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Archive name: freeassc.txt (mm-teens, 1st-gay)
Authors name: Puck (puck512@hotmail.com)
Story title : Free Association

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Free Association (m/m-teens, 1st-gay)
By Puck (puck512@hotmail.com)

***

Like all my peers there came a time when I made that 
mythical transition from boy to adolescent. Like every 
other person who ever lived, I struggled with the 
changes in my body. When I was thirteen, more than a 
full year after my dick had started growing hard for 
reasons known only to itself (and almost always the most 
embarrassing moments) and I had started desperately 
trying to piece together the holy grail called sex, my 
parents handed me a small pamphlet which would serve as 
my guide into adulthood.

The book titled "Your changing body" gave me a short 
sermon about pimples, breaking voices, and sexual urges 
which must be resisted until I was properly married. 
Inserting my penis into my wife's vagina to make a baby 
followed marriage. The book was so dry and distant that 
even a desperate thirteen-year-old boy could find 
nothing the least bit inspirational.

Like most boys I suffered in silence and life went on 
pretty much as usual. I hung around a group of five boys 
but it was Trent who was my best friend. We were next-
door neighbors and had known each other forever and a 
day. Since I was an only child, he was the closest I 
could come to imagining what having a brother would have 
been like.

When we were eight we corrected life's oversight and 
officially made ourselves blood brothers in the 
traditional Indian way of cutting our palms, spitting on 
it and shaking. It was god-awful painful, even more 
messy, and our mothers fretted to no end about the 
damage we had inflicted on ourselves which made it even 
more worthwhile.

The only secret I ever kept from Trent was how weird 
everything had suddenly become in my life. No matter 
what the book said about this being natural and that 
other boys my age were experiencing everything I was, I 
was convinced that Trent who had always been a constant 
in my life was above all this.

I don't think I had ever felt more alone in my life.

Everything, and I do mean everything, changed on a hot 
August afternoon in the summer of my thirteenth year. 
Trent and I had spent the day hunting raspberries and by 
the time we made it out to Carver's lake we were hot, 
sweaty, and tired. A dip in the lake was exactly what we 
needed.

We'd grown up skinny-dipping in Carver's lake and we 
shed our clothes without a second thought and plunged 
headlong into the cool water. Trent was the rotten egg 
and I made sure he knew it. Any Impartial observer would 
have clearly seen that I had made it in first. Since 
there didn't happen to be an impartial observer nearby 
Trent made an outrageous claim that I had been the last 
one in.

I splashed him and he splashed me, he dunked me and I 
dunked him in turn, and our innocent argument turned 
into a full fledged wrestling match. It was nothing we 
hadn't done a thousand times before. Sometime during the 
match he had chased me from the water and with a 
righteous tackle pinned me to the grass and held me 
there squirming in frustration below him.

Like I say, it was nothing we hadn't done before. We'd 
grown up wrestling and since Trent was the older and 
larger he usually won, though if I was serious about 
something I could usually hold my own. Mostly, though, 
it usually ended with him on top of me threatening and 
tickling me, while I laughed and giggled until he forced 
me to cry uncle. But this was the first time a match had 
started while we had been skinny dipping though.

I sensed something amiss when he didn't gloat and try to 
tickle me into submission. He just sat there astride me, 
his hands holding my wrists above my head, staring down 
at me. It was then that I was aware that he was 
breathing hard and that his dick was very, very hard, 
and it was grinding down, throbbing even, against my 
crotch.

He blushed, the deepest darkest red I had ever seen 
before on anyone and I could see the indecision in his 
eyes. He knew he should get off me before he embarrassed 
himself further but he didn't want too. I was completely 
at his mercy and he didn't know how to handle the sudden 
flush of sexual power or the fact that I wasn't exactly 
resisting him. Trent was excited and I was responded to 
that. My cock grew hard against his and I could feel 
myself sliding against him as I grew. God that was such 
a strange and sexy sensation.

Trent bit his lower lip and ground his crotch against 
mine just a little at first but it was enough to make me 
gasp in pleasure as our cocks rubbed together. I was 
such a total virgin. I had never learned to masturbate 
and aside from a few wet dreams I had never had an 
orgasm. What Trent was doing as he ground his crotch 
against mine was something completely new to me and I 
was his complete and devoted slave at that moment. What 
he was doing felt so good. It felt more than good.

