xxx gay stories: The Summer We Discovered Sex. Author: JackEds. The story is including: Fiction, Boy / Boy, Boys/Teen Female, First Time, Gay, Incest, Virginity, Young Genres. I had a little time to write a couple of longer stories. This is the first of the two. Unfortunately, I have not had much time to proof them, but I thought I’d go ahead and post. Be aware that there are boy/boy as well as boy/girl parts, so please just skip the story if you are turned off by either or by young participants. The story is a little long, but I put in a couple of breaks, marked by *** for those who want to leave and come back.

xxx gay stories: The Summer We Discovered Sex – Chap 1

Author: JackEds

I was wrestling Jimmy Hayashi on our living room floor. Jimmy was born a few days ahead of me in the same hospital. His family — the only Japanese family in our county — had a farm just down the road. He and I had been best friends since kindergarten.

I don’t remember exactly how old we were that summer, but I know we were still in grade school. Like most boys back then, in late summer in the South, we were barefoot and wearing only shorts. And I mean only shorts. Jimmy and I didn’t wear underwear that summer. So we got stiffies when we wrestled. It wasn’t the first time. We’d been getting them all summer long and had even wrestled naked. That’s one reason I know we were still in grade school, because it was our first summer in Boy Scouts and on a campout that summer, Jimmy and I wrestled two other boys naked in our tent at night — four boys with stiffies in one writhing pile. I ended up sleeping naked on top of Tommy Lewis most of the night. In the morning, when he thought we were all still asleep, Tommy kissed me lightly on the lips. I played like I was asleep because if I admitted to being awake, I’d have to pretend as though I hadn’t liked it.

None of my friends had experienced a dry cum yet. I hadn’t. I don’t think we even knew what an orgasm was.

Even back then, Jimmy had the classic Japanese wide shoulders and long torso. I had the long arms and legs, and the dark blond hair that all us kids in my family, including my sisters, had in common.

So that morning, my older sister Gracie was sitting on the couch behind us, trying to watch TV while Jimmy and I wrestled on the floor in front of her — it was my family’s first TV which tells you how poor we were and how long ago this was. Gracie, like most middle school girls in late summer back then, wore a light cotton sundress, and like us, she was barefoot. Jimmy and I didn’t care about her being there; I had lots of brothers and sisters, and Gracie was almost like one of the guys.

My dad worked in the oil fields and was often gone for stretches of time. He had built an ice house (the name they used to have for convenience stores) for my mom to run, out on the highway in front of our house. Mom had to be at the store most of the day. My older brother helped her, especially during the summer. He was still in high school, I think. Then there was Rose, and then there was Beth, who was not quite a year older than Gracie. I think both Rose and Beth may have been helping Mom that day. They weren’t around. My younger sister Jenny was outside playing with our baby brother Charlie.

Gracie had quit trying to watch TV and was watching Jimmy and me because our wrestling had become more like humping. We didn’t know that, of course. He and I were belly to belly with him on the bottom. I had his arms pinned above his head and he had his legs wrapped around my waist, and we were grinding pelvises and not wrestling at all.

I’ll help you, Jimmy, Gracie suddenly said, getting up from the couch. She hitched up her sundress and straddled my back, just above Jimmy’s legs. I remember that her cotton panties felt damp on my spine so I figured she had been sweating. She wriggled on me and her weight pushed Jimmy and my bellies together. With an “Umph!” Jimmy dropped his legs from around my waist and Gracie backed down onto my butt. Grabbing my shoulders, she pulled like she was going to pull me off Jimmy, but she didn’t pull hard and instead, she started rubbing her pussy on my butt.

So I started up grinding with Jimmy again, and Gracie humped my butt, and things grew quiet except for breathing.

But then my little sister Jenny ran through the living room from outside, grabbed up a toy truck Charlie had left on the floor, and stopped to watch us.

I’m pulling Scotty off of Jimmy, Gracie told her. “Go back and keep an eye on Charlie like you’re supposed to.”

Jenny made no move to leave, so, I suppose in order to convince Jenny that we really were really wrestling, Gracie dug her fingers into my ribs. I howled because I was really ticklish back then and Jenny ran. I rolled off Jimmy, twisting under Gracie, and grabbing at her hands to get them off my ribs. Gracie stayed on top of me, and her pussy settled on the underside of my stiffy which at that point was aimed up my belly beneath my thin shorts.

Her eyes went wide and she backed down my lap to look down at my tented shorts. When she reached for the front of my waistband, I was too slow responding, Gracie exposed my little boner (actually sort of a proud boner for that age, it may have been close to four inches).

