Lionel's First Time

 Rated: X  ages 13 15 (*)


This is the absolute truth as best as I can remember it after all these years. It still hurts.



I was thirteen, almost fourteen. I lived in a smallish country village in the southern U.K. that was so small we barely had a market. Nothing to do but make up games with my friends. No computers or cell phones or such things back then. Just the tee-vee.

I was a typical Brit boy, with blond hair and blue eyes, rather thin, but growing taller almost by the day. A few freckles. At the time, I bore a remarkable resemblance to the boy who played Ronald on the Fawlty Towers episode Gourmet Night. For you non-Brits, I even sounded very much like him.

I wouldn't say I was particularly popular, but I wasn't an oddball either. I had several friends I played with as I grew up. We were all different ages, as there weren't many kids at all in that tiny village. By the time I was thirteen, I was ahead of my friends in that I was taller, stronger, my balls were dropped, my cock was growing fast and getting hard all the time and I actually had hair growing around it. The very best part was the stuff I squirted now. It was both fascinating and wonderful. I never let a drop of it go to waste.

It was a very difficult time. There I was, hormones raging, and none of my friends understood. They were all younger than me, the few kids in that village that weren't older and able to drive or get a ride with the other older boys. And there was no way I could tell them how interested I was growing in boys.

Then I had to go spend part of the summer with my grands in another tiny little village many miles from my home and my friends. I brought my bike, in case, and what else I could, because I knew there wasn't anything to do in that town either, especially as I didn't know anybody there. Hell, there weren't even any kids around my age that I knew of.

I was out in front of my grands' house one day, bored beyond words, when I saw this cute boy ride by on his bike. I was interested in boys, and this boy was particularly interesting. He was older than me, at least fourteen if not fifteen. He was definitely more developed than me by far.

He reminded me of the guy in James At Fifteen, Lance Kerwin. Straight blond hair, blue eyes, firm jaw and features, same thin lips and nose.

I noticed  him riding his bike past the house most days. I had no idea where he went, or why. I only knew that shortly after dinner he would ride past, ignoring me for the most part.

I don't have to tell you I thought Lance Kerwin was dead sexy. I'd watched every episode of James At Fifteen as well as James At Sixteen. For obvious reasons.  I had a major crush on many boys on television. Christopher Knight (Peter Brady) was a frequent imaginary lover, as was Jimmy Baio as Billy Tate in SOAP, Phillip McKeon who was Tommy on Alice, and Eric Scott who played Ben Walton. There were many others, too, not just Americans.

Yeah, I was a tee-vee kid, completely. American television programs were fantastic, and I often went out of my way to catch every episode of those and many other shows. When I hit puberty, that got far worse.

So when I saw a Lance Kerwin lookalike riding his bike by the house nearly every day, it more than just piqued my interest.

I was lonely, of course, so I decided to make the effort to talk to him. Maybe we could be friends. If not, at least I could get a good close-up look at him so I would have more to work with when I wanked at night. So, one day, after dinner, I waited by the gate for him to come by.

He did. He was wearing a blue shirt and dark-blue short shorts. I stepped to the curb and waited for him to get closer. As he did, I could see his legs pumping up and down, and I got a quick glimpse of his white briefs, and the rounded bulge there as well.

Something was roused by the sight. All my plans to casually say hello sort of evaporated.

"You want something?" he said as he slowed and stopped in front of me.

The sight of his white-clad package peeking out from beneath those blue shorts held my sight like I was mesmerized.


He didn't shout it, only said it rather firmly.

"I said, you want something?" he repeated.

"I, uh, I was just wondering where you go," I asked, forcing my eyes up to his face.

Oh, yes, so very much like Lance! I felt my heart hammering in my chest and my face going hot.

He obviously looked me up and down. I dared to return the examination. Gawd, that white-clad bulge beneath those short shorts... the smooth skin of his inner thighs all the way up to those white briefs... wow!

I got so hard.

"I go have some fun, what do ya think?" he said with a big, cute grin.

"Like what kind of fun?" I asked innocently.

I really had no idea.

He laughed, and then looked me up and down again. I did too. I couldn't resist. He was so cute and sexy!

"Visiting relatives?" he asked, nodding at the house behind me.