Our bodies still wet from our recent swim rubbed against 
each other and I was overwhelmed by all the incredible, 
new sensations. To this day I can perfectly recall the 
feel of his smooth skin against mine, the sound of his 
labored breathing, the amazing sensations of his legs 
wrapped around my waist, his tight grip around my wrists 
that subdued even the tiniest, insane desire to fight 
what was happening. Best of all was the feeling of his 
cock grinding against mine, feeling his skin rub and 
brush against my supersensitive skin. 

Everything kept feeling better and better until Trent 
gasped and tensed, humping forward so much that his 
tight balls dragged along my cock as he pushed hard up 
against my stomach. I felt something hot and sticky jet 
across my skin while Trent made choking, strangling 
sounds of pleasure as he humped me and rubbed his come 
between our stomachs.

Trent looked at me, his face completely unreadable, 
"I've never done that with anybody," he confessed as he 
rolled off me.

"What did you do?" I asked as I rubbed curiously at his 
come, noting that it was almost identical in smell and 
texture to the stuff I had to clean up when I had one of 
my wet dreams.

He looked at me like I was a Martian, unable to believe 
that I knew even less about sex than he did.

"Sex," He answered. "Don't you know anything?"

"Guess not." I answered.

"Don't you even..." he trailed off, then lacking a word 
made the shape of a C with his fingers and began jerking 
his hand up and down. When my look of utter confusion 
answered him, he elaborated: "You know, jack off..."

When I confessed my innocence he reached over and took 
my cock between his fingers. I almost pulled back. I 
wasn't expecting it, but once the surprise wore off I 
discovered the rapturous pleasure of him squooshing my 
cock between his fingers, kneading it and stroking it. 
Almost as soon as the surprise faded I sprang instantly 
erect in his hand.

Having something more substantial to grasp, he then 
wrapped his fingers around me and began working the skin 
up and down. I couldn't tear my eyes off of his hand 
around my dick. When he had humped me things had felt 
pretty good but this... This was the next level of 
magnitude. This was... It was everything good I had had 
ever felt. It was an answer to every question I ever 
had.

His hand stroked up and down moving faster and faster 
until it became a blur and I found my hips bucking in 
reply and then -- Oh God -- and then a white geyser 
erupted spewing my seed high into the air between us, 
then another and another as it spattered on Trent, on 
me, and on the ground. With each spurt of my come I 
experienced the most perfect symphony of raptures. Trent 
pounded me unceasingly, milking me for every last drop 
of pleasure.

I was panting and trembling when I finally opened my 
eyes and saw Trent staring at me. He seemed 
uncomfortable and unsure of himself, which was unusual 
for him. I guess it was only natural. Playing cowboy and 
Indian is a pretty safe and acceptable activity. Giving 
your virgin friend a hand-job is out on the edge a bit.

"Jesus H. Christ, Trent that was fucking-A-W-S-O-M-E."

"Yea, it's fun. I been doing it for a while but I didn't 
think... I mean... Well I didn't know if you'd like it."

"The only thing I'm mad about is you not showing me this 
the moment you discovered it!" I bubbled.

I wasn't really disturbed. Wrapped in the warm after-
glow of my first waking orgasm and basking in the 
newfound knowledge that I was not a mutant -- that I was 
no longer alone -- I felt too good to be angry or 
confused or anything.

"Tell me everything!" I demanded eagerly.

"That's all I know," he replied sheepishly.

I frowned. It seemed like there should be something more 
to it than that and I said so.

"Well maybe now that you're around we can find some new 
tricks," Trent answered and he sounded eager.

"Like you humping me," I said.

Trent blushed furiously, "Yea, that felt pretty good."

If the hour hadn't been so late we might have said more 
or done more but as it was we barely made it back before 
dark and even then Trent's mom swore she was about ready 
to send for the police to round us up. Any further 
explorations would have to wait until later.

Since it was summer we had no trouble arranging for me 
to stay over at Trent's house that night. We didn't come 
right out and say it, I don't think we even admitted it 
to ourselves, but we had discovered a new, secret toy 
and we wanted to play with it.

