MyJockStrap
05-07-2005, 04:29 PM
His first time
Anon
His name is Jason (HONEST!). I've know him since he was a little kid when his family moved to town. I guess that was about ten or twelve years ago. Anyway, he's 20 now, and has just started driving, but that's another story. I watched him grow from a kid to a young man over the years, always admiring his straightforward ways, hard work (around his Dad's business), and especially that big, winning smile. He could be prime minister with that smile, and he is never shy to use it to make other people smile and feel good, too. When he smiles at me, I would give him the world. Starting about age 16 he really started to mature. You could tell that he was growing up as his body filled out in the right places, and those tight jeans and t-shirts left little to the imagination. I do a lot of business with his Dad, and never missed an opportunity to sneak a peak at Jason as he worked around the place. Lately, it has been quite a treat, as he and I have become quite close. Until recently, I pretty much kept my distance. He's about 5'8" tall now, 135 lbs., broad across the shoulders, and built in a nice vee, with a nice, tight ass, and killer legs. I can just look at him and saliva (and other things) start flowing. To this day, I cannot figure how I am so lucky as to have a physical relationship with him, especially living in this small town. I'm no Adonis, but I work at it, and at age 32 I still don't embarrass myself in a swimsuit. I'm 6' tall, 180 lbs., blond and blue, and smooth. I'm not married, but nobody really says anything, since I stay so busy most folks figure I just haven't taken the time yet. I date girls once in a while, but mostly for a good time. I almost forgot, I am 6" cut. It's decent, but not in the same league as some of the guys you read about in other stories. Well, back to Jason.... As I said, we get along pretty well, and joke around when I am in the shop. We have been pretty friendly for the last couple of years, and sometimes I go to his football games to watch him score. . On with the story.... It was a dark and stormy night... about three months ago, right after Jason turned 20. I was driving home late in a pouring rainstorm, and as I came around the last curve before my house, I saw a car in the ditch and a youngster waving his arms. When I stopped, it was Jason. He had hit some water on the road, and that old car of his headed for the hedges. I got out to look it over and it was pretty much hopeless... till morning, anyway, and by this time, we were both soaked clear through. I offered him a ride to the house to call his parents. He replied that they were gone for the weekend, and anyway, he had lost his keys to the house in the ditch when he got out. I told him that we could go to my house, out of the rain, to dry out and figure it all out from there. After the short drive to my house, we scampered to the back door, and I let us into the kitchen, dripping water all over. I threw my shoes, and t-shirt out on the backporch, and Jason did the same. Oh man, he looked great standing there all wet and half naked. I tossed him a beer out of the fridge, and he sat down at the table while I went to get some dry clothes for us. I stripped, changed into a robe, grabbed up some stuff for him and headed back to the kitchen. When I walked in, he was standing there in his wet briefs. I was so surprised, I just stood there with my mouth open for a second and stared. He gave me that world class grin of his and laughed. I told him I just couldn't help it, that he was just beautiful. He said that he knew that I looked him over when I was around, but that he didn't mind. I was speechless. THEN he asked if I wanted to look at the rest of him? (Jesus! I told you he was straightforward!). I managed to stammer yes, and he skinned down those wet, white briefs, and there he was, as I had always dreamed of him! By this time, my 6" was about to poke a hole through my robe, so I steered him toward the bedroom and grabbed a towel as we went by the bathroom. In the bedroom, I took the towel and gently dried his curly, brown hair, working my way down his tanned back, over those beautiful asscheeks, lightly through his crack, and down his lightly furred legs. He spread them slightly, and I dried between, lifting his balls a couple of times with the towel. When he turned around, he was already rock hard. With at least 6" of stiff, young, cut prick eying me in the face, it was all I could do to keep from taking him in my mouth right there! Instead, I stood up, and looked him in the eyes, and told him that I hadn't known. He said that he hadn't known for sure about me, either. He didn't seem to be as nervous as I was, and I asked if he had done this before. He said he had done "show-me-yours, I'll show-you-mine" when he was little, but not since he had "grown-up". Then he dropped the bomb on me. He told me that he had known that he liked guys better than girls for a long time, but that if he was going to do it, it was going to be with me! He went on to say that he had wanted to for a long time, and wasn't sure about me, but when I stopped to pick him up off the road, he knew that this was the right time, and that it was supposed to be this way. He was so sure of himself, that for the second time in five minutes I was without words. I finally said, rather lamely, that I had wanted him too, so badly that I dreamed of him at night, and that this must be the right time and place, because it was entirely unplanned. He gave me a bear-hug, which I returned, and when he looked up at me, we kissed till we had to stop for air. He opened my robe and looked me over, ran his hand over my chest, and kissed me again. I stepped out of