boysbriefs: My First Time (Episode I)

boysbriefs: My First Time (Episode I):
"Check it out!" he said, yanking a copy of Hustler from the pile in front of him. He tossed it in my lap and starting pulling out more men's magazines. Playboy. Penthouse. Oui. We'd hit the motherlode. I suspected some housewife discovered her husband's secret stash, or some lonely perv needed to trim his collection to make room for new issues.

I started flipping through the yellowed Hustler when I noticed the bulge in Sean's shorts. His dick was hard as a rock. It jutted straight ahead, which caused the front of his shorts to billow out like a tent. It was enormous. Boy scouts could camp under there.

"Dude, you've got a boner," he yelled and pointed at my crotch. Sure enough, I was erect too, though my measly hard-on paled in comparison to Sean's massive rod.

I was mortified. Had he caught me staring at his dick, or did he assume I was aroused by the skanks in Hustler? I clasped both hands over my crotch and stared at the wall ahead.

Sean chuckled. "Don't be shy, man," he said and began tugging at the knob in his shorts.

His eyes returned to the Playboy magazine spread open between his legs, and he continued flipping the pages. By the time Sean arrived at the centerfold, his breathing had become heavier and the grasping of his crotch more intense. With his left hand, Sean unveiled Ms. December, while his right hand pulled down the waistband of his shorts. Out plopped his dick, still hard as a rock. I sat there in the bin stunned as Sean started stroking himself.

My heart raced, and I could feel my face flush with excitement and fear, uncertain if I should follow Sean's lead. He hardly seemed to notice, much less care, that anyone was sitting next to him. Eventually I pulled down the zipper of my shorts, fumbled my penis out and slowly started masturbating.

We continued playing with ourselves for several minutes. I had turned my face toward the magazine in front of me, but my eyes remained fixated on Sean. I watched the head of his dick pop in and out of his fist, I watched his chest pound behind his t-shirt, and I watched his lips purse as he labored under each breath. He was mesmerizing.

What happened next surprised even me. Without thinking, I reached out with my free hand and grasped at Sean's prick. His hand quickly moved away as I grabbed hold and started working it up and down. He leaned back and began to moan.

Sean quickly came. It spurted onto the magazines in front of him and drizzled down my hand, which remained clasped around his dick.

I was thrilled. I started to feel myself getting ready to cum when Sean suddenly grabbed hold of my arm, shoved it away from his dick and punched me in the shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?" he screamed. My arm throbbed with pain where he socked me. "Stay the hell away from me, you faggot," he yelled and scrambled out of the bin. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the wall of the magazine bin, and sat there feeling alone and ashamed.

That was the first time I ever touched another man's penis. It would take nearly ten years before it happened again, and fortunately the second time would lead to far better results. But more importantly, that was also the first time I ever considered that I might be gay. It would take nearly fifteen years before I found the courage to admit it."