"My grands," I answered.

"Where you from?"

I told him.

"What's your name?"

"Lionel. What's yours?"

"Trevor. You're like, what, fourteen?" he asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

He smiled so cutely!

"You got a girlfriend?"

"Uh, no."


"Uh, no, not really."

"What's not really mean?"

"It means, well, no, I never had a girlfriend."

"You want one?" he asked, now rocking his bike between his legs.

The seat was pushing his package up a bit, over and over, making it more obvious. I have no idea if he meant it to do that or not.

"Uh, maybe," I said slowly, not knowing at all what he was leading to - I was so innocent.

"So, you got a bike?"


"Wanna go see what I do for fun, since you're so curious?"

"Uh, sure, okay."

"Okay. Go get it."

I ran to my bike and back, already breathless.

"Come on," he said, and kicked off.

I rode along beside him, until we reached the woods on the edge of town where a little river ran through. He got off his bike and began walking down off the road into the swale. I followed. Then he went into the trees.

There, behind a thicket of brambles and bushes, was a little clearing. In the middle, canted and lopsided, was a wooden shed. It looked older than Christ himself. It had cracks and gaps and barely a roof. The door worked, though, somehow. He opened the door and waved me inside with my bike. He followed with his.

There was a chair and a table, rickety and worn, and a wooden box. He sat down on the chair, and I sat down on the box. The place smelled old and dusty and musty, but it was somehow really quite cozy.

"How did you find this place?" I asked.

"Just found it," he said. "Like I found these."

He reached between my legs. I jerked upright out of sheer shock. He laughed. Then he opened the box. I saw a lot of things in there, but he only pulled out a couple magazines. I don't remember the titles, but I do remember the cover images. Nearly naked women.

Nudie mags! I'd only ever heard of them!

 He flipped through one. Nearly naked girls! Mostly bare-breasted, a few bare-bottomed. Triangles of pubic hair!

My cock went full hard almost instantly. I scooted to the end of the wooden box so I could see better as he flipped through the pages. I was awestruck.

It was women, sure, but they were nearly-naked and a few were completely naked. It was awesome.

Now I knew what he did for fun! Sort of.

When we had finished the first magazine, he asked, "So, like it?"

"Yeah!" I said enthusiastically. 

He opened the other magazine. It was much the same, until about halfway through. Then there was a naked man! There was his entire body on display! Well, almost. You could see his hairs down there in several pictures, but not 'it'. Still, I'd never been so turned on! I had thrills running all through my body! And the feelings in my dick were something incredible.

We finished the magazine.

"Like that one?"


"Which was your favorite?"

"That one!" I said emphatically, pointing at the second one, the one with the man in it.


I couldn't tell him why, of course.

"Better pictures," I said, almost truthfully.

"Know why I like it?" he said, handing it to me.

"Why?" I asked, taking the magazine from him.

His hands were hidden by the magazine once he handed it to me, so I didn't see where they went. I wasn't paying his hands any attention anyway, not with that magazine in my hot little hands.

But then I felt one of them. On my lap. And then it was exploring further, finding my erection.

I sat there in utter shock as his hand groped and fondled me through my shorts. I stared at the front cover of the magazine, afraid to look up or move in any way.

"You like wanking it?" he asked softly.


Hell, every boy did, and I knew that much. Saying anything else would have been an obvious lie.

"You ever wank to a magazine like this one?"


"Ever even seen one like it before?"


We were quiet for at least an entire minute as his hand continued to massage my groin, making my cock squirm, get even harder, and even more sensitive. It felt great! Really great!

When I felt him unfastening my shorts, I didn't resist in any way. I thought of it, sure. But, well, what he'd just been doing felt so great! I was anxious to feel more.

I knew what he was doing, but I don't think I thought about what he was going to do.

My face grew hot. My body trembled. I think I was breathing fast and hard.

I just looked at the cover of that magazine as his hands got my shorts opened, and then he reached into my underwear and managed to get my cock out.

Now I know I was breathing hard! My hands were shaking, making the magazine shake as well. But I kept my eyes on the front of the magazine.

His hand pulled the foreskin back and the cool air on my wet helmet make me shiver.

Then he began wanking me off.