That night, Trent stretched out, gloriously nude on his 
bed while I knelt beside him, letting his phallus fill 
my vision. I marveled how much like mine it was. How we 
were both circumcised, how it would quiver and twitch in 
the air, how the veins were visible beneath the skin and 
how big and purple the head got. I also marveled at 
Trent's tiny tuft of pubic hair.

Slowly I wrapped my fingers around his cock and working 
from memory gently pulling up and down, completely 
absorbed in the feel of fleshy softness over a hard 
inner core. I inexpertly jacked him off and delighted in 
the fountain that gushed forth as he shuddered on the 
bed in orgasm.

A small gob landed on my cheek and even though it was 
the grossest thing I had ever done in my life I scooped 
it the short distance into my mouth and tasted it.

I decided it tasted alright.

Then Trent returned the favor and we fell asleep shortly 
afterwards.

*

It wasn't until October when Trent and I went beyond 
jerking each other off. 

It never became entirely routine over the weeks but 
eventually we were doing it often enough that it wasn't 
exactly special or remarkable. It was something that we 
did that felt good, sort of like taking a deep, long, 
satisfying piss.

In October Trent was staying over at my house one Friday 
night and was jerking me off when he said in a casual, 
but low and slightly conspiratorial voice, "In Gym, I 
heard one of the boys call another a cock-sucker. They 
got into a fight over it, but if cock-rubbing feels 
good, I wonder..."

He let the thought trail off as he continued to stroke 
me. I mulled it over a little. I hadn't thought of it 
before. Sex was too new for me to worry about labeling 
myself, but kids are hypersensitive to labels and gay, 
queer, and cocksucker were not labels any kid wanted to 
be known by.

I was still trying to reconcile the sudden revelation 
that what Trent and I were doing was a "gay thing" when 
Trent said, "It's just between us. If you want I'll suck 
you."

That had taken guts. Even with his hand around my cock, 
even knowing me all his life, even being blood brothers 
that took guts. I doubted I would have had the courage 
to have offered the same.

I'd love to say that I thought it over and made a 
deliberate decision, or Trent's offer moved me, or I had 
a brilliant flash of insight into the utter meaningless 
of sexual labels. In truth, Trent's hand had gotten me 
close to orgasm and I was feeling very good and horny 
and agreeable to anything that felt good. My answer was 
a nod and that's all it took.

Trent bent over and I felt my cock being pulled back and 
bared to his open mouth. There was no preamble as he 
lowered his mouth over me, stopping about halfway before 
he made a wet, sloppy seal and slowly sucked his way up 
my cock.

He fumbled his way inexpertly but as amateurish as it 
was it as overwhelming in its sensations. His hot wet 
lips slid up and down my throbbing shaft while his 
tongue rubbed up and down the base of my cock. His hand 
grasped the base and while it didn't move much, it added 
it's own movements to everything else.

I had already been close but even if I had started cold 
I doubt it would have taken much more. On the fifth 
stroke I exploded into Trent's mouth. He gagged and 
pulled away quickly and left my poor cock twitching 
against my stomach spurting white, milky seed onto my 
stomach.

An orgasm that I had expected to be the best I had ever 
had suddenly and dismally turned into the most 
disappointing.

"Jeez you lamer, next time finish what you start!" I 
swore.

"It tasted..."

"Yea, yea, salty. Big deal. It was beautiful Trent. It 
was the best thing we've ever done and then nothing."

"Sorry. I'm new at this. Next time I'll do better."

"You'd better. Now hop up here and take notes," I 
grinned as we traded places.
As good as his cock had felt in my hands it felt just as 
good in my mouth. My cock was pretty large and Trent 
always had trouble taking all of my meat but his was 
smaller and I could suck him all the way to the base and 
just get a little tickle at the back of my throat. I 
took everything he had done right and imitated it and 
then innovated by letting my tongue rub and struck him 
more and grinding my lips against the ridges on the 
underside of his cock-head.

He lasted for only a few strokes before he gasped and 
grabbed my head. He pulled me down hard onto my cock and 
began to well and truly fuck my face. While I felt like 
gagging a few times, something not helped by the few 
times he managed to force his spurting shaft back far 
enough to rub against the back of my throat, I swallowed 
everything he had to give. I turned green, I felt queasy 
for an hour afterwards but I didn't leave him hanging in 
midair like he had left me.