I managed to get my shorts back up over it, but the outline was still clear. Gracie scooted her pussy back onto it again, and leaning forward, she pinned my wrists beside my head, much like I had done to Jimmy. Watching my eyes, she began to rock her hips. There wasn’t much fabric between the underside of my stiffy and the crevice of Gracie’s pussy, and I felt it getting wet.

I lifted my head up, trying to see. Gracie pulled back her sundress and I could see that my stiffy had worked her white panties into her slit. Jimmy leaned in to watch as well.

Sometimes, Jimmy whispered a moment later, “we wrestle naked.”

Gracie’s eyes shot up to mine. She chewed her lip, then rocked back on her haunches. “Let’s go to Mama’s room,” she suggested.

It was probably the safest place in the house because no one was supposed to go into Mama’s room when she wasn’t there. Gracie led the way upstairs.

My parents room was on the front of the house, over the sleeping porch, and it had the best breeze of any room in the house. We closed the door behind us.

Gracie went to one side of the bed. I went to the foot of the bed. Jimmy went to the side opposite Gracie. Gracie glanced from me to him and back, then with a shrug, pulled her sundress off over her head and dropped it to the floor. She had small mounds for breasts. The boys in our family all wound up with high pecs and long bellies, the girls wound up with high breasts. Gracie’s mounds were firm and symmetrical and her nipples were deeply red.

She looked at us expectantly, so me first and then Jimmy pushed down our shorts and let them drop to the floor. Jimmy, like me, had a stiffy. His was skinny, but about as long as mine. Gracie pushed down and stepped out of her cotton panties. She had a light down above her slit, not true pubic hair yet. I clambered up onto the bed and onto my back. I wanted to pick up where we left off in the living room.

Jimmy quickly got up and started to climb onto me.

Let Gracie on first, I said. “Like downstairs.”

Jimmy sat back and made room as Gracie climbed onto the bed on her knees, straddled my middle again, and lowered her wet crevice onto the underside of my dick. I swallowed hard. “That feels good,” I said.

Gracie’s eyes were down on where the tip of my dick appeared from beneath her slit. She planted her hands on the fronts of my shoulders and started to rock her hips like she had downstairs, making my stiffy vanish and reappear.

That feels good! I whispered.

Gracie nodded and started going faster. We were slippery down there because of how wet her pussy was.

She glanced up at me. “Do you shoot yet?”

I frowned. Why was she talking about hunting at a time like this? “You know I shoot. I’ve got my own 22.”

No, she said. “Do you shoot sperm yet? When you come, do you shoot anything from the end of your dick?”

Come?

Gracie bit her bottom lip again, which is what she always did when she was thinking. A moment later, she rose slighly on her knees and pulled my cock upward with her hand. “I just want to see how it feels — just a little,” She said. She rubbed the tip of my dick in her slit, forward and back and then, at the back of her slit she circled it around. Watching, I saw the end of my dick vanish into her slit. Gracie’s eyes closed in concentration, and more of my dick vanished. I could feel it inside her. She was warm and wet and snug.

That snugness traveled part way down my stiffy. We hit bottom inside her, or I thought we did, but then something gave and Gracie sat all the way down on my lap and my entire dick was caressed in snug wet warmth. She moved and the sheath of her vagina slid up my dick, then back down.

Her legs flatted out to the sides and her weight settled fully on me. I gasped.

Gracie ground down into my lap and moaned softly. I gasped again and grabbed onto the outside of her thighs.

How does that feel? Jimmy asked excitedly. “Does that feel good?”

Gracie and I both nodded.

Wow! Jimmy exclaimed breathlessly, watching Gracie’s hips rock forward and back, and circle. I held on and lifted my hips. She sped up and Mom’s bed began to quietly creak. Gracie sat back, crossing her arms and covering her small breasts with her hands. She began rising and falling in my lap. Her long fingers were moving. She caressed her breasts with them. Jimmy and I watched.

But then Jimmy ventured his hand in and Gracie let him palm her left breast. He squeezed it tentatively and Gracie groaned softly in appreciation.

Lean down, I said, “so I can feel one, too.”

Gracie leaned forward onto her arms and offered me her right breast. Jimmy and I each had one, caressing the shape, feeling the hard nipple with our finger tips.Gracie grabbed our hands with hers and held them firmly to her breasts wanting more pressure. We gave it to her.