my robe, and we moved over to the bed. We just stood there and held each other close for a couple of minutes until we (or at least I) got control of our emotions. I whispered in his ear how beautiful he was, and how much I cared for him, and how much I had wanted him for all those years, and he told me how he loved me and wanted to do it with me, too. I just couldn't believe that it was really happening. I finally got myself together, and we both layed down on the bed. We were both hard as rocks, but at this point, I just didn't want to rush through it. I rolled him over and gave him the best massage that either of us had ever seen, paying special attention to the backs of his knees and the insides of his legs. As I finished his back, trailing my fingernails lightly down his spine, through his crack, and down the insides of his legs, he was moaning and breathing like a steam engine. I rolled him over, and he turned over so fast that he nearly rolled off the bed. Boy! He sure wanted what was coming next! I worked him over like I had done his back, purposely avoiding his cock and balls. By this time, his cock was jumping in time with his heartbeat, his balls were pulled up tight, and he was leaking pre-cum all over his belly. His cock was beautiful, real red, and the head was almost purple. I was about to get off too, but forced myself to calm down till I finished him off. I breathed on his cock, just a little breath of cool air, then worked up to his indented, perfect, little belly-button. I licked and tongued it, then went to his little nipples. They were as red as his cock, and just as hard. As I licked and nibbled them, he was moaning for me to "do it, PLEASE do it", so I kissed him on the mouth, then the neck, and as I blew in his ear he took my dick in his hand, working it slowly up and down. I closed my hand around his cock, and he went off raising clear off the bed. It was HARD, three times, right in his face, then a string of smaller ones all over his chest and belly. As he tightened up his fist with his cum, I went off all over his chest and belly, too. I have never had anything like it, ever! We layed there for a few seconds, coasting down, and I leaned over and licked up some of our mixed cum from his chest. I kissed him, licking his face, and kissed him again, passing a taste of the two of us to him. For a moment, I was afraid that all bets were off, but then he flashed that smile, wiped up a fingerful from his belly, stuck it in my mouth, and we both layed back on the bed laughing like fools. I rolled him on top of me, and we layed there glued together by our cum, kissing and talking, for an hour or more, about what had just happened, and what it meant to each of us. I was afraid that he would turn into a scared kid, but I was more scared than he was. It turned out that he knew exactly what he wanted, and that was ME! Oh GOD, I love that Kid!
Anon
His name is Jason (HONEST!). I've know him since he was a little kid when his family moved to town. I guess that was about ten or twelve years ago. Anyway, he's 20 now, and has just started driving, but that's another story. I watched him grow from a kid to a young man over the years, always admiring his straightforward ways, hard work (around his Dad's business), and especially that big, winning smile. He could be prime minister with that smile, and he is never shy to use it to make other people smile and feel good, too. When he smiles at me, I would give him the world. Starting about age 16 he really started to mature. You could tell that he was growing up as his body filled out in the right places, and those tight jeans and t-shirts left little to the imagination. I do a lot of business with his Dad, and never missed an opportunity to sneak a peak at Jason as he worked around the place. Lately, it has been quite a treat, as he and I have become quite close. Until recently, I pretty much kept my distance. He's about 5'8" tall now, 135 lbs., broad across the shoulders, and built in a nice vee, with a nice, tight ass, and killer legs. I can just look at him and saliva (and other things) start flowing. To this day, I cannot figure how I am so lucky as to have a physical relationship with him, especially living in this small town. I'm no Adonis, but I work at it, and at age 32 I still don't embarrass myself in a swimsuit. I'm 6' tall, 180 lbs., blond and blue, and smooth. I'm not married, but nobody really says anything, since I stay so busy most folks figure I just haven't taken the time yet. I date girls once in a while, but mostly for a good time. I almost forgot, I am 6" cut. It's decent, but not in the same league as some of the guys you read about in other stories. Well, back to Jason.... As I said, we get along pretty well, and joke around when I am in the shop. We have been pretty friendly for the last couple of years, and sometimes I go to his football games to watch him score. . On with the story.... It was a dark and stormy night... about three months ago, right after Jason turned 20. I was driving home late in a pouring rainstorm, and as I came around the last curve before my house, I saw a car in the ditch and a youngster waving his arms. When I stopped, it was Jason. He had hit some water on the road, and that old car of his headed for the hedges. I got out to look it over and it was pretty much hopeless... till morning, anyway, and by this time, we were both soaked clear through. I offered him a ride to the house to call his parents. He replied that they were gone for the weekend, and anyway, he had lost his keys to the house in the ditch when he got out. I told him that we could go to my house, out of the rain, to dry out and figure it all out from there. After the short drive to my