completion rather quickly as he ejaculated on my belly as well. I kept stroking his dick until it finally went flaccid again. I was not so lucky and remained hard for a long time afterwards. Paul jumped off the bed and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and cleaned me up. We slept together, naked, in the same bed that night. In the morning I asked him for another to which he agreed. We did it in the very same way with much the same results.
That was our only encounter until late summer, just before the next school year started. That one to follow.
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