Her right hand dropped to the top of her slit where she rubbed in small circles with her fingertips. She sat up, grinding more firmly with her hips, almost out of the reach of my hand. I dropped my hand to the top of her flexing thigh. Jimmy got a hand on both breasts. Graice circled her fingers atop her slit. I held onto her thighs.

And then she was like a crazy girl, grinding hard and fast and whimpering loudly. Her pussy clamped down on my stiffie and I realized she had muscles down there. My own sensations were pretty strong and suddenly everything started tightening up in my pelvis. I started into my first-ever dry orgasm.

Ah! Ah! was all I could manage, and then Gracie’s body stiffened. Arching back, she shoved her fingers under Jimmy’s to pinch her nipples hard. Her insides squeezed on my dick, and squeezed again, and it was like I couldn’t breathe.

She relaxed and rocked more slowly. And then she rolled off me and onto her back beside me. My stiffy sprang back toward my stomach, all wet and glistening.

Jimmy didn’t hesitate. He climbed over me and pulled Gracie’s knees apart, getting between them on his knees. His stiffy was stiff as a twig. “I want to try, too,” he said.

Gracie spread her legs wide and she rubbed both sides of her pussy for him. Jimmy flopped down onto her and his hips started to pump.

Wait! Gracie said, reaching down between them. Jimmy pushed up. She grabbed his stiffy and guided him in. His narrow little hips adjusted, then shoved moved forward. Backed. Shoved forward. Gracie grabbed him by his bottom and Jimmy lay all the way down on her. They were almost nose to nose and he watched her face as he began to thrust.

Jimmy and I were always built much the same despite our ethnic differences. We were both skinny kids. I was always tan, except for my white butt where I wore shorts. He was tan all over. We thought we were cool when we got older, and we probably were.

I began to see him in a new light that morning, watching him and Gracie. His moves were fluid like a little athelete, his body lithe. Even to another boy, he looked, well, hot. I wondered if I looked that way to him.

It’s not that Gracie didn’t look hot as well. Even though she was my sister, she was a pretty girl. With her long legs wrapped behind Jimmy’s, and her hands grasping his butt, she moved under him in a primal, almost animalistic way that I never knew girls were capable of. It excited me and my stiffy grew so hard it felt like it stretched my skin. I moved up against the two of them on my side, wrapping my arm over the back of Jimmy’s waist and hooking my knee over the backs of his legs. I was going to rub against them, but Gracie turned her hand outward and grasped my stiffy. So I rubbed it on her palm.

Our three faces were close and I smelled their breath. Jimmy’s was familiar from our wrestling. Gracie’s had a strawberry flavor from toast and jam she had earlier. “I wanna try it like Jimmy’s doing when he’s done,” I said.

You can get on me, Jimmy said.

He almost sounded like he wanted me to. So I did, dropping my legs outside theirs. Gracie pulled her hands out of the way and grabbed the backs of Jimmy’s shoulders. I worked the length of my boner into the crack between his small fleshy butt cheeks. Draping his body with mine, I let him lift my hips with his and wrapped my arms under him so I could feel Gracie’s breast mounds between their chests. Her mounds felt good. So did Jimmy’s familiar body working under mine. I started driving Jimmy’s hips with my hips.

To be honest, it was a little awkard, but three kids that age can be awkward just from being excited. Jimmy certainly seemed to enjoy it. “Rub your stiffy harder in my crack,” he said back over his shoulder. “It feels good.”

I did, and soon, Jimmy was whimpering and shaking like I had earlier. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.

I’m getting sore, Gracie said.

But I haven’t tried it with you this way yet, I protested. “Here, Jimmy, get off and let me try.”

Jimmy got out from between us. I quickly took his place and Gracie guided me in. It felt good all over again, but maybe not quite as wet. It seemed a little funny, too, with me being nose to nose with my sister this way. And yet, for the first time, I noticed how beautiful her blue eyes were. She held my butt like she had Jimmy’s and I watched her face as I pumped the way he had.

She frowned. “I really am getting sore,” she said.

But it feels good, I said.

Fuck Jimmy, she told me.

Ha, ha, funny, I said.

No, really. Boys can fuck boys.

I stopped pumping. “How?”

Jimmy propped up on his elbow to listen.

They fuck each other in the butt. It’s called cornholing.

My eyebrows went up.

Seriously, Gracie told me. “You put something on your penis to make it slick, like the way Mama puts Vaseline on the enema thing when she uses it on us.”

I eyed her skeptically.

Really! she said. “There’s a boy at our school they call Crisco because he let a couple of other boys put Crisco on their dicks and fuck him and everybody found out about it.”

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