My First Time - Part 1


I had turned 12 in April of '69, the oldest of six. In June my great aunt and uncle and my 2nd cousin,
came to visit my grandmother, and mom piled the six of us in the car to see them. After the nice typical
large Cajun dinner, my great aunt asked my mom if she thought I would like to go back to Baton Rouge with
them, and spend a few weeks on the farm with my cousin (Rob was an only child - adopted and 16). Mom
looked at me, I said heck yeah, thinking about getting away from my pesty brothers and sisters and hanging
out with an older cousin seemed cool to me.

Once back on the farm (I had been there many times before) I remembered the small farm house, the cows,
the chickens, etc. But had forgotten that even though it was a working farm both my aunt and uncle worked
real jobs. It was Sunday later afternoon when we got there, and after the unpacking, getting settled in and
dinner, my aunt and uncle turned in around 9 and Rob and I went to his room.

We got our baths and got into his double sized bed, as he finished telling me what we'd do tomorrow.
The lights were out and I was thinking of tomorrow's fun, like I would be Tom Sawyer or something, when
I notice the bad start to move a bit. I lay very still, and tried to imagine what was happening.  I could
tell it was coming from him or at least his side of the bed, but could not figure out what. Having always
been a curious kid, and a "why? Kid", I just asked, "What is making the bed shake?" The shaking stopped
for a moment, and Rob said, "Do you know what jacking off is?"  To which I replied, "I think so."
Then he asked me if I wanted him to show me, I said, "ok". Remember, a curious kid...

He turned on the bedside lamp, and threw the covers back. We were both in our jockey shorts, no shirt.
He took his jockeys off and his dick (as we called them back then) was much larger than mine and nicely
hairier. It was very erect. (That much I had seen in my own before, and knew enough that touching felt
good at those times). Rob began to stroke his dick, while moving his legs apart, and wiggling around in
the bed. I could tell that the simple nice feelings of touching I had experienced a few times was lots
better the way he was stroking. I also notice that my dick had become very stiff and felt really good now,
as it rubbed against my jockey shorts.

Rob began to make little noise with his mouth and move faster, why, I didn't know, but it was something
that I could not stop watching intensely. Then suddenly he stopped, took a deep breath, opened his eyes
and looked at me. He asked me if I wanted to try it. (Now remember, I am 12 by 2 months) I didn't say
anything just reached over and placed my hand on his cock and begin to stroke as he had been doing.
(The next day he told me that he had meant for me to do myself with that question) I stroked him at what
now I would call a medium pace, the heat from him amazed me. Then I notice that his dick was turning reddish
and we began to wiggle again, much faster now. I had no idea if I was doing something wrong, or not, but
just kept repeating the same strokes over and over.  Suddenly he moaned really deep, like trying to hold a
sneeze back, and his dick twitched in my hand and this warm white stuff came out of it, I stopped immediately,
thinking I had hurt him or broken something. He move his hand to where mine had been instantly and stroked
very fast, and the white stuff continue to come out, now it came out over his belly and my chest, as I was
still close to him. When it finally stopped, and he removed his hand, he looked at me and said, "that's
called cum, and an ejaculation, that is how you know you are finished jacking off, and it feels fantastic."

I was amazed, full of excitement, and very ready for my turn. Rob went to the bathroom, and came back with
a towel for me to wipe my chest. After he got back into bed, he asked me if I was ready to try it. I was
out of my jockeys so fast that I don't even really remember getting out of them. My little 12-year-old dick
was very erect and quite pink. I turned onto my back and began to stroke myself. I was in heaven; I stroked
a little fast, gradually building up speed. Rob was on his side facing me, watching, I assume, as my eyes
were closed with the intense feelings I was having. Within a few minutes, I felt a strange feeling, and my
little dick went into a twitching fit, and the white stuff jump out of it onto my belly. At this I forced my
eyes open, to watch. It wasn't as much as Rob's but just as warm, and as he had done, I kept stroking until
it quit spurting. In the end it really tickled.

I wiped myself with the towel that was still beside me, and looked over to Rob and told him, "you were right
that does feel fantastic." He told me that he did it every night and some times a couple of time during the
day and it always felt that good. I said, "wow, and that I couldn't wait to do it again." He laughed a little, and said we had better get some sleep.

The next morning my great aunt woke us up just to say she had "breakfast on the table and was leaving for
work, and that my uncle had already left. And Rob knew the few chores to do, and the rest of the day was 
ours to play."  We got up, dressed, ate and took off outside to do the few chores, talked to the 2 men that
actually ran the farm. We were done by 9 a.m. and the day was ours. Rob led me to his room and reaching 
between his mattresses pulled out 3 Playboy magazines. I knew now I was in heaven. He began to take his 
clothes of and I mimicked him. We were naked on the bed very quickly. Each with a magazine and each with 
his dick in one hand, one our sides. Rob, told me, just look at the pictures, and stroke, stop every once 
in awhile to make it last longer. I followed his lead, and copied everything he did. It seemed like an hour 
went by, this feeling of power having my dick in my hand, it being so hot, red and excited, this was great... (Actually only 5 or 10 minutes had pasted).

Rob broke the silence, by asking me if I know what a blowjob was. I regretfully, giggled a 12-year-old 
snicker, and said I think so. I told him it was when a girl would put a dick in her mouth. He said yes, 
but not just put it in there, she would suck on it until the white stuff came out. I said, "wow". Then he 
explained fucking to me. During this conversation our stroking and 'reading' had stopped. We were on our 
sides, head in hands resting on our elbows. Rob told me, that he and I could "practice" having girl friends,
and wanted to know if I was interested in "practicing"?  I said, ok, more from not wanting to be a dumb kid
and wanting to do what the older boys did than anything.

Rob rolled onto his back, moving the Playboy to the floor. He told me that I should suck on the tip of his 
dick like an ice-cream cone, just to see if I liked it. I move my cheek to his belly and place the tip of 
his dick between my lips, it was warm. I opened my mouth and let more inside, and lipped it like an ice-cream cone. This was fun, I liked it, and so I moved my face away to tell him that "I Liked It". He
told me "I could continue, and that I could if I wanted put more into my mouth".  I went back to him and continued to suck on it, sometimes taking more in and sometimes only the tip (head as I learned later on). Rob began to wiggle again, and now that the house was empty, groan without trying to stifle the loudness. I remembered the night before that he and I had both wiggled really fast right before the white stuff came out. For whatever reason, and yes I remember this very clearly, I told myself not to stop, and to make the white stuff come out in my mouth and not my hands.

Rob screamed, just as the cum hit the back of my throat and tonsils. I choked up a bit at first, but never
lost contact, swallowed (or choked) and kept going at it. He wiggled more and more until finally pulled my 
head away gasping for air. I asked him somewhat puzzled, "did I do something wrong?" To which his breathless
reply was, "No, no way, that was good, now your turn...

Rob repeated the service I had given him to me, and you can only imagine what the next two weeks were like.

I will write more about these two great weeks of my life if anyone likes this first writing?
 
Rob, and I saw one another at family functions over the next several years, but never had a chance to play 
until we were in our 20's; then again after we had both turned 40, he was killed in a car wreck a few years
back.  Yes, we were both married, and had kids, house, dog, etc...

Keith Brown

