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My first sexual experience occured at age twelve, before I had
masturbated for the first time.  It  involved   Greg Thompson, who was
thirteen years old, and who had just recently moved into our
neighborhood.  I liked Greg from the moment I met him.  He was a very
relaxed guy who boasted about nothing, who was just nice and friendly. 
He was also as pretty as most girls without seeming to be feminine.  His
hair was jet black, his eyes cobalt blue, and his skin slightly pale. 
His lips were roseate, and  the rest of his facial features were quite
delicate.  The first time I saw him naked in the showers after gym I
admired his lovely body with its shapely, soft looking limbs, handsome
chest and flat tummy.  It was the first time that I had "checked out"
another guy and I wondered at my fascination.  His balls hung freely,
but his penis  dangled just a flacid two inches.  He had pubic hair, but
not much, and the rest of his body was smooth and hairless.  He beamed
at me at our first meeting under the warm, pelting water of the shower. 
I sprouted a stiffie, but was not embarassed by it, because most of the
boys of our seventh grade class seemed to have erections in the shower. 
But I knew then that my stiffie was in response to the sight and smile
of Greg.

Without pushing himself forward, Greg was the sort of person to whom
others looked for leadership, and he readily took charge.  I, on the
other hand, was more passive and tended to follow others, and I came to
follow Greg from that first day.  I too was pretty, in a blonde way,
although I did not know of it at the time.  In photos from that period
of my pubescence, pictures of me in bathing trunks,  I see a boy of some
sexual allure, with soft looking thighs and a pretty boy's face, very
blonde and young.

That first day of our meeting Greg chose me to be his friend.  I was so
pleased.  For the next several days we palled around, and on the weekend
we played touch football with some other kids in our class.  Afterwards
we went to his house, where his mom, a good looking woman, gave us
lemonade, but otherwise stayed out of our way.  We went up to Greg's
room, where he showed me all of his stuff.  Eventually, we rough-housed
and fell on to the bed giggling hysterically.  Then, without warning,
Greg kissed me on the lips.  I did not resist him, but, with his lips on
mine, I wondered what was happening and why I enjoyed it.  I kissed him
back without thinking about it.  It felt so good.  We embraced and
kissed for a long time, eventually engaging our tongues.  My only
thought was that Greg was so pretty, and he made me feel special by
kissing me.  Like most boys my age, before the onset of homophobia, I
relished experimenting physically with a buddy.  Nothing else happened
that day, just a lot of kissing.  But I do remember very well the feel
of my hand on the bare flesh of his upper arm as my lips pressed against
his.  I realized then that I wanted to touch him all over, all his soft
parts, his entire body.  I didn't understand it,  and it didn't trouble
me much then, but I wished that we were naked on the bed together.

Later we went down to the kitchen, where Greg's mom had set out lunch
for us.  I was a bit sheepish about what we had done for the past half
hour, but Greg was bright and cheerful.  He looked so beautiful, 
sitting across the table from me, eating his toasted cheese sandwich and
tomato soup.  I had fallen in love with him, although I did not realize
it at the time.  Then, he seemed to be the most splendid friend, a
treasure that I did not want to lose.

For the following week we were inseparable.  When we were alone, we
briefly hugged and kissed, our eyes alert to intruders.  On the next
Saturday I came to Greg's house to sleep over,  having yearned
impatiently for several days for the time to come, knowing that we would
go beyond just kissing, although I was then too inexperienced to know
just what we would do.  Perhaps we would jack off together.  Half of the
kids in our seventh grade class were doing it.  I had supper with Greg's
mom and dad and with his eleven year old sister Susan, who had a pretty
face and small titties which pushed at her blouse.  Susan fascinated
me.  I wondered what she looked like naked.  In comparing Susan and
Greg, he no longer looked pretty to me, although he was handsome in a
very young way.

At bedtime Greg and I went to his room and undressed.  I assumed that we
would sleep in our underpants, but Greg took his off, and then so did
I.  We got onto the bed naked where we snuggled and kissed, our bodies
rubbing together.  We both had stiffies.  After awhile Greg told me to
sit up on the bed with by back against the headboard.  I did as he
asked.  He then knelt on the bed in front of me, his legs straddling
mine, his hard cock jutting straight out in front of my face.  It was
over five inches long, when erect, but it was not too thick.  It
fascinated me.  Greg took hold of the base of his cock, leaned forward
and wiped the head of it across one of my cheeks, across my chin, and on
to the other cheek.  He did this several times.   Then he did not wipe
it across my chin but, instead, my lips.  After a couple of such passes
from cheek to cheek,  I parted my lips slightly and my tounge touched
the head of his cock.  He stopped moving it back and forth.  He pushed
it at my parted lips.  I opened wider and sucked his cock into my
mouth.  It had the most remarkable texture and a slight, unusual taste. 
I did not mind sucking on Greg's cock.  I enjoyed it enormously,
especially because it was awfully naughty, but also because Greg had
become my dearest friend.  Greg moved his cock in and out of my mouth as
I provided suction.  Even though I had not ejaculated for the first
time, I knew about it, and I realized that Greg might do it in my
mouth.  He didn't.  At the very last minute he pulled out.  His first
spurt hit my lips and chin.  The rest went on my neck and chest  He
grunted as he came.  Greg then got off the bed, went to his bathroom and
returned with a warm, moist towel, which he used to clean me up.  While
he was gone I tongued his stuff from my lips and tasted its strangeness.

Greg was then very subdued.  He sat next to me on the bed with his arm
around me, my head on his shoulder, his hand palming my cheek gently. 
He whispered to me that it was the first time for him with another
person.  As we then kissed, he gripped my small penis in his hand.  He
squeezed it gently, rhythymically, and I began to feel the building of a
most awesome pleasure.  I eeked into his mouth, as I came for the first
time in my life.

We went to sleep.  In the middle of the night I awoke to the feel of
Greg's mouth on my cock, sucking it with a mild suction.  It felt so
marvelous.  The world was quiet.  A zypher blew into the room, which was
filled with moonlight.  I warned him, when I felt myself about to come,
but he continued to suck on me.  I squirted into his mouth, holding his
head tightly still against me.  He choked and coughed, but not too
severely.  He did not take his mouth from my cock until it became
flacid.  I assumed that he swallowed my stuff.  After awhile I sucked on
him again, letting him squirt into my mouth.  I swallowed it, although I
did not much relish the taste.

The next day, a Sunday, we found ourselves alone in the house for much
of the afternoon.  Greg suggested that we try butt fucking.  I was not
at all eager to do that, but I went along.  He did me first.  I lay on
my stomach with my head on a pillow.  Greg slicked his cock with
Vaseline and climbed between my parted legs.  He lowered himself onto me
and just pushed into me all the way in one stroke.  The unfamiliar hurt
frightened me, but I endured it and learned to relax.  It then felt
better, although it began to sting a bit.  He yelped, when he finally
came, and I was pleased that he was finished.  It felt good, when he
pulled out of me.  He didn't want me to do him right away, although I
was eager to come, so we waited a few minutes.  Greg went to the
bathroom and washed his cock.  Then I did him, the way he had done me,
in one stroke.  It felt so wonderful, my flesh against his, my cock
inside of him.  I came quickly, my face burried in his hair, my groin
pushing tightly at his soft buttocks.

Then we showered together, dressed and went out to play football with
friends.  We never agaian had another sexual encounter, although we
remained friends for life.  We had learned what we wanted to know.  The
experience gave me an enhanced self confidence.  A few months later I
finally succeeded in seducing Gregs's lovely sister, who let me take her
maidenhead even before she had begun to grow pubic hair.

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