Young Jock's Sexual Journey PARt 1

He came out, and I still remember how his hair was still dripping as if
he hadn't even tried to dry it at all. He told me to hop in, and we took
off in his truck. He didn't start talking immediately. I didn't know
what was going on, but I was thrilled to be treated like one of his
friends. Finally he started asking me little questions about Baketball.
He seemed like he didn't know what to say, and this was very strange. He
was the popular jock, and I was the nobody 9th grader. He should be
confident, and I should be nervous. He started kind of griping about
having to go get a p hysical, and he seemed to want to know what I had
thought of the experience. I tried to be neutral and agree with whatever
his opinion was. Finally he said that Dr. ------ had talked to him about
me, and had asked him to "show me the ropes" about sex and stuff.
Suddenly I realized what was going on, but I almost started laughing at
his choice of words because it sounded like something that the doctor
would have said. Keeson seemed to be wanted to get my agreement, and I
gave it to him. At that point, he seemed relieved.

He asked me, "so you want to experiment and stuff?"

I said "yeah, I guess so." He didn't like that answer, so I told gave
him a definite "yes."

At this point my dick was getting hard, because I was thinking that he
was going to yank out his dick and let me start playing with it or
something. Instead he headed back to school. He told me that we would
get together Friday night, and he asked me whether I could tell my
parents that I was going out to hang out at his house to watch TV or
something. I told him I thought I could. Keeson made sure that I knew
not to tell my friends that we were getting together Friday.

I was really nervous asking permission from my parents, but it worked out
okay. They were happy that I was making friends with other guys on the
team. I didn't really tell them at this point that Keeson was two
year's older than me. During the week Keeson didn't really talk to me
much, but he acted like he knew me. I also noticed that he started
checking me out when I walked to the shower. It almost gave me a boner
when I noticed him watching me.

We had a home game Friday night, and Keeson told me to hang out in the
locker room until he was ready to go. As he was leaving I followed him
but not in a way that made others think we were leaving together. As we
walked to his truck, I was pretty nervous. We didn't talk at all until
he got home, and then he talked very casually with his Mom as he told her
that we were going to watch TV in his bedroom. I followed him upstairs
and into his room. He closed and locked to door, grabbed the remote and
turned on the TV. He turned the volume up a little bit more than he
probably would if we were actually going to watch it.

He stripped off his shirt, and looked over at me and told me to "relax."
I was sitting on his bed in the position as if I was watching the TV. I
was wondering whether he was going to strip off all of his clothes, but
he only took off his shirt. He then plopped himself down next to me on
the bed. I was sitting on the edge, and he was lying back with his knees
hanging over the edge next to me. I looked back at him, and he had his
arms behind his head. His chest was very nice looking, and for some
reason his exposed underarm hair really turned me on.

I was getting a hard-on, and I sort of collapsed back on my elbow beside
him. Finally he said, "Undo my pants." So i fumbled at his belt and the
button and zipper on his pants. I folded back his pants. I still
remember the pattern of little triangles on his boxers. He wasn't hard
or anything at this point. I didn't go any further. He started
massaging my shoulder, and he asked me what sort experimenting I had in
mind.

I gave him some answer like "I dunno." He asked me about what I had done
before, and that was a really short conversation because I hadn't done anything
anything beyond what had happened in the doctor's office. I wasn't
really comfortable telling him about that, and I thought he might know
anyway.

He reached down and started rubbing my hard dick through my pants.
Keeson said "Why don't you let that bad boy out?"

I stood up and started taking off all of my clothes. I started with my
shoes and pants, so my dick was sticking out from underneath my shirt and
undershirt as I took them off. As I was almost done, he got off the bed
and came over beside me and started rubbing me and kissing the back of my
neck. His pants were still hanging open, and I could begin to see his
dick getting hard. I stuck my hand down the front of his pants, found
his fly, and I stuck my hand in. He got really hard at this point, and I
pulled him out. I kneeled down in front of him, and he moved back to
lean on the bed. I enjoyed slowly pulling his pants and underwear down.
I loved slowly exposing his pubic hair, forcing his hard dick down as I
slipped his boxers down, having his hard dick pop back up slapping the
bottom of my chin. At that point I instinctively took it in my mouth,
and I began licking and sucking it. I started jacking myself off. He
told me to stop, and he took over with his hand. He made me cum all over
him. At that point I was spent and I didn't really want to do anything more.
He went to get a wet washcloth, and cleaned up my dick and balls. While
he was doing this my cum was dripping down his front. He then handed me
the rag and lied back down the bed, and I cleaned him up. He was still
very hard, so I began jacking him off. finally he came all over himself,
and I got to clean him up again. He dozed off for a few minutes, and I think I did as well. He took me home after that, and I jacked off again
when I got home.