Archive-name: FirstGay/ftg561.txt
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Archive-title: My First Time


My first sexual encounter occurred when I was 12 years old at Boy
Scout Camp.  A boy named Keith, a 15 year old high school kid with
long blonde hair, who was teaching me to swim, asked if I wanted
to spend the night in his tent.  He didn't have a bunkmate and occupied
the most remote tent in the entire campsite.  I thought it would
be cool to hang around with an older kid, and was happy for the opportunit
y to ditch my Nerd bunkmate, so I gladly accepted his offer.  That
evening, I gathered my sleeping bag and made my way over to his tent.
For a while, we lay on top of our cots and bullshitted.  "Lights
out" was finally called and we prepared for bed.  Keith caught me
off guard by asking me what I usually wore when I slept.  I replied
that I normally slept in my underwear.  Keith suggested that I try
sleeping in the nude.  Having said this, he peeled off his underwear
and slid into his sleeping bag.  He kept his eyes on me as I undressed
completely and did the same.  I can recall the tactile sensation
of the sleeping bag enveloping my naked body.  We continued talking.
 We recited every dirty joke we knew.  The topic turned to "sex"
and we discussed what little we knew about girls and what it must
be like to have intercourse.  I asked Keith if he had ever had sex
with a girl.  He replied "no," but then replied, "But I know how
to p'practice.'"
"What do you mean," I asked.  At this, he unzipped his sleeping bag
exposing his lean, unclad body.  He had an erection which stood straight
up.  He took his pillow and stuck it half way down his cot, lay on
top of it, and began to "dry hump" it.  I watched him masturbate
in this fashion.  He had a summer tan line which gave contrast to
his pale, smooth butt as he scrunched up and down.  I grew a hard-on
just watching him.  He kept his eyes on me the entire time.  After
a while he asked, "Why don't you give it a try?"
"I don't have a pillow," I replied.  (It was true: I had forgotten
to bring one with me to camp.)  Keith was quiet for a moment, then
responded, "We can share this one."  He instructed me to unzip my
sleeping bag, which I did.  As I lay on my back, Keith came over
to my cot, spread my legs apart, placed his pillow between my legs,
and climbed on top of me.  With only the small pillow between our
two erect cocks, he started to hump me.
I felt the weight of his teenage frame on top of me.  I had "wrestled"
with boys before, but this was the first time I had ever rubbed naked
bodies together.  I could feel the stiffness of his cock against
mine through the down of the small, flimsy pillow.  I instictively
wrapped my legs around his thighs and grabbed his bare ass with my
hand as he rode me..  A little while longer and he ejaculated into
the pillow with a shudder and a moan.
That was my first sexual experience.  In retrospect, I suppose I
was being shamelessly molested by an older boy, but it didn't seem
that way at the time.  Despite diversions such as these, I eventually
became an Eagle Scout.  (I could tell you some other camping stories!)
 Anybody else out there have some camp fire stories to tell?

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