Groomed

My first sexual encounter happened in a forest near my parents home, in a hut I made together with a friend. He was a year older than me, and already had girlfriends. I thought I could learn from him, and since he lived in the city, he liked playing in the woods with me. In the beginning we made a tree hut, but that was short lived as it was easy to discover among the tiny trees. We built a new one under the ground so we could camouflage it better. After a week of digging the pit was ready, we'd found pallets that we used to reinforce the walls, with farmers plastic to prevent sand coming in. We used a hatch as entrance, and planted poison ivy all around it, except for a few spots where we could plant our legs. Inside, we had a carpet and couches, a table with a wine bottle doubling as candle and that was it. Freedom from our parents was the entire reason we built this.
Once we were ready with it, we got bored, and just like in the tree hut, we started bringing chips, coke, orange juice, et cetera into the hut. We then discovered the porn section of the supermarket bookstore, and begun to steal the little picture books called 's*******n' and so. And that's how this started. We were going through the pictures, and he said, 'does it arouse you too?' and I was too ashamed to tell him that I never had a hard-on. He used that information to groom me into his sexual service station.

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Jay


Thanks for all the nice comments, here is the next part:
From inside the hut, high up in the trees we had a great view. But sometimes we saw people walk not too far away from our spot, and somehow our hut got detected and when we arrived at an autumn day it was gone. Most of the wood was gone too. Even the porn was stolen!
We had put a lot of time in building it, and now we didn't stop. The next one had to be camouflaged better. We both came with the same idea at the same moment. 'Why don't we do an underground one?' and we found a nice remote spot for it and started digging, with spades I quickly brought, almost running through the forest. He used the saw we still had -somehow they'd forgotten to take our tools- to cut some trees to be used for the walls and roof. On the floor we used the carpet that also was left behind from the treehut.
We made a corridor from the hatch to the main room. The main room had a couple of pillars so the roof would not cave in when someone walked over it, which never happened. In no time it was finished. The energy we had was great and we brought in furniture, and even a folding bed we'd found on the street, just being dumped as it still was clean and dry. Covered in plastic, it would stay dry. Blankets, pillows, candles and incense made the air thin of oxygen. We got lightheaded. I wasn't even drinking then but it felt like being dizzy. This is when we had to open the hatch for fresh air. We sometimes had a cigaret. It all was very naughty and subversive, exactly what in puberty is important especially in a conservative environment.

He was touchy. Liked to stroke my hair. 'Why do you do that?' I asked. 'Oh we are friends aren't we? Then that is okay.' His being older gave the authority as he was kind of a teacher telling me about social constructs, stuff i would not know otherwise. He was smart. Later he would become an architect, but that was long after this fateful moment in my life.
He told me about his hard on. I didn't know what it was. He took my hand and made me feel his crotch were something hot and hard was hiding. I blushed. This is weird, I thought, but at the same time i was curious. The only dick i'd seen was my little soft one.
His, I already could feel, was much bigger. Somehow it also seemed to have it's own will, to take over from my friend at times.
I didn't mind. We are free to do what we like to do, as long as it doesn't hurt others, is what we learned in our society of the late seventies, early eighties. So the next thing is that he asked 'do you want to see it?' as we were going through the porn, with explicit pictures.
We both were aroused by the flesh, and i answered 'yes', and thought, 'why not?'.
He then opened his zipper, undid his belt and lowered his pants. He wore striped underpants, horizontally striped. I saw his bulge clearly now, It must have sent off feromones as i now wanted to smell and even taste it. I was blushing but still, it was my curiosity that let him continue. He took my head and put it to his bulge. It was hot, and I wanted to put it in my mouth, at the same time that he commanded me to do that.
I didn't mind being commanded. I trusted him and he knew he could trust me. Of course nothing of this ever would be discussed outside our little secret club.

It tasted a bit salty, sweaty, but there also was some other taste, something strange, yoghurt almost but sweeter. 'Ohhh... this is nice, go on' said my friend. He now was more than a friend, but i didn't care. The weird sensation of that body part, with it's vertical slit looking at me, and those huge testicles feeding it was something that left a hook in my soul. Now he wanted to know if i could make him cum with my mouth and again, I took it as some kind of good guidance and was licking it and moving it up and down with my right hand while i licked his tip, looking at his face to see if it had any effect. Well, his face was allright. He was in heaven, it seemed. I was happy to make my friend happy so I kept going on and what seemed like half an hour he could not keep it in any longer and came inside my mouth - it was that strange stuff but now a whole mouthfull of it, and more. He made a low sound when he came, almost gutteral.
He stroke my hair. I smiled at him. We smoked another cigarette, and went back to our homes.