house, we scampered to the back door, and I let us into the kitchen, dripping water all over. I threw my shoes, and t-shirt out on the backporch, and Jason did the same. Oh man, he looked great standing there all wet and half naked. I tossed him a beer out of the fridge, and he sat down at the table while I went to get some dry clothes for us. I stripped, changed into a robe, grabbed up some stuff for him and headed back to the kitchen. When I walked in, he was standing there in his wet briefs. I was so surprised, I just stood there with my mouth open for a second and stared. He gave me that world class grin of his and laughed. I told him I just couldn't help it, that he was just beautiful. He said that he knew that I looked him over when I was around, but that he didn't mind. I was speechless. THEN he asked if I wanted to look at the rest of him? (Jesus! I told you he was straightforward!). I managed to stammer yes, and he skinned down those wet, white briefs, and there he was, as I had always dreamed of him! By this time, my 6" was about to poke a hole through my robe, so I steered him toward the bedroom and grabbed a towel as we went by the bathroom. In the bedroom, I took the towel and gently dried his curly, brown hair, working my way down his tanned back, over those beautiful asscheeks, lightly through his crack, and down his lightly furred legs. He spread them slightly, and I dried between, lifting his balls a couple of times with the towel. When he turned around, he was already rock hard. With at least 6" of stiff, young, cut prick eying me in the face, it was all I could do to keep from taking him in my mouth right there! Instead, I stood up, and looked him in the eyes, and told him that I hadn't known. He said that he hadn't known for sure about me, either. He didn't seem to be as nervous as I was, and I asked if he had done this before. He said he had done "show-me-yours, I'll show-you-mine" when he was little, but not since he had "grown-up". Then he dropped the bomb on me. He told me that he had known that he liked guys better than girls for a long time, but that if he was going to do it, it was going to be with me! He went on to say that he had wanted to for a long time, and wasn't sure about me, but when I stopped to pick him up off the road, he knew that this was the right time, and that it was supposed to be this way. He was so sure of himself, that for the second time in five minutes I was without words. I finally said, rather lamely, that I had wanted him too, so badly that I dreamed of him at night, and that this must be the right time and place, because it was entirely unplanned. He gave me a bear-hug, which I returned, and when he looked up at me, we kissed till we had to stop for air. He opened my robe and looked me over, ran his hand over my chest, and kissed me again. I stepped out of my robe, and we moved over to the bed. We just stood there and held each other close for a couple of minutes until we (or at least I) got control of our emotions. I whispered in his ear how beautiful he was, and how much I cared for him, and how much I had wanted him for all those years, and he told me how he loved me and wanted to do it with me, too. I just couldn't believe that it was really happening. I finally got myself together, and we both layed down on the bed. We were both hard as rocks, but at this point, I just didn't want to rush through it. I rolled him over and gave him the best massage that either of us had ever seen, paying special attention to the backs of his knees and the insides of his legs. As I finished his back, trailing my fingernails lightly down his spine, through his crack, and down the insides of his legs, he was moaning and breathing like a steam engine. I rolled him over, and he turned over so fast that he nearly rolled off the bed. Boy! He sure wanted what was coming next! I worked him over like I had done his back, purposely avoiding his cock and balls. By this time, his cock was jumping in time with his heartbeat, his balls were pulled up tight, and he was leaking pre-cum all over his belly. His cock was beautiful, real red, and the head was almost purple. I was about to get off too, but forced myself to calm down till I finished him off. I breathed on his cock, just a little breath of cool air, then worked up to his indented, perfect, little belly-button. I licked and tongued it, then went to his little nipples. They were as red as his cock, and just as hard. As I licked and nibbled them, he was moaning for me to "do it, PLEASE do it", so I kissed him on the mouth, then the neck, and as I blew in his ear he took my dick in his hand, working it slowly up and down. I closed my hand around his cock, and he went off raising clear off the bed. It was HARD, three times, right in his face, then a string of smaller ones all over his chest and belly. As he tightened up his fist with his cum, I went off all over his chest and belly, too. I have never had anything like it, ever! We layed there for a few seconds, coasting down, and I leaned over and licked up some of our mixed cum from his chest. I kissed him, licking his face, and kissed him again, passing a taste of the two of us to him. For a moment, I was afraid that all bets were off, but then he flashed that smile, wiped up a fingerful from his belly, stuck it in my mouth, and we both layed back on the bed laughing like fools. I rolled him on top of me, and we layed there glued together by our cum, kissing and talking, for an hour or more, about what had just happened, and what it meant to each of us. I was afraid that he would turn into a scared kid, but I was more scared than he was. It turned out that he knew exactly what he wanted, and that was ME! Oh GOD, I love that Kid!