I began breathing harder, faster, and my body began trembling so hard that the magazine was literally shaking like a leaf on a tree in a windstorm. I had to tighten my grip on it or drop it.

I felt my cock preparing to squirt! I squeaked loudly, like someone stepping on a mouse. I let go of the magazine with one hand and grabbed his hand to stop it.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, still holding my aching cock in his hand, which was tightly enclosed by my own hand.

"No." I gasped loudly. "I mean... yeah. I mean..."

He laughed, then leaned in and kissed me.

I'd never kissed anyone, of course, and it was shocking to my core.

But, oh, God, it was fantastic, too!

I let him kiss me. I even returned the efforts.

He tried to move his hand inside of mine, to continue wanking me. I let go of his hand and let him. I was so wet!

His hand moved up and down on my throbbing cock a few times, smearing my pre-cum around on my head, making me shiver and gasp and almost laugh.

After a few strokes, he said, "Let me get your pants down some more."


I mean, I was going to cum, no doubts. Why did he want my pants off?

"It'll be even better, I promise," he said softly, and kissed me some more.

I didn't answer him, but his other hand began pulling my shorts down. I lifted my ass and let him. Then he pulled my underwear down. I felt my balls fall out free. I sat back down. He quickly took my balls into his other hand as he slowly wanked me.

The magazine was forgotten. I guess I still held it in one hand. I don't know for sure. I do remember watching his hand wank me and his other hand rolling my balls around.

Oh, holy saints and martyrs!

"You got a pretty big cock," he said, giving me a smile.

"Thanks," I laughed.

For the first time since it had started, I thought of his cock. I wondered what size it was, and how much hair he had, and how big his balls were, and other things.

I fucking had to know!

"Can I do it to you?" I asked, so scared he'd be grossed out and stop what he was doing.

Instead, he let go of my dick and my balls, stood up, and shoved his short shorts and his underwear down in one go.

There it was! It looked so huge! It was probably just an average six inches, at most, but to me it seemed to be nearly a foot long! So thick, too. Bold and beautiful. The foreskin hiding all but the very tip, which had a large slit at the end. A patch of sandy-blond hair above it, nearly as much as the grown man in the magazine - compared to my scraggly patch anyway. And his balls! They hung down like pendulant globes in a wet sack, blond hairs here and there all over it. Then I noticed the bead of milky fluid growing at the very tip.

I began to reach out for it, but he shocked me by shoving his hips forward and the end of his cock against my lips. It was as natural as breathing to open my mouth and let it in.

It was so big! I tasted his musky, salty flavour. My own was mild and watery by comparison. I actually moaned around his thick cock.

I knew to suck on it, so I did. He moaned, sighed, then said, "Oh, yes, that's it!"

I had never before felt what I did right then. Happy? Fulfilled? Satisfied? I don't know how to describe it. Enraptured? It was pleasant in a way I'd never experienced before.

His cock slid further into my mouth, until it made me gag and I had to push him away a bit. Then he began sliding it in and out through my lips, over and over. All I could see was his pubes, when they weren't tickling my nose.

He grabbed my throbbing cock and began wanking me again. I began to squirt the instant he did! My body was filled with heavy thrills and intense pleasure as I shot what had to be the biggest orgasm of my life so far. I heard it plopping onto the old wooden floor several times as I sucked on his big cock. It must have been ten squirts and lasted forever! His fingers smeared my jizz across my head, making me grunt around his hard, hot cock in my mouth.

He sucked air in through his teeth, and then I felt his cock thrashing in my mouth! That felt simply amazing! It was alive on my tongue!

And then I tasted his pre-cum. Heavily. Then, like a popping balloon, it spewed hot semen in massive pulses. I gagged on it almost immediately and had to back up. I saw his cock bounce in front of my eyes, and saw his white jizz squirt out of it, and felt it splash against my neck, then my chin, and then all over my mouth and nose. It kept squirting! So much! I didn't know a man's balls could make or contain that much semen!

It dibbed out then, falling onto the floor, at least three big blobs of it, followed by a long, dangling string of it as his cock bobbed up and down. I reached out and held his cock and stroked it, squeezing the last drops out of it and smearing it around on his red, swollen head. He gasped and laughed, and then leaned down and kissed me again.

