My First Time with John
© Alex Carr 2007

I remember with some pain, my first time. But the thrill of it succumbed the temporary pain and I would never wish to change things, how they really happened, and how indebted I was to John who made me realise my true sexual leaning.

We used to do a lot of cycling together, being avid enthusiasts, training to take part in races and the like. But the one special time I remember with affection now was when we both headed from Harrow to Elstree. We were both in our teens and John had celebrated his 19th birthday so he was a year older than I.

He had often said how good I looked in shorts when we did our trips but I just thought he was paying me a compliment and that was that. On this trip we planned to spend the whole day or so in our saddlebags, we took a picnic. It was a gloriously sunny and warm day so we found the idea spot on a hill sloping down to a stream under the shade of oak trees. It was so very quiet except for the chirping of the birds and so very relaxing.

That was when I was about to discover John had more than a picnic in mind as we knelt on a sheet, which we had spread over the grass. He just came out with it:
“You know something, Alex - I would just love to get inside your shorts!”

I think I was halfway eating an apple at the time. It was a Cox’s orange pippin, I knew because I shook it and if you can hear the seeds knocking it is a pippin. John had already said something like I wish I could shake mine like that but it never occurred to me that there was an underlying meaning in that. I guess I was a little naïve at the time but not for long as John put his paper plate aside, closed to me and stroked my thigh with some in trepidation.

“You okay with this, Alex? I mean it’s okay -- isn’t it?”

I gulped the rest of my apple not knowing quite what to say. This was all new to me. When you are young you imagine it with girls but with other boys - and your best pal at that? Yet I had to admit to myself it was not at all repugnant to me that I enjoyed that touch, becoming more intimate now as he traveled further, further up my right thigh. My legs opened wide as I knelt, with a gap in my shorts, which John soon slipped under with his busy fingers. I was still lost for words when his fingers touched me there, teasing and discovering my balls and cock. It was all so very knew yet so very good and I certainly felt a new feeling come over me I had never had with John before. It was like I wanted him in so many ways now, ways that I would never have imagined before because after all it was just a close friendship between guys, nothing more. But now it was beginning to be everything more as John was doing what he said he wanted, to get into my shorts.

By now I had sort of replied to his question, and anyway I guess my willingness was apparent now, because I found myself laying back spread out on the grass, enjoying what he