Paul’s First Time

Submitted by Graboid7

This is the story of Paul’s first time. I’m not sure I’d have done the same at that age, but when he told me it I found it very arousing.

When he was studying for his A Levels he worked on a farm one summer. They had several stables, paddocks, and outbuildings that needed to be cleaned and maintained, so he and the other lads his age were kept busy. A lot of the work was hot and dusty, so they spent their breaks bare chested in the shade.

Paul had already worked out that he liked looking at men, and their equipment, and wanted to try feeling another one than his own. He’d lost his virginity to his first girlfriend. When she’d suffered buyers remorse he’d shrugged his shoulders and moved onto his next girlfriend. He’d had hand jobs, blow jobs, and full on penetrative sex but knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d felt another man’s cock in his hands.

As he looked around the group he noticed that one of the lads. Who was wearing shorts, had raised his leg and he could see his bulge concealed by his underwear. Paul felt himself stirring and reminded himself not to stare. As he looked up he saw another of the guys looking at him with a mysterious smile on his face.

The next morning that lad sidled up and asked him what he was doing after work. He’d nothing planned, his girlfriend being away in London with her parents.

“I was to thinking about going up the hidden pond after work.”

“What’s that?”, asked Paul.

“It’s this place I know. It’s hidden. You have to know where to find it. It’s covered by trees, and you can have a swim in private.”

“I haven’t got any trunks.”

“It’s private. You can go in in your pants. Or skinny dip.”

Those words were like music to Paul’s ears. He stuck close by that lad for the rest of the day. They exchanged questions. Paul, asked how private it was. The other guy had been there with mates before but hardly anyone knew about it. “You could get up to anything and nobody would know.” Paul liked the sound of that and in return provided details about the sex he’d had with his girlfriend to answer the other guy’s questions.

At four o’clock they left the farm with the other lad leading the way. On the way the other lad asked for more information about Paul’s sex life, and stated that he was getting so turned on he might need a wank when he got there.

“Me too,” joked Paul, hoping that it wasn’t a joke.

The spot was exactly as described. It would have been nigh on impossible to find if you didn’t know it was there. As soon as they arrived the other lad stripped to his boxers and jumped into the water. Paul raced to do the same, partly because he felt he needed to hide his excitement.

They larked about in the water, splashing each other, under, and swimming on their backs. The water wasn’t that deep only coming up to their waists.

“I told you it was a good place. And when you get out you can hang your pants on a branch to dry them off.” The other lad was standing close and Paul wanted to suggest getting out of the water there and then.

Suddenly they heard noises in the trees behind them. Then two other lads of similar age broke cover. A stocky redhead and a slight mousey looking companion.

“Hey!” The other guy knew them and greeted them warmly. Then he turned to Paul and said in a quiet voice. “It’s cool. I know them. I’ve been here before with both of them.”

The other lads undressed and joined them. The mousey lad kept his pants on but Paul was thrilled when the redhead also whipped of his underwear before diving in. They all splashed about and swam some more. Paul couldn’t remember who started it but then they started wrestling each other. The aim being to lift your competitor and drop him back in the water. In the middle of it the other guy surprised Paul by grabbing the contents of his pants and squeezing. Paul immediately recoiled from the very thing he wanted. He looked round, the other lads were battling each other and were oblivious. He heard his friend whisper “feel mine” and reached forward to feel the stiffness encased in wet and clingy material. Their hands were underwater so their actions were hidden.

“Urgh. He’s got a hard-on.”

Paul disengaged and span round. The mousey looking lad was indeed sporting a bulge that belied the size of his frame. The redhead was pointing at his mate who was not attempting to hide himself.

“So have you.” Said the guy who’s packet he’d just been feeling. Paul looked and saw that the redhead was sporting an erection too.

“Yeah. I bet you’ve got one.” The redhead replied. The other guy simply stood up in the water and pulled his rigid member out of his underwear to confirm it.

“What about you?” The redhead asked. Paul stood, his meat protruding against the soaking fabric of his pants.

The redhead laughed. “Last one out of the water has to feel everyone else’s cock.” Now Paul swears he made a valiant effort to get to the grass first but claims that the other guy pulled him backwards into the pond and ran past him. He ended up being the last one to reach dry land.

“Shall we take our pants off?”, the mousey guy asked. Paul couldn’t believe his luck as first the other guy, then the mousey guy, and then himself slid their soaking underwear off and all stood in a circle completely and utterly naked.

“Who do you want first then?”, the redhead demanded. Paul was literally spoilt for choice. He’d dreamed of fondling another man, and here he was being presented with three that he was told he had to touch. He looked at them all. Three different sizes and girths, he didn’t know where to start. They were all looking at him expectantly.