I stood up and put both arms around him and shivered in his arms.

We finally stopped kissing.

He said, 'That was fucking brilliant! Yeah?"

"Yeah" I agreed heartily, and with a laugh.

"Next time I suck you, yeah?" he said, his grin just adorable.

"Okay, yeah!" I agreed again.

We kissed a bit more, then we pulled our cocks enough to clean them off. I watched him lick his fingers. I did the same, grinning sheepishly in embarrassment.

"I like it," he said.

"Me too!"

"Can I clean your cock?" he asked.

"Uh, sure."

He went to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.

It was so warm and soft! Incredibly so! Like nothing I'd ever felt before, or even thought was possible! His mouth and his tongue was so silky and wonderful!

And then the suction!

I couldn't stand it and had to make him stop! I pushed his head away.

"Don't like it?" he asked, looking up at me.

"No! I mean, yeah! I mean, it feels, so..."

"Too much?" he asked, slowly moving my foreskin forward and back with his fingers.


Even that gentle, slow motion was far too much to bear, and I held his hand still to stop it.

"Maybe later, huh?" he asked, then gave my cock a final, long, slow suck from base to tip.

I went up on my toes and held onto his head with both hands, back arched, and I groaned out loud in pure overwhelming pleasure, shaking almost violently.

I pushed him away, and my cock came out of his mouth with a loud, wet pop.

My legs were ready to fold up under me, so I sat down. Then I pulled my underwear and shorts up, lifted up enough to get them into place, and then fastened them.

"Oh, God," I sighed.

He laughed, then said, "So, you glad we, uh, you know, you came out here?"

I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Want to come again tomorrow?" he asked.

I recognized the pun, and laughed, then nodded, my face so hot it probably could have glowed in the dark!

"Great," he said, smiling.

Damn, he was so cute! So hot. So sexy.

We put the magazines away. He showed me some of the other things in the wooden box. Nothing that mattered, it was just something to do.

After a few minutes, maybe as much as fifteen or twenty, I asked if we could look at the magazines again.

"You want to? Or, should we just, you know, do it again?" he asked, his grin wide and adorable.

"Fuck the magazines," I laughed.

We wanked and sucked each other again. It was even better that second time, and not just because that time I got a long blow-job. It was beyond my ability to describe!

We spent the rest of my time at my grands' place together in that shed, sucking, wanking, and eventually fucking. He brought a jar of gel and we used it all up in no time. We tended to end up with me on the bottom, which was fine with me. I sort of liked fucking him, but I really liked being fucked. A lot.

When the day came that my parents arrived, I wasn't able to go to the shed with him that day. I so mad! My parents didn't understand and there was no way I could tell them.

We left for home early the next morning.

I was heartbroken, and I had to hide it. It was the worst day of my life! By far. So far, anyway. A worse one was coming, though.

I only knew his first name, not even his address, so I had no way to write him or phone him. It was horrible. I ached for his arms around me, his body against mine.

I begged to go stay with my grands' every school vacation, but they came to our house for Christmas, and it wasn't until Easter break before I got to go back there.

I spent that first day out front of their house, waiting for him, almost literally vibrating with anticipation. I was sure he would see me and be so glad! And we'd ride off to his shed and pick up where we left off. When he didn't ride by after dinner, I quickly rode out to the shed right before dark. I was hard and horny and desperate.

There was no sign of the shed at all but a patch of new grass growing where it had been. It was completely gone.

I spent days riding around that little village, looking for him, or his bike, or any sign of him. Finally, in utter desperation, I asked a kid a little younger than me if he knew Trevor.

He told me, "He got burned up in an old shed out by the river 'round New Years."




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08-11-2020, 05:37

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It's hard to describe how I felt reading that story. From so very Hot, to total sadness. I can't even imagine actually experiencing that. You must have been totally heart broken and in shock. To lose your first love in such a horrific way. I think it would be hard share my heart so freely again anytime soon after something like that. I can't imagine your pain.


27-04-2021, 19:02

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Such a sad ending, but by than I had made a BIG mess all over myself and my beloved sleeve.
As a very senior bi-sexual man I was inspired.
Thank you

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