Everyone Has A First Time, I Surely Did!

Everyone has a first time, I certainly did. I guess that I was about 16 or so; it was a wonderful summer off from school. Being that I lived near the water, I tended to spend much of my free time at the beach. It was a very secluded, private beach that required a quarter mile walk through wet-lands on a dirt and gravel road. From the beach, all that could be seen was trees and water; the nearby homes were obscured by a deeply wooded area just south of the wet-lands. Where I lived was a spread out area, the homes were set far apart, and had considerable property. Unfortunately for me, most of the residents were older, settled families without school aged children. In my immediate area there were only five kids near my age, with the closest one being a 10 minute bike ride away. I?ll call him Ronnie, for now. He was a kid of small frame build; he looked much younger than his peers, and was a full head shorter than I was. He had mid shoulder length sandy blonde hair cut in heavy shag with bangs over his eyes (yes, it was popular then...) His passion was music, his face was decidedly ?soft? in gesture, and somewhat feminine. His gentle demeanor unfortunately invited miscreant?s attention.Since I was always the ?tall kid? in school, few others messed with me. I could simply swat them like a bug if they were a problem. Unfortunately, Ronnie was the brunt of much of the teasing by the bullies, so I naturally became his protector. I always hated to see anyone being picked upon. Since our last names were close alphabetically, we were in the same home-room year after year, and in many of the same classes. We went to the beach at least two or three times a week during our summers to go swimming, playing silly kid games, or just to lay in the sun and tan. On one of our trips, we went exploring for unknown treasures along the beachfront. After nearly a half-hours walk, we came upon a wide and seemingly long creek. The tide was nearly at slack tide, so we walked along the creek to find its origin.Most of Magosa Escort the water had receded; the creek bottom was clay-like and squishy under our feet, quite a nice feeling to be sure. About three hundred yards upstream, we came upon an area between two sand bars that was free of water. We walked onto it and at once our feet sank down to over our ankles. The bottom was soft dark gray clay and felt wonderful under foot. We ran out to the center of the mud flat and without warning, Ronnie picked up a handful of clay and threw it at me.Splot! He struck home with the mud, hitting me dead center of my stomach. I feigned shock, and bent down to grab a handful of my own. Seeing that his fate was sealed, Ronnie turned to run away, but the adhesion of the clay was too much. He stumbled and fell backwards landing flat on his back in the gray goo. Being a sadist, even at that tender age, I walked towards him smiling as I kneeled over his knees, pinning him to the muddy flat. I took the double handful of mud and deposited it on his chest, and with both hands began to rub it all over his body. He did not object at all, in fact he seemed to enjoy his fate. In short order, I had every exposed inch of his body covered in the wonderful gooey muck. All that remained somewhat clean was his face. As a last gesture, I took a handful of mud and with my free hand, pulled the waist band of his Speedos open, shoving the mud inside. Ronnie moaned in obvious sexual pleasure, something that I did not understand. All the time that I was massaging and covering him in mud, he never moved his arms or hands to try and stop me, he just lay there smiling with a very obvious erection. I stood up to let him go free, instead of escaping; he turned over onto his front. He rolled over and over managing to get an even thicker coating on his entire body. When he finished with his gyrations, his face and hair was caked solid with gobs of sticky grey mud as well. ?Your turn,? he said. Without saying Kıbrıs Escort a word, I lay down on my back, my arms to my sides, as he repeated my work on him. He sat on my knees, and almost ritualistically applied mud to my entire body making sure that my hair and face were nicely caked with gooey muck as well. Then, instead of simply pulling my Speedos open, he pulled them down over my knees, and threw them onto the bank of the creek. For the first time, I was sexually erect and very excited. Ronnie stood up and repeated the action. His suit flew onto the bank of the creek next to mine. He lay back down on top of me and we wound up wrestling and rolling around for some time. He paid particular attention to my cock, massaging it with mud and rubbing his crotch against mine.I reciprocated when I was able to pin him on his back. I held his erect cock in my hands and slowly ran them up and down his hard shaft, the gooey slime lubricating my movements, bringing him to the same height of excitement that I was experiencing. As I sat there on his legs, his body stiffened as he began to moan loudly, to my surprise, his cock shot a huge spurt of cum straight at my face as I bent down near to his chest. This was the first time that I had ever seen someone climax, and it excited me immensely. I did nothing to clear away the cum from my face, I just sat there looking at Ronnie. He took his hands from his side and grabbed hold of my cock with both hands. His stroking my cock had rapid results, as I began to feel the climax coming, Ronnie raised his head as close to my muddy cock as he could, making sure that he received the full measure of cum that I was about to spew forth. The results were rapid and the cum was well placed, his mouth took the majority of my climax as he held it wide open awaiting the flood of cum. Exhausted from our play, we both stood up and retrieved our suits. Walking back down the creek to the open water, we said very little, our cocks were still Lefkoşa Escort rigid, our bodies caked with mud. Reaching the water, he said, ?Let?s not wash off till we get back, OK?? I agreed, and we walked all the way back to our place in the dunes, naked and mud covered. The sexual tension was thick; it could be cut with a spoon, but at our ages, we had no idea of what to do next, if anything. We went into the water and cleaned up for the trip home. Donning our suits, we gathered our belongings and prepared to ride home. Just before we left, Ronnie walked to me, put his arms around my neck and kissed me. I was taken by surprise of course, but it felt so good that I kissed him back with a deep soul kiss that reached to the very core of my being. Then without a further word we parted company and rode away to our homes. That night, I lay in bed thinking of the day?s events, I was very turned on, and slowly began to touch my self in a slow deliberate manner that made me very excited. I drifted off to sleep about an hour later without climaxing. The next day, Ronnie called me to ask if I wanted to go swimming again. I said ?Yes? at once. Donning my favorite bright red spandex Speedo briefs, I put my very tight and short jeans shorts on over my Speedo and rode to the beach. Within a half hour he arrived and walked to our favorite spot in the dunes where I had set up the blanket. It was a secluded spot in the dunes, the steaming hot sand was clean, clear and bright white. The sun was high, and the weather was magnificent for a beach day. Ronnie said little and seemed a bit nervous, but I didn?t say anything. I thought that he was probably trying to get up the courage to speak about our last beach day?s happenings. I certainly didn?t have any idea of what or how to approach the subject. As I lay there on the blanket, I stripped off my tee shirt and shorts and placed them next to me. Ronnie looked scared; I asked ?What?s wrong?? He said nothing and began to undress. His shirt and shorts came off and he just stood there mute. He just looked down at me. As I looked back at him, I saw why. He was wearing a bright wet-look turquoise tie string bikini, a silver chain necklace with a silver heart medallion around his neck, and a matching ankle bracelet with the same heart shaped medallion.