I sucked him unmercifully, I sucked him dry and then 
kept on sucking as long as he kept moving. Trent, I was 
very, very sure, was having the orgasm of his life and I 
did everything I could to keep it that way.

"Un-Fucking-Believable." He gasped as he collapsed back 
into the bed.

Trent and I had never been really intimate after our 
play, but I was tired and exhausted and so was he. I 
didn't feel like recovering on the cold floor in the 
sleeping bag so I crawled up next to him. I guess we 
kind of snuggled together.

"If being a cocksucker is so bad, why does it feel so 
good?" I mused idly.

Trent, ever one with the answers, replied, "We're 
suppose to grow up and get married and have kids but if 
everyone knew that it felt like this with another guy 
maybe there'd be no more kids."

"Oh yea, like I wanna spend the rest of my life with 
you!" I challenged, trying to engage him in play.

I was surprised when Trent looked hurt at that.

A few hours later, both of us fully recovered. Trent 
gave me my first, real blowjob.

*

Aside from brotherly love or friendship I really didn't 
have any romantic feelings for Trent and though I 
sometimes wondered, I'm pretty sure Trent was the same 
way. There's no man alive who can't vividly recall the 
total insanity of that age when everything, and I do 
mean everything revolved around sex and everything, and 
I do mean everything was set up to see that we didn't 
get it. 

The first wall was ignorance, the second wall was 
religion and morality, the third was the total alieness 
of females. There were so many walls.

What Trent and I did was a great release. Our bodies 
demanded the satisfaction and aside from the physical 
satisfaction there was the mental satisfaction of having 
someone you could trust at that level and the security 
in no longer going it alone. Yet for all of the 
positives there was a lot of guilt.

In theory being Gay should be no more a stigma than 
being black or oriental. 

But kids, being kids, tend to eat their own. The need to 
belong is so intense that they will eventually create an 
outside just so they can appease their insecurities by 
being on the inside. From the start and especially once 
the full seriousness of what we were doing dawned on us, 
we were discrete.

Our social lives, reputations, and our future depended 
on being inside. I don't think either one of us thought 
of ourselves as gay.

None-the-less, secrecy was fertile ground for guilt and 
as the year went by the guilt was fueled by the need for 
novelty in our sex-play. We had discovered fairly early 
on that being sucked while a finger was up your ass 
stroking the prostate was not only obscenely dirty and 
definitely gay but it was also the most intense orgasm 
two boys could ever hope to produce.

The first time had happened with me on my stomach, my 
hips rose with Trent's head underneath me as he sucked 
me off. As usual he had one hand around the base of my 
shaft so I wouldn't plunge down his throat and the other 
hand was kind of massaging my buttocks, something we had 
just started doing.

I was raising my hips and lowering them, fucking his 
mouth as I hugged the pillows. As always it was a great 
sensation and then I had felt Trent's slick finger 
circling my puckered asshole sending electric tingles of 
anticipation through me. It was like holding a match to 
gasoline. When he forced his finger inside me and I felt 
my asshole throbbing around the intrusion I came. Oh 
Jesus I came. Trent, it seemed had discovered a sex book 
in his parents house and had read up, taking note of an 
obscure reference to the prostrate.

He milked me dry for a two-minute long orgasm as I 
furiously humped his face and his finger massaged my 
prostrate even to the point of using his finger as a 
hook to pull me down harder onto his face. Then he 
sucked me off for a back-to-back orgasm -- one of the 
few I have ever had. The sensations were so strong that 
I never got soft so he never stopped sucking and 
massaging my prostate the whole way he milked me to my 
second orgasm in short order.

When I returned the favor we were so utterly exhausted 
and sucked dry that we both knew that we had found the 
ultimate sex-act. The only thing left would be anal sex.

We really were scared of going so far that we would have 
to admit being Gay and so anal sex became an unspoken 
taboo. But taboo or not, we simply could not resist the 
temptation not after sampling the other forbidden 
pleasures. Despite the forbidden knowledge found in 
Trent's parent's book, anal sex was a very advanced 
position and the tightness of our anuses provided enough 
of a barrier so that we were stopped at every attempt.

In hindsight, after a few months when we had started 
working two then three fingers up each other's asses we 
could have accommodated each other easily enough but by 
then Trent and I had a new wrinkle in our sex-lives.

Girls!

*** END ***

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