The redhead slowly pulled his foreskin back to reveal a glowing red mushroom tip. He was right-handed so he started with the guy to that side, the mousey guy. As his hand finally enclosed around the flesh that he had longed for he could only admit that it felt better than he imagined. He slid his hand along the first guy a couple of times, who smiled shyly but had a twinkle in his eye, before the redhead told him to feel the other guy next.

The other guy was almost as long as the first guy but Paul marveled at how different they felt. Finally it was the turn of the redhead who had saved himself till last. Paul and he were about the same size, but where Paul had a chubby column, the last of the three had a wide head that splayed outwards.

Suddenly there were hand’s everywhere and Paul lost track of who was feeling him and whose cock he was tossing off.

“I want to be the first to wank you off.” The redhead again. The other lads took themselves off to one side and began rubbing their erect dicks together. The redhead pulled Paul down onto the grass and they faced each other kneeling. As soon as they were partnered up the redhead dropped the gruff act and gently examined Paul’s cock as if he’d never felt one before. Paul took the same approach, because until moments ago, neither had he.
The redhead surprised Paul by leaning forward and planting a quick kiss on his lips. Paul wasn’t sure about that so didn’t return the favour.

Paul heard muted wet smacking sounds coming from his left side. When he looked over the other two lads were on the grass, and he says he nearly came on the spot when he realised they were in a 69.

The redhead turned to Paul, “I don’t do that. But you can suck me off if you want.” Paul wasn’t sure. In his dreams he only fondled other men and felt them come in his hands. Still, he found himself that turned on, and kept thinking about it until he finally bent down to give it a try. The redhead knelt up and drew his foreskin back. Paul could see a small dribble of precum oozing out of the slit. He took a firm grip on the guy’s solid pole and ran his tongue over the tip of his head. The redhead growled his approval. He did it a few more times, and was just widening his mouth to see if he could take it inside his mouth, when the redhead whined in a high voice that he was cumming.

Paul didn’t have time to move his head, and then couldn’t as the redhead held it firmly in place, trying to push his erupting organ back into Paul’s mouth. Instead, he delivered his entire load all over Paul’s face. One spurt found its way into his mouth and he tasted its creamy saltiness. Finally the redhead shivered to the end of his orgasm and released his grip on Paul’s head. The other guys had stopped what they had been doing at some point, and were kneeling close by watching, both pulling their cocks as they did.

The redhead recovered. He told Paul to lie back, then lay next to him on the grass and reached over to begin beating him off. As he felt himself building to the point of no return. He watched as jism flew out of the other guy’s cock and landed on his belly. His own started spurting instantly. The first shot flew over his head and landed in the pond with a plop. Then his cock sent hot splat after hot splat over his stomach and chest. Lastly, the mousey guy spewed forth a stream that cleared the other side of Paul and caught the redhead on the arm, with only one or two droplets joining the combined mess of everyone else on Paul’s stomach.

After they’d all recovered the other boys picked Paul up by his arms and legs and flung him back into the pond. They jumped in after him and all four of them pushed, and jostled, and felt each other’s flaccid cocks.

Even when they were getting dressed afterwards there was some playful feeling going on. As they were leaving the redhead tapped him on the shoulder and whispered that he wanted to see him again, alone. The mousey guy found a moment to do the same. The two latecomers said their goodbyes, and Paul and the other guy were left alone. It was still light.

“How did you know?”, Paul asked.

“If you hadn’t wanted to you would have left.” The other guy shrugged.

“Did you know they were coming too?”

The other guy answered him with a smirk.

“I need a piss.”

Paul did too. They leapt a fence to hide behind a small crop of trees. They finished peeing with fresh erections. They moved closer and the other guy began rubbing his cock along Paul’s. Then he offered him a blow job but only if he returned the favour. The other guy bent down and took Paul in his mouth. Paul realised with a sigh, that it felt better than when his girlfriend did it, and as the sensations became too hard to bear, flooded the other guy’s mouth with his semen.

Paul repaid the favour. It didn’t excite him in the same way that feeling the other’s dicks had, but he did his best. Paul felt the other guy thicken and pulse in his mouth, and could feel the cum racing out of his balls towards his throat. He pulled his head back, and even came a little bit more himself, as the other guy showered his face.

Paul had revelled in his second facial. As he felt the warm spurts hitting him he turned his face into them, trying to coat its entire surface. He liked the smell, the thrill of the expectation of when and where the next shot would hit him, and it gave him a feeling of control. He sloughed it off with his hands, and rubbed them as clean as he could on the grass. Later that night he had several wanks recalling the fun he’d had.

Paul states that he met up with all the guys individually, and in various threes after that. That all of them had sucked him off, including the redhead, who’d made him promise not to tell the others.

He even managed to get a few more names of other blokes their age that the others had played with but not told each other, and by the end of the summer had jacked off six vastly different cocks, and even managed to fit in fingering a girl at a party, when his girlfriend was away again.

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